Chapter 159: Yoga Training Check! She-Hulk on the Brink of Death!
It was obvious.
Gwen and Wanda both cared deeply about the answer.
Lorien hadn’t even finished speaking before his face was already covered in kisses.
He sat there in silence for a moment, while the two women glanced at him and couldn’t help but laugh quietly.
Lorien could only sigh and grab a towel to wipe his face.
Strangely enough, even though he was supposed to be the one taking advantage, it somehow felt like he was the one being taken advantage of.
So this was what it meant to be outnumbered by two women? Yeah... momentum really does matter.
When he finished wiping, Wanda snatched the towel from his hands.
"Come on, tell us already."
"I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you."
Lorien sat up straight, let out a long sigh, and said,
"Bubbles are actually universes, and beyond them lies the Multiverse."
"The bubbles you can see are only some of them—but in reality, there are countless more."
"Parallel universes are layered bubbles, while the countless universes I mentioned are normal bubbles."
"In normal bubbles, the worlds all develop the same way. They all have solar systems, Earths, Americas, and countless kinds of people."
"But what differs is their worldviews, personalities... even genders."
"That’s how the Multiverse is built."
He clapped his hands, and instantly, countless colorful bubbles appeared in the air.
And if you wanted, you could see even more.
Only then did Lorien add,
"So, the Multiverse is simply an endless number of infinite universes."
The two women looked into the cosmic bubbles. They really were beautiful.
But that wasn’t the point.
"What about us?" Wanda snapped back to herself and asked, "Are we still together?"
Gwen immediately nodded in agreement.
The Multiverse itself didn’t matter.
What mattered to her was Lorien.
Wanda felt the same way.
Lorien smiled.
"Unfortunately..."
Wanda and Gwen: !
"In the entire Multiverse..."
Wanda and Gwen: !?
"We are all unique beings."
Wanda and Gwen: !!!
The two froze for a moment, then quickly understood.
He meant: Don’t overthink it. In other universes, there are no versions of us.
"That’s perfect~!"
Gwen was the first to cheer.
"That’s so much better!"
Wanda exhaled in relief. She sat down next to Lorien and quietly rested her head on his arm.
The Multiverse didn’t matter.
Because they were themselves.
They didn’t share memories with anyone else.
But none of them wanted to imagine another version of themselves without Lorien.
Now that they knew they were one of a kind, it was more reassuring than any other answer. True peace of mind.
Gwen hummed happily.
By now, it was afternoon.
Lorien looked at Wanda and Gwen.
"Do you want to go out and play?"
Both shook their heads.
Wanda, eyes closed, leaned against him and whispered,
"This is perfect."
Gwen grinned.
"It’s already afternoon. Let’s just stay home. We’ve got plenty of weekends to go out. We can play anytime."
That was true.
If you always made plans, eventually you’d run out of places to go.
But if you let things go... you could go wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted.
As long as you didn’t have to work.
...
That afternoon was spent like this:
Wanda and Lorien cuddled until two o’clock, then Wanda went to practice magic.
Gwen and Lorien took over Hela and Devourer Girl’s spots to play games.
With those two bullies pushed out, Hela and Devourer Girl could only sit on the sidelines and watch.
Four hours slipped by.
At six, Wanda wrapped up her training, went to the kitchen, and started preparing dinner, asking everyone what they wanted to eat.
Meanwhile, Lorien and Gwen returned the console to Hela and Devourer Girl, then went to the Little Universe together to watch the sunset.
When Wanda finished cooking, she joined them to watch it too.
Of course, Lorien made sure to sneak in his share of kisses.
Lazy to stop, craving more the next day—men were always like that.
And besides, what was wrong with tasting a little lip gloss?
If you’d already had some from one, why not try from the other?
Before long, dinner was ready.
They all sat down and enjoyed a happy meal together.
Later, after Wanda and Gwen rested a bit and went to do yoga, Devourer Girl headed home.
Sometimes she stayed up all night gaming with Hela, but she also had her own research—like figuring out why her body was always hungry, or what kind of technology could reduce hunger, maybe even eliminate it.
So she had her own work to keep her busy, joining Hela for gaming only when she was free.
