Gwenpool did not check her own condition, nor did she search for the twin swords that were missing from her waist.
With a sudden burst of strength from his legs, he sprang up from the metal floor.
He slammed both hands heavily against the transparent bulkhead.
Bang! Bang!
A dull thud echoed within the sealed energy chamber.
"Hey! Let me out!"
Gwenpool shouted at the top of her lungs.
He scratched hard on the bulkhead with his five fingers, leaving white marks.
"You bunch of puppets from the story dare to imprison me? Release me right now!"
As she shouted, she raised her foot and slammed her combat boot heavily against the hatch.
The metal door frame trembled slightly.
"If you lock me up here, the whole storyline will fall apart!"
Thor turned around.
He had one hand in his pocket and the other hanging naturally at his sides, calmly watching the people inside the cabin.
Gwenpool Thor but ignored her.
He subconsciously raised his right hand and forcefully slashed it in the air.
She tried to pull out the frame of the storyboard that only she could see.
Fingertips brushing through the air.
Nothing happened.
Normally, easily manipulated elements like visuals, white space, and transition mechanisms are all rendered ineffective at this moment.
An invisible, hard barrier stood in front of her fingertips.
It completely severed her connection with the narrative level.
Gwenpool abruptly withdrew her hand.
The fingernails scratched against the bulkhead, making a harsh scraping sound.
"What the hell?!"
She raised her voice again, slammed her hands against the cabin wall again, and stared intently at Thor.
"You tampered with my abilities? Thor! It was you who did it, wasn't it?"
Thor crossed his arms and watched silently as she went mad.
"Quickly remove these broken restrictions!"
Gwenpool pointed at Thor's nose.
"Or I'll make Wade kiss you! I swear, I mean it! That pervert is absolutely capable of doing it!"
Thor lowered his arms, and a blue lightning bolt lit up in his right palm.
The simplest way to deal with such disobedient prisoners is to use electric shocks.
He took a step forward.
Lightning crackled and popped between my fingers.
Suddenly, the woman's past flashed through his mind, and he thought of an even more amusing idea: wasn't she the one who hated being arranged to do things?
Then I'll arrange everything for her every day.
Thor closed his fingers, extinguishing the lightning.
He walked to the isolation ward.
Looking down at Gwenpool from above, through the transparent bulkhead.
He let out a sinister laugh.
Gwen Stacy Poole.
Thor spoke, uttering the other person's real name.
"Who do you think you are, daring to threaten me?"
Gwenpool paused for a moment, her hands still pressed against the bulkhead.
"Don't you hate being told what to do?"
Thor looked her up and down in her tight-fitting, purplish-black battle suit.
"What I hate most is being treated like a toy by screenwriters and manipulated at will?"
Gwenpool took a half step back.
What do you want to do?
"From today onwards, you are a doll."
Thor delivered his verdict.
I'll give you a different outfit every day, and you won't wear the same one twice.
Valeria's eyes lit up.
She sped over on her hoverboard, gripping the edge of the control panel with both hands.
"Really?"
Valeria looked up at Thor.
"Could you give me a change too? I've been wearing this protective suit for several days, and it's really stuffy."
"Cough cough..."
Reed stood a short distance away and coughed heavily twice.
He adjusted his tactical glasses, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Thor and his daughter.
This method of punishment is clearly inappropriate for a minor girl.
Thor reached out his hand.
He slammed his hand on Valeria's helmet and pushed her aside.
"Go away, you brat, what are you doing getting involved?"
Valeria pursed her lips.
Jump off the hoverboard.
You probably don't know what kinds of women's clothing there are, do you?
She walked around Thor and stood directly in front of the isolation chamber.
"How about I help you change this guy's clothes?"
Thor stopped moving.
The little girl is right.
He really didn't know much about women's clothing styles.
"Whatever."
Thor stepped back half a step, making room for him.
Valeria crossed her arms over her chest.
Through the transparent glass, he scanned Gwenpool from head to toe.
He is about 1.62 meters tall, with a small frame, but his muscle definition is fairly even.
Valeria stroked her chin and gave a professional assessment.
"This dark purple bodysuit is so tacky; it doesn't highlight her figure at all."
Gwenpool and stomped her feet inside the cabin.
"Little brat! Who are you calling unfashionable? This is my carefully designed battle suit!"
