Chapter 541: The Inheritors Family Is Not Dead
Inside the house, Loren and Gwen instantly perceived the disturbance outside, their figures stepping out in a flash and landing in the courtyard.
Seeing the bruised and battered Spider-Woman, Gwen's pupils shrank and her heart tightened, quickly stepping forward to support her tottering body and asking anxiously, "What happened? Why are you back? And you're hurt so badly! Wasn't everything over?"
Loren's gaze instantly sank.
He could clearly perceive that the injuries on Spider-Woman were not caused by ordinary combat power, but carried the thick, blood-thirsty origin aura of the Inheritors Family—that cold, overbearing energy that devoured everything, which was the exclusive aura of the faction he had completely annihilated just yesterday.
Yet he clearly annihilated Morlun with his own hands, destroyed the ancestral court of the Inheritors, and purged all core combat forces. Why would the power of the Inheritors appear once again within a mere single day?
An ominous premonition instantly shrouded his heart.
Leaning in Gwen's arms with a rapid and disordered breath, her chest rising and falling violently, Spider-Woman managed to steady her scattered mind, raised her eyes to look at Loren before her, and extreme panic and despair instantly surged into the depths of her eyes, her voice trembling and hoarse, carrying a crying tone, every word piercing the heart.
"Loren... Something is terribly wrong!! The Inheritors Family... has not been destroyed! Morlun is not dead!!"
This sentence exploded like a thunderclap over the courtyard, instantly shattering all stability and peace.
Gwen trembled all over, the peace in her eyes completely receding, replaced by ultimate disbelief and panic.
Yesterday's battle was still vivid in her mind; Loren had personally annihilated the entire Inheritors army, crushed and killed Morlun, destroyed the ancestral temple passed down through the ages, and completely cleared the bloody coercion. Everyone thought this eternal catastrophe had completely ended.
How could it... not be destroyed?!
The gentle aura around Loren instantly dissipated, and a bone-chilling, biting cold quietly spread across the entire estate. The power of time and space stirred slightly, and the temperature of the entire independent space suddenly dropped to freezing point.
With deep and cold eyes, he stared fixedly at Spider-Woman and asked in a deep voice, his tone devoid of a single ripple yet hiding monstrous coercion: "Make it clear, what on earth is going on? I personally annihilated Morlunyesterday, wiped out the main force of his entire clan, and destroyed the foundation of the ancestral court. Why is he not dead?"
Enduring the severe pain in her body and the fear in her heart, Spider-Woman quickly calmed her disordered breathing, and at a very fast pace, revealed the ultimate secret hidden by the Inheritors Family for eternity, uncovering the true trump card of this evil faction's immortality:
"They have a cloning and rebirth secret technique! This is their ultimate trump card, which no one has ever known! Even if their physical bodies are annihilated, their origins shattered, and their souls scattered, as long as the cloned embryos in the underground secret nest still exist, they can resurrect infinitely!!"
"All the Inheritors combat powers you killed yesterday, including Morlun, were merely surface combat powers! Their true lair, cloning secret nest, and origin embryos are all hidden in the void interlayer beneath the ruins of the ancestral court, avoiding all space-time detection and all annihilation attacks!"
"Not only can they resurrect... Their cloning rebirth is completely different from ordinary replicas!"
The more Spider-Woman spoke, the more desperate she became, her voice trembling unceasingly, every word and sentence carrying a cognitive-shattering horror.
"Every resurrection can completely inherit all the memories, all combat experience, and all the origin power accumulated through devouring from the previous life!
Moreover, it will perfectly avoid the weaknesses of the previous death, draw lessons from defeat, break through one's own limits, and become stronger and more unresolvable!!"
"The methods you used to destroy them yesterday, the laws you used to crush them, and the means you used to break through their weaknesses will all be completely absorbed by the reborn Morlun! His current strength is even more powerful than his peak state yesterday!!"
This was the ultimate horror spanning through the ages, a secret never known to any Spider-Man or any powerhouse in the Universe.
Ordinary resurrection is a return to the peak.
But the cloning rebirth of the Inheritors Family is infinite evolution carrying death experience.
Every time they die, they grow stronger once, avoid a weakness once, refine their combat power once, stack experience once, endlessly, breaking through with no upper limit.
Yesterday's crushing kill by Loren seemed to others to be a complete annihilation, but in the eyes of the Inheritors Family, it was a perfect evolutionary tempering.
Amidst death, they peeped into Loren's attack patterns and combat habits, and taking the opportunity of cloning and rebirth, they perfectly avoided all fatal weaknesses, broke through their own shackles, and completed the ultimate transformation.
After listening to all this, Gwen felt cold all over, endless lingering fear surging from the bottom of her heart.
No wonder this clan could run rampant for a thousand years, be immortal and undying, and crush Spider-Men across countless Universes. It turned out their true reliance was never devouring abilities or trans-limit physiques, but this terrifying secret technique of death evolution and infinite rebirth!
"What about Silk?!" Gwen instantly grasped the most crucial point, her heart bursting open suddenly, "You hurried back, did something happen?!"
Silk was the Bride among the three origin totems, the core of the Inheritors' ultimate sacrificial ritual, and the most coveted sacrifice for Morlun after his rebirth.
Mentioning Silk, the despair in Spider-Woman's eyes completely erupted, her tears instantly turning red, her voice hoarse and broken:
"The first thing Morlun did after his resurrection... was a cross-Universe raid!!"
"He didn't rest or precipitate his power at all. The instant he was reborn and awakened, relying on his upgraded space-time perception, he accurately locked onto Silk's coordinates!
We just returned to the Universe and hadn't had time to reorganize order when Morlun forcibly crossed dimensions and invaded with a new round of cloning army, directly raiding the city where Silk was located!"
"His power is too terrifying! More than several times stronger than yesterday, and all of us working together couldn't stop him! He deciphered all our combat methods, pre-judged all our tactics, crushed us the whole way, and no one could match him!"
"We desperately tried to stop him, suffering heavy casualties, and were simply unable to contend with the evolved Morlun! Finally... Finally, Silk was captured by him!!"
"The moment he took Silk away, he left harsh words across space, stating that he would immediately start the ultimate sacrificial ritual!
Without waiting for the other two major totems, and without waiting for the right time, he wants to forcibly use the Bride totem as the core, advance the ritual, and obliterate all Spider origins!!"
"He wants all Spider-Men to completely perish today!!"
Boom!!
As the last sentence fell, the air in the entire courtyard completely stagnated, and a biting killing intent instantly filled the entire independent space-time.
Yesterday's tender perfection, stable years, and settled dust all turned into bubbles.
The eternal catastrophe made a comeback, and it descended suddenly with an even more terrifying, more unresolvable, and more desperate posture.
Morlun was reborn with brand-new combat power after death evolution, holding countless defeat experiences, well-acquainted with Loren's combat power laws, and accurately locked onto the core sacrifice, intending to forcibly sacrifice her and completely end all the destinies of the Spider clan!
Chapter 542: Loren Descends Once Again!!!
Once the sacrificial ritual was initiated, even without the two totems of the Other and the Scion, Morlun could still forcefully distort the rules of the ritual relying on his evolved origin power and cloning secret arts.
He would overdraw the Multiversal Web origin, complete a semi-ultimate sacrifice, completely erase all Spider-totems in the present world, cause all Spider-Man to perish instantly, and sever all possibilities of the future.
By then, all the redemptions, all the completions, and all the new births of yesterday would be completely invalidated, and all living beings of the Spider lineage would perish entirely.
"Don't be afraid."
Just as Gwen's mind trembled and Spider-Woman felt desperate and helpless, Loren's cold and resolute voice suddenly rang out, instantly suppressing all panic and terror.
The last trace of gentleness in his eyes completely faded away, leaving only the biting, eternal cold glow.
The power of time and space around him violently surged, the laws of the entire independent space were entirely used by him, and his boundless and majestic coercion crossed the heavens and dimensions, crushing all gloom.
Yesterday, he had held compassion and left room for maneuver, intending only to purge the main forces and end the catastrophe, without deeply investigating the underlying secret nests.
Today, these evil forces were unrepentant, evolving through death, making a comeback, and abducting people for sacrifice, completely touching his bottom line.
Since you rely on death to be reborn, use failure to evolve, lean on your immortality, and act unbridled.
Then I shall shatter all your cloned embryos, sever all your foundations of rebirth, and annihilate all your secret nests, making you—in the truest sense—completely perish and never be born again.
"Tell me the current Universe coordinates of Morlun, as well as the specific locations of the Inheritors secret lair and cloning secret nests."
Loren's tone was calm, yet it carried the unshakable authority of the heavens; every single word was a sentence of destiny.
