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

Seeing the two of them, Natasha could only respond with a "friendly" smile. If she couldn’t see through their intentions, she wouldn’t deserve to be called an agent.

Thor’s acting was awful. Loki’s acting was over the top.

Of course, Loki never intended to fool her outright. He just wanted an excuse to get across what he and his brother were after.

They wanted to see Lorien!

Natasha knew exactly what they were thinking. So she shook her head and said,

"Sorry, I can’t reveal someone else’s address."

Hearing this, Thor instantly deflated. Even Loki’s mind suddenly seemed sharper.

Thor started wondering what else they could do. Loki was just about to speak again, but Natasha had already left.

...

After dinner, Thor and Loki sat on a bench outside the base, sighing. The two brothers thought hard.

Thor was the first to bring up the Asgardians.

"Have our people been settled?"

Loki nodded.

"A small town sustained by farming, brewing, and fishing. It’s beautiful, not bad at all."

Thor nodded, letting out a breath of relief. The Asgardians were still there. At least during festivals they would have somewhere to return to, a bit of that old atmosphere.

Otherwise, when loneliness crept in, and they saw countless lights glowing in the distance, families reunited, the feeling would be unbearable.

But that wasn’t the main issue.

Loki brushed his long hair back, then looked at Thor and asked,

"The puppets behind that man—those are the same ones we saw before, right? The same pair?"

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Thor was certain.

"Definitely the same pair."

Golden hair, flawless figures. One bare-vested, one wearing a golden vest. With such obvious appearances, who could forget them? Do they really think gods are soft, weak, or foolish?

But here was the problem. Back on Cybertron, the two female dolls had arrived with Hela. The Collector had shown respect toward both the dolls and Hela. And when those two dolls brought Hela over, they had stood right beside her.

So, in terms of standing:

Hela = the female dolls.

Yet just now, one of those dolls had stood gracefully and respectfully behind that man.

So the order became clear:

The Collector < Hela ≈ female dolls x2 < that man.

Which meant that man stood at the very top of the pyramid. He might even be the one ruling Cybertron. And without question, he had ties to Hela.

So figuring out who he was became extremely important! At the very least, getting acquainted wouldn’t hurt. And it might even help them understand their sister better.

That was their line of thought.

"So we still need a plan," Thor said.

Loki nodded in agreement.

But even with Thor’s so-called brain, he couldn’t come up with anything.

"Then how do we find out?"

Loki thought for a moment.

"Do you know Banner?"

Thor considered.

"I get along well with the Hulk, but Banner... not so sure."

"That’s good enough." Loki smirked, suddenly speaking in a mysterious tone.

"Remember what we talked about the first time we met him?"

Thor frowned.

"?"

Seeing that look, Loki just shook his head and said plainly,

"Banner met him a year or two ago.

Agent Natasha is sharp. She’s been a spy, you won’t get anything out of her.

But what if we try the act again—this time with Banner?

This time, we do it for real."

Thor thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Perfect!"

...

Half an hour later, Loki and Thor stepped out of Banner’s room. The moment they were outside, Loki’s blank expression vanished.

He smoothed his hair back, looked at the paper with the address of the Northern Building, then raised his brows at Thor.

Clap! They high-fived—plan secured.

Thor glanced at the address.

"When do we go see this man?"

"Not tomorrow," Loki replied, waving the slip of paper as the two turned a corner.

"If we go tomorrow, it’ll be too obvious. At least the day after tomorrow. Or we come up with an excuse."

"You—"

Slap!

Before Loki could finish, he and Thor turned the corner and—

Natasha was already there. She snatched the slip of paper from Loki’s hand.

After glancing at the address, she looked at the two of them expressionlessly and said,

"I knew you two would go and trick Banner."

Thor: ...

Loki: ...

The two exchanged glances. They knew it was over. They had been exposed.

But once Natasha saw the address, she also knew there was no way to take it back. So she asked bluntly,

"Why?"

"Uh..." Thor hesitated. Could he really say it?

Loki, however, recalled what he had seen between Lorien Su and Natasha. After thinking it over, he finally nodded at Thor, signaling that it was fine to tell her.

"Alright."

Catching Loki’s cue, Thor spoke directly.

"We were saved by the Transformers, then taken to their home planet, where we finally met our sister Hela."

