The Justice League animation on the screen continued to play, with Superman slamming Mongul into the arena wall, sending debris flying.
Valeria suddenly threw down the laser cutter that was sparking from her hand, strode over to the sofa, and stood directly in front of the holographic projection screen.
"What?" Thor tilted his head to the side, trying to get around her.
"Don't you change Gwenpool's clothes every day?" Valeria stretched out her hand, which was covered in engine oil and mud, and laid it directly in front of Thor.
"Get me something that lets you change outfits with a single click, and I'll punish her for you, and it'll be my entertainment during breaks from research. I bet you can't keep doing it manually every day."
A piercing banging sound immediately erupted from the transparent isolation chamber in the corner of the laboratory.
The Dark Gwenpool pressed herself against the blast-proof glass, frantically pounding on the metal bulkhead with both hands and feet.
"Bullshit! You data-obsessed NPC, don't you dare touch me! Anyone who dares to change my clothes, I'll kill their whole family!"
I want to wear pink! I want to wear an assassin's hooded battle suit! If you dare put those tacky clothes on me, I swear I'll rip your guts out and use them as jump ropes!
Bring out that damn screenwriter!
Gwenpool her teeth and brandishing her claws, displaying a powerless rage.
The people on the sofa didn't even turn their heads, completely ignoring her.
Thor raised his right hand, a wisp of red Law of Reality swirling around his fingertips. Then, the silver Law of Narrative was drawn from the void, intertwining and entwining with the red light.
The light sculpted rapidly in mid-air, coalescing into a silver-gray rectangular remote control, which landed precisely in Valeria's palm.
"Take it. Think of the style of the clothes in your mind, and press the button. The laws will directly modify the reality settings of this space and conjure up the clothes for you."
Thor waved his hand, moving Valeria aside. "Now, move aside, don't block my childhood memories."
Valeria looked down and fiddled with the remote control, her thumb rubbing the buttons a couple of times, her face full of joy.
She turned her head and glanced at Shayera, who was lying slumped on the floor, still in the same position she had just collapsed in, motionless.
Valeria walked over, reached out and grabbed the bandage on Shayera's arm, pulling it upwards.
They tugged twice, Shayera's heavy body didn't budge.
" Lumina," Valeria released her grip and rapidly tapped on the terminal on her left wrist, "Activate the highest level air purification system. I don't want to smell this fermenting, cheap alcohol anymore! It's polluting my lab!"
"Received, Miss Valeria, the purification system has been activated." A crisp AI-synthesized voice rang out from the top of the laboratory, and the vents on all four walls opened simultaneously, releasing a torrent of pale blue purified air.
Valeria looked down and tugged at the mud stains on her white coat, then turned to glare at Thor, complaining loudly, " Thor, you bastard! Don't you know girls love to be clean? You deliberately splashed mud on me!"
Thor swallowed the popcorn in his mouth, completely ignoring her complaints.
He stood up, walked to Shayera's side, and kicked her shin.
No response.
Thor crouched down, grabbed Shayera's shoulders, and shook her hard.
Shayera collapsed into a puddle of mud, her gaze unfocused, staring blankly at the metal floor, as if her Soul Stone had been drained from her.
Thor slapped him across the face.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound of flesh colliding echoed through the laboratory, and the brute force of the body made Shayera's head buzz.
Shayera's head was knocked to one side, and a red mark quickly appeared on her cheek.
She turned her head sharply, staring intently at Thor, her chest heaving violently, and she tasted the distinct metallic tang of blood in her mouth.
"Go take the kid to take a bath and change your clothes." Thor pointed at Valeria, then at Shayera.
Shayera opened her dry lips, a half-syllable escaping her throat, as if she wanted to refute.
"Shut up," Thor interrupted her directly. "Why are you being so effeminate? Aren't you a soldier? If you're a soldier, obey orders and go take a shower."
Shayera gritted her teeth. She had once been one of the most elite warriors on Planet Thanagar, a founding member of the Justice League. How could she have ever suffered such humiliation?
But when she met Thor's expressionless face, all thoughts of resistance were extinguished by an invisible pressure.
She knew very well that this man could crush her into mincemeat with the slightest flick of his finger.
She pushed herself up from the floor with both hands, glanced at Thor, and without a word, strode off to follow Valeria.
Valeria led Shayera into the isolation and shower area behind the laboratory.
