Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen's Hearts!

When they arrived at the master bedroom, Wanda still wondered what use this ability had.

Lorien began explaining the same way he had with Gwen.

"The Tiger Talisman can separate the yin and yang within the body.

This yin and yang can turn into two completely opposite personalities.

For example, if you’re a good person, you can deliberately split off a bad one.

If you’re calm, you can split off a hot-tempered version.

If you’re shy, you can split off an unrestrained one.

But their essence doesn’t change.

In other words, the Tiger Talisman can deliberately split a certain trait of yourself into two extremes."

When he had explained it to Gwen earlier, Lorien had forgotten this part. Only after fully mastering the Tiger Talisman did he remember that such divisions were possible.

You can be good or bad, extroverted or introverted, cold or passionate. Anything is possible!

He nodded and said.

"So I suggest you try the last one I mentioned... cough, cough. That way, it can help you share the pressure."

At this, Wanda rolled her eyes at him but still agreed.

"Fine, I’ll try. Cough, cough."

Lorien quickly stepped aside to wait. At a time like this, he couldn’t afford to distract her!

Under his gaze, Wanda’s figure suddenly flickered.

Lorien’s eyes lit up. It had begun!

Her figure flickered more and more violently—that was the division of yin and yang!

Then, amid the flickering, a shadow split from Wanda’s body and appeared beside her!

They wore the same clothes, looked exactly alike, both with the same wine-red hair and identical figures.

But... their temperaments were completely different!

So Wanda had really divided herself just as he suggested?!

Sure enough, when the two Wandas opened their eyes, the one on the left carried a cold, untouchable gaze, like a holy saint. The one on the right burned with passion, like a temptress witch.

"Hiss..."

Lorien drew in a sharp breath.

This... this was incredible!

Far beyond what Gwen had done before!

That had only been extroversion and introversion.

But this—one saint, one witch!

Like ascetic and fallen, pure and corrupt!

The problem was, Wanda had split her personality completely, into two extremes.

Before, all those traits had been blended within her. Now, Lorien couldn’t separate them anymore—they were the same person, but split into two extremes!

"Husband~~~!"

The first to act was the witch on the right.

She cooed sweetly, rushed to Lorien, took his hand, pressed it against her chest, and said,

"Listen to my heartbeat. I miss you so much!"

Before Lorien could respond, a cold snort came from beside him.

"Hmph!"

The saintly Wanda stepped up, gracefully took half of Lorien’s hand, and with a look of disdain at the witch, said,

"What a bitch."

Hiss...

Lorien sucked in another breath. That word was way too harsh!

But before he could intervene, the witch just shrugged and said casually,

"I’m only a bitch for my husband. Every other man should die~!"

Hiss... even harsher!

Not only fiery, but fiercely loyal—her husband was her only one.

How could Lorien not be moved?

"Filthy!"

The saint pulled Lorien aside, saying,

"Darling, being with her will corrupt you!"

In that instant, his hand slipped away from the witch’s chest.

No...!

But just as he was pulled a little distance away, the witch seized his other hand and pressed it against herself.

"Oh~! Then you don’t need a man at all! Let me be with my husband forever, and you can stay holy over there!"

Good move, witch.

Lorien was pulled right back again, caught between them in a tug-of-war.

"Bitch!"

"Hypocrite!"

"Bitch!"

"Hypocrite!"

Each held one of his arms, refusing to let go, all while trading insults.

Lorien’s head was spinning.

If one of them could just overpower the other—say, with words—he could pretend to be helpless, comfort the loser, and end up with both.

But evenly matched? That was a nightmare!

If he jumped in, wouldn’t it just become a three-way standoff? No way!

Seeing them locked in stalemate, Lorien suddenly tightened his grip.

Then, with a forceful pull and shove—

Smack!

Both women fell right into his arms!

"You..!"

"You..!"

Seeing that the two were still quarreling, Lorien raised a finger to his lips and shushed them.

"Shhh~"

Instantly, both of their voices vanished.

It wasn’t that they had stopped arguing—it was that whenever they tried to, no sound would come out!

"Husband~~~! She..."

As soon as the witch mentioned the other, her voice cut off.

"This bitc—"

The saint tried as well, only to meet the same result.

At first, both of them grew anxious, unsure how to express themselves.

