Transformation into the Marvel Universe

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Doctor Strange's Levitating Cloak was positioned relatively in the middle. Daisy circled it twice, but it didn't react at all.

She sighed to herself, it looked like she wasn't destined to be a cloak-wearing hero, and turned to look at another item.

The Wand of Watoomb, which was not the three-meter-tall staff seen in game, but rather just thirty centimeters long, with sharp, horn-like protrusions at both ends, feeling somewhat like holding a dumbbell in hand.

The wand ignored her too.

In the third display case, Daisy saw the later Baron Mordo's artifact, the Wand of the Living Tribunal, a name that could frighten countless powerhouses across the multiverse...

Typically underwhelming. Who knows how the Supreme Sorcerers come up with names for these weapons? Did they just slap something together on a whim?

To Daisy, this stick looked pretty similar to the iron stick wielded by the black master who had attacked her earlier.

If this was something used by the Living Tribunal, then Baron Mordo could probably kill the Ancient One and the entire universe with a casual strike.

Daisy's distant cousin Thanos wouldn't even need to bother with an Infinity Gauntlet or Infinity Stones; this Wand of the Living Tribunal would be enough for him to use the Heart of the Universe!

She silently criticized the Supreme Sorcerers' naming abilities and examined the remaining few artifacts.

The Telescope-like Eye of Agamotto and the cauldron-like Orb of Agamotto had no love for her either.

The emotions transmitted by these artifacts couldn't be articulated in words, but from her psychic sense, Daisy felt like she was disgusting?

"Is magic that impressive?" she huffed, turning her attention elsewhere.

Dismissal, indifference, expulsion—these emotions completely filled her heart; the artifacts didn't like her.

Hm? As she walked around and was about to head downstairs to leave, an extremely faint sound caught her attention.

Daisy looked toward the wall. Yes, while other artifacts were kept in display cases, this one item hung on the wall—a rather rugged and worn-looking axe...

Daisy looked around; she felt like someone was playing a prank on her. What did this mean? Everyone else had cloaks, swords, and magical eyes, and she suited an axe?

In her view, axes were the weapons of dwarves, muscular strongmen...

If it really were gifted to her, she would reluctantly accept it. But now, the axe seemed only somewhat interested in her, akin to a man and woman too old not to marry, a pairing out of sheer lack of options, the attitude quite reluctant.

This made Daisy rather frustrated; she felt carrying an axe would make her style too strange.

Which female hero or villain uses an axe? No one came to her mind.

The Axe of Angarruumus, she knew of this axe; it was supposed to be one of Doctor Strange's weapons, essentially a spiritual weapon, not very effective, just used occasionally to play the role of an executioner to chop up some demons and ghosts.

Although Daisy felt that the axe didn't quite match Doctor Strange's style either, it surely looked better with him than with her!

The axe's will wasn't strong; there was probably some melodramatic trial involved, so Daisy waved dismissively at the wall. Thanks, but no thanks!

Just then, another vibration caught her attention.

Daisy turned back towards another side of the wall, where a blood-red rope tightly sealed against the wall seemed to twitch with eagerness upon seeing her, although the seals limited it to just small movements to catch her attention.

She instinctively stepped back in alarm. This item was surely not an artifact; it was a devil's weapon.

The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!

Like the gem that turned ordinary people into the red behemoth Juggernaut, it came from the same source. Its primary effect, as far as she understood, was to throw it out and ensnare an enemy. That was it.

The Sorcerer Supreme had utilized its principle to develop a spell of the same name, and now the Bands themselves were abandoned and sealed here.

Cyttorak was a demon god, possessing both demonic and divine traits. Doctor Strange could draw magical power from him. If you forcefully classify his alignment, he would come under the neutral camp. In addition, constantly staying in his own dimension, Cyttorak wasn't exactly a villain, but with "demon" in the name, Daisy chose to keep her distance. She quickly descended the stairs to the first floor and pushed open the grand doors to leave the New York Sanctum.

Back at her villa, it was already late into the night. Time within the Mirror Space clearly flowed differently from the outside world. The chef had prepared dinner for her, and after eating, she took a bath and went to bed.

"You came late today." In an unknown space, the Dark Phoenix was already waiting for her, where the two "people" occasionally discussed matters of capital plundering, reducing their hostility by at least a half—at least from Daisy's perspective.

Returning to this space, her memories were automatically uploaded, allowing seamless communication between them, but today Dark Phoenix frowned after speaking.

"What did you bring in here? What a foul smell." Dark Phoenix sniffed, her tone slightly dissatisfied as if blaming Daisy for polluting her space.

Daisy looked down and was startled, and saw a deep red ribbon tightly wound around her leg, and as time passed, it seemed to be seeping deeper into her skin and soul.

"The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak? How did they come with me? Have they been following me?" Daisy urgently asked Dark Phoenix.

A chill that reached deep into her soul terrified Daisy. She regretted her actions; she should have just gone home after dealing with those thugs instead of inspecting any artifacts!

She smiled sheepishly, like the Cheshire Cat, trying to appease Dark Phoenix. "My sister Phoenix, we're quite good friends now, right? You should have a way to solve this. You're the Phoenix!"

"Hmph—" Dark Phoenix arrogantly lifted her nose, thriving now that she was back in her element of destruction after being indoctrinated with ideas of wealth plundering every day.

"The Phoenix can do anything! This is just a minor issue, after all, we're not facing Cyttorak." Flames blazed in Dark Phoenix's palm, the surrounding heat intensifying by a third.

She spoke nonchalantly, but neither the Dark Phoenix nor the White Phoenix could represent the Almighty-Universe level entity that was the Phoenix. Faced with the notoriously troublesome demonic force, Phoenix fire was sprayed again and again, the black smoke being incinerated the moment it appeared and then reemerging from nowhere.

Dark Phoenix immediately intensified her flames, repeatedly scorching the Crimson Bands with immeasurable destructive fire.

The Bands, sensing the threat, autonomously attacked the newcomer. They detached from Daisy and leaped onto Dark Phoenix, binding her from head to toe.

"Blasphemy! Let's see the power of the Phoenix!" Dark Phoenix, who was bound very 'artistically', struggled furiously, trying to escape the Bands' grasp, but the more she struggled, the tighter they bound her.

Dark Phoenix grew increasingly irritated, with fire bursting from her hair, hands, and body, determined to reduce the cursed rope to ashes.

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