She pointed to a row of silver metal cabins on the wall that shimmered with blue light.
"Watch closely, this is how it works. Stand inside, press that green button, and the polymer cleaning foam will automatically remove the dirt from your body."
Valeria spoke very quickly, "I can't even be bothered to complain about the outdated technology you used on Planet Thanagar. This is a modified version of what I created by combining the top technologies from three universes."
Shayera ripped off her tattered battle armor and coldly retorted, "I know, I'm not stupid."
Valeria rolled her eyes without hesitation, looked her up and down, and said, "In my opinion, you're no different from an idiot."
Shayera paused, her muscles tensing.
"What do you want to wear?" Valeria asked, but before Shayera could answer, she held up the remote control. "Forget it, it's pointless to ask you, you idiot."
An idea flashed through her mind, and she pressed a button on the remote control.
With a flash of red light, a stylish short-sleeved shirt and long casual pants appeared out of thin air on the metal bench next to them.
Shayera stared at the clothes, her hands clenched tightly together, her nails digging into her flesh, and the veins on her arms bulging.
She took a half step forward, her wings slightly spread behind her back. Her volatile temper was about to burst, and she wanted to attack directly, but she quickly stopped and loosened her grip.
"Looks like you're not so stupid after all." Valeria leaned against the hatch, catching that subtle movement.
"If you want to fight, I can send people to keep you company. To be honest, Frost City may not have much else, but it has more than you can count on two hands than it has anything better than you."
Shayera crossed her arms and sneered, "Is that so? Then call them over."
Valeria didn't reply, but tapped her personal terminal a few times.
A holographic projection screen popped out of mid-air and was shoved directly in front of Shayera's face.
The screen was filled with data.
At the top is a full-body 3D model of Shayera, with various indicators listed next to it: maximum strength burst of approximately 10,000 tons, supersonic flight, and Nth Metal warhammer to neutralize magic.
Shayera's chest heaved. Her background had been completely exposed in such a short time, down to the smallest detail, even the extreme values.
Valeria swiped her finger, and the screen instantly switched to a massive data list.
"This is the combat strength assessment list for Frost City." Valeria pointed to the bottom of the screen. "You're here, with a combat strength of 10,000. Around your level are that Female Thor with the hammer, and that Superman Wolverine Logan with the full beard."
Valeria opened the information on the Superman Wolverine, "This guy has the strength of ten thousand tons and an insane healing factor. If you pay him enough, he can tear you to shreds. And this Female Thor, she controls the power of lightning. Although she's not the brightest, she can easily beat you."
Shayera's gaze swept upwards along the list.
"See this little green dwarf?" Valeria pointed to the Chibi Hulk model. "He's about 50 or 60 centimeters tall, with a power level of five million. He can turn you into a 2D animation with one hit of his hammer."
"Look at this," Valeria swiped the screen and tapped Magneto's icon, "He controls the electromagnetic universe; now he's a foreman, he can instantly dismantle you into atoms."
"And this one," Valeria clicked on Wanda's avatar, " Chaos Magic Host, capable of altering reality. With just a flick of her finger, she can turn you into a real plucked roast chicken. And then there's Phoenix Jean Grey, Emma Frost Frost, Betsy —each of them has power levels in the hundreds of thousands, even millions."
Shayera's breathing became rapid.
"As for the two at the very top," Valeria tapped the portraits of Doctor Strange Supreme and Classic Loki,
"I advise you to pray you never mess with them. One is a madman who transformed all magic into dark magic and destroyed a universe, and the other is the number one mage in the Nine Realms who has lived for thousands of years. Their combat power is incalculable, so it's a question mark."
Shayera stared at the names, her wings involuntarily tensing behind her. Her inherent warlike nature was screaming wildly, but reason forcefully suppressed her impulse.
If what this little girl said is true, and in this godforsaken place, anyone could easily humiliate her, then offending this girl would definitely not be a wise move.
"Thank you for your kindness." Shayera grabbed her clothes from the chair, turned, and walked towards the shower pod. "The door's over there. See you later."
Valeria turned and walked outside, her feet making a crisp sound on the metal floor.
"What's so great about you?" she muttered as she walked away. "If I could find Franklin, I would have had him teach you a lesson already!"
The metal door of the shower cabin slid shut, and a hissing sound rang out as high-polymer cleaning foam was sprayed out. Shayera tilted her head back, letting the cold foam hit her face.