4: The Charming Witch Amora

A mental pulse enveloped the group, affecting Varys, Raymond, and Tessa. They momentarily froze before obediently following the blonde woman through the crowd and into a dim, secluded alley.

Rhodes remained unaffected, his mental fortitude having grown significantly, enabling him to resist the woman's mental control. Nevertheless, he pondered her identity and motives, as she had been tailing them for a while.

"Excellent."

The blonde woman turned to face the four servants, her lips curving into a coquettish smile. "Very well, you all shall obey me. I command you to go to Princess Hela's mansion and steal something."

Varys, Raymond, and Tessa responded with vacant nods, complying without hesitation.

Rhodes queried with cold detachment, "Who are you? And what are you planning to steal?"

"What?! Aren't you bewitched by me?" The blonde woman was taken aback.

She hadn't anticipated that her charm would fail against a few mortal servants of the gods.

"Actually, your trick doesn't work on me." Rhodes shrugged, unimpressed.

"It seems you possess some secrets! Nonetheless, it doesn't matter. No one can escape the grasp of my enchanting witchery. Boy, submit to my will obediently!" The blonde woman's initial panic was short-lived; her interest in Rhodes was piqued. She swiftly unleashed a wave of mental influence to invade his thoughts.

This time, she exerted her full power.

Rhodes experienced momentary distress, clutching his head in agony.

Yet, just then, the evolution of his Silver Superman genes accelerated, and the system's voice resonated once more:

"Ding! The host [Rods] has evolved [Super Spirit]!"

Rhodes' mental prowess surged significantly, instantly shattering the witchery that had infiltrated his mind.

The blonde woman's countenance shifted drastically, her complexion turning pallid as she exclaimed, "Impossible!"

Her muscles tensed, indicating her inclination to flee.

One who could effortlessly dismantle her witchery in an instant undoubtedly held the power to terminate her.

Consequently, she harbored no intentions of lingering.

"You think you can escape!?"

Rhodes possessed remarkable perceptiveness.

Observing the tenseness in the blonde woman's frame, he lunged forward, gripping the nape of her neck while pressing her against the wall.

"Speak! Who are you?" Rhodes demanded.

"I... I'm Amora! Known as the Enchantress! Spare my life, I'll talk!" The blonde woman's voice quavered, her prior composure now shattered.

Bound by the constraints of Rhodes hands around her neck, and subject to Rhodes' even greater mental pressure, she dared not act rashly.

"Amora!"

Rhodes' eyes lit up.

He recognized the name—the Enchantress, a witch hailing from Asgard and a notorious villain.

He hadn't expected that a casual outing would lead to an encounter with such a character.

"So, it's you, Amora. Let me ask you: What are you planning to steal from Princess Hela's mansion?" Rhodes pressed on.

"Release me, and I'll tell you!" Amora pleaded.

Rhodes remained silent, yet his grip on her neck tightened significantly.

An audible click resonated from Amora's neck, her complexion drained of color as she hastened to explain, "We're after the Cloak of Death! The Death Cloak! Spare me, please!"

"The Death Cloak?"

"This artifact doubles Hela's strength! I was hired by Laufey, King of the Frost Giants, for this task! Spare my life, I beg you!" Amora implored.

"So, the Frost Giants aim to weaken Hela's might, thus ensuring her defeat," Rhodes deduced.

Observing Rhodes' silence, Amora assumed he was contemplating her words. She continued, "I'm but a minor player; King Laufey has also enlisted others!"

"..."

Rhodes harbored no interest in further discourse. He contemplated whether to end Amora's life.

She was a traitor to Asgard, motivated solely by personal gain. Her death wouldn't evoke sympathy.

However, Rhodes held little desire to meddle in affairs unrelated to him.

Moreover, he possessed unique status, compelled to conceal his strength until he possessed the means to fully unleash it.

Rhodes cast a glance at his companions before regarding Amora, "It would be ideal if I could modify their memories."

An idea struck him.

Silver Superman's genes underwent another evolution.

"Ding! The host [Rods] has evolved [Memory Manipulation]!"

This ability enabled the manipulation of memories, complemented by his recent acquisition of [Super Spirit].

"Please, spare my life! I'll offer my treasures in exchange!"

Amora continued her plea.

Unmoved, Rhodes concentrated. His mental power transformed into ethereal tendrils, penetrating Amora's and his companions' consciousness.

With precision, he navigated their memories, meticulously erasing each relevant detail.

Thus, Tessa

and the others would remain oblivious to the events of the recent past.

"Amora may prove useful. I'll modify her past memories, becoming her master and ensuring her loyalty," Rhodes contemplated. After modifying the memories of the individuals present, he retreated a couple of steps, releasing Amora.

The Enchantress blinked, then turned around, dropping to one knee in a subservient gesture. Addressing Rhodes with a touch of fanaticism, she declared, "Amora stands ready to serve you, my master!"