"Nick said aliens were about to invade Earth. Aren't you going to snap your fingers or something?" In the villa, Natasha hugged Ling Yi's arm, nestling against his shoulder like a lazy little cat as she asked in a languid voice.
The two had gotten a taste and craved more lately, spending every day lost in each other, completely deaf to anything happening outside.
Even Ling Yi felt that days like these were just too fucking wonderful.
This was the life a transmigrator with cheats should have.
"Someone will step in. There's no need to worry about something this minor."
"Ancient One?"
"No, who knows where Ancient One has gone sightseeing? Besides, there's no need for her to act."
"Ah, so there are other powerful people in this world?"
"You'll find out when the time comes."
In fact, by now, the plot of Avengers 1 had gone completely off the rails.
For example, Loki had only controlled Dr. Erik, failing to control Barton and nearly having the Mind Scepter snatched away by him instead.
For example, although the Avengers had far fewer members than in the original plot, with no Hulk or Black Widow, Barton and Nick had already become powerhouses comparable to Hulk. With the backup Ling Yi had left behind... Doctor Strange, Strange, they were stronger than in the original plot.
And going forward, the plot would probably veer even further off course. Without Hydra, Witch Wanda might never appear, and even Ultron might never appear. After all, Nick would most likely put the Mind Scepter away, and Tony Stark might not even get a chance to see it.
At this point, this world's plot progress had long since passed 50%, and Ling Yi could leave this world whenever he wanted.
What worried him more was whether he could take Black Widow with him.
Ling Yi currently could not use the Passive Transmigration Aura to bring anyone into other worlds, so he planned to try smuggling her across. He would have Black Widow enter the dimensional world he had created, then transmigrate with that dimensional world, effectively "smuggling" her along.
The moment the spatial wormhole appeared above Great Pretty City also meant it was time for Ling Yi to leave this world.
If one asked what Ling Yi's greatest gain in this world was, it was naturally Black Widow. Apart from her, it was his analysis of Kamar-Taj's magic.
Although Ling Yi had always rejected Kamar-Taj's magic as heresy, it was not without merits. At the very least, its use of space and souls had already reached the pinnacle.
Though Ling Yi's Yang Soul was powerful, he had few methods for using souls, and Kamar-Taj's magic made up for that shortcoming.
Of course, none of this mattered to Ling Yi now.
He was already walking the road to invincibility. Thanks to his passive auras, Ling Yi kept leveling up and advancing even if he did nothing. Compared to other protagonists, he had things quite comfortable.
There was no mastermind behind the scenes stirring up trouble, no system missions making him run around pointlessly, and certainly no so-called Heavenly Dao or protagonists blessed with fortune treating him as an enemy.
All he had to do was have fun.
At this moment, Great Pretty City had descended into chaos. The Chitauri army poured out of the spatial wormhole like locusts, wreaking havoc throughout the city.
Having never experienced an alien war, S.H.I.E.L.D. was caught off guard at first.
But soon, as heroes appeared one after another, the Chitauri invasion was dealt a head-on blow.
Barton's arrows rained madly into the sky like a raging tempest. Dozens of explosive arrows every second-tell me that wasn't scary.
Ever since Barton had eaten a "steamed bun" and leveled up, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s modifications for Agent Barton had focused even more heavily on the "quantity" of his arrows.
At this moment, Barton wore a massive metal backpack that was nearly twice his height, holding tens of thousands of arrows.
Moreover, the logistics department was still delivering a steady stream of arrows to him.
Barton had practically become an extremely efficient artillery emplacement, holding back most of the Chitauri soldiers all by himself.
Fast shots, long range, ample power, and explosive effects to boot-Hawkeye Barton was destined to shine in this battle.
Elsewhere, our very own Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. who rarely went to the front lines in the Marvel storylines, was darting through the Chitauri army with a battle saber forged from Vibranium, specifically attacking the Chitauri grunts on the ground.
As for Captain America, he continued serving as their captain, reporting on the battlefield while swiftly analyzing the situation and promptly issuing appropriate orders.
As for Thor, God of Thunder, he was locked in a love-hate battle with Second Princess Loki. He hammered her face, she stabbed his kidney, and they fought with great gusto.
Iron Man, originally Marvel's center-stage star, had instead become a one-man rescue unit, focusing on saving trapped humans. After all, his meager combat strength was utterly inadequate compared to the upgraded Barton and Nick.
Human strength had its limits, however. As time passed and their stamina declined, Barton and Nick's attacks eventually slowed, and gaps appeared in their defenses.
