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

The next day.

After Lorien woke up, he stretched comfortably, then got up to shower and wash.

Last night had been... very enjoyable.

At least far more than usual.

Wanda had first fought with sheer physical strength. When her stamina ran out, she used her magic to restore it and kept fighting. When her magic was drained, she tapped into her mental energy, activating the Horse Talisman among the Twelve Talismans to continue.

Each time she collapsed, a soft "achoo~" slipped out. With a flash of green light, her strength quickly returned for another round.

With this three-layer buff stacked on her, Wanda finally had enough endurance to stand against Lorien.

Of course, in the end, she was utterly defeated.

It wasn’t because she lacked energy. Her mental power was more than enough to use the Horse Talisman over and over. The real reason for her collapse was simple—her willpower broke first.

To put it bluntly, she was overwhelmed with so much joy that her mind went hazy.

Seeing this, Lorien let her off.

A path to certain death.

Cough. At that point, Wanda really was on the verge of "dying" in more ways than one.

"Huuuuh~!"

With Bella’s hot towel pressed against his face, Lorien regained his clarity. He then walked to the kitchen and checked on the ever-unruly fridge.

"Master You finally came to see me! Don’t pick the vegetables Pick me Eat me now!"

Lorien picked through the vegetables and sighed.

"Eat you? Do you even have that function?"

"You can refine me transform me I’ll serve you faithfully~!"

"Forget it. Your performance points aren’t high enough yet."

Lorien waved a hand, then after looking over the ingredients, said, "Let’s do noodles today. Wide noodles."

He left before the fridge could throw another fit.

"Aria, help me bring that down later."

"Yes, Master."

When he reached the office, Lorien collapsed into the recliner with a long sigh.

Morning work was exhausting, body and mind. Even with the Silver Superman template, not wanting to go to work meant not wanting to go. But if he skipped work, he’d end up wanting to go.

Conclusion: being shameless has nothing to do with strength.

Those who are shameless will always be shameless.

Take Deadpool, for example.

...

Meanwhile, deep within another universe—Titan.

After capturing the fleeing Gamora, Thanos dragged her into a confinement chamber.

The moment Gamora entered, she saw her sister Nebula disassembled and strung up, unable to move, with only her consciousness intact.

Gamora’s eyes widened in shock. She glared at Thanos.

"What are you doing? She’s your daughter too!"

Thanos pressed a button right in front of her.

"AHHHHHH!!!"

Nebula let out a scream filled with soul-tearing agony.

"Failure is failure. Whether she’s my daughter or not is irrelevant."

Thanos’ voice was cold—devoid of even a trace of emotion. His eyes hadn’t flickered once as he pressed the button.

Gamora saw it. She understood.

This was the butcher who had slaughtered her own world. What else could he not do?

Daughter? Just adopted.

Gamora trembled with rage, but forced herself to remain calm.

She glared at Thanos.

"What do you want to know?"

Thanos kept his hand on the button.

"Tell me the whereabouts of the other Infinity Stones."

"Pfft—"

Gamora laughed at that.

"You were crushed by the Transformers civilization, and now you’re taking it out on your daughter?"

"AHHHHH!!!"

Her words had barely left her mouth before Thanos pressed the button again.

Nebula screamed once more—this time continuously, as Thanos kept his finger pressed down.

"Enough!"

Gamora roared in fury.

Thanos finally released the button, then turned to her again.

"Tell me. Where are the other Infinity Stones?"

Gamora took a deep breath, then shook her head.

"I only know where the Reality Stone and the Power Stone were. But the Transformers already took them."

"AHHHH!!!"

Nebula shrieked again as Thanos pressed the button.

"Why?!" Gamora snarled, eyes burning with hatred. "I told you everything!"

"You’re lying." Thanos’ gaze was ice. "Don’t think you can deceive me. It’s useless."

He waved a hand through the air.

A woman in a white robe, her skin blue, appeared from the void—she had been invisible until now.

Gamora’s eyes narrowed. She immediately guessed this was the fifth general Thanos had been hiding.

Her name was unknown. But Gamora noticed the faint glow pulsing from her forehead.

She froze.

"You’re scanning my mind!"

Yes.

