The next day.
Lorien awoke in a warm embrace of comfort. But this time, when he opened his eyes and tried to get up, he realized his arms and legs were gone.
He sat up and looked around.
Wanda was lying on his right. One leg stretched out, the other still bent the way it had been when she passed out. The word "LOVE" was still there, but the rest of her legs and the space around it were covered in characters.
But...
"Where’s Gwen?"
Lorien glanced around and found Gwen sprawled out on the thick carpet below, a pillow tucked under her stomach.
Hmm... He finally remembered—Gwen must have fallen asleep in that position. But the way she was lying... Ugh... Not exactly decent. Hard to describe, really. The main thing was, even in her sleep, she still held that pose.
Lorien looked around the room. It was a mess everywhere—door, floor, corners, sofa—like the aftermath of a world war.
"What a sin."
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap~
In an instant, the room was spotless. The walls and floors looked as good as new, like they had just been bought.
Of course, the marks on the two girls’ bodies remained. He had written those himself, so they didn’t count as dirty. Besides, they could be washed off—something the girls could do themselves when they woke up.
At the same time, Lorien also destroyed all the toys from last night. They weren’t things he had bought, just creations of his own. So he treated them as disposable—no need to leave them lying around at home.
After tidying up the bedroom, Lorien put on a robe, opened the door, and stepped out. Bella and Aria followed him, and he went to wash up.
It was now 8:50 AM.
When he came back out, he realized Devourer Girl and Hela hadn’t returned to their rooms last night. One was asleep on the sofa, the other on the carpet. Both were wrapped in blankets that were clearly taken from their own bedrooms.
How to put it... It wasn’t that bad. But their sleeping positions were almost unbearable to look at.
Devourer Girl was sprawled on the sofa. You’d think she was lying across it? No! Half her body was hanging off, head drooping down as if she were about to slide off. Her waist and legs were still on the sofa, so the blanket only covered the part above.
Meanwhile, her T-shirt had slipped down with gravity, bunched up around her neck... no, below her neck... actually, not quite. In short, the T-shirt was practically useless at that point.
As for Hela—her skirt was pulled over her head, with the blanket covering the skirt.
But here was the problem... Lorien clearly remembered buying her underwear. Was it that Asgard never had such things? Or had he forgotten to give them to her? He was sure he had bought plenty. Did she just not like wearing them?
Forget it.
Looking at her sleeping like that, Lorien worried she might suffocate. So he stepped forward, intending to pull the blanket down to cover her properly. But as soon as he lifted it—
A pair of smiling eyes met his, watching him with expectation.
"..."
Lorien froze.
Seeing him stop, Hela showed a hint of confusion.
"Why did you stop?"
"..."
Realizing he’d been tricked, Lorien forced a smile, narrowed his eyes, and checked the time. It was 8:55. He was almost late—but he could still make it to the office.
Smiling, he reached out a hand. Hela smiled back and extended hers.
Then Lorien suddenly scooped her up, slung her over his shoulder, and started walking downstairs.
"Aria, we’re skipping breakfast today. Gwen and Wanda might not be awake by noon, so just ask Nora to prepare lunch."
"Bella, come with me."
"Alright, master."
As Lorien descended, Hela finally realized his displeasure—and the consequences waiting for her.
"Wait! Wait!"
She patted his back in panic.
"Don’t call Bella! That’s too much, wait!"
"Wait?" Lorien chuckled. "Too late. Today I’m going to see just how much you’ve grown."
Under her fearful yet faintly expectant gaze, Lorien pushed open the office door and carried Hela inside. Bella followed, closing and locking the door behind them.
Moments later, Lorien’s commands echoed from within.
"Bella, move her head back and forth~."
"Yes, master."
"Bella, lock her feet and head together, facing me."
"Yes, master."
"Bella, hold her down. I’ll try another way."
"Yes, master."
"Wuwuwu~!"
...
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As noon approached, a teleportation gate opened in Hela’s bedroom. A young girl, nearly sticking out her tongue, tumbled out of the air.
As the gate closed, even the overflow of energy between the girl and the loli figure couldn’t be contained.
In the living room, the sleeping Devourer Girl twitched her nose. Instinctively, her body sat up first, then she walked toward Hela’s room, only opening her eyes along the way.
