Transformation into the Marvel Universe

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In the unknown space, Daisy, existing only as a spiritual entity, could only stand at a distance cheering for Dark Phoenix. But after watching for more than ten seconds, she saw no signs of Dark Phoenix gaining the upper hand.

"Big sister, let me help you!" she called out. Although saying she would help, Daisy could only provide some minor harassment, since there was very little she could do in the mental world.

Facing the Dark Phoenix engulfed in flames, Daisy was hesitant to act.

"The Phoenix Force does not reject you. Hurry up, grab the rope on my arm! If I can free my hands, I'll make this damn rope regret it!" Dark Phoenix urged her.

Without delving into what she meant by the Phoenix Force not rejecting her, Daisy hesitated for a second but followed Dark Phoenix's instructions, trying to untie the bands around her arm.

With Daisy's assistance, Dark Phoenix managed to free one of her hands, greatly increasing her power. Golden flames continuously spewed onto the bands, the entire space supporting her by converting boundless energy into flames to burn the Crimson Bands.

Daisy held onto the rope, allowing Dark Phoenix to gradually free both hands, then her upper body.

The Phoenix Force ran rampant within the space. Dark Phoenix's control was average; her attacks fluctuated in power and accuracy, with occasional sparks hitting Daisy. At first, she was surprised, but Daisy soon realized they didn't harm her and let it go.

Though Dark Phoenix didn't fully represent the Phoenix Force, neither did the Crimson Bands fully represent the demon god Cyttorak. Being within the core area of the Phoenix Force, the endless heat gradually erased the imprint of Cyttorak from the bands. Finally, with a sharp, clear cry, it dissipated in the space.

"How about that? Pretty impressive, right?" Dark Phoenix sat on the ground, wheezing and panting heavily but still putting on a brave and arrogant face.

Daisy was also exhausted and admired Dark Phoenix for solving a big problem for her, and gave her a thumbs up in praise. From now on, if Cyttorak had any issues, he could go find the Phoenix! Daisy knew she was no match for the demon god and was thankful for this fortunate outcome.

She didn't say any flattering words. After being burned by the Phoenix flames, she felt cooked. Her mediocre mental powers now couldn't handle the consumption of staying in this place, and now she was about to be withdrawn from there.

"Go and take a good rest. The Phoenix needs no quest equipment. This crudely made rope may lack power, but it might be somewhat useful to you. Take it away." Dark Phoenix also needed a little rest but was too proud to say it. Now she also found a reason to hand the rope to Daisy. After Daisy left the mental space, Dark Phoenix retreated into the sea of flames to rest.

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Groggily climbing out of bed, Daisy felt sore all over. Despite sleeping for several hours, she was mentally exhausted, dizzy, and utterly exhausted.

Her body felt weak and feeble, even worse than when she first crossed over. Rubbing her head, she struggled out of bed to get some water. But as she raised her arm, she was startled to find a golden rope wrapped around her wrist.

The rope was hot but slowly cooled to normal temperature with her touch.

A typical girl would have screamed and thrown the rope as far away as possible, but not Daisy.

She was much more shameless than other girls, and it's just a rope, what's the big deal? Although it is unlikely, maybe Maki is playing some "games" with herself?

She tentatively felt the rope's texture—neither gold nor silver nor copper, soft, unlike any material she had seen before.

What was this thing?

Testing it with her frequency sense, the rope didn't respond. Using her nearly depleted mental power to sense it again, she almost dropped her jaw in shock.

The information she sensed indicated that this was once Cyttorak's Crimson Bands, but now the original imprint had been forcibly erased. The Bands itself didn't know what to call itself now.

Daisy's mouth hung open. How had this thing ended up with her?

"Master Ancient One? Are you there?" she idiotically asked the air, but naturally no one paid attention to her.

Her mind raced, replaying the details of the day's events. She had to admit she was too reckless. Beating a few lackeys had made her proud, and she underestimated the mysteries of magic. The bands following her were proof of that.

Had she been controlled by Cyttorak? She checked her body thoroughly, finding nothing unusual.

Though she had never encountered the demon god, she remembered the aura and frequency of the Juggernaut. None of those traits were present in her.

The thought of returning the item was immediately dismissed. Ancient One and Wong weren't in New York, and those few idiots in the New York Sanctum would likely accuse her if anything happened.

Since she had decided not to return it, Daisy felt an OCD to rename the bands to declare her ownership.

In the combined universes of Marvel and DC, the most famous rope was Wonder Woman's Lasso of Truth. She shamelessly adopted the name. With her previous sword, shield, bracers, eagle armor, and now the lasso, she was going further down the cosplay path.

Daisy felt no pressure; she doubted Wonder Woman would come and beat her for the copyright!

After naming it, she began testing the lasso's functions. This was her first piece of magical equipment, and conventional physical testing methods were inappropriate. She could only brainstorm and experiment randomly.

Throwing it against the wall, the magical item showed its uniqueness. The lasso returned to her hand automatically after ten meters.

The distance wasn't precise. After all, Earth's metric system standards didn't match those of Cyttorak's. She calculated it was about ten meters, slightly less than eleven.

As for the lasso's length, it was unmeasurable.

It could extend infinitely, relying on Daisy's mental power—the more mental power, the longer it could stretch.

"Doesn't seem harmful? Could the Ancient One have given it to me?"

Daisy toyed with the lasso, with a vague thought in her mind that it had been purified. However, the information was blocked from her mind, as under normal circumstances, she couldn't receive the dream information at all. This leads her to imagine the Ancient One as a benevolent mentor gifting an artifact to the younger generation.

Maybe the Ancient One saw her potential and wanted to invest early? She could only think this way.

Weapons and abilities depended on the user. No matter how good the effect of it is, its development depends on the user. A handgun in a child's hands differed from one in a soldier's. Was there a weapon that could conquer the world in a second? Daisy believed there was, but it wasn't this lasso. She needed to find someone to test its power.

Lorna had gone to school. Maki would happily be willing to try the lasso to tie her up, but Daisy thought it best not to play with fire. She targeted the third guest in her villa for experimentation.

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