Prying open the bedroom window, Gwen twisted her body and slipped inside.
Gwen's ears twitched, and she realized the only heartbeat in the bedroom was her own.
She walked towards the bed and touched the mattress, it had already lost its warmth.
"Good evening, Gwen."
Suddenly, the bedroom light came on, and Lucas walked in from the living room, smiling and greeting Gwen.
"Good evening, Lucas."
Gwen responded to Lucas, but there was still some confusion in her eyes, as if she was wondering what he had been doing out so late.
Lucas smiled and explained, "I just had a meeting at Kamar-Taj. You know, Kamar-Taj and New York have about a twelve-hour time difference."
Gwen said, "Oh," and nodded understandingly, asking, "Is it about the extradimensional creature invasion? I heard reports that the frequency of extradimensional creature invasion incidents seems to have decreased a lot recently."
Lucas nodded subtly. "That's right."
Then, he shared the latest news from Kamar-Taj and the intelligence Mephisto had gathered with Gwen. Incidentally, he also told Gwen about Mordo's incident.
Although Lucas's storytelling skills weren't great, Gwen still listened intently, occasionally chuckling aloud.
Especially when she heard about Thor breaking the glass, she seemed to imagine how wonderful Mordo's expression must have been at that moment.
As they chatted, the two sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against each other.
But as she listened, Gwen noticed a blind spot.
She casually asked, "What brand was Mordo's red wine? Since he cherishes it so much, it must be very precious, right?"
Lucas thought for a while and said, "It seems to be a red wine from the 1947 Château Cheval Blanc. I heard that at the last auction, it sold for over two hundred thousand U.S. dollars."
"Such expensive red wine must taste very good, right?"
Looking at Gwen, who seemed a little wistful, Lucas couldn't help but stroke her short golden hair and say, "Do you want to drink some? Should I go buy a bottle now?"
Years had passed, and for the convenience of battle, Gwen still kept her hair short. This made Lucas's 'galloping' feel a little less immersive.
Gwen narrowed her eyes and said, "No need, I want to hear what you think of this wine first."
"Hmm... rich in fruit aroma, delicate taste. When you taste it, you can feel a rich fruit fragrance spreading in your mouth."
"Really? Then I want to try it now."
"Okay, I'll go buy—"
Lucas's words were interrupted by Gwen before he could finish.
However, the two interruptions were different.
Feeling Gwen's demands, Lucas responded with passion.
After a long while, their lips parted.
"Château Cheval Blanc... it is indeed very sweet."
"Not as sweet as you."
A more intense war began.
After a long time, Gwen's energy finally gave out.
She lied on Lucas, gently bit him, and teased, "You scoundrel, next time you drink and shower, remember to change your clothes."
Lucas froze, then realized.
Was his shower about drinking? Of course not.
He just happened to wash away the smell of the wine.
Lucas understood what Gwen had guessed but hadn't explicitly said. He immediately became bolder, taking charge while she was exhausted.
But although Lucas was an orphan, he had heard a saying from another mother: the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will lie.
Ultimately, to reverse the situation and turn defeat into victory, Gwen could only seek external aid.
Thus, Wanda, who had been tossing and turning sleeplessly all night, also joined the battle.
Gwen and Wanda joined forces against the enemy.
Gwen possessed unparalleled physique and an extremely high health bar.
Wanda, with Chaos Magic at her side, though having a short health bar, could constantly revive.
The two either cooperated with each other or took turns, fighting Lucas to a standstill.
Thus, this battle, which in the past would have been decided in three to five days, lasted for more than ten days, finally ending in a draw.
This was a great victory for Gwen and Wanda and also a great victory for Lucas.
They all had a beautiful future.
Happy times always fly by, and in a blink, another three months passed.
Since that evenly matched offensive and defensive battle, Lucas reached an agreement with the Spider-Demon and the Witch, and his life returned to normal.
Every morning at ten o'clock, Lucas would start work on time, fulfilling his agreement with the Creator to remove the foreign energy from the Elder Gods brought by the Creator.
The reason the working hours were postponed from nine to ten was naturally because Lucas adjusted them based on the work content.
Although there were some discrepancies from the original plan, it still conformed to the flexible working system not explicitly stated in the agreement.
In addition, the Creator also fulfilled the agreement by channeling twenty percent of the energy generated by the World Tree into a Hell provided by Lucas.
As for where this Hell came from?
This is all thanks to the generous former Dark Dimension ruler and former Octopus Dimension ruler, Dormammu.
Time rewinds to not long ago.
