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"Can't even beat a weakling like that? Looks like Thanos doesn't think much of you. That lousy spear in your hand could be forged by a three-year-old in the Titan race. You're just pathetic..." Daisy's voice continued to echo in Proxima Midnight's ears.

The weapon Thanos had forged himself definitely was not that worthless, but it was not particularly powerful either. At the very least, it could not compare to Asgardian craftsmanship.

He was good at farming, but forging? Thanos was absolutely hopeless.

"Stop gloating. Either release your control over me, or give me a hand!" Being controlled by the Mind Scepter was like Hawkeye in the original timeline or Crossbones in this timeline. Nothing else was affected—her way of thinking, skills, and methods of doing things were all the same as usual. Only her fundamental stance had been twisted. Proxima Midnight was currently in that state.

Daisy was in no rush. "Don't worry. I need to synchronize with your frequency first, then develop your potential. Honestly, among these four, your potential is second only to Ebony Maw's."

She was not making that up. That old dog Ebony Maw had atrocious character, but his potential was tremendous. If he had a proper path for development, his current strength would not be inferior to Thanos or Daisy.

The power to make words become reality was terrifying. Unfortunately, Director Daisy had no interest in either his character or his looks.

Proxima Midnight looked like a ghost, but her foundation was actually quite good. If she washed off all that messy stuff on her face, she could be considered a beauty.

Before Proxima Midnight could refuse, she felt an overwhelming force take control of her body. The bioenergy within her was rapidly converted into pure energy. She raised her left hand toward Ebony