Valentina Delivered to His Door

Leon had named her, and All-Black the Necrosword naturally had no objections—nor did she dare to.

It was just that, over the past month, Leon had kept finding new ways to treat her like some galgame heroine, leaving her utterly speechless.

Black Princess: My dear master, can you show a little ambition? What kind of supreme powerhouse wastes his days as absurdly as you do?

Day after day, it simply never ended.

However, Black Princess's tiny reservations were utterly useless before Leon's tyranny. They only made him even more excited.

After devouring the Shadow Realm, Leon had not become so arrogant as to immediately make a move against the Marvel Universe. He still needed some time to consolidate his strength before swallowing the entire Marvel Universe in one bite.

If he acted rashly, he might be ganged up on by a group of gods at the omniversal level or even beyond it. While Leon, with Absolute Defense, could not possibly be beaten to death, it would still be far from pleasant.

After all, he only enjoyed one-sided battles.

It had always been Leon crushing others, never others crushing Leon.

The thought that he was invincible, yet not completely invincible, made Leon, who wanted to truly stop eating beef, feel somewhat anxious.

But when he remembered that Sentry, whose hidden identity was the God of the Old Testament, was still waiting for him to check in, Leon's mood brightened again.

After having Black Princess deal with the desire that had just risen in him, Leon carried the now-restored All-Black the Necrosword—Black Princess, stuffed full—and flashed back to his office in Stark Tower.

Leaning back in his office chair with his legs crossed, Leon laid All-Black the Necrosword's jade-like body across the desk and ran a finger from the base of the