Transformation into the Marvel Universe

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Daisy descended the stairs with light steps, but as she reached the lobby, she was intercepted by three robed figures, led by a black man wielding a thick short stick. She vaguely remembered this guy as the guardian of the New York Sanctum? Or was he the chief something?

"Stranger, stop." They tagged her as a suspicious stranger as soon as they spoke.

Daisy looked puzzled, and seeing no sign of letting her pass, she had some guesses, but she was still prepared to communicate.

"It was your Master Wong who led me in; many people saw it just now."

She distinguished it carefully. After the Ancient One left, her vibrational frequency could be used again. She pointed at the robed figure on her left. "I saw you on the second-floor corridor just now. Is that camouflage paint on your face?"

She cursed inwardly, What's with the act! Do you think with this kind of paint I won't recognize you!

"Wong? Are you still here?" Daisy's voice was clear as she shouted upstairs.

Her voice echoed through the halls, but alas, not even a squeak came from Fatty Wong.

The trio blocking her path exchanged glances. The lead black man waved the iron stick in his hand, a cold smile on his lips, with a posture that screamed 'You can break your throat screaming; no one will come to help you.'

Daisy's agile movements and flickering eyes were automatically interpreted by them as panic.

Their intention wasn't to harm Daisy but to pressure Kamar-Taj, using her as leverage to negotiate terms for their independence. The three Sanctums were each vying for independence from Kamar-Taj's rule.

In the Ancient One's eyes, human life was too short-lived. Every twenty years, she had to contend with ambitious young people trying to take Kamar Taj to enter the ordinary world. She was interested in such affairs in her first two hundred years, but now, after experiencing these events countless times, she was tired of them. She left everything to fate; she couldn't be bothered anymore.

The Ancient One's inaction was interpreted as weakness, and the three Sanctums were now restless, lacking a breakthrough. Today, Daisy, an outsider seemingly valued by both the Ancient One and Wong, seemed suitable to them.

The lead black man, Daniel, wore a smug expression as he pointed his iron stick at Daisy. "Outsider, I am Master Daniel. As a mortal, you have no right to enter the Sanctum. As the guardian of the New York Sanctum, you must stay here, explain your intentions, and await judgment from the Sorcerer Supreme."

The other two lackeys also conjured magical whips at their wrists. The three of them formed a semi-circle, attempting to pressure Daisy psychologically.

If the Ancient One was the type who had the leader template by default, but was now just a level 900 high-level player tired of grinding, then these guys were just low-level NPCs not exceeding level 10. The difference was huge. According to Daisy's estimation, her subordinate, Mockingbird, could handle a one-on-three situation, sustaining some injuries and still killing two opponents.

Daniel, the leader, was slightly stronger among the three. Besides those with distinctive features, Daisy found it hard to differentiate between the similar-looking black men, and she wasn't sure if he was the one who Kaecilius, who had dark makeup under his eyes, impaled with a sword through the heart. But judging by strength, this guy was similar to Fatty Wong.

"Why bother? Life is so beautiful. Why do something like this?" Daisy sighed, drawing her pistol from her waist and placing it in her handbag amidst the surprised and astonished looks of her opponents.

This kind of fight was pointless; killing them was definitely not appropriate. Even though the dogs were disobedient, they were still the Ancient One's dogs. She could handle them however she wanted herself, but it was a different story if an outsider did it; it would be shameful.

Facing these three "magicians" with bulging muscles, she didn't intend to use her full strength. Daisy estimated that using only twenty percent of her power would be enough to take them down.

Steady stance? Useful in fights of the same level, but the key to victory was still strength.

Daisy dashed forward like an arrow released from a bow and swiftly reached the chief magician, Daniel. She stepped on his knee with her left foot, and as he bent his knee, she stomped down with her left foot, using the momentum to jump half a meter into the air. With a spinning kick, she struck the black man's left side of the face.

"Thunk!" The guy made an incomprehensible muffled sound. Caught off guard by the sudden attack, he felt dizzy and quickly used his iron stick to support himself on the ground, trying to stabilize his posture.

"You dare to harm Master Daniel!" The remaining two lackeys, unable to discern the gap in strength, summoned their glowing magical whips, and two golden whips lashed out towards Daisy's feet from both sides.

She stepped back quickly, and as her steps quickened, so did the whips; when her steps slowed, the whips also extended slowly.

"Quite interesting!" Daisy casually sent out two shockwaves to intercept the magical whips.

Though their natures were completely different, there was always some common ground in energy. The shockwaves easily crushed the magical whips.

It was only at this moment that the two lackeys realized Daisy wasn't simple, but with the arrow already on the string, they had to release it.

The lead Daniel, enduring his dizziness, placed his hands in front of his chest, making a seemingly mystical gesture. Daisy watched as the surrounding walls began to rotate, and the ground turned into fragmented pieces like dominoes, falling into some unknown void along a certain pattern.

The three seemed to know the power of this move, leaping onto the walls in unison. Daniel, the leader, even hung upside down from the ceiling, his eyes shining with fierceness, staring fixedly at Daisy.

"Is this your ultimate move? It seems to be a power activated by hand gestures?" Daisy remained calm. The Ancient One could throw her into another dimension, which was undoubtedly true, did these guys also have that ability? Why didn't they throw Thanos into another dimension? It was just a parallel dimension blindfolded on the main one.

But she wasn't going to test the waters herself; that would be too stupid. Daisy floated in mid-air, her feet leaving the ground.

Gravity was a universal law; any place, any time, had gravity. This so-called mirror space named by the mages hadn't reached the point of breaking the laws of physics; and where there was gravity, it could be manipulated.

The trio felt a bit helpless. They no longer hesitated and crawled along the walls like geckos, launching a fierce attack on Daisy.

Daisy only defended and didn't retaliate; she was studying the secrets of this space.

Seeing that she didn't fight back, the trio thought she had no attack power in mid-air, so they attacked with all their might.

The leader, Daniel, could also use magical whips, but he had always been wielding his black iron stick. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder as he swung the stick.

Daisy took a hard blow from the stick, and the powerful force made her arm tingle slightly; this strength was no less than that of Bucky.

"Magical weapon? Impressive!" Daisy couldn't help but exclaim. With the slightly stronger physical qualities of the black magician than an ordinary person, the attack made her feel a bit numb. This magical weapon must have at least increased his strength fivefold.

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