If Supergiant was reading her thoughts, Thanos didn’t even need to ask questions. He would know instantly whether she was lying.

Living beings always had mental fluctuations when lying.

Lorien could see that in an instant—he could read minds at a glance.

Gamora realized immediately that any falsehood would be exposed. The pressure on her chest grew suffocating.

And Thanos’ next words only crushed her further.

"Tell me, Gamora."

Gamora clenched her fists tightly.

She still refused to speak.

If she said anything, Thanos might truly obtain the Infinity Stones.

And when that happened, only catastrophe would follow.

Seeing her silence, Thanos pressed the button again and didn’t let go.

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"AHHHHH!!!"

Nebula let out another agonized scream.

Gamora’s fists shook. She didn’t know what to do.

Through gritted teeth, Nebula forced out broken words.

"Ga... mora... don’t... tell..."

That single sentence was the last straw crushing Gamora’s resolve.

Tears welled in her eyes as she screamed at Thanos.

"Enough! I’ll tell you!"

Thanos released the button, staring at her in silence.

Gamora wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, took several deep breaths, and said,

"Vormir."

At her words, Thanos turned to Supergiant.

She gave a slight nod, confirming the truth.

Thanos grabbed Gamora by the arm.

"Let’s go."

...

Meanwhile, on Cybertron—

At the planet’s core, on a massive platform, three Infinity Stones rested together: the Power Stone, the Reality Stone, and the Space Stone.

The Transformers had gathered three of them already.

Beside the platform, the clones of the Ballerina Twins stood recording, while the Collector watched intently.

At that moment, a 15-meter-tall research-type Transformer descendant manipulated a console and reported,

"Honored Elders, the energy collectors and storage units are ready. We may begin the experiment."

The Elders asked,

"What is the status of the starport?"

The Transformers reported back.

The "starport" they spoke of was a colossal teleportation gate—an elliptical structure 15,000 meters tall and 12,000 meters wide, suspended in the void of space.

Its center remained empty, waiting for energy to ignite it.

Once construction was confirmed complete, the Transformer scientist bowed its head.

"All preparations are ready."

The Elders shifted their gaze toward the Ballerina Twins. Compared to the massive constructs around them, their figures were minuscule, yet still elegant and composed.

This wasn’t about waiting for their permission—it was about waiting for their signal.

After recording everything and synchronizing a full-field simulation, the Ballerina Twins raised their hands slightly.

"You may begin."

"Begin."

The Elders gave the order at once.

Robots stepped forward, carefully lifting the Space Stone. They carried it to a spherical device, set it inside the containment field, and sealed the mechanism.

The device whirred to life.

In an instant, the field erupted with dazzling blue light, like an enormous bulb igniting.

Everyone present watched closely. Only the Collector turned his back against the glare.

The Space Stone shone brighter and brighter—but before long, its glow began to dim.

Weaker. Weaker still.

When the light had faded enough for the Collector to turn back, he rushed forward, inspected the instrument, and exclaimed,

"We did it! The field has stabilized the Stone’s energy—the output is pressurizing and flowing!"

The Elders continued with the plan.

"Open the storage valve."

The robots complied.

At once, the contained energy began to funnel into the storage chamber. Wisps of smoke-like vapor trickled down from its base.

As the energy gathered, the Elders issued the next command.

"Activate the starport."

The robots relayed the power. The stored energy flowed into a new conduit, then surged toward the massive gate.

It didn’t look like much at first—mere strands of vapor. But the moment it reached the starport, the 15,000-meter structure began to flicker with light.

The scientists carefully increased the input. Bit by bit, the massive gate stabilized.

Moments later—

"BOOM~~~~!"

A tremendous pulse rippled outward from the starport.

The Collector clenched his fists with excitement.

"Success!"

Yes. The massive long-range teleportation gate was complete.

With this, the Transformers had opened a doorway into the heart of the universe.

The Solar System was nothing more than the outskirts of the outskirts in the Milky Way. Mining and transport across such distances wasted precious time and resources.

But now things were different.

The starport was an anchor. Once established, it couldn’t easily be moved—but the Transformers had placed it near the galactic core, right in the middle of a rich mining zone.

With this, resource gathering and reinforcements would be countless times faster than before.

