Loki did not linger for long. He appeared, delivered a single warning, and vanished into the air as if carried away by the winds of destiny.
His words about the return of the Dark Elves sounded simple—but Bella knew it was far from that.
The mischievous god rarely told the whole truth. Every time he smiled, there was something hidden behind that grin—something sharp, dangerous, and unpredictable.
Bella didn't bother chasing after him. She had learned long ago that Loki's visits were like storms—sudden, loud, and gone before you could even ask "why." What caught her attention instead was the object mentioned in his warning: the Reality Gem.
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The Reality Gem was said to be the most mysterious and dangerous of all the Infinity Stones. It could make any perception—any imagination—become reality.
People often said, "Perception shapes truth." With this gem, that statement became literal. A single wish, a single belief, could reshape matter, rewrite physics, or paint entire worlds into existence.
Dreams could become real. Laws of nature could bend. Even gods could be rewritten.
But Bella knew that such power always came with cost. The gem could make anything come true—but only if the wielder's will was strong enough to control it. Otherwise, it would turn on its master, twisting reality into chaos.
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As she sat quietly in her room, Bella wondered—could the Reality Gem change her body? Could it undo the strange transformation that had turned her from male to female?
It was a thought she had carried for a long time, buried under countless battles and responsibilities. For a brief second, she imagined returning to her old self. But as quickly as the idea appeared, her instincts screamed at her to abandon it.
Her intuition—now almost divine—told her something was wrong with that path.
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She glanced at the glowing screen displaying her personal data:
Catherine Isa Bella
Strength: S
Endurance: S
Agility: S
Magic Release: S
Mental Power: S
Luck: A+
Noble Phantasms: Bloody Rose (False), Goddess of War (False), Black Contract Victory Sword (True), Black Light Armor (True)
Riding Skill: A+
Intuition: S
Temperament: A+
Her stats had skyrocketed after her last encounter with Thanos. She had destroyed one of his vanguard flagships, fought the Titan himself, and lived to tell the tale. The battle had pushed her body and soul into an entirely new realm of power.
She was now at the level of a Heavenly Father-Class Being—a being who could shape worlds and rival gods. But there were still levels beyond even that.
Her intuition, sharpened to the rank of S, now allowed her to glimpse fragments of the future. When Loki mentioned the return of the Dark Elves, she had already seen one such possible branch of time—a future where she possessed the Reality Gem.
In that vision, she had tried to use it to revert her body to its former form.
And she had failed.
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Her body was too perfect—too evolved. Every cell, molecule, and organ had undergone divine reconstruction, glowing with the power of light and creation. Even the Reality Gem, one of the mightiest forces in existence, could not forcibly rewrite such a structure.
She was already at the pinnacle of physical perfection—a living embodiment of divine balance.
And yet, in that same vision, she saw something else: even if she collected all the Infinity Stones and forged the Infinity Gauntlet herself, she still would not be able to change back.
That knowledge gave her a headache.
With a sigh, Bella decided to stop thinking about it. She was used to her new body now. It would have been nice to return to her old self, but if fate refused to bend, then she would move forward as she was.
Her goal was clear—to become even stronger.
Because Thanos was far from the universe's final crisis.
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There were darker powers still lurking in the shadows—Mephisto, the devil who whispered through souls, and Dormammu, the devourer of worlds.
A faint golden glow flickered in Bella's eyes as she stared toward the night sky. From the moment she returned to Earth, she could already feel the corruption spreading—a dark aura gnawing at the world's foundation.
Even if Loki had never come, her intuition told her that Dormammu's arrival was inevitable. The countdown had already begun.
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Meanwhile, in a more peaceful part of the world, Angie was experiencing her own version of chaos.
Ever since she discovered that her best friend was not just "Bella," but the Goddess of Judgment, her worldview had been shattered and rebuilt multiple times.
She had thought Bella was just a quirky genius who liked to stay home, eat snacks, and ignore fame. Now she understood why Bella never cared about money or reputation—because Bella operated on a cosmic scale.
And so, Angie did what any curious best friend would do—she followed Bella everywhere, asking endless questions.
Bella was patient at first, but even a goddess could be tested by Angie's constant chatter.
"Why do you glow when you get angry?"
"What's a Noble Phantasm?"
"Can I have one too?"
"Wait, did you actually punch Thanos?!"
If Bella didn't have divine patience, Angie might have been turned into a toad just for peace and quiet.
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Things became even more ridiculous when Angie realized that, apart from little Nina, she was the weakest person in the entire household.
When she saw Sally, the sweet little girl, casually dissolve a chunk of metal with a wave of her hand, Angie nearly fainted.
When Cosmo, their cosmic-powered dog, opened his mouth and unleashed a beam of pure energy, Angie froze with a horrified smile, whispering, "Okay… note to self, never make the dog mad."
Nina, who shared Angie's "normal human" status, patted her shoulder in sympathy. Together they became "the two weakest mortals in a house full of gods."
It was tragic.
It was hilarious.
And Bella, being Bella, recorded Angie's despair just for fun.
Angie swore vengeance afterward, chasing Bella through the house and threatening to tickle her until she begged for mercy.
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But once the laughter faded, a strange calm filled the home.
Angie's sense of security skyrocketed.
She realized that she could live her entire life without fear. No demon, alien, or Blood Clan monster would dare step foot near this house.
If they did, they'd be obliterated before they could even blink.
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Now, instead of fear, Angie felt pride.
She began to boast a little—okay, maybe more than a little.
If someone asked where she lived, she would grin and say, "Oh, just with my best friend—the Goddess of Judgment. Want to come over? Don't worry, only half the walls are radioactive."
She didn't even fully understand what a "Heavenly Father-level being" meant, but Bella's offhand explanation that such a being could destroy a planet in seconds was enough to make her jaw drop.
And then Bella promised her something:
"Next week, we'll go on a little trip. Golf on an alien planet, barbecue under twin suns, maybe meet a few hundred-meter-tall beasts."
Angie screamed with excitement. She began digging through boxes for swimsuits and sunscreen like she was preparing for a cosmic vacation. Sally joined her, happily helping pick out snacks and barbecue supplies.
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Their first destination wasn't another galaxy, however. Bella wanted to make a brief stop—the Sanctum Sanctorum, home of the Sorcerer Supreme.
The place stood as a beautiful blend of Eastern architecture and mystical design. Magical circles shimmered above the courtyards, and the air itself vibrated with energy.
Inside one quiet chamber, Doctor Stephen Strange knelt before his teacher, the Ancient One, seeking guidance. The soft fragrance of tea filled the air.
The Ancient One, smiling gently, corrected his hand gestures as he practiced the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, a spell that could bind even gods. Strange listened intently, his eyes filled with respect.
In just a few years, this man had surpassed every Sorcerer Supreme who came before him—his potential was limitless.
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Suddenly, the Ancient One paused mid-sentence. Her smile deepened. With a simple wave of her hand, the glowing runes vanished, replaced by a wooden table and a warm pot of tea.
Strange blinked in confusion. "Master? Did I… do something wrong?"
The Ancient One chuckled softly, pouring tea into two cups. "No, my disciple. You did everything right."
She raised the cup toward him and said,
"Congratulations, Stephen. You've ascended to the Heavenly Father level. I have no grand gift to offer you—only this cup of tea."
The steam rose between them, glowing faintly with golden light.
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Far beyond the Sanctum, Bella felt the ripple of power and smiled faintly. The world was changing again. Stronger beings were rising.
And the next storm was coming.
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