"Ahh~~ :D That smells amazing!"
Her eyes lit up. She rushed to Hela’s bedroom door and pushed it open. Sure enough—inside was exactly what she had been dreaming of!
"Click~"
Devourer Girl quietly shut the door behind her, then walked over to Hela’s side, only to see her sleeping with a strange, contorted expression.
"Hela?"
She poked Hela’s cheek.
But Hela was already completely unconscious.
Still, Devourer Girl noticed the corner of her mouth overflowing with...
She swallowed hard.
In a flash, she teleported back to her laboratory, then reappeared with a test tube in hand. Quietly, she collected the excess and, unable to resist, scooped up a little with her finger to taste.
"!!!"
In an instant, her brain nearly went blank from the surge of overwhelming energy.
Was this Multiversal-level energy?
It was too delicious!
This was the best thing she had ever tasted in her entire life! Her eyes filled with hearts, happiness spilling over as she tiptoed, clenched her little fists, and squinted with joy.
After a long while, once she had calmed down, she looked at little Hela with a faint twinge of jealousy.
"You didn’t even share with me..."
To Devourer Girl, a human’s figure didn’t matter—even bare skin made no difference. Her true form wasn’t human but pure energy. Her innate awareness wasn’t bound to human notions.
Right now, she was only in human form. She didn’t even understand what "shame" meant. After all, weren’t all humans the same? Two eyes, four limbs, a nose, a mouth, two ears.
The biggest difference was—
Lorien is so strong! So strong, so strong!
Lorien smells so good! Super, super, super good!
Important things must be said three times!
Her gaze shifted to Hela’s stomach. It was slightly bulging, surely packed with food...
"Too bad none of it’s mine..."
Devourer Girl sighed in disappointment.
She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. Sure enough, under the phone’s X-ray view, Hela’s stomach contained three clusters of incredibly dense life energy.
Wait.
"Three clusters?"
Her eyes widened in confusion.
"Weren’t there only two last time? How can there be room for a third?"
She carefully studied the female 3D model on her phone. Then suddenly she understood.
"Ohhh~~~ so that’s how it fits."
"The three-cluster method really is the most efficient way."
"Hela is so smart~!"
Devourer Girl praised her with a nod.
By human standards, the upper cluster would be absorbed the fastest, followed by the one at the back, and lastly the one in front. From her perspective, Hela’s arrangement was incredibly efficient—nothing wasted.
But as she stared at Hela’s body, her greed only grew. Compared to what Hela held inside, the contents of her test tube were just the tiniest of crumbs.
And yet, she had no other choice.
"Sigh..."
She let out a long breath.
"I’ll just have to find a way to get along with Lorien. Hopefully, he’ll give me some sooner or later..."
With a final sigh, she teleported back to the underground lab in her home and began studying the ultra-high-energy life force she had secretly gathered.
She had to research it quickly—and then devour the rest!
...
The scene returned to the office.
"Snap~"
After snapping his fingers, the office was instantly restored to order. Lorien leaned back comfortably in his chair.
Bella unlocked the door.
"Click~"
She returned to Lorien’s side and said,
"Master, if you need to release stress, Aria and I are always ready to serve you."
"....."
It wasn’t that Lorien didn’t want to—it was that he couldn’t just try out a substitute at any random moment. You couldn’t just use it whenever the thought popped into your head. That would be far too reckless.
He thought for a moment. The only option was to wait until a time when he truly couldn’t find release elsewhere. Which meant...
"Wait until Wanda and Gwen’s cycles. Remind me when the time comes, and keep track for me."
Bella nodded.
"It’s already logged, Master. Miss Wanda and Miss Gwen’s periods will overlap starting next week."
Lorien froze.
That coincidental? Was it even real?
Seeing his puzzled look, Bella explained,
"Science has shown that women who share the same partner will gradually synchronize their menstrual cycles."
"Research calls it physiological synchronization, very similar to the beat effect."
Lorien was familiar with the beat effect—the principle where you place several metronomes together. Even if you start them out of sync, eventually they fall into rhythm and align perfectly.
He never thought the same could apply physiologically...
"Alright."
He nodded.
"Next week, then."
Bella nodded again, and at the same time relayed the information to Aria upstairs through their mental link.
Aria, of course, had no objections. On the contrary, she was delighted—finally, she would get to serve her master~!