Strange's fearsome reputation spread even wider, intimidating countless extra-dimensional beings in the surrounding area.
Asgard's reinforcements were stationed in Kamar-Taj, and under the joint protection of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers and Asgard's reinforcements, Earth-404's defensive line was greatly strengthened.
But even so, the frequency of extra-dimensional creature invasions on Earth-404 increased again.
In the Multiverse, an energy-body creature from the Faltine dimension was stirring up trouble.
After occupying the Dimension of the Octopus, Dormammu did not stop. He continued to launch attacks on surrounding dimensions, causing the order around the 404 Universe, which had just begun to recover, to fall apart again.
Helpless, as the pillar of the orderly good alignment in the 404 Universe, for the peace of reality in the 404 Universe, Lucas could only step forward and proactively visit Dormammu.
On a mountain peak covered with large and small octopus tentacles, a humanoid fire creature sat silently.
Around the humanoid fire creature, countless octopus tentacles danced.
Both the fire humanoid creature and the octopus tentacles exuded a dark and evil aura, they were both part of the Universe's darkness.
But the combination of these two, both belonging to darkness, created a picture that was out of place.
Dormammu, this newly appointed ruler of the Octopus Dimension, his flames flickered on and off, like the fluctuating emotions in his heart.
He lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought about something, or perhaps reminiscing.
Just then, sparks flickered, and a golden-yellow portal slowly opened and formed.
And a distant voice sounded from the other side of this intricately carved portal.
"Dormammu, I've come to bargain." The voice was heard before the person was seen.
Dormammu looked up, red flames flickering in his eyes.
Although the voice was unfamiliar, the words seemed familiar to him.
Under Dormammu's gaze, a young sorcerer in a plain white robe slowly walked out of the portal.
Dormammu concentrated, looking at the young sorcerer's chest, and only exhaled in relief when he saw no eye-shaped pendant hanging there. At the same time, he felt a little disappointed.
"Young sorcerer, I don't know why you've come, but I know how you will return."
Perhaps stung by these words, Dormammu suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a dark purple energy beam.
The dark purple energy beam erupted from the mountaintop, instantly tearing through the air, creating violent ripple-like vibrations. Along the way, countless dancing tentacles seemed to sense something, freezing instantly, only trembling slightly, as if shivering.
After casually unleashing an attack, Dormammu was about to withdraw his gaze. He didn't believe a human sorcerer could survive such an attack from him.
Even when he encountered that person before, he only relied on the power of time for an infinite loop to cheat.
However, the next scene made Dormammu's gaze return.
The target of the dark purple energy attack, the young sorcerer, merely shifted his body, then drifted lightly, brushing past the terrifying dark purple energy beam.
Casually avoiding Dormammu's attack, the young sorcerer calmly said, "Dormammu, I advise you to listen to my terms."
"I won't! Ant!"
Seeing that the first attack was ineffective, Dormammu angrily raised his right arm.
In an instant, his arm transformed from a normal size to that of a mountain range, blotting out the sky.
Wielding this sky-obscuring arm, Dormammu brought a palm down towards the young sorcerer.
The young sorcerer looked at the giant palm descending from above, his expression dazed. It was as if he was shocked, and also as if he was reminiscing.
Swoosh... Boom!!!
Dormammu's giant palm successfully struck the dazed sorcerer, and continued downwards, slamming heavily onto a hill.
The ground shook, landslides occurred, and the sounds of collapsing mountains and cracking earth echoed through the valley, dust flying and obscuring the sky.
All of this demonstrated the immense power of Dormammu, and the terrifying nature of his palm strike.
But Dormammu, who had unleashed such a terrifying palm strike and hit his enemy, showed no joy on his face. The sensation of his right palm striking just now didn't feel like crushing an ant, it felt more like hitting a nail.
At this moment, his palm was actually throbbing with pain.
"I originally intended to negotiate properly with you as the Sorcerer Supreme, but I didn't expect you to attack so fiercely the moment we met, giving me no chance to speak." A long sigh sounded from the smoke and dust.
Followed by a dazzling rainbow light and an unintelligible shout.
"***!"
Boom!!!
Another roar sounded.
Dormammu was startled to find a golden creature, the size of a mountain range, sitting cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, looking down at him on the peak.
Then, the golden creature held one hand vertically in front of him and raised the other to press down on Dormammu on the mountaintop. Although this golden creature's palm was not as large as Dormammu's previous palm, it also blotted out the sky.
"Heh, interesting."
Dormammu let out a muffled grunt. He withdrew his hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched at the golden palm descending from the sky.