From the edges of Cybertron, one could see it: a massive blue construct suspended in space, glowing brilliantly, radiating an almost magical light.

The starport.

It could transport anything within the Transformers’ civilization—ships, cargo, even the Elders themselves. The only thing it could not transfer was an entire planet.

The Elders’ excitement swelled.

After casting their votes, they gave the order:

"Fleet—depart!"

Engines roared to life as the massive fleet formed lines before the starport.

One after another, ships plunged into the gate, vanishing across unimaginable distances.

The scale of the jump was staggering.

Dozens of transport ships crossed through, disappearing into deep space.

The Elders turned their gaze back to the remaining Stones.

"Continue the research."

Meanwhile, the Ballerina Twins’ clones recorded everything.

...

Earth, Northern Tower.

Aria from the Ballerina Twins turned to Lorien and said,

"Master, the Transformers civilization has already developed instruments capable of absorbing, storing, and utilizing the infinite energy of the Space Stone. They’ve also completed construction of a super-giant starport."

"Their first gate is anchored near the center of the Milky Way, and they’re now researching ways to harness the other Infinity Stones."

With that, she stepped closer to Lorien and raised her hand.

A projection bloomed from her palm, fast-forwarding through the entire process and all the details for Lorien to see.

The accelerated playback was his request. Otherwise, there would’ve been no way to review the entire sequence in such a short time. Even at that speed, he could see it all clearly.

In just about a minute, Lorien had finished watching what had taken hours.

He chuckled with interest.

"So fast. They’ve already built the teleportation gate."

"That means the Transformers’ reach now extends across the entire Milky Way."

And with that expansion came a simple truth—whatever happened in the galaxy, the Transformers could now get involved.

Damn, they were getting stronger and stronger.

Lorien nodded. "Looks like it’s about time we send the little guy over there for some real training."

Cosmic Godzilla, time to make your debut.

...

By noon, the sound of the elevator echoed outside. A moment later, there was a knock at his door.

Knock knock~~

"Come in."

The door opened, and a silver-gray–haired girl walked in, her purple starry eyes half-hidden behind brown-tinted sunglasses.

Unlike yesterday, today Devourer Girl wore casual pants and a polo shirt. With the shades on, she looked more like a tourist visiting New York than anything else.

Lorien glanced at her and gestured upward.

"Hela’s upstairs. Not sure if she’s awake. Go call her—I’ll give you clearance."

"Um... cough, cough. No rush on Hela."

Devourer Girl cleared her throat, slipped off her sunglasses, and said,

"Last night, after studying the energy from that lollipop you gave me, I came up with a sudden idea to solve my hunger problem."

"Oh?"

That caught Lorien’s interest.

"Go on."

Devourer Girl pulled out her phone. On it were pages of formulas, energy conversion notes, and scattered calculations.

One glance was all Lorien needed.

"You’re thinking of testing the Power of Creation—seeing if the ratio of life energy you create to what you can devour could hit something like 1:1.x, right?"

Her starry eyes widened instantly.

"You figured it out that fast?"

Then she paused, realizing.

"Of course... you might actually be stronger than my old man."

Strike the might.

If you can’t beat Galactus, that’s just pathetic. In the Marvel Universe, if you can’t take down Galactus, you’ve got no business having your own series. You’re stuck as a guest star in someone else’s.

Cough—kidding.

Back to the moment.

After scanning through her phone, Lorien withdrew his gaze and smiled.

"Pretty bold thinking."

No wonder she once dared to wield the Marvel lighter—the Ultimate Nullifier itself—to try and burn out the ’worms’ in her stomach.

That move nearly scared her father to death. Because pulling something like that was almost guaranteed suicide.

That was the only reason Galactus finally broke down and told her the truth.

"Haha~" Devourer Girl scratched her head sheepishly.

She knew she was bold, maybe too bold. But her mind was always running with bizarre ideas.

Lorien, however, shook his head.

"Forget it. Not happening."

"Output value 1 being less than a harvest value of 1.x? Sure, that’s possible, but it burns through other resources."

"But trying to create an output of 1 that returns more than 1.x? I could do it—but the balance of the universe would collapse."

"In other words, you’d break the universe."

"Or, in plain terms—completely wreck it."

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