Mike and Wanda didn't pay much attention to Quicksilver's departure.
"The energy in your body has already surpassed the single-universe level. You can slow down the speed of condensing Chaos Power appropriately. Focus on how to manipulate energy..." Mike cut a piece of steak, tasted it, and nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he casually instructed the girl opposite him.
The single-universe level is a threshold; Captain Marvel, who went to outer space to seek a breakthrough in power, is probably at this level.
Above that are the multi-universe level powerhouses like Odin, Dormammu, and Ancient One, whose strength has reached the "god" level.
Mike is also at this level now, and he is one of the best among them.
It is precisely because of this that Mike knows that to cross the single-universe level and reach the multi-universe level, pure destructive power is not enough; one must also control the power of rules.
Only then can one hope to become a "god."
Wanda, possessing vast Chaos Power, already has considerable combat ability. The best way for her to continue improving her strength is to comprehend the power of rules.
Coincidentally, Mike knows that Chaos Power, as one of the most original forces in the universe, not only possesses powerful destructive force but also has the ability to rewrite reality.
This is Wanda's advantage.
She only needs to guide this power with her mind to achieve a transcendence of strength.
"You should be familiar with Chaos Power's ability to rewrite reality. Now I want you to use this power and show me what stage you've reached." Taking advantage of the current free time, Mike could guide the girl.
"Now?" Wanda looked at the man opposite her and asked.
In truth, compared to improving her strength, the girl enjoyed the current relaxed, private atmosphere more.
"Yes, you don't have to worry with me here," Mike nodded encouragingly.
He thought the girl was worried about not being able to control the ability to rewrite reality.
In some respects, "creation" is more dangerous than destruction.
"Alright," A scarlet light flashed in the girl's eyes, and she said with a smile, "How can we eat steak without red wine?..."
As the Chaos Power within the girl, which rewrites reality, activated, the light in the living room slowly turned into a warm pink hue, and the surrounding scene transformed into a simple hotel style.
Soothing blues music slowly flowed from the vintage record player next to the bar.
"Not bad, it's almost indistinguishable from reality." Mike looked around at the changes and finally focused his gaze on the girl.
While changing the surrounding scene, the girl also used Chaos Power to change into a striking black and white bunny girl outfit.
Her youthful face combined with her fiery figure was very alluring.
"Thank you for the compliment," Wanda's face was flushed with a hint of shyness.
After her eyes flickered a few times, she finally dared to raise her head and meet Mike's gaze.
Then she got up and walked to the bar, bringing back two bottles of red wine, and said, "You can guess which of these two bottles of red wine is real..."
The girl poured two glasses of red wine separately and brought them to Mike's mouth.
With subtle physical contact, Mike caught the unique scent of the girl.
It carried a hint of sweetness, like a blooming Rose.
Mike had long known the girl's intentions, but he hadn't expected her to be so "proactive" today.
As a normal man, how could Mike resist such temptation?
He leaned back slightly, accepting the girl's active "feeding."
Not to mention, this red wine was quite white... and soft enough.
"How is it, which one is real?" Seeing the man's enjoying expression, Wanda's face revealed a hint of a triumphant smile.
"They both taste good, but unfortunately, neither is real." Mike turned his head to look at the girl and said, "You must have also cast an illusion magic on my mind, wanting to simulate a drunken state. It's a very good idea, but you used it on the wrong person."
With Mike's mental strength, ordinary illusion magic would have no effect on him.
Of course, this doesn't mean the girl's mixed magic is weak.
If Mike were replaced by an ordinary person, he would probably have fallen for her trick long ago.
"I knew it would be like this..." A trace of disappointment flashed across Wanda's face.
"No, you've done very well. Keep working hard, and one day you will completely control this power..." Mike encouraged the girl.
Rewriting reality, or the power of creation, is a shortcut to the "god" level.
When the day comes that the objects the girl materializes can become real, it will mean that her strength has reached the multi-universe level.
She will truly possess the power of a "god."
At that time, whether she wants to seek revenge or be used as an aid, it will be very good.
"Is that so? I will work hard and live up to your expectations." Wanda, who was no longer so eager for power, smiled again.
Then, with a wave of her hand, her fiery bunny girl outfit transformed into a cool, long house dress.
With her skirt swaying, the girl walked to the wine cabinet again and took out a bottle of red wine.
"You took in my brother and me, and I haven't thanked you yet. Just take this opportunity, let's have a drink," Wanda relaxed and sat opposite Mike, her smile becoming serene.
She was like a happy housewife.
Her temperament had changed greatly, but that unique charm on her remained.
Or rather, it became even more alluring.
"Then let's have a drink," Mike nodded knowingly, accepting all comers.
As more and more empty wine bottles accumulated on the floor, Mike inevitably had a hint of alcohol on him, and his eyes were a little blurry.
As the saying goes: wine doesn't intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves.
Looking at Wanda opposite him, her face flushed, her beautiful eyes stared at Mike as if they were drawing him in.
Her cool long dress could no longer conceal her allure.
Soon after, fueled by the alcohol, the girl slowly walked towards Mike.
The dining table in front of them, the carpet on the floor, and the surrounding furniture all seemed to soften at this moment.
Emitting a faint scarlet glow... At the same time, far away in Norway, the All-Father Odin, as if with a premonition, welcomed his eldest daughter, Hela.
She was also the "enemy" he least wanted to see.
"Hela, why have you come? You're not welcome here!!!" Thor held Mjolnir, blocking his father.
As the greatest contributor who once helped the Asgardian gods conquer the Nine Realms, Hela should have enjoyed the reverence of the Asgardian gods.
However, due to Odin's suspicion, she was sealed in the realm of darkness for thousands of years.
Resentment, anger, humiliation... and thousands of years of loneliness.
She had every reason to seek revenge on Odin, who had abandoned her.
But from Thor's perspective, while his elder sister's plight was sympathetic.
Having received his father's love and upbringing, he also didn't want to see a scene of kin fighting kin.
Therefore, he could only stand opposite his elder sister, Hela.
"My foolish brother, you should know the purpose of my coming here. If you know what's good for you, get out of the way quickly!" Hela, filled with endless rage, had a fierce fire of revenge burning in her cold eyes.
Enough to make anyone who saw it shy away.
Loki, for example, was cowering to the side, already planning his escape route.
"You won't harm Father!" Thor was equally nervous.
But he still stood firm.
Mjolnir in his hand was already enveloped in lightning, ready to strike at any moment.
"Heh, God of Hammers. It seems you're in for some trouble!" Hela erupted with a large amount of black demonic energy, about to make her move.
"Thor, let her come. I'm not so old that I need your protection." Just then, Odin, sitting behind him, suddenly spoke, calling out to Thor.
Months had passed, and the power of Norway, the birthplace of the gods, was constantly repairing Odin's body.
But the All-Father's condition still looked very poor...