So there was both good news and bad news.
The bad news: Wanda and Gwen would both be on their periods next week.
The good news: he had two substitutes to relieve himself.
Well... that worked.
Going into "bloody battle" was absolutely out of the question. Lorien had no such intention—just the thought of it made him feel queasy. But when he considered the good news, there was... a hint of excitement.
Cough, cough.
By noon, Aria brought in lunch prepared by Nora.
"Lunch is ready, Master."
"Put it down."
Lorien ate heartily. After wiping his mouth and taking a drink of water, he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, right. I haven’t checked the news today."
He turned on the TV and flipped to the news.
A video appeared, clearly a street recording.
It was nighttime. A man was running frantically. Cars around him were suddenly struck by something invisible and rolled aside. Another innocent casualty.
Then the man himself was assaulted by an unseen, seemingly nonexistent creature.
A woman rushed out to help him—but she was struck down as well. The two of them looked like they were fighting against thin air.
After a moment, the man transformed.
White bandages wrapped around his head, his entire outfit changed, his eyes glowed pale white. A hood draped over him, and the crescent moon on his chest stood out sharply against the actual moon above.
He was the Moon Knight.
The same man who had been beaten now seemed like an entirely different person. Suddenly, he began pummeling the invisible creatures.
Moon Knight drew his crescent blade and hacked at the "air" with ferocity.
Eventually, the battle ended. The man led the woman away. Whether the "air" had been killed or had fled was unknown.
Wasn’t this straight out of the Moon Knight storyline?
In time, that man would head to Egypt, where he would take part in a battle between divine avatars.
Simply put: the Egyptian Ammit and the moon god clashed. As an avatar, the protagonist would have to fight against another god’s avatar.
In the end, he would win. The two souls inside his mind would coexist—just like the Hulk.
The news headline read:
[New Superhero? Who is he? Why isn’t he registered? Is New York in crisis once again?]
Lorien shook his head with a helpless smile.
"Crisis, huh... The hell it is."
Unless it was a full-scale Multiverse collapse, this universe’s crises were basically coming to an end—at least for ordinary people.
For instance, Loki was fine for now. But in time, the Time Variance Authority would notice this Sacred Timeline was deviating, and agents would come to adjust it. When that happened, Lorien might need to intervene.
Then again, maybe not. By then, Wanda might be strong enough to deal with them herself.
So until Kang the Conqueror appeared, Lorien probably didn’t have to lift a hand.
For ordinary people, the only looming "crisis" was Thanos—and he wasn’t much of a threat anymore. Right now, it wasn’t even certain whether Thanos could make it into the solar system, let alone Earth.
So the Moon Knight situation? Barely qualified as a crisis.
"Whatever. Let him play on his own."
Lorien leaned back in his chair and resumed slacking.
"Wait a second..." He suddenly thought of something. "If Gwen were to take down Ammit in Egypt... would she gain divine power?"
He considered it. That was entirely possible.
Divine power was a rare augmentation—definitely something worth having.
"Then when Ammit revives, I’ll send Gwen to go slay a god."
Having made up his mind, Lorien returned to his lazy comfort.
It was Friday. After finishing today’s pen session, he’d have the weekend free again!
That pleasant thought carried him into the afternoon—when he received a visitor. A female client, seemingly ordinary, though Lorien had his doubts.
"Knock knock~~"
"Come in."
The door opened, and a stylish woman with long, wavy hair stepped inside, holding a file. She wore a fitted suit, her hair neatly tied back. Polite, composed, refined—she carried herself like a lady.
On Lorien’s personal scale of 100, she scored around 81–85. Above average for Marvel standards.
He gestured for her to sit, then checked the clock.
2:10 PM.
Good. Nearly three hours left until the end of the workday. Given her above-average looks, Lorien figured chatting with her could pass the time until then.
The woman introduced herself.
"Hello, Dr. Su. My name is Jennifer Susan Walters, and I’m a practicing attorney."
"I’d like to consult you about a gang-related case I’m handling. The trial is scheduled for next Monday."
"I need to better understand the victim’s psychological trauma in order to gather stronger evidence against the gang."
Wait—what did she say her name was?
Lorien blinked, the name ringing a bell.
Wasn’t she... the future She-Hulk?
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