"This time, I will personally flatten all their foundations, sever all possibilities of rebirth, annihilate the entire clan, and leave not a single armor piece behind."
Watching Loren, who suddenly erupted with supreme divine might before her, Spider-Woman felt the despair in her heart instantly replaced by extreme peace of mind.
She quickly endured her injuries and told him everything word for word: the precise coordinates, the locations of the secret nests, the changes in Morlun's combat power, and the characteristics of the cloning secret arts that she had risked her life to investigate and record.
"Morlun is currently in the Earth-000 derivative interlayer Universe, and the ultimate lair of the Inheritors and the cloning embryo secret nest are located in the seventh-layer void interlayer beneath the ruins of the Ancestral Court.
They are hidden in the blind spot of the Multiversal Web and have never been discovered by anyone. The origin cores of all cloned rebirths converge there!"
"Good."
Loren nodded, his gaze cold and profound, his figure instantly becoming ethereal, and the power of the time-space origin instantly penetrated the entire Multiverse, precisely locking onto the dual coordinates.
"You guys stay in the manor to recover from your injuries and steady your minds. I am going to save people, wipe out the clan, and root out their foundation."
Before his voice faded, Loren's figure had completely vanished from where he stood.
There was no earth-shattering sound of breaking through the air, no gorgeous and majestic energy explosion. In just an instant, he crossed countless dimensional barriers and hundreds of millions of distances in time and space, precisely descending into the interlayer Universe where Morlun was located.
...
Earth-000, Void Interlayer Universe.
This place did not belong to any parallel Universe. It was a private interlayer space forcibly opened up by the Inheritors Family relying on the residual power of the Master Weaver. It was barren and dead, endlessly dark, without stars, sun, or moon, and without vibrant vegetation, leaving only endless void gloom and boiling bloody murderous aura.
The entire space was enveloped by a rich blood-devouring origin, the air was viscous and oppressive, and it was filled with a dead silence atmosphere that exterminated all living beings. Innumerable broken Spider-totem fragments and the skeletal remains of fallen Guardians floated in the void, piled layer upon layer into a purgatory of bones.
Right in the center of the space, a brand-new bloody altar had rapidly taken shape.
Compared to the original sacrificial altar, the altar at this moment was more eerie, more tyrannical, and more domineering, entwined with evolved bloody patterns all over its body.
Every single pattern flowed with terrifying energy that devoured all things; it was the ultimate sacrificial array reshaped by Morlun after combining his death experience and optimizing the rules of sacrifice.
Silk was imprisoned in mid-air right in the center of the altar by bloody chains, her clothes disheveled and her hair scattered. Her originally clear and lively eyes were filled with exhaustion and panic. The Bride totem origin within her was continuously drawn, stripped, and extracted by the altar, causing her meridians to ache and feel weak all over, leaving her completely powerless to struggle.
Her origin power was draining away bit by bit, her breath of life was constantly weakening, and it was only a few steps away from the initiation of the final ritual before she would be sacrificed and perish.
In front of the altar, Morlun stood in mid-air.
At this moment, he had completely shed yesterday's appearance, his figure was even taller and slender, and the bloody armor around his body had condensed into a solid entity with complex and bizarre patterns, every inch of the armor flowing with the newborn power of evolution.
His eyes were no longer pure blood-color, but a deep dark-red demonic light, and his eyes were filled with indifference and arrogance forged through experiencing death, seeing through the battle situation, and comprehending the laws.
Compared to his peak state yesterday, his aura surged by more than several folds at this moment, and his physical body, speed, and devouring laws had all completed ultimate transformations.
All the flaws, weaknesses, and shortcomings from his defeat and death yesterday had been completely filled in.
The time-space laws, imprisonment methods, and annihilation ways with which Loren crushed him yesterday had all been comprehended, cracked, and avoided by him.
He stood in the void, surrounded by countless newborn cloned Inheritors combatants, dense and countless. Every single clone warrior had inherited the experience of those who died in previous battles, and their combat power far exceeded that of the first-generation clansmen. The legion's coercion shook the heavens and earth, shrouding the entire interlayer Universe.
"Hahaha..."
Morlun slowly raised his gaze, looked at the imprisoned Silk, and let out a low, arrogant laugh that echoed through the dead void, filled with extreme mockery and control, "Many thanks for that hand of time-space annihilation, Loren."
"If you hadn't personally annihilated the main force of my entire clan and forced me to use the ultimate cloning trump card, I wouldn't have been able to complete such an ultimate evolution, completely perfect the devouring laws, and crack the power of time-space imprisonment."
"You thought you won? You thought you ended the catastrophe? Ridiculous!"
"Every single one of your attacks, every law, and every form of crushing has become the nourishment for my evolution! Today's me is long no longer yesterday's ant; I have transcended the shackles of the past and lord over the multiversal laws!"
"Today, right here in this void, I will sacrifice the Spider-Bride, initiate the ultimate ritual, and erase all Spider origins!
When my task is accomplished, I will annex all Web totems, reshape the glory of the family, and trample the heavens and Universes. By then, I will personally find you and return all the pain of annihilation and suffering of obliteration that you inflicted upon my clan yesterday a thousandfold or a hundredfold!!"
Morlun wore a frantic expression with monstrous battle intent. The bloody energy around him violently surged, the entire interlayer Universe trembled violently, and countless void cracks burst open layer by layer.
He raised his hand to grip the bloody ritual blade, the edge of which was covered with bizarre patterns, continuously drawing Silk's totem origin. The prelude of the ritual had already begun, and it was only a final step away from taking complete shape.
Silk was powerless to struggle, and could only watch helplessly as her origin continuously drained away, watching the destined end descend once more, surging endless despair in the depths of her heart.
Could it be... that yesterday's redemption was truly just an illusionary dream?
Could it be that the destiny they broke free from still could not be escaped after all?
Just at the split second when the ritual blade was about to fall and the sacrifice was completely formed——
Hum!!!
The entire void suddenly came to a standstill.
The boiling bloody energy instantly stagnated, the frantic laughter was abruptly cut off, the restless space completely subsided, the movements of all clone warriors froze entirely, and everything in the entire interlayer Universe was completely locked down by the invisible time-space origin.
A warm yet biting figure stood silently in front of the altar, crossing the void and blocking between Morlun and Silk.
Loren descended.
Chapter 543: The Inheritors Family, Today, Reduced Entirely to Zero
Chapter 543
He stood quietly in the stagnant void, his posture straight and untainted by dust.
There was no majestic burst of energy around his body, nor any ferocious aura of slaughter, yet it caused the entire evolved crimson power, countless clone armies, and Morlun who had undergone ultimate transformation to be completely unable to move a single inch.
"Do you really think that relying on death evolution and clone rebirth makes you truly invincible?"
Loren's gaze was indifferent as he quietly looked at Morlunbefore him who thought himself transcendent of everything, his tone carrying a faint mockery.
"You think that patching your shortcomings and breaking through your limits is transcendence? Little do you know that in front of the absolute origin dimension, all your evolution, all your transformation, and all your rebirth are merely the self-amusement of a clown."
Morlun's pupils shrank sharply, and a sense of extreme horror instantly surged into the depths of his heart.
He never expected that Loren could cross dimensions and descend instantly, nor did he expect that his own evolved space-time resistance and rule-evasion abilities would still be completely useless in front of Loren!
He crazily urged the evolutionary origin within his body, desperately struggling to break free from the space-time confinement. The crimson patterns around his body burst with extreme light, but no matter how he struggled, his body remained completely motionless, unable to move even a single finger.
"Impossible!!"
Morlun's eyes split open with rage as he roared out losing his voice, filled with unbelievable madness, "I have already evolved! I have cracked your space-time laws! I have avoided all annihilation weaknesses! You can no longer confine me!!"
"Cracked? Avoided?" Loren slightly raised his eyes, a cold gleam suddenly flashing in the depth of his eyes.
"You merely adapted to my power from yesterday, but you have never touched the true boundaries of the space-time origin. Your evolution is forever limited to repairs after defeat, while my power is forever superior to your cognition."
As the words fell, Loren lifted his fingertips slightly.
The space-time force that originally confined the void instantly upgraded, no longer being a simple static confinement, but rather a dimensional regression, origin stripping, and rule clearing.
Click——!!
Morlun's proud evolved crimson armor instantly shattered inch by inch and collapsed layer by layer.
His original power, which had undergone death tempering and rebirth evolution, was forcibly stripped, dismantled, and annihilated. All the superpowers devoured, all the experience accumulated, and all the combat strength transformed were completely cleared and reduced to zero.
Ah——!!
