(Pre-reading note to prevent readers from asking: Huh? Did I travel through time? Where's the Dream Queen? Where's the little Nightmare Beast? etc. I'm clarifying beforehand that they've been pruned by the TVA. This is now the Sacred Timeline. If you feel like the plot suddenly jumped, please re-read from Chapter 44 or 45 for a more interesting new plotline. The main text follows—)
Quanxi ignored Reze's sudden bristling. She just stared into the darkness and spoke in Chinese, as if talking to herself, though she was actually speaking directly to Su Modie through Reze: "Hey, Miss Su Modie."
"Can I be summoned by you as an avatar, just like this Bomb?"
Quanxi sighed, her voice carrying a deep sense of exhaustion: "I'm already tired of that rotten original World."
"If possible... could you bring them along too?"
The "them" Quanxi referred to were, naturally, her four Fiend girlfriends.
Quanxi and her four girlfriends
Yes, four.
It has to be said, Chinese lesbians are truly a formidable species.
While others struggle to the death with just one partner, she managed to have four girlfriends at once—all of them terrifyingly powerful Fiends—and kept them living and fighting together in harmony... ahem... She could be called a true winner in life. But in the original plot, her ending was terrible... her girlfriends would be killed off, two by Makima and two by the Darkness Devil.
If she could come here, perhaps... it would be a truly good destination.
Meanwhile, in the Queens apartment.
Su Modie, hearing these words through shared vision, had eyes that lit up like hundred-watt light bulbs.
"Oh, hey!!"
Su Modie slapped her thigh.
"If I could pull Quanxi's avatar and get rid of that one-hour limit, wouldn't that be amazing?!"
It wasn't just because Quanxi was strong—though she certainly was—but more importantly... it was Quanxi!
Beautiful, cool, and comes with her own harem!
If she were summoned over, wouldn't the house be much livelier in the future?
Especially Quanxi's four Fiend girlfriends; not only are they all cute, but they're also very strong!
They're all so cute
Then again, if I really can pull her...
Can I get a minor's refund for the 5,000 simulation value I just spent summoning her?
Probably... right?
However, thinking about it calmly.
The good news is that Quanxi is, after all, a mercenary assassin. Although her character is quite good and she is very loyal to her lovers, her style of action and methods should definitely fall into the 'villainess' category.
After all, even little girls like Lux and Perona count.
As for the bad news... "Well..."
Reze shrugged, speaking on Su Modie's behalf to break Quanxi's fantasy: "This thing is random."
"It depends on luck. Maybe the next pull will be you, or maybe it'll be something weird."
"And..."
Reze glanced at the bloody scene around them and said meaningfully, "This World isn't as safe as you think."
Quanxi nodded, not appearing particularly disappointed.
She was long used to waiting.
"True." Quanxi glanced at the time. She still had plenty of her one-hour limit in the Marvel Universe, but it was about dinner time.
"The job is done. I'll leave that trash for you to handle."
Quanxi waved her hand with her back to Reze, her silhouette looking both free-spirited and lonely: "I'm going back to eat."
With that, her body turned into countless points of light, gradually dissipating into the air.
[Summon Ended]
[Quanxi (Crossbow Devil) has entered cooldown. Remaining: 23 hours 59 minutes.]
Quanxi's avatar in the 'warehouse' turned black and white.
[The Scavenger's Mercy]:
No torture, no nonsense—a literal "Devil" hunting "humans." Using only cold weapon techniques, a team of fully armed thugs was wiped out in three minutes. An efficient slaughter bordering on art.
[villainess value +75, simulation value +180]
At the same time.
In an abandoned industrial zone several kilometers away from the Fisk Tower.
A black bulletproof sedan was hidden in the shadows of a street corner.
Fisk and Wesley sat inside with the windows tightly closed, but even so, the commotion coming from the warehouse in those few short minutes made their hearts skip a beat.
There were only a few scattered gunshots at the beginning, followed by nothing but dense cutting sounds and screams of lives being forcibly extinguished.
Buzz—
The sound of a vibrating phone was particularly piercing in the dead silence of the car.
Wesley glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered: "Miss Makima."
"On the Russians' side, it's over."
On the other end of the line, Makima's voice was gentle with a hint of nonchalance.
One couldn't tell at all that she had just orchestrated a brutal massacre.
"As for the remaining territorial integration and how to take over their business and goods... that's your business. Keep it clean, understood?"
"Yes, by your will."
Wesley bowed his head deeply.
After hanging up, Wesley turned to look at Fisk.
Even in the dark, Fisk could see the fanatical admiration in Wesley's eyes.
"Mr. Fisk, Miss Makima says... it's over."
"It's over?"
Fisk's massive frame shuddered slightly as he glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.
From the moment the first scream rang out to the time the call came in...
Only three minutes had passed.
Fisk pushed open the car door, grabbed his cane, and said hoarsely, "Let's go."
The two walked one after the other toward the silent warehouse.
The warehouse door was slightly ajar, a nauseating smell of blood wafting through the gap.
Fisk reached out with his leather-gloved hand and pushed open the heavy iron door.
Creak—
When the scene behind the door was fully revealed to them, even Fisk, who was used to cruel methods, had his pupils contract to the size of pinpricks.
Severed limbs and broken arms were everywhere.
The cuts were incredibly smooth; even Anatoly, the most arrogant one, had been sliced neatly before he could even draw his gun.
In the center of the warehouse, in a clearing surrounded by a mountain of corpses...
Dozens of surviving Russian Gang members were currently kneeling in pools of blood. No one had severed their hamstrings, and there were no ropes binding them, yet they just knelt there with their heads buried in the ground, not even daring to look up when they heard footsteps.
Even though that white-haired God of Death had already left, the fear branded into the depths of their souls was enough to strip them of all courage. They only dared to kneel on the ground as if worshipping this sea of blood and mountain of corpses... and its perpetrator.
The warehouse was terrifyingly quiet, so quiet that Fisk could clearly hear the sound of his own swallowing.
"This..." Fisk felt his throat go dry, his fingers gripping the cane turning white from excessive force.
The scene before him was bloody, cruel, and eerie, yet it radiated an indescribable religious atmosphere.
He turned to look at Wesley, only to find that there was no fear on Wesley's face; instead, it was filled with deep awe.
"Mr. Fisk, this is Miss Makima's... true power."
Fisk remained silent for a long time.
The humiliation of being controlled was, at this moment, replaced by something called 'ambition.'
If this power could be used by him... or rather, if he could be used by this power... Fisk stepped over the body parts on the floor, his leather shoes making a squelching sound on the viscous blood.
He walked up to the kneeling survivors, his mountain-like body casting a massive shadow.
At this moment, the Russian Gang completely became history, and the new empire belonging to Fisk and the woman behind the scenes, Miss Makima...
On this bloody night, officially began.
The Empire of the Big Stomach
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