Valeria completely ignored her protests.
She raised her personal terminal on her left wrist.
A virtual light screen is projected.
Various 3D models of clothing scrolled rapidly on the light screen.
Valeria's fingers moved incessantly across the light screen.
A series of holographic costumes rapidly switched around Gwenpool's body.
"This nurse's uniform is too ordinary."
Valeria shook her head.
"This tight leather outfit is too similar to her usual style."
A set of fluffy animal pajamas popped up on the screen.
"A bunny costume? No, that's not impactful enough."
Her eyes settled on a categorized folder.
The folder is named "Old-school Manga Magical Girl Series".
Valeria opened the folder.
"Since it's a doll, it should look like a doll."
Valeria's fingers slid rapidly across the light screen.
"Lolita style? No way, too cumbersome. Maid outfit? A bit tacky."
Her finger stopped on a pink and white model.
"This is it."
Valeria pushed the light screen toward Thor.
"The Magical Girl Starlight Set, complete with lace trim and a bow, perfectly matches the doll's design."
Thor glanced at the model on the light screen.
A pink tutu, white stockings, and two exaggerated ribbons at the back.
That's really disgusting.
"Do it this way."
Thor raised his right hand.
An invisible ripple spread from his fingertips.
This is not a distortion of the Law of Reality, but the advent of the Law of Narrative.
The Law of Reality tend to favor modifying the physics engine, creating something from nothing, and constructing things.
Law of Narrative, on the other hand, tend to rewrite character traits and trigger specific events.
They share the same origin but differ in nature.
Moreover, Thor possesses the complete Law of Creation.
They were already adept at using these two forces.
Inside the isolation chamber.
The purple-black battle armor on Gwenpool's body vanished instantly.
The pink and white magical girl starlight outfit was directly covering her body.
There was no transition whatsoever.
The outfit change was completed directly in the next frame.
Even the mask on her head was replaced with a huge pink bow.
Reed walked to the control panel.
He pulled up the energy monitoring data from the isolation chamber, and the values on the screen remained unchanged.
There is no indication of any energy output.
But Gwenpool's clothes had indeed changed.
Reed placed his hands on the control panel.
Ten fingers tapped on the metal surface.
This phenomenon, which disregards the law of conservation of energy, completely shattered the physical model he had established.
How exactly did Thor manage to do that?
Reed looked up, his gaze lingering on Thor's retreating figure.
This Thor is reshaping the rules of the entire multiverse in a way that he cannot comprehend.
Gwenpool frozen in place.
She lowered her head.
My gaze fell on the pink tutu.
He slowly raised his hands and touched the huge bow on his head.
There was a full three-second pause.
"Aaaaaaah!"
The piercing scream penetrated the soundproofing layer of the isolation chamber.
Gwenpool grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and tore it outwards with force.
"Take it off! Take it off!"
The fabric made a tearing sound.
But no matter how hard she tried, the clothes clung perfectly to her movements.
Even if a hole is torn in the frame, it will instantly recover in the next frame due to the mandatory setting of the Law of Narrative.
This clothing is written into the character's design; it cannot be destroyed by physical means.
" Thor! I'm going to kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"
Gwenpool used both hands and feet to frantically pound on the bulkhead.
Her pink skirt billowed up and down with her movements.
It looked utterly ridiculous.
Valeria clapped her hands outside the cabin.
"That's perfect! How about we change into a Gothic Lolita outfit tomorrow?"
America stood at the edge of the field.
She crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers unconsciously picking at the fabric on her arms.
His gaze shifted back and forth between the isolation chamber and Thor.
That's terrifying!
This man is not only ridiculously strong, but also uses such despicable methods.
A time traveler capable of altering the logic of reality was forcibly turned into a Barbie doll capable only of impotent rage.
This kind of mental torture completely destroyed the other person's dignity.
America swallowed hard.
She has to obey.
You absolutely must not upset Thor.
Even being used as a guinea pig by Valeria is much better than angering Thor.
She didn't want to be messed with.
Thor ignored Valeria's suggestion.
He turned his head and looked at America was standing at the edge of the field.
What are you looking at?
Thor pointed to the center of the field.
"Test continues, open the door."
America immediately stood up straight, and her right fist glowed with a dazzling blue light.
It slammed down into the air in front of it with remarkable fluidity.
Bang!