Was this man's illusion magic really that powerful? Just meeting his eyes had trapped me in a hallucination for dozens of hours, while only a few seconds had passed in reality.
And that was with Mysterio having no intention of killing him. He had only wanted to give him a scare.
Had he intended to kill, no one could have endured those dozens of hours of torment.
The brief incident lasted a few minutes before Mercer opened his eyes, his expression somewhat grave.
"Get ready, everyone. This next battle may be the toughest one you've ever faced," Mercer said.
Had anyone else said that, the Avengers might have relaxed, assuming the speaker was simply too nervous.
But those words had come from Mercer. The man beside him alone could easily trap people in illusions. Just how powerful must Mercer himself have been?
They hardly dared imagine how much truth there was in his warning. All they could do was nod solemnly.
"Ahem, I'm not trying to run away. I just want to ask, couldn't you handle this yourself? Why do we have to go with you?"
Hawkeye asked, then added, "You're all so powerful."
Mercer said, "Earth will definitely face more powerful enemies in the future. I can't follow you around like a babysitter, doing everything for you.
Sometimes, I might not even be in this world. All I ask of my friends is that they keep themselves safe, so you'll have to handle these missions yourselves, unless things really reach the point where I need to step in."
Mercer had no intention of becoming Earth's savior. He wanted to grow stronger and roam the universe.
After all, there were plenty of powerful beings in this universe and others. Mercer wasn't going to stay on Earth playing at these little