From Quantitative Change to Qualitative Change (A Ten-Thousand-Word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Without a doubt, for the Avengers, this trip to Baator had been nothing short of a nightmare.

Their inadequate preparations and lack of understanding regarding the abilities, talents, and magical systems of the various races had left them completely unable to adapt to this complex, ever-changing, perilous environment riddled with deceptive traps.

Captain America was a prime example. He had ended up wearing a Mind Flayer Enslavement Collar because he lacked even the most basic vigilance. A Doppelganger disguised as a beautiful, delicate Elf girl had deceived him, and he had allowed her to place a "wreath" around his neck.

There was no need to ask what had been hidden inside that "wreath."

It was the infamous Enslavement Collar.

Not only had he failed to notice anything wrong, even Black Widow, the most vigilant member of the team, had sensed nothing unusual until the collar completely fused with his flesh and Steve Rogers left the group for a strip club.

There were many similar deceptions and traps throughout the enormous Cyberpunk City.

The moment one left the Safe Zone, it would not take long before they began encountering them one after another, impossible to guard against.

Even worse, methods for reading memories and thoughts were everywhere in an environment filled with Arcane Magic, Divine Magic, Psionic Ability, innate talents, and Spell-like Ability.

That meant that by the time those "hunters" decided to make their move, they often already knew their target "prey" very well and understood exactly how to win their trust.

Without the appropriate resistance, immunity, and magical equipment, it was basically like running naked through the streets with one's ass hanging out.

Especially for those who spent long periods in Black Street and other gray areas, anyone with money would find a way to buy a necklace, amulet,