Morlun let out a heart-rending scream. The extreme pain of origin stripping far exceeded the suffering of physical annihilation.
He could clearly perceive that his hard-won evolutionary power was rapidly dissipating, his combat strength that had broken through limits was rapidly regressing, and his accumulated devoured origin was being thoroughly erased.
"No!! My power! My evolution! My destiny!!"
He roared crazily and resisted desperately, using all his trump cards, all secret techniques, and all cloning origins, but everything was in vain.
In front of absolute strength, all acquired evolution, all death transformations, and all cloning secret techniques were completely vulnerable.
Loren's gaze was icy cold without the slightest trace of emotion: "You survived by relying on death and rebirth, evolved by borrowing defeat experience, and relied on your immortal body to wreak havoc across the heavens, slaughter living beings, confine destiny, and plunder origins. Your sins are monstrous and hard to redeem through the ages."
"Yesterday I spared your clan a thread of life, but you did not repent, made a comeback, abducted people for sacrifice, and restarted the catastrophe. Today, I will completely cut off all your paths of survival."
As the words fell, Loren clenched his palm slightly.
The entire void instantly shrank, squeezed, and annihilated.
Those dense, evolved clone Inheritors army had no room to resist, and were instantly crushed into a sky full of blood mist. Their origin, soul, and body were all annihilated, not even leaving behind fragments for reincarnation and rebirth.
Subsequently, the power of annihilation gathered entirely upon Morlun himself.
"I am not resigned!! I am the Lord of the Inheritors! I will eventually annihilate the Spider clan! I will not perish!!"
Morlun's eyes were filled with blood-red despair, roaring crazily with his last trace of origin, while his body rapidly disintegrated under the extreme dimensional crushing.
This time, it was no longer a simple physical death.
Loren's power of annihilation directly penetrated his soul origin, genetic core, and clone embryo imprint, completely shattering all his foundations for rebirth, all his destiny imprints, and all his clan's origin.
One second later.
The void was silent, and the crimson color completely dispersed.
Morlun completely perished, his soul and body destroyed, never to be reborn for all eternity.
There was no more clone resurrection, no more death evolution, and no more comeback.
Having resolved Morlun, Loren raised his hand and waved gently. A gentle space-time force instantly enveloped the altar, untying all crimson confinements, and slowly embracing the weak and powerless Silk into a safe space-time domain.
The totem origin that had been continuously flowing away instantly stabilized, the damaged meridians were gently repaired, and the restless and disordered mind gradually calmed down.
Silk weakly raised her eyes, looking at the familiar straight back in front of her. All the fear, despair, and helplessness accumulated in the bottom of her heart instantly collapsed, her eyes instantly turned red, and she choked out softly: "Loren..."
"Don't be afraid, it's fine now."
Loren's voice remained as gentle as ever, instantly soothing all her panic, "The crisis is over, no one can ever capture you or sacrifice you again, and your destiny has completely ended."
Having settled Silk, Loren cast his gaze toward the depths of the Multiverse, locking onto the ultimate clone secret nest hidden beneath the ruins of the ancestral court and within the seventh layer of the void interlayer.
There was the final foundation for the survival of the Inheritors Family through the ages, and the core location of all clone embryos, rebirth secret techniques, and clan origins. As long as the secret nest still existed, the remaining base forces still had the possibility of making a comeback.
When cutting weeds, one must eradicate the roots.
Do not leave evil forces any possibility of rebirth, counterattack, or causing trouble.
Loren's figure shifted instantly, piercing through layers of void interlayers, directly reaching the ultimate lair where the Inheritors Family had hidden for ages.
The seventh layer of the void interlayer was gloomy, profound, and incomparably concealed. It transcended all conventional space-time explorations and had never been discovered by any cosmic powerhouse for countless years.
Inside the entire interlayer space, dense, tens of thousands of transparent embryos floated in the void.
Within every embryo was sealed the original prototype of an Inheritors clansman. The bloodline patterns, genetic imprints, and soul fragments were all intact, continuously drawing energy from the multi-dimensional web to maintain an immortal rebirth system.
This was the ultimate trump card of the Inheritors Family, and the root cause of why they dared to run rampant through the ages, suffering repeated defeats yet never perishing.
Countless old embryos, newborn embryos, elite embryos, and patriarch candidate embryos were arranged layer upon layer, forming a perfect infinite rebirth system. Once a clansman died in battle, the corresponding embryo would instantly activate, inheriting memories, absorbing experience, and completing evolutionary rebirth.
In addition, the core of the secret nest also sealed the origin, secret texts, and bloodline core of the Inheritors Family, which was the final foundational heritage of the entire clan.
Looking at this hidden nest of sin before him, there was not the slightest ripple in the depths of Loren's eyes.
"The Inheritors Family, today, is reduced entirely to zero."
As the words fell, all laws fell silent.
Loren raised his hand and spread out the global space-time annihilation domain, completely shrouding the entire seventh layer of the void interlayer.
There was no explosive roar or violent turbulence; the entire secret nest space instantly blurred, annihilated, and reduced to zero layer by layer from the surface to the core.
Countless clone embryos shattered instantly, their origins completely dissipated, genetic patterns completely snapped, and soul fragments completely perished.
The ancient secret texts turned into flying ash, the clan's origin completely disintegrated, and the bloodline core was thoroughly extinguished.
The entire ultimate lair hidden for ages, from foundation to surface, from origin to carrier, was thoroughly, cleanly, and completely destroyed, leveled, and eradicated.
There was not a shred of residue, not a wisp of embers, and not the slightest possibility of rebirth.
Thus, the Inheritors Family—which had been passed down for hundreds of millions of years, ran rampant across the Multiverse, slaughtered countless living beings, confined spider destiny, and possessed the ability of infinite clone rebirth—was completely wiped out, their foundations utterly destroyed, and permanently struck from the records.
There was no more resurrection, no more evolution, no more cross-dimensional hunting, and no more destiny sacrifice.
The spider catastrophe spanning the heavens, after experiencing two endgame battles, finally came to a true, thorough, and perfect end.
The destiny shackles of all parallel space-times in the Multiverse were completely broken, and all spider totem holders completely broke free from the shackles of fate. From then on, they would multiply endlessly, survive peacefully, and never face any extinction crisis again.
Having finished all this, Loren raised his hand to gently tear apart space-time, bringing the weak yet peaceful Silk back to the pure land of the manor slowly.
In the courtyard, Gwen and Spider-Woman were waiting anxiously, their minds tense and filled with worry.
The moment they saw Loren return safely and Silk safe and sound, the two women's tense heartstrings completely relaxed, the panic and anxiety in the depths of their eyes completely faded, leaving only extreme peace and relief.
The crisis had completely ended, the haze had completely dissipated, and destiny had been thoroughly rewritten.
The evening breeze blew gently once more, starlight gradually lit up, and the manor returned to peace and quiet.
This time, it was the true settling of dust and eternal peace.
Chapter 544: Spring returns to the courtyard, tender years!
When Loren brought the safe and sound Silk back to the manor, the evening breeze in the courtyard remained gentle, the sunset glow covered the bluestone long steps, and the floating floral fragrance intertwined with the freshness of vegetation, washing away all the lingering hostility and bloodshed of the battlefield.
The catastrophe that had previously swept through countless parallel Universes and imprisoned the eternal destiny of the spider clan completely vanished from then on, with no possibility of making a comeback.
Gwen hurried up to greet them at the first moment, the anxiety and worry accumulated in the depths of her eyes completely fading away, leaving only full relaxation and tenderness in her heart.
Spider-Woman also rose with her not-yet-fully healed body, her back that had been tense for many days completely stretching out, and looking at the two returning safely, she let out a long sigh of relief.
The ups and downs of the crisis within a single day before were like a thrilling illusion.
Morlun made a comeback through death evolution and clone rebirth, kidnapped Silk to restart the sacrificial ceremony, and almost made the destiny everyone broke free from collapse once again.
Fortunately, Loren struck against the current once again, breaking the opponent's treacherous path of infinite evolution, slaying Morlun's divine soul, destroying all clone secret nests, uprooting the hundreds of millions of years of sinful foundations of the Inheritors, and completely severing all hidden dangers.
From then on, there were no more Inheritors in the heavens, no more destiny of spider sacrifice, and no more haze of cross-dimensional hunting.
Silk broke free from the confinement of the blood-colored altar, and the restless and disordered totem origin within her body slowly calmed down under the nourishment of Loren's space-time power, but the fatigue from days of rushing, being captured and trapped, and overdrawing her origin still lingered around her.
Her face still carried a bit of paleness, the panic between her eyebrows had not completely dissipated, and having just escaped from a desperate situation, the whole person still carried the soft vulnerability of lingering fear.
