Chapter 70

Who doesn't indulge in fantasy? Lena and her friends were at that age where their dreams were vivid, but unlike many girls who fantasized about meeting a handsome vampire prince or some dashing male protagonist in a romantic script, their dreams were different. They didn't dream of love stories. They wanted to become superheroes like Wanda—strong, brave, and independent.

They imagined themselves walking alone through the darkness, battling monsters, and experiencing the thrill of extreme fighting. In their fantasies, they were misunderstood by the world, yet they embraced their legendary fates. Even in death, they would be remembered as heroic figures, their stories retold for generations.

Up until now, those were just daydreams, fantasies they indulged in when they were lost in thought. But now, witnessing Wanda in action, it felt like their imaginations were becoming reality. Wasn't Wanda living the life they dreamed of?

Lena and her friends were not ordinary in their imaginations. As they pieced together the events that had unfolded—the old gentleman, the battle with the monster—they quickly crafted a narrative in their minds.

In their version of the story, Wanda and her twin brother Pietro were born with extraordinary abilities. Jealous of their powers, others caused their parents' deaths during the war, leaving the twins orphaned at a young age. They wandered the world, struggling to survive and discover their true selves. Along the way, because of their unique abilities, they encountered monsters and dark forces invisible to ordinary humans.

Witnessing the horrors brought on by evil creatures, the twins vowed to fight back, dedicating their lives to protecting the world in silence. As they traveled the globe, honing their abilities and battling monsters, they met a new ally: Sumarokov. Together, the trio formed a team, confronting one supernatural crisis after another.

In Lena's mind, there were even more dramatic moments—life-and-death situations, the twins reuniting with loved ones, only to sacrifice personal happiness for their greater mission. Beneath Wanda's cold, determined exterior, Lena imagined a heart weighed down by sorrow, a heart that longed for peace but was bound by the vows she had made to protect the world.

After imagining all these plots, the boys and girls were on the verge of bursting with excitement. Their eyes shone brightly, and they could hardly contain themselves—they wanted to scream. It all seemed so perfect.

"If I could, I swear I'd join them," Jeff said, barely able to keep his excitement in check. "Even if it's just as a driver or a chef!"

Adam quickly shut down Jeff's dream with a laugh. "Come on, brother-in-law, do you really think you'd be the driver or the chef? That's my job!"

"Hey, don't forget about us!" a few of the girls chimed in, feigning indignation.

Sure, Adam handled most of the cooking during their trip, but that didn't mean the girls hadn't helped. Adam did have an advantage, though—his dad was a chef, and he had learned a few skills from him. But still, they all contributed in their own way. If anyone was qualified to be a chef for the team, they were!

But cooking wasn't the only thing on their minds. Some of the girls were already fantasizing about something more dramatic—a love story in the midst of danger. What if Pietro or Sumarokov became heartbroken, devastated by one of them getting injured or worse? It was a dark, twisted thought, but somehow, they couldn't shake it. Maybe, just maybe, it would add a little more romance to the adventure.

As they debated whether they should change into something more stylish and elegant once the battle ended, in the mirror dimension, Keisha's eyes were glowing with a holy light. She was tapping into her Eye of Insight, reading information, her delicate face radiating calm but cold resolve.

"That thing from the Hell Dimension—it should be eliminated," Keisha stated coldly.

"I agree," Leon replied, "but we can't eliminate him yet. Maybe we need to wait until we're stronger."

Leon knew exactly why Keisha had reacted this way. The angelic civilization, rooted in a theocratic ideology, was heavily influenced by Queen Keisha's controversial order. Though angels were incredibly strong, their power wasn't limitless. They rarely interfered with the natural development of lower civilizations, avoiding direct genetic modifications or forced advancements. Instead, they promoted justice, only stepping in to punish evils that these civilizations couldn't handle themselves.

What made them truly admirable was their spirit of sacrifice. Despite their aloofness toward lower civilizations, angels often faced the gravest dangers with unwavering bravery, using their beauty to take on the most perilous tasks. They protected the weak, even when they knew it meant their own demise, creating countless heroic legends in the process.

From a human perspective, angels might have had their flaws, but their commitment to destroying evil was unquestionable. When dealing with it, they acted with swift and overwhelming force, obliterating their enemies completely.

Demons, in particular, were the top priority for angels to annihilate. For centuries, the Merlot Heavenly Court, led by Queen Keisha, and the demon army, commanded by Demon Queen Morgana, had clashed. Countless angel warriors had sacrificed their lives in the ongoing war, and even Keisha herself had not escaped the toll of that eternal battle.

The hatred angels harbor toward demons is deeply ingrained, almost coded into their very DNA. Even if the demon in front of them wasn't directly related to Demon Queen Morgana, demons, in general, were seen as embodiments of evil and darkness—close enough to be treated the same. From the angels' perspective, the solution was simple: eliminate them.

Leon, understanding this deep-rooted animosity, tried to calm the slightly irritated angel. After all, they weren't currently strong enough to storm the hell dimension and kill the self-proclaimed Satan, Mephisto, in person.

Yes, the monster before them was none other than Mephisto, the demon lord. Of course, this wasn't his true form, but rather a small soul projection, a way to bypass the contract he had signed with the Ancient One. This allowed him to roam the world, making deals and claiming human souls.

This time, Mephisto had crossed paths with Wanda and Pietro, likely drawn by Wanda's extraordinary soul. Chaos magic was too iconic, easily attracting the attention of powerful beings.

"The old guy's angry now, and Wanda and the others are in serious trouble," Leon remarked with a soft smile. "Looks like it's time for the real hero to step in."

He thought to himself that after defeating this fragment of Mephisto, it would be a good opportunity to add the demon lord's genes to his ever-expanding genetic database.