If Lake treated his choice by smashing through it, then Natasha's approach was to let go.
It was very simple.
This was not Natasha's world. Even though Natasha had been born here, just like Lake, she still felt no sense of belonging toward this place.
If there was any, then there was one.
The White Widow, Yelena.
If possible, Natasha thought, after finishing this matter, she would take Yelena back to the main universe. After all, to be frank, the universe here was far too chaotic.
But compared to chaos, probably no one could match Lake's current confusion.
New York's Bleecker Street.
When Lake landed on the ground, his expression was calm, but inside, he was not as composed as he appeared on the surface.
After all...
Black Widow is my daughter?
For a moment, Lake even suspected that Odin's four years of inflated power had been spent specifically on this matter. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why Lake had known nothing about it before.
Of course.
There was actually another explanation. But compared to that one, Lake preferred to believe Odin had been causing trouble. Otherwise, he would have no one to blame and could only stew in his own anger, right?
Boom!
Lake entered the New York Sanctum directly.
The next second.
The people in the New York Sanctum came rushing out in a swarm.
"Stop."
"Who are you?"
"You're not—"
"Stand down!"
Before the sorcerers of the New York Sanctum could finish their opening lines, a portal flashed into existence. Immediately afterward, Master Gu Yi, dressed in a yellow robe, stepped out of it.
Casillas of this universe frowned. "Teacher."
Gu Yi looked at Lake, who stood with his hands behind his back, and smiled faintly. Then she said to Casillas, who had not yet