Loren raised his hand, and a wisp of warm and pure space-time soft light gently covered Silk's shoulders, slowly seeping into her meridians and totem origin, repairing her damaged vitality and disordered power.
The gentle power was mild and inclusive, instantly smoothing away all the remaining fear deep in her heart and completely relaxing her mind and spirit that had been tense for many days.
"It's fine."
His voice was light and gentle, carrying a power that made people completely at ease, "Morlun's divine soul has been completely destroyed, the clone secret nests have completely collapsed, and the Inheritors Family has not a shred of leftover scum left. From now on, no one will dare to hunt you down again, and no one can shake your origin."
Silk nodded gently, a shallow layer of mist rippling in her clear eyes. The panic, despair, and fatigue accumulated over the days completely dissolved, leaving only ultimate stability and gratitude.
She raised her eyes to look at the youth in front of her, her eyes brimming with pure reliance and admiration, and said softly, "Thank you, Loren, for saving me once again."
If it were a moment later, she would have been forcibly sacrificed, the destiny of the spider lineage might have collapsed once again, and the peace of all parallel Universes would have turned into bubbles. It was Lorenwho crossed dimensions and once again pulled her back from the desperate situation, giving her a true rebirth.
Having gone through this near-death tribulation, the two women knew very well in their hearts that the so-called ending of the crisis and the stability of the years were never gifts of destiny, but were exchanged by the person before them with one hand of slaughter and one hand of protection.
Looking at the two young girls in front of him who still carried lingering fear and were physically and mentally exhausted, Loren pondered for a moment and slowly spoke, his tone gentle yet carrying an unrejectable reliability: "Don't rush to return to your respective Universes for the time being."
The two women raised their eyes at the same time, with a hint of confusion in their eyes.
"This time the Inheritors hiddenly held clone trump cards, lying dormant for eternity without being exposed. No one can be sure whether there are still sporadic secret remnants remaining in the interlayers of the heavens, and the space-time order has not yet completely stabilized in a short time."
Loren patiently explained, his gaze falling on the two women, full of reliable protection, "You have just experienced a great battle, suffered injuries, and your origins have been over-consumed. Returning rashly to the Universe to reorganize order is too exhausting and also hides subtle risks."
"For the next month, you can rest assured and stay in the manor to recuperate. This place is independent of all parallel Universes, unaffected by space-time fluctuations, absolutely safe, and no one can spy on or disturb you."
"Wait until a month later when the heavenly spiderweb is completely stabilized, all hidden dangers are completely cleared to zero, and your body and mind are fully recovered, then you can return safely."
This arrangement was comprehensive, gentle, and meticulous, full of protection everywhere.
Silk and Spider-Woman exchanged a glance, a flash of joy and moving emotion sweeping across the depths of each other's eyes.
They originally thought that the end of the storm meant parting was imminent, and in this lifetime they could only miss each other remotely across the dimensions of the heavens, hiding this redemption and tenderness deep in their hearts.
But they never expected that they could still have a month of stable time, staying in this pure land, staying by the side of the person who protected them, without having to rush, without having to fight, and without having to panic.
This was the most luxurious and precious stability after they had gone through eternal darkness and half a lifetime of wandering.
"We are willing."
The two women nodded gently almost at the same time, their eyebrows and eyes soft, their tones well-behaved and solemn. Without the slightest hesitation or half a bit of declining, their hearts were full of joyful consent.
Being able to stay in this secluded manor, escape all the fires of war and universal shackles, stay away from hunting and destiny, rest peacefully, heal themselves quietly, and accompany the person who redeemed them was the fulfillment they desired most at this moment.
Gwen stood aside, her brows and eyes smiling gently, without a bit of estrangement, her heart full of fulfillment and joy.
She knew Loren's gentle sense of responsibility best, and she also understood best the suffering of her two companions drifting for half their lives and having their fates out of their control.
Now that the dust had settled, everyone had gained stability, and being able to accompany and guard each other was the best ending.
From then on, the manor completely bid farewell to the smoke of war, ushering in a truly relaxed, gentle, and leisurely time.
In the following days, there were no space-time tremors, no cross-border crises, no destiny oppression, and no life-and-death battles.
The manor was located in an independent space-time, with constant temperature in all seasons, clear wind and bright moon. By day, blooming flowers adorned the branches and clear breeze passed through the woods; by night, the galaxy hung down and the evening breeze was lingering, making the years so gentle it felt almost unreal.
Silk and Spider-Woman completely unloaded all their armor, all responsibilities, and all heavy burdens.
In the past days, they were Guardian shuttling through the heavens, soldiers moving forward with heavy loads, always keeping their minds tense, always facing the darkness head-on, and always being helpless.
But in this manor, they were just ordinary young girls able to rest, without needing to put on a brave face, without needing to endure it hard, and without needing to worry about the common people. They only needed to heal themselves peacefully and spend their days tenderly.
During the day, the three of them would stroll together along the garden's floral paths, watching the rippling pool water and the lush vegetation, listening to the rustling evening breeze and the crisp bird songs.
The manor's unique space-time nourishment allowed the two women's damaged physical bodies to repair rapidly. The fatigue and hidden injuries left by days of campaigning dissipated bit by bit, their complexions became increasingly warm and moist, and the haze in the depths of their eyes was completely replaced by clear brightness.
Sometimes they would sit quietly in the pavilion, listening to Loren chat about the laws of the heavens and space-time secrets, learning the operational rules of countless Universes and seeing through the essence of thousands of disputes.
Those universal truths that they could not reach before were narrated by Loren smoothly, gently, and transparently, making their states of mind increasingly clear and their horizons increasingly broad.
Sometimes Gwen would bring the two of them to tend to the garden flowers and plants, brew tea and chat idly, recounting the bumps and joys of each other's journey all the way here.
Being fellow holders of spider totems, the homology bond made their hearts connected, and they understood each other without saying much. In just a few short days, the friendship among the three became increasingly mellow and close.
Chapter 545: The Happy Four-Person World
The long years of flight and slaughter had long made them forget what stability and leisure meant.
Now, being together day and night and surrounded by gentle years, their minds, which had been tightly strung for half a lifetime, finally returned to complete softness and peace.
After days of companionship, the tenderness grew stronger, and the palpitations deep in their hearts quietly fermented and settled layer by layer.
Spider-Woman had always been calm and rational; having weathered storms with a resilient character, she was consistently restrained and self-contained.
Yet over the past few days, Loren's gentle protection, tolerant pampering, and steady reliability had knocked on the bottom of her heart time and time again.
She had seen the darkest evils of the heavens, the most selfish powerhouses, and the most cold-hearted rules.
Only Loren held supreme power yet retained compassion, wielding the order of the heavens yet treating all living beings with gentleness.
He saved them from desperate situations, freed them from their fates, and granted them stability.
This redemption transcended dimensions, and this guardianship asked for nothing in return.
It had long transformed her initial gratitude and adoration into a deep, sincere infatuation and attachment.
She was no longer that lonely, helpless Universe Guardianfighting alone.
In this pure land and by this person's side.
She could finally strip off all her armor, lay down all her strength, and openly indulge in this hard-won tenderness.
Silk's feelings were even more pure and burning.
Ever since the day her totem awakened, she had been a prisoner of fate and a target for hunting.
Wandering all her life and terrified for half of it, she had never been cherished, protected, or taken to heart by anyone.
Loren tore apart the sacrificial fate that had imprisoned her for eternity, crushed the nightmares that had hunted her for countless years, and gave her a new life and freedom.
To her, Loren was not just a powerhouse and a benefactor, but the light that redeemed her entire life, as well as the only stability and destination deep in her heart.
As for Gwen, she had long given her entire heart's love away, having gone through life and death together several times.
Her attachment and adoration for Loren had long penetrated her bones and merged into her soul, steady and firm.
The three of them shared clear intentions with undercurrents of affection, and their homologous Spider-Sense gently resonated in the quiet manor.
Wisps of bonds intertwined and wove together, gentle, lingering, and silent.
Night gradually fell, the starry river filled the sky, and clear starlight spilled over the entire manor.
The evening breeze carried floral fragrance as it gently swept across the courtyard, tender and lingering, with peaceful years.
The leisure of reference days came to an end, and the night was just gently right, shedding all hustle and bustle, leaving only the ultimate tranquility and warmth.
Having experienced desperate life-and-death situations and the impermanence of fate, the three of them were exceptionally clear in their hearts.
The stability before them was hard-won; surviving in a turbulent World, they cherished their blessings the most and were most reluctant to part with this tenderness.
There was no need for the tempering of war, nor the compulsion of crisis.
