In Marvel: Do You Really Think Being the Sorcerer Supreme Is Hard?

Ebony Maw raised a hand as he spoke, drawing something that looked like a reflection in a mirror before Thanos. "My master, please take a look."

Thanos frowned.

A mirror?

Thanos rarely looked in mirrors.

He considered it a waste of time, though he had no idea why Ebony Maw had brought this mirror over.

But seeing the strange look in his subordinate's eyes,

Thanos decided to take a look anyway.

It would have been better if he hadn't. The moment he did, Thanos was completely dumbfounded.

"Ah!"

Apparently startled by himself, Thanos let out a shriek, his mouth forming a perfect O.

Ben himself, Thanos's chin had already become pointed.

Now that he was shocked, it became even sharper.

His entire face had turned into the face of the Snake Demon.

At that moment, Thanos was somewhat stunned. Looking at himself in the mirror, he seemed unable to process it before immediately roaring, "Damn it, who's this sissy?!"

"Oh, my God... Master, that's really hard on the eyes." Just then, a voice suddenly rang out within the warship.

The voice made Thanos and the Black Order turn to look.

Though the Black Order might not have recognized the two people,

Thanos recognized one of them at once.

That yellow monk's robe, that iconic bald head—wasn't that the Ancient One of Kamar-Taj?!

"Oh, shit! Damn it!" Upon seeing the Ancient One, Thanos cursed.

Seeing his own face,

Thanos immediately turned his body away.

Though Thanos was somewhat afraid of the Ancient One, he had always believed their statuses were more or less equal.

And someone as proud and arrogant as Thanos could never show that he was deeply afraid of the Ancient One.

So Thanos was even less willing to let the Ancient One see him in this ridiculous sissy