Gazing into the distance, waves dozens of meters high were still relentlessly crashing against Mt. Okuhotaka.
This mountain range was located in central Japan. With the water reaching halfway up, it meant almost the entire island nation was submerged.
However, Harvey felt not a shred of pity. Good begets good, and evil begets evil; the more of those "small days" people died, the more he felt like clapping.
Mariko's camp was very conspicuous, located on the summit of Mt. Okuhotaka amidst the drifting white snow.
It was a camp enclosed by temporary sandbags.
Harvey cast the Levitation Charm and took flight, heading toward the summit camp.
The refugees saw someone flying overhead and knelt one after another, begging the superhuman in the sky for a single bite of food.
But Harvey had no intention of responding. In less than a few seconds, he reached the camp at the peak.
There were about a hundred bodyguards in traditional samurai outfits with katanas, yet they were wielding assault rifles, firing frantically at the refugees storming the camp.
Japanese traditional samurai fighting with firearms—this bizarre scene made Harvey grin.
"Whatever happened to the Bushido spirit? Japan's traditional culture has been thoroughly trashed by these gun-toting samurai!"
Mariko and Yukio were waiting anxiously at the entrance of a large temporary tent.
Seeing Harvey flying toward them...
Mariko, who had suffered from insomnia all night fearing the camp would be overrun at any moment, finally felt a weight lift.
"Master! Over here!"
Yukio, who had dressed up beautifully in a traditional kimono, shouted toward Harvey in the sky.
Harvey shifted his gaze and saw the two familiar beauties, looking lovely and moving.
He landed in front of them.
"Done being a Queen, are we? Empress Mariko?"
Mariko lowered her head in embarrassment, bowing obediently in apology: "Please forgive me, Master. I know I was wrong."
"Mmm..." Harvey had already thought of how to punish these two disobedient women tonight.
He opened a portal.
"Let's go. Come back with me first."
As Mariko and Yukio stepped through the portal, the Yashida Corporation executives who had been under the influence of the Confundus Charm suddenly snapped awake.
"Baka! That bitch Mariko ran away!"
"What do we do, sir? The camp is about to be breached by the peasants...!"
"What else can we do? Get to the helicopter and leave."
"To where?"
"To wait for death!"
...
Back at the New York northern suburbs estate.
Before Harvey could even settle Mariko and Yukio, the ground began to shake violently again.
"Another earthquake. Looks like this godforsaken place really isn't habitable anymore."
After muttering the complaint, Harvey cast the Levitation Charm and took his two little mistresses to the second floor of the villa.
"Get some rest first."
Sending Mariko and Yukio off for a peaceful sleep, Harvey went to the first-floor living room.
"We can't stay here. Hermione, pack your things. We're moving to the Moon."
Hermione and Cho Chang turned their heads simultaneously, looking puzzled.
"People can live on the Moon?"
Harvey explained the existence of the Inhuman Royal Family living on the lunar surface.
"The Moon is less affected by Cybertron's gravity. It won't have daily earthquakes, and the Inhumans' city of Attilan has a decent environment."
Hermione was also sick of being woken up by earthquakes every night. Hearing this, she decisively commanded her Bishop piece to fire a small fireball, smashing her opponent's King.
"Cho, you lost again. Let's play next time; we need to pack our things."
Cho Chang froze for a moment before realizing what happened. She had been careless.
In a moment of inattention, she had actually lost to this detestable woman?
"This game doesn't count! It should have been my turn to move first..."
There was a wager on this Wizard's Chess game; though it was only a hundred Galleons, Cho Chang didn't want to lose to Hermione.
Even if it was just chess!
Hermione leaned into Cho Chang's ear and whispered a few words, turning Cho's face completely red.
Seeing the two women whispering while occasionally glancing his way, those strange looks made Harvey shiver.
He grumbled, "Don't dawdle. Pack your things quickly; I don't want to spend another second on Earth."
Hermione shot certain someone a look. "What's the rush?" Then, she linked arms with Cho Chang, and the two walked hand-in-hand toward the second floor like perfect sisters.
Ten minutes later.
Harvey used his spatial bags to clear out every single daily necessity in the villa. The group regrouped in the living room.
Cho Chang, Hermione, Wanda, Mariko, and Yukio—these five women were clearly divided into two small groups.
Mariko and Yukio huddled together silently, facing off against the "Consort Group" led by Hermione.
"The Moon is Inhuman territory. Once we reach Attilan, don't you girls go bullying anyone."
Harvey offered a casual instruction before opening a portal to Attilan based on his memory.
Attilan was located on the vacuum of the lunar surface, protected by an energy shield, covering twenty square kilometers.
Its scale was essentially that of a small town.
But for a city built on the Moon, this scale was already impressive.
After all, the technology humanity possessed could only land a man on the moon; they were nowhere near establishing an off-world colony.
As Harvey led the five gorgeous beauties through the streets of Attilan...
The city was filled with silver-white skyscrapers, mag-lev cars, and solar-powered orbital trains flying overhead, which opened the eyes of Harvey and the others.
"Halt! Intruders...!"
A blue-and-white mag-lev hovercar landed in front of Harvey, and five Attilan patrol soldiers carrying laser rifles stepped out.
Harvey didn't waste words with these small fry, unleashing his mental power to sense the retro-style palace in the center of Attilan.
Sensing a powerful aura within the palace, he took the women and Apparated to the entrance of a solemn, majestic hall.
"Let's go. Take a look at the Inhuman palace. if you girls like it, we'll live here from now on."
Harvey took the lead into the exquisite and luxurious palace.
Black Bolt, Blackagar Boltagon, clad in his black-and-white high-tech combat suit, was staring intently at these uninvited intruders.
Because his speech would transform into terrifying sonic attacks, Black Bolt wore a metallic mask. When he needed to speak, he would do so via a telepathic simultaneous translator.
"Intruder. Are you the freak who destroyed the Decepticon army?"
Harvey nodded, not being polite at all as he stated his demand.
"Black Bolt, we're going to be staying at the palace for a while. If you want to fight about it, send as many people as you want; I'll take them all on."
Black Bolt felt a surge of rage. Who was this guy to use such a commanding tone?
"Don't think just because you have some skill..."
Harvey raised his hand and fired a Version 2.0 Stunning Spell.
"Skip the tedious trash talk. We're going to end up fighting to see who gets to make the rules anyway."
Black Bolt's vigilance was sharp; he dodged the deep-red magical beam by a hair's breadth.
"Since you're looking for death, then don't blame me...!"
Being attacked first, even within his own palace, Black Bolt could no longer care about the damage. He pulled down his mask and let out a single shout.
A quasi-sonic wave, with power equivalent to a miniature nuclear explosion, roared toward Harvey and his group.
"CRASH... BOOM...!"
The entire palace was decimated by the terrifying sonic wave, collapsing into a heap of rubble.