Pain!
Excruciating pain!
It was a horrifying sensation that made him want to split open his own skull and scoop out everything inside just to escape the agony.
Kraft stood to one side like a ghost, watching helplessly as the little boy strapped to the operating table screamed without a sound. The pain was so intense that he no longer had the strength to make a noise.
Although Kraft wasn't the one suffering now, he somehow felt every bit of it.
Everything before him closely resembled the dreams Kraft had experienced before. Only this time, the protagonist wasn't someone else. It was Kraft himself-or rather, the little boy named Edward Wang.
This was an illusion created by Wanda Maximoff, taking Kraft back to the childhood memories he had long since forgotten.
Instinctively rubbing his head, which throbbed with a faint phantom pain, Kraft curled his lip. "I don't know whether to hate her or thank her..."
Watching the Magia Gang's researchers toss his unconscious younger self into a cramped cage like a sack of rags, Kraft gritted his teeth in hatred. He swung a fist at one of them to vent his anger, only to shatter the scene before him like glass. Then...
The scene started over from the beginning of the experiment, making Kraft endure the phantom pain all over again.
"Fuck!"
The Scarlet Witch's illusions weren't user-friendly at all. The experience was nowhere near as good as his dreams!
Wait, who was the Scarlet Witch?
Kraft rubbed his forehead, and the image of the young woman who wielded red energy surfaced in his mind...
No, no, that's Elizabeth Olsen. She doesn't quite look like the woman I saw earlier.
Wait another second! Who's Elizabeth Olsen?
Kraft's mind was a complete mess.
Then, hesitantly, he raised his fist and