…
"Close your eyes, my dear."
"Since I let you witness the cruel side of human nature… it's only fair I give you a beautiful dream to mend your heart."
Leon stepped behind Diana and wrapped his arms around her—just as Jack had held Rose.
"A beautiful dream?"
Diana closed her eyes, anticipation rising in her chest.
The next instant—
Aionsega and Arcee (A2 Mode) activated simultaneously.
The former summoned towering sheets of ice, shaping structures and terrain with divine frost.
The latter released countless nano-projection drones, layering hyper-realistic holographic imagery over the frozen constructs.
The biting cold erased any lingering sense of artificiality.
When Diana opened her eyes again—
"Help!"
In the distance, the Titanic had just split in two and was beginning to sink. Panicked cries filled the air.
Sometimes imperfection is its own kind of perfection.
So Leon did not rewind the timeline to an easier, more salvageable moment.
If this were real—
He wouldn't mind playing the hero.
But this was merely his own Illusory World.
"Jack! Rose! Over here!"
Diana surged forward in exhilaration, slicing through the sea with her shield.
The small wooden boat shot forward at nearly 250 knots—so fast it practically skimmed above the water.
The centuries-old Amazon vessel nearly tore itself apart under the strain.
Fortunately, Leon froze a stabilizing layer of ice along the hull just in time, reinforcing it before disaster struck.
"See, Rose? I told you! A rescue boat would come back!"
Jack shouted excitedly.
"Mm!"
Rose nodded, shivering, helping Jack wave toward the slowing vessel.
"Over here!" ×2
"Us too! Please!"
Other survivors clinging to debris cried out.
After pulling Jack and Rose aboard, Diana refused to leave anyone behind.
Within minutes, the boat was filled to capacity.
So Diana dove back into the water, gathering floating planks from the wreckage. Using the Lasso of Truth, she bound them together into a makeshift raft large enough to support the remaining survivors.
Only then did she allow herself to rest.
This "beautiful dream"—
Perfect in its imperfection—
Healed the emptiness left behind by Leon's edited version of Titanic.
Meanwhile—
Still tied to the opposite end of the boat, gagged and freezing, Steve Trevor had witnessed the entire fabrication of this "miracle."
Even as the cold stiffened his limbs, he didn't dare make a sound.
Through the perforated gag, he inhaled sharply.
Terrifying.
…
The next morning.
London Harbor.
The steamship's horn echoed across the fog.
Diana awoke from her dream.
Overnight—
She seemed to have grown.
The youthful innocence in her eyes had faded, replaced with composure and wisdom.
Gray mist curled through the air.
As she gazed at the brick-and-stone architecture of this modern city, she was surprised to find she felt little anxiety.
Perhaps because—
She wasn't alone.
"Leon, we—"
She turned toward him.
Only to see—
Steve Trevor, freshly untied by Arcee, suddenly collapse to his knees before Leon and clutch his leg.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not interested in men."
"Big brother!"
"From today onward, you're my sworn big brother!"
Had the night wind frozen his brain?
Leon wondered.
But after witnessing divine miracles firsthand, Steve Trevor's worldview had shattered completely.
He had decided—
Leon was the one true god walking the earth.
Even if Jesus himself descended, it wouldn't change his mind.
"I said get up."
"Yes, big brother!"
Trevor sprang upright instantly, eyes blazing with unwavering devotion.
Leon's lips curved slightly.
Interesting.
…
After paying a sizable docking fee, Steve arranged for professionals to secure Diana's "little speedboat."
The group stepped ashore.
Immediately—
Dozens of gazes converged on them.
Bast, in her small feline form, perched quietly on Leon's shoulder and drew little notice.
But Diana's short battle skirt and long legs were striking.
Arcee (A2 Mode) in her sleek black combat attire and 2B in her black gothic dress—looking almost like twin sisters—attracted even more attention.
"Uh… Big brother, this is a bit conspicuous. It's not ideal for what comes next. I have connections—we could get the ladies some less eye-catching clothes."
Trevor whispered.
"Conspicuous?"
Leon chuckled.
"What's conspicuous?"
He casually draped a bronze hooded cloak—trimmed with silver runes—over Diana's shoulders.
"Thank you, Leon."
Diana loved the design.
It concealed her Lasso of Truth, shield, and sword—divine weapons meant for slaying gods—while allowing full freedom of movement.
The cloak, of course, was vibranium-woven—crafted through the Regeneration Cradle.
Ever since unlocking the Vibranium Miner system reward, Leon received daily vibranium extraction.
He now had more than he could possibly use.
And so—
He'd developed a new hobby.
Beyond making friends and racing cars.
Using the Regeneration Cradle as a fabrication platform to DIY vibranium gear and daily necessities.
Why waste resources sitting in the System Storage Space?
They weren't gone.
Just… repurposed.
And with Antarctic Vibranium capable of resetting material states—
Recycling was effortless.
He finally understood why Wakandans used vibranium for seemingly trivial items.
When you have too much—
You stop worrying about scarcity.
Life's greatest tragedy:
Dying before you've spent all your vibranium.
"That works… but what about Arcee and 2B?"
Trevor turned—
"Huh??"
"Where did they go?"
Their positions now held nothing but empty air.
The surrounding civilians noticed nothing unusual, as though the two had never been there.
"Where did they go?"
Diana asked curiously.
"Arcee's optical camouflage."
Leon smiled.
"Optical camouflage?"
Despite five thousand years of relentless study and fluency in countless languages, Diana had never encountered the term.
"Explanation: Optical camouflage utilizes real-time environmental data acquisition to dynamically adjust surface coloration and achieve full visual integration with surrounding terrain."
2B's voice sounded calmly beside her ear.
"I see."
Diana grasped it immediately—like a chameleon's adaptive mimicry, applied technologically.
Technology was indeed formidable.
Curious, she reached out—
And touched something impossibly soft.
She recoiled as if electrocuted.
"Sorry!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"It's fine."
"I'll touch back."
"Ah?"
Diana blinked.
Her armor indented slightly—2B pressing harder than expected.
It even hurt a little.
Unbeknownst to her—
2B had learned that move from Leon.
Still—
Diana noticed something odd.
Her armor fit more snugly than before.
There had once been space.
Had she… gained weight?
She glanced down.
She could barely see the tips of her toes.
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