"And standing beside Hela were the same two puppets who were just behind that man."

"So we want to know the relationship between Hela and that man, and what all of this means."

"That’s it."

Thor finished in one breath.

The amount of information was overwhelming, and Natasha needed a moment to process it before she reacted.

"Transformers... civilization? Home planet?"

"I knew Hela went to pick you up—she told me beforehand. But she went to another planet to do it?"

Thor and Loki both nodded, meaning yes.

Natasha didn’t really understand the idea of a Transformers civilization, but she was utterly shocked.

The Transformers have their own civilization?

They even have a home planet?

That powerful?!

And Lorien never mentioned a thing to anyone?

Natasha suddenly felt Lorien was far too incredible. He never said anything. He never showed anything. Yet every time, he was behind something massive!

One unbelievable thing after another, things no one else could ever reach.

She went quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then she came back to herself and said,

"Alright, you can go find him."

Hearing Natasha had no objections, Thor and Loki’s faces lit up.

"But..." Natasha added.

Their smiles faded.

"You have to tell me the results."

Thor and Loki exchanged another look, their smiles returning.

"No problem~!"

...

Meanwhile, back home, Lorien was playing games with Wanda.

Wanda sat nestled in his arms, the two of them holding controllers and playing together. Gwen wasn’t here today. She had said her family was celebrating her college admission early.

So Lorien had taken Wanda out for a little walk before coming back. After all, she still couldn’t stop thinking about her garden.

But do you know what game the two of them were playing?

Minecraft!

Lorien had just killed the Ender Dragon with an enchanted bow and claimed the dragon egg. Then he set his controller down and looked at Wanda.

"Wanda, why do you have to plant flowers in the game when you already do it in real life?

"How is this any different from coming home after work and playing more overtime?"

Wanda, however, was busy tending her ranch. Not only was she farming, but also raising chickens, calves, wolves, and more.

She was completely absorbed, smiling as she said,

"Cows are so cute. Why don’t we raise a few?"

Lorien thought for a moment.

"Sure, but cows poop a lot."

"Then forget it."

See? Shallow woman! She only liked the cute side of animals. The moment she thought about all the poop, she lost interest! Superficial!

After feeding the animals in-game, Wanda put down her controller and ran to the Little Universe to check on her real plants.

"I give up..."

Lorien rubbed his temples. Wanda had gone from knowing nothing about gardening to being an actual planter. If there were levels for flower-growing, she’d at least be a beginner by now! The next step would be grafting!

Before long, Wanda returned after checking her flowers and snuggled back into Lorien’s arms to continue harvesting her wheat in the game.

To sit more comfortably, she shifted around in his lap.

Hiss~

Lorien’s head felt heavy. He buried his face in Wanda’s hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with her own fragrance.

Wanda shrank her neck.

"It tickles..."

To Lorien, it sounded more like an invitation.

He set the controller down. One hand moved upward. The other adjusted its path.

By then Wanda had also realized what was happening. She blushed, glancing around. Bella and Hela weren’t here.

So she silently allowed it.

And so, the two of them still appeared to be playing together—except only Wanda was truly playing, while Lorien was busy controlling the real character.

Even though Wanda tried to keep her focus on the game, her body would tense, trembling against Lorien.

But the space here was too small.

So, in an instant, Lorien carried Wanda back to the bedroom.

Then he began riding her.

...

The next day, Lorien woke up.

He took a shower—Bella and Aria first helped him wash his hair, then each took a scrubbing ball to clean his back, chest, and thighs. Finally, they dried him off.

During this, Lorien wondered if he had become too depraved.

Was he too lost in luxury?

Too intoxicated to leave it behind?

Was this happiness?

It was.

Well then, forget it. Just enjoy it.

Next was washing up. Same as always. Except for brushing his teeth, which he did himself, Bella and Aria handled everything else. They finished by pressing a hot towel to his face for three seconds, marking the end of the routine.

Then came getting dressed. Lorien didn’t even have to choose. Bella and Aria would analyze the day’s weather and bring him two sets of clothes. He’d pick one, while the other was set aside for tomorrow.

Finally, breakfast. Not prepared by Bella and Aria, but also not by Lorien himself.

