Chapter 29
Yang Jian rose from the chair; his clothes swayed slightly with the movement.
"Do what you're supposed to do." His gaze swept across Natasha, Coulson, Hawkeye, and Captain America.
"No need to ask about anything else."
The four unconsciously straightened their postures.
Without any further explanation, Yang Jian's figure vanished from the spot as if an eraser had wiped away a pencil sketch—without the slightest warning.
This was speed pushed to its absolute limit.
Seaside Villa Living Room
A faint scarlet glow permeated the living room.
Wanda sat cross-legged in mid-air. The Darkhold lay open before her; its pages turned on their own without wind.
The air around her was slightly distorted. Several shattered teacup fragments were slowly reassembling in defiance of physical laws.
Yang Jian's figure materialized beside the sofa.
"Yang, you're back." Wanda didn't open her eyes, but her smile gave her away.
The teacup fully restored itself at her fingertips and settled gently onto the coffee table.
"Not bad progress." Yang Jian took off his coat; the bio-field precisely hung it on the rack.
Wanda landed lightly; the Darkhold closed automatically. "The essence of chaos magic is emotion-driven. The stronger the emotion, the greater the power—that's what you taught me."
She smiled at Yang Jian: "How was it outside?"
"Met an old popsicle." Yang Jian walked to the bar cabinet, tapped the surface lightly; a bottle of red wine opened itself automatically.
"Captain America was discovered by Natasha and the others. They thawed him out."
Wanda tilted her head: "That super-soldier from World War II?"
She took the wine glass Yang Jian handed her. "How is he?"
"Stubborn. Righteous. The classic symbol of the American spirit." Yang Jian took a sip of wine.
"But soon he'll understand—this world has already changed."
Scarlet energy swirled at Wanda's fingertips; the liquid in her glass formed a vortex. "Do you need me to do anything?"
"Keep practicing your magic." Yang Jian's gaze fell on the Darkhold.
Outside the window, sunlight gradually faded.
Wanda suddenly reached out; a thread of scarlet energy wrapped around Yang Jian's wrist. "Want to try the new spell I learned?"
Her eyes sparkled with temptation. "I set up some… interesting things in the bedroom."
Yang Jian reversed the grip, catching her wrist. Scarlet energy climbed up his arm: "I hope this time you can last more than ten minutes."
"What are we betting?"
"If you win, I'll take you to experience new magic." Golden light flickered in Yang Jian's eyes.
Wanda's eyes brightened: "Deal!"
Their figures gradually blurred in the intertwining scarlet and golden light, eventually vanishing completely from the living room.
Only two floating wine glasses gently clinked, producing a crisp sound.
Deep Night Villa Balcony
A gentle breeze blew. Wanda was already asleep. Yang Jian sat quietly in the lounge chair, eyes half-closed.
His consciousness gradually sank into the depths of his mind-sea. Golden magical runes flowed around him, outlining ancient and mysterious patterns.
His mind recalled a spell from the Darkhold.
"Dreamwalking Technique."
The description said it could open doors to parallel worlds, allowing entry into another self in a parallel universe.
He formed seals with both hands. Golden magical power coiled like threads; his consciousness suddenly detached from his body and plunged into a hazy void.
Before him, countless colorful bubbles floated in the darkness. Each bubble shimmered with different light, reflecting shadows of thousands of worlds.
"Parallel universes."
Yang Jian reached out to touch one bubble, but his consciousness seemed to hit an invisible barrier.
No matter how he tried, he couldn't truly enter.
He frowned slightly, withdrew his hand, and pondered for a moment.
"So that's how it is."
He was a transmigrator—not belonging to this universe's causality.
In parallel worlds, there was no version of him—thus no anchor point.
Since consciousness couldn't attach, he would enter with pure soul.
Once there, he could confirm coordinates and then open a portal?
Thought became action.
He formed seals again. This time, the golden magical power no longer tried to merge with the world. Instead, it transformed into a pure beam of soul light and pierced straight through the bubble's barrier.
Parallel Universe New York Street
Yang Jian opened his eyes and found himself standing on an unfamiliar street.
High-rises towered around him; traffic roared. But the air carried a strange atmosphere.
He looked up. In the distance, Kingpin Tower still stood.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing the energy flow of this world.
Soon, he confirmed the coordinates. His soul instantly returned to his original body.
Real World Balcony
Yang Jian's eyes snapped open. Golden light flashed briefly in his pupils.
"Origin."
"I'm here, sir."
"Tell Wanda I'll be gone for a while."
"Understood."
Yang Jian stood up. With a wave of his hand, a golden portal opened before him—its other end precisely at the world coordinates he had just perceived.
Without hesitation, he stepped through. His figure vanished into the golden light.
Parallel Universe New York Street
Yang Jian stood atop a high-rise. Super vision swept across the entire city.
No trace of the Avengers. No Stark Tower logo. Not even a hint of S.H.I.E.L.D.
In the distance came the sound of intense fighting.
His gaze pierced several blocks, locking onto a battlefield.
A girl in a white hooded suit nimbly darted between skyscrapers, pursued by Doctor Octopus with four mechanical tentacles.
"Ghost-Spider?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting."
The next second, his figure vanished from the spot.
Elsewhere
Gwen Stacy executed a backflip. Web-line stuck to a lamppost; she narrowly evaded Doctor Octopus's mechanical tentacle.
"Don't run, little spider!" Doctor Octopus snarled, smashing a tentacle toward her landing spot.
Gwen was about to dodge when suddenly—
BOOM!!!
A black shadow flashed past. Doctor Octopus's mechanical tentacle—and his entire body—were kicked away with immense force, crashing heavily into a truck across the street!
"What the—?!" Gwen's eyes widened. She crouched on the lamppost, staring at the sudden man.
He wore black combat gear; his cape fluttered slightly in the night wind. The man exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Who are you?!" Gwen asked warily, fingers already on her web-shooter.
"Just a passing Superman." Yang Jian replied calmly.
Gwen's mouth twitched: "You serious?"
"What else would it be?"
Gwen eyed him suspiciously: "How come I've never seen you before?"
"Didn't feel like getting involved before." Yang Jian shrugged.
"Okay." Gwen shrugged back and struck the classic Spider-Man landing pose.
"I'm Ghost-Spider… um… your friendly neighborhood Spider in New York?"
"Gwen Stacy, right?" Yang Jian said directly.
Gwen froze instantly: "What?"
"NYU student, drummer, daughter of Police Captain George Stacy." Yang Jian continued.
Gwen ripped off her mask, revealing a shocked face: "You investigated me?!"
"No." Yang Jian said calmly.
"Super vision. I saw your face." He pointed to his eyes.
Gwen: "…"
She opened her mouth, closed it again, then helplessly rubbed her hair: "Okay… so why do you call yourself Superman? Your idol?"
"No. I am Superman. The real deal."
In the distance, Doctor Octopus's mechanical tentacle clanged as it emerged from the wreckage.
Gwen sighed and put her mask back on.
"Let's talk about this later—deal with Octopus first?"
"No need. He's beyond saving. It's just the tentacles moving." Yang Jian's eyes pierced straight through Doctor Octopus's body.
"What?" Gwen whipped her head around.
"He just killed someone." Yang Jian pointed to a bystander crushed by a boulder dislodged by the tentacle.
"Uh… okay." Gwen was speechless.
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