Especially when large numbers of Chitauri flying-fish troop transports appeared, Barton and Nick immediately felt the pressure mount.
"Nick, we need to find a way to close the Teleport Gate. Maybe we need a key." Steve's voice sounded in Nick's ear.
Nick Fury suddenly thought of Loki's scepter and immediately shouted, "Thor, make sure you get Loki's scepter. That might be the key."
"Loki tricked me with magic and escaped. I'm looking for him."
Nick cursed inwardly. What a fucking useless idiot. A fucking prince of Asgard? My ass.
"He won't leave this city. He needs to command these invaders. Think about Loki's usual habits. As the person who knows him best, you must have a way to find him."
"I will!" Thor felt rather helpless. He felt he seemed to have underestimated the people of Midgard far too much. Both Hawkeye Barton and Director Nick, whom he had always looked down on, actually possessed such terrifying strength. Even he no longer dared claim he could take those two head-on.
Just then, an incomparably huge golden magic circle suddenly began taking shape slowly above Great Pretty City. At some unknown point, a long-faced man in robes had appeared in the air.
"Who's that?" Steve asked.
"He doesn't look like an enemy. He seems to be doing something incredible," Barton replied.
"Is this magic? Could he be a mage from Kamar-Taj?" Nick immediately recalled what Black Widow had once told him about Ancient One and Kamar-Taj.
"I am Steve Strange, a disciple of Master Ling Yi. Today, in Earth's name, I issue this warning to everyone in the universe: whoever covets Earth shall be destroyed!"
That was right. This guy was Strange, and he had come to show off.
As Strange's words fell, the golden magic circle in the sky suddenly blazed with intense golden light. In an instant, every Chitauri soldier, whether in the air or on the ground, was enveloped by that terrifying golden radiance...
Then they were vaporized outright.
This was a forbidden light spell: Light Domain.
Strange finished clearing out the troops in an instant. Then his body abruptly grew larger, and with his right hand holding up the enormous golden magic circle, he shoved it straight against the Teleport Gate.
"Light Domain, annihilate!"
Terrifying, surging golden radiance poured through the Teleport Gate like a massive pillar of light, plunging straight into the Chitauri army on the other side.
After a few sweeps up, down, left, and right, the Chitauri army... perished.
Then, inexplicably, the Teleport Gate suddenly closed.
"Thor, did you close the Teleport Gate?" Nick asked.
"No, I didn't do anything. The Tesseract suddenly disappeared," Thor said anxiously. He had been counting on taking the Tesseract back to repair Asgard's Rainbow Bridge.
Nick thought, Could that brat Ling Yi have taken the Tesseract?
They had tried every means available and still failed to close the Teleport Gate... but if there was anyone in this world who could do it easily, Ling Yi was the first person Nick thought of.
And that was indeed the case. Ling Yi had not only taken the Tesseract containing the Space Stone, but had also swiped Loki's scepter.
Ling Yi tossed the Tesseract and scepter into his alternate-dimensional world, clapped his hands, and said to Ancient One, "Sis, I'm leaving."
"Will you come back?" Ancient One was reluctant to part with him too. Although they had not spent much time together, Ling Yi had helped her resolve practically every life-threatening problem. Now, she was truly living for herself.
Ancient One greatly enjoyed these carefree days without pressure or any need to worry about dimensional invasions, and Ling Yi had made all of this possible for her.
Although Ancient One had initially been full of wariness toward Ling Yi, as she came to understand him, she had thoroughly come to regard this absurdly powerful young man, who could nevertheless stay true to himself, as a younger brother.
"I will."
Marvel was different from the Smiling, Proud Wanderer and Xia Luo worlds. The Marvel world was of a higher level, so even after Ling Yi left, time in this world would not freeze.
Who knew what this world would be like when he returned?
However, Ling Yi had already left Ancient One plenty of good things. If nothing else, living for several thousand or even ten thousand years should still be possible.
"Take good care of Natasha. She's a good girl."
"I will. I'm off. Goodbyes really are just too annoying."
Ling Yi could not stand this feeling most of all, so he simply waved to Ancient One and disappeared from this world.
Yet Black Widow, who had been inside Ling Yi's alternate-dimensional world waiting to be smuggled away by him, appeared beside Ancient One with a bewildered expression.
"Looks like that brat failed," Ancient One said.
Black Widow immediately became dejected, and even her eyes reddened.
"Don't worry. You should believe in him. He'll definitely find a way to come back. All we need to do is stay alive, wait for him to return, and then give him a good pounding."