I Only Made a Slight Move

New York was dry and rainless in October.

The sky was as clear as ever.

Leon was, as always, cultivating on the open-air balcony.

Using the Time and Space Stones as mediums, he wandered through the ocean of cosmic laws, every cell in his body rejoicing beneath the sunlight.

Suddenly, he sensed something. He stopped cultivating and opened his eyes.

A streak of light flew over from Manhattan, halting outside the balcony railing in an instant and revealing the figure within its glow.

The newcomer's blond hair floated weightlessly, like a jellyfish drifting in the sea, and her square face looked very familiar.

Wasn't this Carol, mockingly called Captain Aunt Marvel?

Leon recognized her at a glance.

He was not particularly surprised. The Skrulls had all been driven off Earth; it would have been stranger if Captain Marvel had not returned.

In his impression, Captain Marvel resembled a certain group of environmentalists around the world.

They had not even sorted out the problems in their own homes.

Yet they were already busy interfering elsewhere.

And much of the time, they did not interfere for the better.

With the Skrulls now homeless, she would definitely stick her nose into it.

Carol might have been a superhero active across the universe.

But among other civilizations, her reputation could only be described as mixed.

She had helped many people, but the disastrous consequences caused under the banner of aid were also numerous.

For example.

The Kree Empire, one of the three great empires.

After Captain Marvel destroyed the Supreme Intelligence that governed the nation, under the pretext of liberating the Kree on Hala.

The Kree Empire fell into civil war.

This once-glorious empire had now declined as a result.

Its people suffered terribly.

Even the sun shining upon their homeworld had gone out.