Then the witch’s eyes lit up. With a flick of her magic, her clothes transformed into something far more revealing!

Lorien nodded vigorously.

Yes, yes, yes!

The saint quickly covered his eyes.

But the witch’s specialty was acting like no one else mattered. She went straight for Lorien’s pants!

The saint tried to stop her, but the witch simply shifted and launched another attack!

The saint defended again.

The witch struck again.

Back and forth they went, like a duel, until Lorien’s head was spinning.

The witch’s eyes gleamed, her pupils almost heart-shaped, as she pressed Lorien down.

The saint rushed to pull her off, but it was useless.

You could stop the witch from moving someone else—but could you stop her from moving herself?

Left with no choice, the saint looked anxiously at Lorien.

He spread his hands helplessly.

"They’re both you. So I can’t play favorites, or Wanda will be hurt when she comes back."

The saint was frustrated.

She couldn’t pull the witch away.

At last, unable to endure it any longer, the saint shoved the witch aside and snapped,

"Get out of the way, bitch, let me go first!"

Lorien: Wonderful.

...

Meanwhile, deep in the universe.

Among the scattered stones of a shattered ring of worlds, a massive figure sat on a floating throne.

The wound on his shoulder had mostly healed, almost completely closed.

Only his expression still looked awkward—but no one dared mention it.

No one knew what might happen if they angered him now.

For he had never been defeated before.

This was the first time.

It was Thanos, retreating in disgrace.

Beside his throne lay his double-edged greatsword.

The blade showed no nicks at all.

But on its edge was a single drop of purple blood.

There was no need to ask whose blood it was.

At his side, Ebony Maw, Corvus Glaive, and Proxima Midnight waited silently for their master’s first words.

Supergiant was still out in the cosmos, scouting.

It wouldn’t be long before she returned with news.

Yes—Thanos’s subordinates were the Black Order.

In addition to the known Ebony Maw, Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight, and Black Dwarf, there was a second female member: Supergiant.

Her abilities included mind control, telepathy, psychic projection, memory theft, and teleportation.

Strictly speaking, her powers resembled Ebony Maw’s, but where he was like a sorcerer, she was a psychic powerhouse.

Her main duty was gathering intelligence across the universe—especially regarding the Infinity Stones.

She also sowed chaos within enemy factions using her psychic abilities.

With her, the Black Order was complete.

But now Black Dwarf was gone.

Time passed in silence.

Thanos said nothing.

His three generals also kept silent.

It was as if time itself had frozen.

Whoosh—

A blue-skinned figure in a white robe appeared on the rocky platform, stepping out of flickering space.

It was Supergiant.

She glanced at the gathered generals.

"Where is Black Dwarf? I have critical information to report."

The three generals felt a chill but said nothing, continuing to stand aside.

Thanos finally stirred and spoke.

"I ordered you to follow Gamora. Where is the information on the Infinity Stones?"

"Lord Thanos, I have found news of the Infinity Stones!"

"Speak."

"Knowhere!" Supergiant raised her head, her voice firm. "I saw with my own eyes—the Collector in Knowhere possesses the Reality Stone!"

Thanos nodded at the report. Rising from his throne, he picked up his double-edged sword and started walking forward.

"Then have the army prepare. We depart."

At once, Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight stepped forward.

"We will accompany you, Lord Thanos!"

Thanos waved his hand.

"Supergiant, continue gathering information. Ebony Maw, with me."

"Yes, Lord Thanos," Ebony Maw replied with elegant composure.

Soon after, Thanos’s fleet launched.

Target: Knowhere.

Of course, the coordinates were for the original Knowhere—not its current state.

...

The next morning, Lorien woke up with an arm and a leg draped over him.

Yes—just one arm and one leg, not two pairs.

Because after reaching their limits the night before, the saint and the witch had merged back into Wanda.

And the moment she reformed, Wanda absorbed both of their memories and sensations all at once.

Overwhelmed, her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot.

Ahem, ahem.

Lorien knew he had gone a little too far.

So he let Wanda rest and sleep it off.

...

When he woke again, the first thing he did was check the time.

8:40 a.m.

Still early.

He spent ten minutes taking a hot shower and washing up, five minutes changing clothes manually instead of using his powers, and two more minutes walking downstairs.