Merely this beauty of ordinary companionship was enough to make them willingly hand over their true hearts.
Under the gentle shroud of night, there was no constraint or shyness, no estrangement or alienation.
There were only three pure and sincere feelings rushing together toward the tenderness before them.
Gwen was the most intimate and natural, taking the lead to nestle close to Loren's side.
Her brows and eyes were docile and soft, completely shedding all her spirited sharpness, leaving only the tenderness and lingering affection unique to a young girl.
She had long been accustomed to his aura, craving his gentleness, and rooting herself by his side was the greatest fulfillment of her life.
With a hint of green softness, Silk knelt in front of Loren, greedily sucking while looking up at him.
Her eyes were filled with starlight and tenderness.
She used to be displaced and helpless, never daring to extravagantly hope for such stable warmth.
Now that she had achieved this fulfillment, her heart was filled with cherishing and piety, making her exceptionally diligent.
Spider-Woman retracted all her competence and calmness, laying down all her responsibilities and heavy burdens.
She likewise knelt in front of Loren, working together with Silk to give Loren the gentlest care.
Little Loren was sometimes with Silk and sometimes with Spider-Woman; the two of them fought over him, keeping Little Loren busy and thoroughly enjoying it.
Having moved forward carrying heavy loads for half their lives, the two of them could finally put down all their exhaustion and openly indulge in this stable tenderness.
The homologous senses of the three quietly resonated, their gentle palpitations blending and entangling with each other, delicate, lingering, gentle, and pure.
There was no intense and scorching restlessness, only the stability precipitated by the years, the cherishing of surviving desperate straits, and a willingness to offer oneself.
Loren quietly felt the three sincere and pure feelings beside him, a gentle smile rippling in the depths of his eyes.
He wielded the order of the heavens, pacified thousands of disasters, and was accustomed to the cruelty of the Universe, the coldness of human hearts, and the greed of races.
Yet in this pure land he personally guarded, he reaped the cleanest, most sincere, and gentlest true hearts.
He raised his hand to gently soothe the backs of the three, giving them the most powerful support behind them.
Regarding his support, the three in front of him were also gentle and tolerant throughout, full of love, unwilling to stop even until it overflowed.
The evening breeze passed through the windows, the starry river fell into their embrace, the night was gentle, and the years were quiet and good.
There was no smoke of war, no spatial-temporal turbulence, no oppression of fate, and no melancholy of parting.
At this moment, there was only the tenderness of companionship, the stability of staying together, the fulfillment of being together, and the joy of collision.
Having gone through eternal catastrophes and flattened the darkness of the heavens, they finally ended up with a room full of tenderness, three people accompanying each other, and peaceful years.
The next full thirty days were gentle years completely detached from the disputes of the heavens and stripped of the shackles of fate, a relaxed daily routine belonging exclusively to the four of them in this spacetime manor.
Without the anxiety of war, spatial tremors, hunting panic, or heavy burdens of mission, every morning and evening was filled with cool breezes, warm sun, gentle flowers and trees, and day-and-night companionship, living out the stability of the remaining years in a turbulent World into the most enviable celestial scenery in the heavens.
The manor stood independent of all parallel Universes, forming a complete Small World of its own, with constant time order and spring-like weather all year round; there were never sudden changes in wind and rain, nor alternations of cold and heat; the morning light was gentle and non-scorching, and the evening breeze was clear, moist, and not chilly.
The bluestone path of the courtyard was clean and dust-free, flowers and trees on both sides bloomed one after another, blooming flowers dotted the branches, vegetation remained verdant all year round, and the pool water was clear as a mirror, reflecting floating clouds and the galaxy; every inch of the scenery was quiet and healing, enough to smooth away all the wind and frost of the years.
Every morning, as the sky grew slightly bright, fragmented morning light spilled into the room through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, and the gentle light spread softly, awakening the sleeping courtyard.
In the past, the mornings of Silk and Spider-Woman were always accompanied by taut nerves and vigilance, either shuttling across the Universe to rescue crises or hiding their figures to avoid being hunted; there had never been a single day when they could sleep soundly and wake up calmly in the morning.
Yet here, they did not need any vigilance or disguise, and their Spider-Sense completely cast off its year-round early-warning state, returning to peace and relaxation.
Both women slept soundly until dawn, their sleeping postures stable and relaxed, their brows and eyes unfurled, shedding all the sharpness of the battlefield and the panic deep in their hearts.
The exhaustion from millennia of flight and hundreds of battles of slaughter was completely smoothed out bit by bit in this pure and stable spacetime.
Gwen had always been accustomed to a gentle routine and was always the first to wake up, getting up lightly so as not to disturb the other two sleeping beside her and Loren.
She would push open the window, letting the morning breeze laden with the fragrance of grass and trees pour into the room, and then walk into the courtyard to tend to the flowers and plants filling the garden.
Watering, pruning, and gently sweeping away fallen flowers, her movements were gentle and skillful, and the fragmented morning light fell on the tips of her hair and shoulders, tender and quiet.
Chapter 546: Integrating into the Big Family!
Before long, Silk would slowly awaken.
She possessed a tender and naive temperament, and having spent years displaced and without a fixed abode, she had long forgotten what it felt like to sleep soundly and peacefully.
Every morning in the manor was the most grounded moment of her life, free from the oppression of destiny, the shadows of pursuit, and the panic of having her origin extracted.
Upon waking and raising her eyes, she would see clear skies and gentle flowers and trees, with steady companions and the person guarding her by her side, her heart filled with a burning sense of groundedness and contentment.
Spider-Woman woke up shortly after.
The self-discipline forged from years of battle was engraved into her bones, so even in an absolute safe haven, her daily routine remained orderly.
Yet at this moment, she no longer needed to wake up to immediate crises and rush into the battlefield.
She had shed the cold rigidity of a veteran warrior, taking on a bit of relaxed gentleness.
Looking at the two women before him—whose states of mind were now crystal clear and whose physical origins had been fully restored—Loren already had a thorough arrangement in mind.
Silk and Spider-Woman had long since completely surrendered their true hearts.
This affection and attachment transcending dimensions had long surpassed ordinary redemption and gratitude.
They were no longer temporary guests residing briefly, but family members worthy of being guarded for a long time and included in the rest of his life.
It was also time to let them completely integrate into his life, into this gentle and complete big family.
The afternoon sunlight was at its most lazy, with warm golden light blanketing the entire manor courtyard.
Loren sat on the wooden rattan bench in the center of the courtyard, his posture relaxed and lazy.
Stripped of all the biting sharpness of a Guardian, only warmth and peace remained.
Gwen obediently snuggled up to his side, her head resting gently against his shoulder.
Her fingertips unconsciously brushed against his sleeve, her brows and eyes gentle and lingering.
Silk sat on the lawn not far away, her legs gently stretched out, her fingertips toying with the verdant blades of grass and tiny white flowers.
The sunlight fell on her delicate and soft profile, fading away her past cowardice and pallor, leaving only the vitality and sweetness unique to a young girl.
Spider-Woman stood quietly beside the flower path, her posture upright yet no longer tense.
The sharp aura forged from years of battle completely melted away, her brows and eyes relaxed and gentle.
She quietly gazed at the full-blown scenery of the garden, her eyes filled with unprecedented relaxation and peace.
Feeling the completely peaceful atmosphere around him, Loren slowly spoke, his voice gentle: "There is something I want to tell you."
The two women raised their eyes simultaneously, their gazes landing on him in unison, with a hint of soft confusion in the depths of their eyes.
"This manor is not only a residence for you to recuperate temporarily, but also the destination for all my family members."
Loren spoke at an even pace, his words sincere and warm.
"These days you have stayed by my side, treating me with sincerity and fully surrendering yourselves, I have seen it all in my eyes.
You no longer need to be drifting and homeless Guardians, nor do you need to be lonely shadows entangled by destiny.
Starting today, I want to officially include you among my family."
"By my side, there are many family members who have accompanied me all the way, shared life and death, and entrusted the rest of their lives to one another.
I will take you to meet them, and from then on, the two of you will no longer be alone.
You have a destination, companions, and family; stay in this pure land forever and blend into our big family."
These gentle words fell, yet instantly shattered the final reticence and alienation deep inside Silk and Spider-Woman's hearts.
During these days, they had grown greedy for the peace here and attached to Loren's gentleness.
Yet they always vaguely felt that they were outsiders and temporary guests.
They always thought that once the month was up, they would have to return to their respective Universes, yearning for each other across the dimensions of the heavens.
They had never dared to hope that they could truly take root in this gentleness and genuinely possess a destination and family of their own.