...
That night, after yoga and showers, the three gathered in the bedroom.
Lorien cleared his throat twice, looking serious.
"Wanda, I need to check your yoga progress."
"I mean... just to see how hard you’ve been working."
Wanda: ?
At first, Wanda thought he was serious. She even started the first yoga pose.
But when his words sank in, she froze—then rolled her eyes at him.
Still...
She didn’t refuse.
Though Gwen was quick to jump in too.
"Me too, me too! You have to check me too, Lorien~!"
Lorien nodded with authority.
"Everyone gets checked, everyone gets checked."
"Let’s see who’s been slacking off instead of studying."
"If I catch you, you’ll face strict punishment!"
Gwen and Wanda both struck yoga poses at the same time.
Lorien observed carefully.
He maintained fairness, with a serious, meticulous attitude, scrutinizing every transition and movement.
Before long, their performance ended.
Lorien pressed his lips together, then gave his evaluation with a straight face.
"Gwen’s posture is nimble, slender, lively—full of youthful, pure energy. Her legs don’t just reach 180 degrees... they actually stretch to 200."
He immediately broke into applause.
"Well done, well done."
Hearing his praise, Gwen’s face lit up with joy.
But Wanda already knew she was doomed. Doomed—meaning finished, completely done for. In other words: terrible.
Sure enough, Lorien turned to her next.
"Wanda, while your movements are graceful, your posture beautiful, and your demeanor elegant, your execution isn’t fully extended. Some moves are stiff, and your leg spread is only 150 degrees—far below Gwen’s standard."
Wanda bit her lip.
She had been watching Gwen the whole time. And it was true.
Lorien’s critique wasn’t wrong.
But... some yoga poses were just too exposing, too embarrassing. Especially in front of Lorien.
And seeing his expression only made her heart tremble harder.
She was lucky to have managed at all.
But... bad was bad. She admitted it.
Lorien pressed further.
"Wanda, any objections?"
Wanda wrung her hands, replying softly,
"No objections..."
Lorien nodded.
"Good. Gwen, come over and give her some punishment!"
"Ah?" ×2
"No, wrong word—I meant extra practice!"
...
The next morning, Lorien woke at 8:30.
He stretched lazily, then got up to wash.
The Ballerina Twins followed him with their tools.
They showered him, scrubbed his back, dried him off, trimmed his eyebrows, tidied his hair, and pressed a fresh hot towel over his face.
Of course, the towels were always changed.
By the end of their service, Lorien felt completely refreshed.
He headed to the kitchen to order breakfast.
The moment refrigerator Nora saw him, she burst out excitedly,
"Master, you finally came to see me I missed you so much I made strange noises at night!"
Lorien remained calm—he was used to this.
"Then you’re broken. Fix yourself."
"But I want Master to fix me. Fix me hard~"
Lorien stroked his chin.
He decided on noodles for breakfast.
"Make thin round noodles, just a couple millimeters wide. The broth should be rich—I want soup this morning."
"Got it, Master. When will you turn me into a maid? A slave works too~"
"Five years from now."
"Five years... That’s long, but if it means being with Master forever, I’ll wait~"
Nora kneaded noodles with her tentacles while continuing her suggestive chatter.
As for Lorien—he left.
"Aria, bring the noodles later."
"Yes, Master."
In the office, Lorien sank into his boss chair with a sigh.
Bella, who had memorized his habits, stepped forward, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of milk tea, closed the door, and set it on his desk.
Then she stepped aside.
Lorien twisted the cap, took a sip, and muttered,
"No wonder in WALL-E, humanity ended up fat."
"With service like this, how could anyone not get fat and lazy?"
Bella lowered her head, replying cheerfully,
"Thank you for the compliment, Master."
Alright, let’s call it that.
But with this kind of service, people would inevitably split into two types:
Those who became utterly lazy, relying on robots for everything.
And those who worked even harder, still keeping up their training.
Of course, there was a third type.
Like Lorien—living life normally.
Soon, Aria brought in the noodles.
Lorien ate while sipping his milk tea, opening the news on his screen.
But it was Monday—there wasn’t much worth reading.