He entered his office at 8:58.

Two minutes early.

A good habit—arrive ahead of schedule!

Keep it up!

As usual, he pulled out a bottle of iced milk tea for breakfast, propped his legs up on the desk, and switched on the TV for the news.

But today, there wasn’t much worth watching.

No superhero reports.

No gossip either.

Bored after a while, Lorien was about to turn it off when the door suddenly opened.

A green-haired little girl walked in, snapped the lock shut behind her, and bared her teeth at him.

"You’ve forgotten about me all this time!"

"Uh... no." Lorien thought for a moment. "Didn’t we make up for that on the yacht?"

"Who said so!"

Hela clenched her teeth.

"That was only because you forgot and patched it up afterward!"

Lorien thought about it and realized she was right.

Glancing at the locked door, he knew this little girl was here to squeeze him today.

Hmph.

Like I’m afraid?

"Bring it~!"

He drained the rest of his milk tea in one gulp, tossed the bottle into the trash, and stood up firmly.

"Come on, lie down. Let me check your belly!"

"As if the Goddess of Death would be afraid of you~!?"

...

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

After finishing the fight, Lorien teleported Hela back to her bedroom to rest. For him, Hela was easy to handle. She had divine power to protect herself, so there was nothing for him to worry about. He only needed to use brute strength.

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Of course, he hadn’t gone all out—he was only using the limits of a mortal. But even so, Hela still couldn’t withstand it. The damage was just too much!

...

By noon, Lorien unlocked the office door.

Not long after, Wanda woke up, made lunch, and brought it down. As she came down, she shot Lorien a glare.

"From now on, the Tiger Talisman can only be used as a reward for you. You can’t use it normally anymore~!"

Lorien chuckled and agreed. As long as he could use it, that was enough. He didn’t realize that Wanda’s use of the Tiger Talisman hadn’t helped at all—it had only backfired, making things harder on her.

But when Wanda noticed Hela wasn’t there, she asked,

"Where’s Hela? Why isn’t she having lunch?"

"Uh..." Lorien couldn’t exactly say she had eaten too many noodles and ruined her stomach, so he quickly explained,

"She stayed up all night playing games. She just went to bed."

"Alright then, let’s eat."

The two of them started eating, but Wanda still looked puzzled.

"Why isn’t Gwen here? Didn’t she finish her exams?"

Lorien pulled out his phone and showed her.

[Gwen: Oh no, Lorien, George wants to take me on an early university tour. I told him just seeing New York was enough, but he insisted on showing me everything. I probably won’t be able to come over except in the evenings these next few days.]

[Lorien: University is one of the most important starting points in your life. Of course George cares. It’s fine.]

[Gwen: But running around everywhere is such a hassle. Anyway, I’m at the school now. I’ve got to go in with George for the tour.]

[Lorien: Good luck.]

Wanda laughed when she saw the messages, though she also felt a pang of envy. Parents who cared that much about their children... Still, she was glad to have Lorien by her side.

Thinking that, she reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Lorien understood what was on her mind. He raised his eyebrows as if to say, "Leave it to me."

"Knock knock~~"

Just then, someone rapped on the office door. Wanda immediately moved to clean up the lunch, but Lorien waved her down.

"It’s fine."

Then he called out,

"Come in."

Creak~~

The door opened, and a man in a sorcerer’s robe, draped in a reddish-brown cloak with his hair neatly combed upward, walked inside.

The moment Lorien saw him, his face lit up with a grin.

"Well, look who it is! Isn’t this New York’s top surgeon?"

Stephen walked in, straightened the collar of his cloak, trying to look impressive. But when his eyes fell on the table full of food, his composure broke instantly.

He smacked his forehead and groaned.

"Why didn’t I come half an hour earlier?"

Lorien laughed.

"If you had come half an hour earlier, we would’ve just eaten half an hour earlier."

Stephen gave him a helpless look.

"How is it that even as the Sorcerer Supreme, I can’t score a meal?"

Lorien burst out laughing again.

"Because I’m your godfather. If I say you can’t freeload, then you can’t freeload."

"Alright, fine, you win."

Stephen gave up, sat down, and reached for a plate.

"Then I’ll just eat the leftovers."

"It’s not that bad. Cough, cough—get him a bowl of rice."