Silk stared blankly at Loren, her clear eyes instantly brimming with a thin layer of mist.
Her heart was burning and sore, completely filled with unexpected emotion.
Ever since she gained consciousness and awakened the Bride Totem.
To her, the world held only hunting, imprisonment, sacrifice, and despair.
No one had ever been willing to accept her, guard her, or give her a home.
She was a sacrifice to eternal destiny, a target hunted by the heavens, an outcast whom no one dared to approach or protect.
Having drifted alone for endless years, she had long grown accustomed to being solitary and having no one to lean on.
Yet at this moment, a single sentence from Loren gave her a thousand years of bitter loneliness and ten thousand years of drifting a destination.
"Really… can I?"
Silk's voice was soft and gentle, carrying a trace of restrained trembling, her naive eyes filled with anticipation and unease.
Spider-Woman's state of mind was also surging with turbulent waves, rare emotion welling up in the depths of her steady eyes.
Having traversed thousands of parallel Universes, she had seen the most extreme coldness and cruelty in the world.
Having seen countless powerhouses scatter when profits were exhausted and abandon each other in times of trouble, she no longer believed that such pure acceptance and tolerance existed in the world.
She originally thought that obtaining Loren's redemption and a month of peace was already the greatest luck of her life.
She had never dared to covet long-term companionship, inclusion in the family, or staying together year after year.
Fighting alone year round and bearing all the darkness and slaughter by herself had long made her forget what family was and what the warmth of living together felt like.
Loren raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Silk's head, his fingertips carrying a warm temperature that smoothed away all her unease.
"Naturally you can. With me, those who treat each other with sincerity are all family.
From now on, you are a part of this home; there is no need for loneliness, no need for drifting, and no need for panic."
Gwen smiled and nodded from the side, her brows and eyes gentle and clear, her heart full of fulfillment and joy.
"How wonderful, from now on we are truly a family.
The other sisters are all very good, each gentle and dazzling, and they will definitely like you very much."
Gwen had long integrated into this huge big family and knew the character of everyone well.
Some had experienced battle slaughter yet remained soft at heart, some held high positions yet were warm and modest, while others were vivid, bright, and purely sincere.
She understood the loneliness and hardship of Silk and Spider-Woman best, and was sincerely happy for the two of them.
Having endured endless darkness, they finally managed to break free from destiny, possessing a room full of gentle family members and a peaceful rest of their lives.
Having received a definite promise, Silk's tightly wound heartstrings completely relaxed.
The corners of her mouth slowly curled into a sweet, bright smile, the mist in her eyes quietly melting away, filling them with brilliant starlight.
Spider-Woman slightly nodded, gentleness, relief, and certainty rippling in the depths of her eyes, softly responding with a gentle and solemn tone.
"Okay."
A single simple word settled all the destinations for the rest of their lives.
Loren said no more, his fingertips gently condensing a wisp of warm space-time shimmer, silently sweeping across the entire manor barrier.
The barrier of this independent space-time moved with his will, trembling gently as a soft space-time passage quietly unfolded in the side courtyard of the manor.
There were no biting spatial fluctuations, no dangerous dimensional rifts, only warm tenderness flowing slowly.
The next instant, dozens of graceful figures with varied postures and completely different temperaments stepped on the evening wind and soft light, slowly walking into the courtyard.
Chapter 547: They Are All Family
They were all family members who had accompanied Loren through thick and thin, sharing life and death and giving their true hearts along the way.
Among them, fifteen were artificial human wives crafted by Loren's own hands: the cold and resilient 2B, the gentle and transparent A2, the resolute and gentle Tifa, the dashing and decisive Commander White, and the lively and cute Marie Rose.
The cold and powerful Android 18, the steady and majestic Tsunade, the gentle and introverted Hinata, the refined and stunning Mei Terumi, the passionate and dashing Mai Shiranui, the bright and domineering Hancock, and the sexy and charming Eve.
As well as the artificial Angel Ikaros triplets whose body stats were off the charts.
The remaining seven were native beauties of the Marvel Universe: the Serpent beauty - Viper, the Asgardian Valkyrie - Sif, the Scarlet Witch - Wanda, the Elemental Queen - Crystal, the Quake woman - Daisy, the stunning housewife - Medusa, plus Gwen by his side.
Together, they formed this massive, warm, and seamless complete big family.
In the past, they each rested, recuperated, and conditioned their bodies and minds in different areas of the estate—some sat in meditation to comprehend the Dao, some spent time in leisure, some tended to the residence, and some healed their minds. Only when Loren summoned them would they gather together.
Receiving notification from Loren today, they all put aside their trivial matters, gently kept the appointment, and came to meet the two new family members.
The moment they first met, the courtyard quietly fell silent, devoid of unfamiliar restraint and alienation, filled only with gentle appraisal and kind exploration.
Silk was slightly shy and nervous, instinctively clutching the corner of her clothes tightly, her figure slightly pulled in, carrying the unique bashfulness of a young girl.
Years of lonely drifting made her unaccustomed to interacting with people.
Facing a group of older sisters with exceptional temperaments, she inevitably felt flustered, with a hint of cautious anticipation deep in her eyes.
Spider-Woman, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, with an upright posture, gentle brows and eyes, and just the right amount of politeness and modesty.
Her experience across the heavens gave her a sense of propriety in handling matters, and even upon first meeting the top beauties from different Worlds, she fully displayed clarity and gentleness.
Yet deep in her eyes, a trace of imperceptible emotional stirring and anticipation was hidden.
Loren stood up, naturally took the wrists of the two women, and gently brought them before everyone.
His voice was gentle and solemn as he formally introduced them to each other: "Let me introduce everyone, this is Silk, and this is Spider-Woman."
"They have survived the pursuit of endless flames of war, drifted for half their lives covered in wind and frost, bound by destiny, and have never known peaceful times."
"Now they have completely broken free from all shackles and tribulations, and from now on, they are our family."
"They will stay in the estate for a long time, spending peaceful days and accompanying us year after year."
It was a simple introduction, without deliberate buildup or unnecessary embellishment.
Yet it was full of solemn recognition, firmly placing the identities of the two into the position of "family".
The moment his voice fell, what greeted them was the unreserved, enthusiastic welcome and gentle kindness of twenty-two people.
There was not the slightest bit of exclusion, probing, or alienation.
The first to step forward was 2B, her simple and elegant attire shedding the coldness of past battles.
Her brows and eyes were warm and soft, having cast off the murderous and aggressive aura of doomsday campaigns, leaving only the gentle tranquility precipitated by time.
She walked forward slowly, her fingertips gentle as she lightly grasped Silk's slightly cool palm.
The temperature of her palm was warm and soft, and her voice was clear and healing: "Welcome to our big family. From now on, there will be no more pursuits or destiny here; you can always rest assured and always be favored."
A2 followed closely behind, her once unbridled and sharp aura completely retracted, replaced by a casual gentleness.
She smiled faintly at Spider-Woman, open and sincere: "It is not easy to survive from endless flames of war and destiny. From now on, you don't have to carry everything alone; all of us sisters will help you."
Tifa smiled gently, her brows and eyes warm and touching, carrying an inherent power to heal people's hearts as she softly spoke: "We will be family from now on, so don't be constrained. Just relax and slowly feel the gentleness here."
The Commander White possessed a dashing and neat temperament, yet she was extremely enthusiastic toward others, taking the initiative to strike up a conversation, cheerful yet gentle.
"I've long heard Master mention the two of you. Having endured so many desperate situations, you deserve all things good. From now on, the estate will be your most stable harbor. We are here for everything, so you don't have to act tough anymore."
Marie Rose had a lively and cute personality, skipping forward with curved brows and eyes, full of vitality, instantly diluting the restraint of their first meeting: "Welcome, two big sisters! From now on, we will play together, look at flowers and the sea together, and never have to fight again!"
Android 18's cold brows and eyes were tinged with a faint smile, and habitually reticent as she was, she now took the initiative to offer a gentle greeting, concise yet sincere: "Rest well, it's very safe here."
Having lived in solitude for years, she understood the taste of loneliness best, and thus felt an extra sense of heartache and affection for the two newcomers who had drifted for half their lives.
Tsunade had shed her majestic aura, leaving only mature and gentle tolerance, her tone warm and magnanimous: "Surviving the troubled times is the rarest thing of all. From now on, there is no need to carry heavy burdens; just live your days as you please. We are all your family."
Hinata's personality was gentle and introverted, shy yet sincere, as she gently nodded with a slight smile: "W-Welcome... From now on, we can share any matter together."
