Training, rest, training, rest...
Over the next two weeks, Wanda and Quicksilver thoroughly witnessed Allen's other side—or rather, the demon he usually kept buried deep within.
With the mindset of training them to death as long as they did not actually die, the twins finally learned what it meant to be better off dead, what it meant to hover at death's doorstep.
As a spellcaster, Wanda suffered nosebleeds several times from excessive exhaustion, while Quicksilver's leg tendons tore and snapped repeatedly.
But before Holy Light energy and other healing methods, such terrifying injuries were practically no different from scrapes and bruises.
The only issue was that they had to endure all the pain before being treated.
But once the training ended, the results were equally obvious.
Quicksilver's speed had increased to more than triple what it had been before, and his tendency to run out of stamina had also been resolved.
Now, he could even run around Earth twice in one go without getting tired.
On the other side, Scarlet Witch Wanda could already barely tip Chaos Magic's interference with reality in a direction favorable to herself.
If necessary, she could even instantly disintegrate every bit of matter within several hundred meters around her.
Of course, none of that was the most important part.
Most importantly, Tony Stark had finally finished learning all of Sky City's accumulated knowledge and begun creating the perfect artificial intelligence of his dreams.
This time, what he intended to create would no longer be something limited to a certain scope like Ultron or the Supreme Intelligence, but a special life-form capable of perceiving and controlling the entire universe.
Or, to put it another way, he was going to create a "god."
To personally create a god from nothing with a mortal mind and body was