When he stepped into the kitchen, Nora immediately called out,

"Dear master, you’re finally here I missed you so much~!"

Lorien sighed, glanced at the ingredients, and said,

"How much did you miss me?"

Nora froze, surprised at his unusual reply, then answered quickly, excitement rising in her voice.

"Of course I missed you to death, master! I missed you so much I leaked lubricant last night!"

"Figures. You must be broken."

"That’s right! I want my master to punish me hard~!"

Lorien rubbed his ear, then looked over the ingredients and decided what he wanted.

"Make me some noodle soup. Haven’t had noodles in a long time."

"Yes, master~, I’ll... Hey, master, where are you going?"

"Aria, bring it down for me when it’s ready."

Aria: "Yes, master."

Lorien went downstairs and waited. After a while, his noodles arrived. But before he’d eaten more than two bites, Hela came bounding down in fresh clothes.

"I’m going to play with the big guy! Bye~!"

Lorien slurped his noodles and waved her off. With his permission, Hela pressed the transporter.

She appeared above the Pacific Ocean.

To avoid drowning, she summoned her cape—unused for a long time—and flew. Then she released a trace of divine power to summon Godzilla.

Godzilla recognized her aura. Before long, he rose from the sea nearby.

"Whooosh~~~!!"

Godzilla lifted his head, spotted only Hela, and his eyes flickered with confusion, as if to say—

"What are you doing here alone?"

"Wow~!"

Hela was stunned when she saw his skin.

"You’ve gotten even more handsome, big guy!"

She flew up to touch his scales, patted him, and said,

"So dark, so strong, so big!"

Pfff!

Godzilla snorted. Her praise pleased him, but only a little. What mattered more was—why hadn’t Lorien come?

He scanned the area.

Hela floated in front of him and explained,

"Lorien’s busy with work, so I came to play with you. How about we go smash some ships?"

Smash ships?

Godzilla’s gaze turned disdainful. He’d already sunk dozens of whaling ships, each tens of meters long! Whenever there was a whaler, he was there. To him, leaving any ship part larger than two square meters afloat counted as sloppy work.

Seeing his lack of interest, Hela frowned, unable to guess what he’d want.

"Then you choose. I’ll go with you. Better to have me than no one, right?"

Godzilla thought. True enough. Playing with two was better than one. And she was his master’s consort—worth keeping company.

With that, Godzilla gave a low roar.

"Let’s..."

Hela caught the meaning and climbed onto his head.

Suddenly, Godzilla surged forward, swimming hard into the distance!

Startled, Hela quickly wrapped herself in divine power.

And so, Godzilla took Hela out to play all morning. By noon, they reached an uninhabited island in the open sea to rest.

Hela stood on the rocky shore while Godzilla floated with only his head above water.

"How was it?" Hela smiled. "You’ve gotten used to playing with me. When Lorien sends you to Cybertron, I’ll come find you there too."

Godzilla nodded. That was fine.

Hela grinned, about to gloat—when suddenly, a purple-haired girl flew in from the distance!

She landed, instantly changing her purple battle suit into a casual jacket and jeans, topping it off with brown sunglasses.

Both Hela and Godzilla turned to look at her. Godzilla’s eyes narrowed, his jaws parting slightly.

"Who are you?" Hela asked. Someone who could fly that fast was clearly no ordinary person.

Galacta’s eyes lit up the moment she saw Godzilla.

"I finally found you!"

She was about to say more when a strange scent—imperceptible to ordinary people—entered her nose. Her unusual sense of smell let her detect the energy of living beings.

"Aye, aye..."

Galacta sighed, then fixed her gaze on Hela.

"Why do you have such enormous energy inside you?"

"Energy?" Hela blinked. Then she snapped back and demanded,

"Tell me who you are first!"

But Hela’s lack of an answer made Galacta impatient. She whipped out a device resembling a phone and pointed it at her.

Click!

Thinking it was an attack, Hela drew her Nightsword.

"Nightsword!"

She swung it fiercely.

Clang, clang!

The blade bounced off Galacta’s skin.

"Huh?" Hela froze.

Galacta appeared at her side in an instant, phone in hand. She pointed at the X-ray image of Hela’s stomach and abdomen and demanded,

"Tell me! Where did all this energy come from?!"

Hela glanced at the display.

"Wha—!?"