Mei Terumi was refined and graceful, having shed the dignity and solemnity of the Mizukage, her brows and eyes as gentle as water, and her speech gentle and appropriate: "Crossing thousands of wind and rain, we have finally found our home. From now on, year after year will be safe and sound, enjoying the mortal World together."
Mai Shiranui was passionate and radiant, with an agile figure and a smile that was both flamboyant and gentle: "The days of drifting are over! Follow us from now on, with lively days and gentle years!"
Even though Hancock was naturally bright and domineering, at this moment she restrained all her arrogance, leaving only gentle acceptance in the depths of her eyes, softly saying: "Since they are family recognized by Master, they are my family. From now on, no one will ever dare to bully you again."
Everyone from Marvel also stepped forward gently, treating them with sincere hearts.
Twenty-two beauties with distinct temperaments and their own unique elegance.
At this moment, they all set aside every identity, every sharp edge, and all past fierceness.
Leaving only the purest goodwill, the most sincere acceptance, and the gentlest cherishing.
Everyone clearly knew that those accepted by Loren must be people of pure character who, having experienced hardships, still remained gentle.
Everyone had endured their own wind, rain, and tribulations, understanding best the difficulty of surviving desperate situations, and cherishing the fate of being treated with sincere hearts the most.
Therefore, toward the two new family members, they all held complete acceptance, sincere joy, and gentle care.
This sudden, overwhelming warmth.
Instantly wrapped around Silk and Spider-Woman, melting their loneliness and chill.
Silk had never been surrounded, accepted, and cherished by such peerlessly elegant, gentle, and kind crowds.
The shyness in the depths of her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a bright smile.
She gently nodded in response to every bit of kindness, her heart burning and soft, and her previous drifting completely vanished into thin air.
Spider-Woman had experienced all the coldness and warmth of human hearts, but at this moment she truly felt unadulterated goodwill and tolerance.
She had always walked alone before, fighting bloody battles and enduring hot and cold on her own, long accustomed to carrying all the darkness by herself.
She never thought that one day she could possess such a grand and warm big family.
Treated sincerely and cared for properly by countless gentle people.
"Thank you." Spider-Woman spoke sincerely, her tone gentle and solemn, her eyes full of emotion.
"In the days to come, please take good care of us."
"We are all family, no need to be polite." Everyone responded in unison, the atmosphere gentle, enthusiastic, and full of warmth.
Chapter 548: The Happiness of the Twenty-Four Sisters
Chapter 548
Gwen stood to the side, her eyebrows curved into crescents, watching the scene of everyone blending together with utter joy.
The homologous Spider-Sense gently resonated, and the gentle bonds intertwined, making her feel exceptionally at ease.
From then on, she was no longer the only Spider-Totem holder in this family.
With companions walking side by side and sisters whose hearts beat as one, the warmth in this large family grew even denser.
After just a brief moment of interaction, the unfamiliarity of their first meeting completely vanished into thin air.
Sincerity is always the most touching bond; a group of people with pure minds, who had weathered storms and were gently inclined toward goodness, gathered in one place.
There was no need for deliberate familiarity or forced flattery; naturally, their hearts merged and the atmosphere was harmonious.
From then on, Silk and Spider-Woman completely completed the transformation of their identities.
They were no longer cross-border guests, nor short-term transient visitors.
Instead, they were truly a part of this pure land, integrated into the massive family, possessing countless gentle family members.
The communal, gentle daily life belonging to everyone officially began from this moment.
The days at the manor were no longer the quiet and peacefulness of just a few people.
Instead, it was the lively, gentle, and bustling warmth accompanied by twenty-four sisters.
With the increase in numbers, warmth overflowed.
The massive courtyard was completely filled with gentleness and hustle and bustle, with laughter and gentle whispers everywhere.
Every inch of the scenery was vivid and healing, filled with the most touching warmth in the mortal World.
The morning manor awoke more gently and vividly than usual.
The sky was slightly bright, and fragmented morning light pierced through the thin mist, gently scattering across the courtyard.
The breeze, carrying the fresh fragrance of grass, trees, and blooming flowers, drifted across the entire manor.
The once-quiet mornings now had gentle movements and fragmented laughter early on.
Gentle yet not noisy, relaxed and healing.
Everyone displayed their strengths and took joy in their respective duties, managing the bustling mortal atmosphere of the morning to the fullest.
The diligent and gentle Tifa and Hinata got up early and walked into the spacious and transparent kitchen.
Carefully preparing a rich and exquisite morning meal, with wisps of cooking smoke and overflowing aromas, healing the gentleness deep in everyone's hearts.
Marie Rose, Nymph, and Ikaros, whose personalities were the most lively and vibrant, strolled and played together along the flower path.
Treading on the slightly cool morning light, chasing the morning breeze and falling flowers, their laughter filled the air, lighting up the entire morning.
Tsunade, Mei Terumi, Mai Shiranui, Hancock, Number 18, Sif, Wanda, Daisy, and Medusa were casual and relaxed.
Either standing quietly on the terrace to admire the morning glow, or sitting quietly in the pavilion to chat leisurely.
They shed their respective sharp edges, acting only as ordinary family members living peacefully, relaxed, free, gentle, and leisurely.
Silk still retained her youthful appearance with soft eyebrows and eyes, but waking up now, there were no longer just a few people by her side; looking up, the whole house was filled with peerless, gentle, and kind figures.
The stiffness of being a newcomer had long completely dissipated; under everyone's ultimate gentle tolerance and active closeness, she completely opened herself up, shedding all cowardice and shyness, and gradually revealing a young girl's vibrant and bright nature.
She would follow Hinata and Tifa to learn how to manage kitchen chores, pick the freshest flowers and fruits, and carefully wash and arrange them on plates.
She would follow Marie Rose and Nymph to play and stroll, chatting and laughing softly in the morning breeze accompanied by bird chirps.
In the past, even sleeping peacefully was an extravagant hope, and she lived every day in panic and pursuit.
She had never experienced such a bustling daily life filled with mortal warmth, nor did she understand what the gentleness of the years and the warmth of the human World meant.
Now, accompanied by a group of older sisters playing, chatting, and laughing, she unlocked the ordinary people's simplest and most precious happiness bit by bit.
The background color of year-round loneliness was bit by bit filled and healed by day-after-day bustling warmth.
Spider-Woman completely removed the armor and baggage of a strong person, no longer being constantly calm, self-contained, restrained, and introverted.
In this completely gentle large family, no one required her to carry heavy loads forward.
No one needed her to step forward, and no one needed her to shoulder all the darkness alone.
She could finally put down all responsibilities and all defenses, acting as an ordinary person who didn't need to put on a brave front and could follow her heart and nature.
In the morning, she would stretch her body along with Tsunade, breathe the sweet air, and chat about the local customs and human feelings of different Worlds;
She would stand quietly to the side, watching the young and lively ones play and chat, with gentle smiles in her eyes and her heart full of relaxation;
She would actively lend a hand when everyone was busy.
Her calm and meticulous nature allowed her to always keep trivial matters in good order, and she quickly integrated into the group.
Everyone showed exceptional favor toward the two newly joined family members.
Knowing that they had gone through hardships, survived endless pursuits and fateful tortures, everyone subconsciously treated them with gentle tolerance.
No one competed for the spotlight, no one secretly alienated others, and everyone accommodated each other, treated each other kindly, and cherished each other.
The morning terrace dining table was forever rich, warm, and full of mortal atmosphere.
The long log dining table was covered with exquisite meals, sweet fruit drinks, and soft, sticky pastries.
Dazzling yet not luxurious or ostentatious, it was filled with a simple and healing mortal atmosphere.
Twenty-four people sat around casually, without distinction of primary and secondary, without hierarchy, without distinction of closeness, everyone was relaxed, free, and accompanied each other equally.
Soft laughter drifted across the courtyard, topics spanned far and wide, all being gentle and trivial.
Everyone would share the fragmented interesting anecdotes of their pasts, chatting about the unique scenery of different Universes and different Worlds.
Talking about the growth of flowers and plants, the rise and fall of the galaxy, and discussing the gentle trivialities of daily life.
Completely away from the flames of war, disputes, destiny, and slaughter.
Silk gradually became lively and fond of smiling, taking the initiative to strike up conversations, sharing her small insights with curved eyes and a smiling face, and handing pastries and tea to everyone; her sweet and soft appearance made her exceptionally endearing.
Under the care of the older sisters, she became more and more confident and radiant, completely shedding her past humility and cowardice.
Spider-Woman would also occasionally lay down her calmness, smiling in response to everyone's casual chatter.
Occasionally teasing and joking, her gentle and transparent temperament made her exceptionally versatile and approachable.
She would listen to everyone's daily trivialities, and also shallowly share what she had seen and heard while traveling through the heavens.