Just then, the Ballerina Twins reported,
"Master, the Decepticon Legion recently annihilated a space pirate group on a planet and rescued many imperial survivors."
"Hm?" Lorien slurped noodles, puzzled. "They went out to fight evil?"
"No." Aria shook her head. "They were just passing through."
"But after scanning the planet, the Transformer descendants discovered large amounts of rare resources and reported it."
"The Elders, after deliberation and further scanning, confirmed most lifeforms on the planet were hostile, so they used that justification to wipe out the pirate group."
"They also rescued over ten thousand members of various empires and returned them home."
Ah...
That tracks. Mechanical life indeed.
Didn’t plan to meddle, but if your house is full of treasure, then sure—let’s destroy evil while we’re at it.
Still, Lorien was curious.
"How many imperial citizens were there originally?"
"Less than twenty thousand."
Less than twenty thousand.
Over ten thousand rescued.
More than half survived!
With Transformers’ methods, more than half?
Lorien had assumed ten thousand was just a fraction.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"Decent. A rescue rate of over fifty percent."
Hopefully, no one else would need "rescuing" by Transformers.
If the trapped ever heard that, they’d be begging their captors for a gun, plotting an escape together instead.
That’d be hilarious.
Just then, the TV on the wall suddenly switched channels.
It changed to a live broadcast.
At that moment, a reporter was passionately speaking outside the courthouse.
"A kind-hearted female lawyer is filing a lawsuit on behalf of a girl persecuted by a gang!"
"Is justice finally about to arrive?"
"She’s so brave—we must support her!"
As the reporter finished, the broadcast cut to another camera positioned from above, capturing the entire square outside the courthouse.
Lorien spotted Jen—future She-Hulk—at the entrance, saying a few words before stepping inside.
At the doorway, a man in ordinary clothes but towering over those around him watched Jen disappear inside. He then walked over to a nearby resting area to wait.
It was obvious.
That man was Banner.
He was bundled up tightly, but his body was noticeably larger than before.
Could this be thanks to the Quantum Realm incident yesterday?
Still, Lorien found something strange.
"In the original plot... Hulk never went to the courthouse with Jennifer Walters."
"And Jen was attacked by gang members on her way there."
"She never even made it to court."
But now...
Not only had she arrived, she had actually walked into the courtroom.
And once inside, the gang couldn’t touch her.
Yes, the gangs had connections with New York’s upper circles. But if they dared to act inside a courtroom, the elite would crush them without hesitation. Because in the U.S., the courtroom is regarded as sacred, free, and untouchable. Criminal acts like assassination simply couldn’t be allowed there.
Bribing a judge? Sure.
But pulling something like this in court? Absolutely not.
And Jen’s evidence was ironclad.
On top of that, the entire case was being broadcast live.
Could the gang really let her go just like that?
Impossible.
If they did, all of Lorien’s teachings would have been wasted.
He’d be reduced to the kind of man who saw nothing but darkness in everything.
No... it couldn’t be.
As time passed, Lorien finished his noodles, sipping his drink as he waited for the outcome.
Not long after—maybe an hour or so—Jen walked out with a triumphant smile.
She was beaming.
Clearly, she had won the case.
She had secured justice for the persecuted girl and even won compensation.
The crowd applauded loudly.
Banner clapped along with them.
Up to this point, everything seemed normal.
Afterward, Jen spoke briefly to the reporters.
Then, calm and composed, she left alone.
All eyes followed her.
Banner’s as well.
Jen flagged down a taxi.
As she opened the car door, the crowd began to disperse.
Banner too was preparing to leave.
But then—
"Bang~~~!"
A faint sound cut through the air.
Some people froze.
Some didn’t hear it at all.
But Banner’s entire body tensed instantly.
His eyes locked on Jen—
She looked down in shock at the muzzle pointed at her heart.
Then her body slowly collapsed to the ground...
"No—!"
Hulk erupted, transforming in an instant and unleashing a furious roar.
And just like that—
The gangs sent their message loud and clear:
"Even if you win in court, even if you taste victory on the surface—so what? Can you withstand the retaliation of the underground syndicates behind us?"
The answer was no.
You couldn’t.
You were just an ordinary person.
...
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