In the real world, Vladivostok, Natasha Cioara suddenly sensed an inexplicable malice. She had the distinct feeling that both the island that had been blown up and the words spoken by the Herrscher of Thunder were directed at her.
As a mercenary from Ursus, Natasha had not betrayed her country like the Marvel agent who also happened to be named Natasha.
Still, Ursus's shitty environment and her experiences growing up had forced Natasha Cioara onto a "good life" of licking blood from the edge of a blade.
She took jobs from major organizations, but only accepted contract work and never joined any organization—there was no other reason than that mercenary work paid more. Joining those official organizations came with plenty of benefits, but the money that actually reached her hands was not the most.
After all, Natasha's greatest dream was to own a private island, build a vacation villa on it, and then retire straight away to happily enjoy her retirement on the island.
If possible, she also wanted to adopt some children and become a happy "Mama Natasha."
Well, although she was only a mature twenty-seven-year-old woman, it was still a little early to be thinking about such things.
But mercenary work was a short-lived profession to begin with. Twenty-seven was not particularly young, so it was perfectly normal for Natasha to think about retirement.
And the island shown in the Light Screen was exactly the kind of villa island Natasha dreamed of. Yet the Herrscher of the Void had blown it up, instantly giving her a severe case of phantom limb pain.
Then, what the Herrscher of Thunder said made Natasha feel as if the other party was taking a jab at her, intensifying her irritation even further.
She was so damn mad!
Why was this happening? She