Marie Rose and Nymph were forever the most lively and vibrant harmonizers, shuttling between everyone, playing and chatting with laughter.
Making the atmosphere of the entire massive family increasingly harmonious, warm, and brimming with warmth.
And Loren was forever the gentlest accommodator and Guardian.
He sat quietly in the crowd, looking gently at the bustling mortal warmth before him, his eyes filled with relaxed smiles.
Having pacified the darkness of the heavens and shouldered cataclysms, what he sought was never supreme fame or the submission of the heavens.
It was merely this gentle daily life surrounded by family, safe and peaceful year after year.
After breakfast came the relaxed time when everyone traveled together.
Every corner of the manor hid the gentle traces of everyone accompanying each other.
The daytime sunshine was just right, and the breeze was not dry.
Everyone formed groups freely and walked casually, strolling along the long flower path and moving slowly along the banks of the clear pool water.
Blossoming flowers, lush vegetation, koi fish chasing the water, and birds chirping softly—every step presented a view, all of which were healing landscapes.
Everyone gathered in groups of two or three, holding hands as they walked, strolling leisurely and wantonly passing the gentle time.
And just as they were enjoying this rare period of leisure, a brand-new crisis was closing in on them.
Chapter 549: Mysterious Woman
Chapter 549
The boundary of the heavens remained as stable as ever, and the gentle years of the manor were still flowing slowly.
For days, Loren had been inseparable from his beauties day and night. Their days were leisurely, relaxed, and filled with the warmth of domesticity—the rarest and most blissful scenery after pacifying the disputes of the heavens.
The huge manor isolated all the wars, conflicts, and crises of all Universes. More than twenty peerless women coexisted in this pure land, free from suspicion, estrangement, or disputes, keeping each other company day and night with deep affection.
Laughter echoed among the flower paths of the courtyard, the fragrance of tea curled lazily over the terrace, leisure pervaded the lawn, and the lights inside the house cast a tender and lingering glow.
Silk had long since completely shed the cowardice and panic imprisoned by her thousand-year destiny. Under the gentle care of her older sisters, she had become bright, lively, relaxed, and confident. No longer fearing loneliness or hunting, she was entirely the image of a gentle girl wrapped in love.
Spider-Woman had also completely cast off the armor and fatigue of fighting alone, put down the heavy burden of carrying the darkness of the heavens by herself, and stripped away the killing intent and hardships all over her body, cultivating a gentle and lucid state of mind while enjoying the ordinary and stable daily life of living in a group day by day.
Gwen shuttled between the crowd, while 2B and A2 stood quietly under the flowers chatting idly.
Tifa and Hinata took care of the three daily meals in the kitchen, offering gentle healing and lingering warmth.
Tsunade, Mei Terumi, and Hancock quietly admired the breeze and the moon.
Android 18, Natasha, and Wanda each found their own joy, and the entire manor was peaceful and serene, with everything safe and sound.
Loren leaned lazily against the white jade rattan chair in the center of the courtyard, his whole body relaxed and unrestrained, completely devoid of the sharp and piercing edge of a Guardian of the heavens.
He quietly watched the warm domesticity and the room full of beauties before him, his eyes brimming with tender smiles.
Everyone was immersed in this ultimate tenderness and relaxation.
Thinking that year after year in the future would be such a waveless and tranquil fairy-like daily life.
But at this very moment, the world suddenly changed.
Hum——
A low, heavy, and highly penetrating energy tremor abruptly tore through the tranquility of the entire space-time.
This fluctuation did not come from inside the manor, nor was it an ordinary disturbance from the surrounding dimensions.
Instead, separated by distant space, it accurately and explosively burst from the center of New York City.
The energy level was massive, violent, and chaotic, carrying the shattered power of space-time and ultimate mental shockwaves.
It instantly penetrated layers of dimensional barriers, and even across endless spatial distances, it was still clearly transmitted into Loren's perception.
The originally warm and peaceful aura suddenly became chaotic. The blooming flowers in the courtyard trembled abruptly, petals fell rustlingly from the branches, and ripples rose layer upon layer on the clear pool water.
For the first time, a subtle turbulence appeared in the entire stable space-time of the manor.
The people who were chatting and frolicking instantly withdrew their smiles, and their auras condensed slightly.
2B's eyes sank slightly, and her eyelashes trembled. The crisis intuition cultivated from years of warfare instantly awakened. Her cold gaze looked towards the outside void, and a faint defensive halo faintly appeared around her body.
A2 straightened her posture slightly, shedding her laziness and casualness as her bone-deep killing instinct quietly revived.
Wanda, Daisy, and Medusa simultaneously perceived the violent energy turbulence in the distance, their brows furrowing slightly with solemn expressions.
Tsunade, Mei Terumi, Mai Shiranui, and a group of battle-hardened powerhouses all put away their relaxed postures and vigilantly looked toward the direction of the center of New York City.
"Such strong energy fluctuations, mixed with the power of shattered space-time and ultimate psychokinesis!"
Wanda spoke in a low voice, her extremely strong perception allowing her to accurately capture the anomalies within the fluctuations, and her tone carried a hint of solemnity.
She had seen countless powerhouses and abilities, but she had never felt such a violent and extremely contradictory energy that was actually on par with her Chaos Magic.
It possessed both the overbearingness to destroy everything, the weakness of being on the verge of collapse, and the disordered power of tearing through space-time.
Everyone's gaze instantly converged on Loren, waiting quietly for his judgment.
Only Loren's expression remained unchanged, except that the gentleness and relaxation in the depths of his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a composure and indifference that surpassed the heavens.
This manor was created by his own hands, the space-time barrier was set up by his own hands, and the order of the heavens was stabilized by his own hands.
Whenever the slightest anomaly occurred on Earth or in the dimensions of the heavens, it could not escape his perception.
Furthermore, this energy fluctuation transmitted across endless space was violent, disordered, and carried extremely strong psychokinesis; it was definitely not something that ordinary ability users or super-powerhouses could trigger.
Without needing to cross realms to investigate or shuttle through space-time, a trace of warm light quietly lit up between Loren's brows.
As a multiverse-level powerhouse, he possessed top-tier telepathy and the ability to see through all things.
With a single thought, he could cross thousands of dimensions and perceive the truth from thousands of miles away.
His top-tier telepathy fully unfolded, and his formless and substance-less mental power instantly penetrated layers of spatial barriers, crossed a distant distance, and accurately enveloped the entire center of New York City.
Reflecting the scene from thousands of miles away into his mind without any obstruction and in meticulous detail.
The clear picture, the realistic sounds, and the chaotic energy flow were all reflected in his perception.
At this moment, the center of New York City no longer retained its past bustling and clamor.
The high-rise buildings that originally stood in rows collapsed and fractured on a large scale, the streets were shattered, and dust was flying.
Shattered stones and debris filled the sky, floating in mid-air, and the core area of the entire city had been reduced to a dilapidated and messy battlefield.
Violent winds howled, energy turbulence raged wantonly, and the air was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder and burnt metal.
There was also a trace of an extremely faint yet incomparably clear scent of fresh blood.
Above the city, a huge, ferocious, and irregular black space-time crack propped itself open abruptly, tearing through the clear firmament.
The edges of the crack were intertwined with shattered and disordered space-time patterns, and wisps of pitch-black energy continuously leaked out, stirring the energy order of the entire heaven and Earth.
This was a solid cross-dimensional space-time rift, which could never be opened by ordinary superpowers, technology, or magic. It was a channel that forcibly tore through the barriers of the heavens and crossed parallel Universes.
Right below this ferocious space-time rift, a woman wearing a black battle suit, with a slender figure, peerless temperament, but covered in disarray, was staggeringly standing in the center of the shattered street.
At this moment, the woman's condition was extremely poor and precarious.
Her tight black combat uniform was torn and damaged in multiple places, covered with ferocious scratches, burn marks, and puncture wounds.
Her fair skin was covered with purple bruises and fine bloody scratches, and several wounds deep enough to see bone continuously oozed warm blood.
Slowly sliding down her fair skin, staining her clothes and dripping onto the ground, it was a shocking sight.
Her body, which was already stretched to its absolute limit, trembled violently and was tottering. Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and her long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably due to intense pain and exhaustion.
Her breathing was rapid and chaotic, and every breath carried a tearing pain.
The ultimate physical overdraft, exhaustion of her origin source, and severe trauma to her physical body made it almost difficult for her to stand steadily.
She could only barely rely on her own formidable physique and willpower to support herself, preventing her from crashing to the ground.
Yet even in such a weak state on the verge of collapse, her body was still shrouded in a faint orange-gold energy halo.