Chapter 37

On the endless, windswept snowy road, Leon and his group appeared as small as ants in the vast, white world. As they marched forward, Leon led the way, with a sleek black fighter jet parked a thousand meters ahead on the icy plain.

The jet, though not overly large, had a streamlined metal shell that exuded futuristic technology. The hatch lowered, and they all boarded the aircraft.

Hank, regaining his confidence, began introducing the jet to Leon and Wanda.

"This fighter is powered by a turbine engine and designed for maximum acceleration in a short time," Hank explained. "It's equipped with anti-gravity vertical takeoff and landing technology, optical stealth, and radar-shielding features. This allows it to evade tracking from military satellites and radar worldwide."

He continued, "Its speed can reach up to Mach 3, and it can fly at altitudes that break through the atmosphere. For that reason, the cabin has an oxygen system and space suits. The interior can comfortably accommodate twenty to thirty people."

Even Wanda, who wasn't particularly interested in technology, widened her eyes in amazement at Hank's detailed introduction.

Hank's introduction of the fighter plane made it clear that it surpassed any other known aircraft in terms of capability and design. The only downside? The immense cost of operating it.

Luckily, with Leon's resources—three billion dollars and some of Dreykov's gray industry assets—he could easily cover the maintenance expenses of this remarkable machine.

Leon was thoroughly satisfied with the fighter. It would save him a lot of trouble. As for concerns about breaking any country's laws? That wasn't even on his radar. Laws, after all, tend to restrict those who can't break the system. But for those with real power, the law is a suggestion, not a limit.

While Leon might not have political authority, his strength gave him all the power he needed. After a year of relentless training, mastering the abilities of the Glint-Glint Fruit and honing his Haki skills, he was more powerful than ever. With this kind of combat strength, he had the confidence to challenge the world's top powers—including the United States.

The fighter plane came equipped with an auxiliary pilot function, making it easy to fly. Under Hank's guidance, Leon and Wanda quickly mastered the controls and took off, heading towards the Ural Mountains. Through the window, the vast snowy landscape stretched out below, an endless expanse of frost and desolation.

Upon landing in the Ural Mountains, Hank and the others disembarked. Leon had thoughtfully arranged a cheap second-hand pickup truck and a map for Hank, and the two drove toward the nearest city, leaving the cold, empty road behind.

As for how Hank and his companion would return to New York, that wasn't Leon's concern.

Flying the plane back to their wooden villa, they slowly descended to the open ground nearby. The landing immediately caught the attention of Sergei, Natasha, and the others, who had already noticed the plane's arrival.

Over the past year, the children had matured considerably. Regular training had filled them with energy, and even in the cold wind and snow, they emerged wearing only thin clothes, full of life. They eagerly approached the fighter, admiration in their eyes. The boys crowded around as the hatch opened, pouring in with excitement. They inspected every corner of the plane, though they were sensible enough not to touch the strange buttons.

"Cool, what a sleek plane," one of them marveled.

"The space is huge! I hope everyone from the family has their very own private jet in the future," another joked.

"With this plane, does it mean we won't need passports or have to rent smuggled cars from the black market?" someone asked.

"I bet flying this would be incredible," another added.

The chatter filled the air, especially from the mischievous Pietro, who was zipping around at high speed, even inspecting the plane's engine nozzle.

Meanwhile, Natasha remained the calmest of the group, making her way directly to the cockpit.

Leon handed the airplane manual that Hank had prepared to Natasha. After flipping through it for a while, she was impressed by the aircraft's advanced and comprehensive features. "Hank is really talented," she said. "It took him just a year to build something like this."

"He's an incredible scientist," Leon agreed. "If he weren't a mutant, he'd probably be world-famous under a different name."

"That's the harsh reality of this world," Natasha replied, as Leon and Wanda turned to watch the others exploring the plane's cabin.

Leon turned to Natasha. "I'll leave it to you, Natasha. Make sure they all learn how to fly this thing."

As Leon walked away, Natasha raised an eyebrow at Wanda. "He seems in unusually high spirits."

"I noticed it too, back on the ice," Wanda replied.

"Is it just because of the plane?" Natasha asked.

"You know him better than that. A fighter jet isn't enough to make him this excited. Even when he escaped the test facility, I never saw him this way," Wanda shrugged.

Natasha nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe there's something we don't understand about him."

"Yeah, there's something deeper inside him that we're not seeing," Wanda agreed.

Natasha and Wanda, ever observant, noticed the subtle shift in Leon's demeanor, though he didn't seem aware of it. His focus was entirely on his sign-in system. After accumulating more than 700 days of check-ins, he was eager to see what kind of reward awaited him.

Instead of heading straight back to the wooden villa, Leon made his way deep into the Ural Mountains, to the secluded training ground he often used. Standing on an open expanse of ice, with heavy snow falling around him, he concentrated on the virtual screen only he could see.

"Sign-in has been accumulated for 748 days. Would you like to start signing in?"

With a soft "Ding," the system responded, "Sign-in successful. You've received the reward: Sky Blade No. 7, currently located in the Merlot Star."

Leon's eyes widened in shock.

Sky Blade No. 7?

A space battleship wasn't what he had expected after two years of sign-ins. His emotions were mixed—part surprise, part excitement, and perhaps a touch of disappointment. Yet, having one of the Sky Blade series battleships—a powerful technological marvel—was undeniably an asset. It was an invaluable tool in his hands, something that could potentially change the course of the future.

(INFO & ABILITIES : The Sky Blade No. 7 is an OP space battleship from the series Xiong Bing Lian. This series is quite popular in China. Since there isn't an official English translation, I've come up with my own names for everything.

ABILITIES: Its basically the Ultimate Skill Wisdom King Raphael but as a space battleship. Analyzing magic, making super-soldier serum, taking genes of other species and becoming stronger by utilizing it like Hashirama cells...the battleship can do all(It's got something like an AI). And for those who aren't satisfied and think its something weak, I'll give you a spoiler below. Those who don't want the spoiler, please don't read it.

...Spoiler below....

SPOILER: Blud bitch slapped Dormammu back to his fucking dimension with an attacking mechanism of the battleship lol.

Thanks for understanding and adios!)