Marvel: My Sign-in System

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"Hey, Pushkin, you're slandering me!" Alina protested, visibly upset at being called out. She angrily raised her tiny fist and landed a light punch on Pushkin's head.

Pushkin, considering himself a gentleman, thought it beneath him to argue with a little girl. Instead of retaliating, he dodged the blows and tried to maintain an air of authority, glaring at her with what he believed was a fierce expression. But the three girls who lived with him day and night knew him too well. His attempt to appear intimidating failed miserably. They didn't take him seriously, and one of them even playfully slapped him on the cheek.

"Justice siege!" she cried with mock drama.

Nearby, a group of carefree onlookers were munching on snacks, loudly cheering and enjoying the show. The lively atmosphere could be felt, and Hulk, watching from a distance, felt a pang of envy.

As the playful fight continued, Yelena and Melina approached Hulk, standing close to him. At over two meters tall and weighing more than a thousand pounds, Hulk's sheer presence was intimidating. For most humans, the fear of giants was instinctual, but Yelena and Melina were far from ordinary. Having surpassed human limits, they no longer harbored such fears.

From a certain angle, Hulk even looked endearing—smiling sheepishly, his demeanor almost childlike.

"Hey guys, welcome to our base!" Yelena greeted him warmly, waving her hand.

Hulk seemed uncertain, his large green hand hesitantly waving back. "Hulk...!" he bellowed, his voice booming but friendly.

"Wait, he can't speak properly?" Yelena asked, turning to Natasha.

Natasha, without stopping, strode toward Abomination's lifeless form lying in the center of the area. Her long legs carried her with poise as she replied, "His consciousness is still young. He needs time to learn and adapt."

While Hulk remained confused under Yelena's teasing gaze, Natasha reached Abomination's body. She looked down at the hulking creature with calm indifference and said, her tone sharp and cold, "Don't bother pretending. No matter how good your act, you can't hide from our perception."

Her words struck with precision. "Your fate is already written," she added with finality.

At this, Abomination, who had been feigning unconsciousness, opened his eyes. His fierce gaze met Natasha's calm one as he slowly sat up, surveying the scene. The young faces watching him were filled with apathy, their expressions indifferent.

To them, his massive size and imposing figure seemed as harmless as a stray dog. This dismissive attitude ignited a surge of humiliation within him.

Even so, Abomination forced himself to stay composed. His primal instincts warned him that the auras surrounding him were dangerously powerful—each of them, including the woman who had effortlessly defeated him, exuded an energy far beyond his own capabilities.

It felt as if the roles had reversed. These people all had terrifying wild beasts sleeping within them. When they were dormant, there was no danger, but when they woke up, they could easily tear him apart.

"Damn it, what kind of place have I been thrown into?" Abomination cursed inwardly.

He had finally arrived in the den of monsters.

"What do you want me to do?"

Abomination, despite his monstrous appearance, displayed an unusual calmness. His only concern now was survival. He needed to make sure he didn't die, then wait for the right moment to escape. As for revenge? That was laughable. Abomination had no intention of seeking revenge.

Revenge on these monsters? Who could he even take revenge on? Maybe he could defeat those four little brats, but even if he did, so what? The result would likely be even worse for him.

Abomination, who had personally fought Natasha, understood the cruelty and darkness in her heart all too well. To put it simply, she was not someone to offend.

Abomination knew this well, and Natasha wasn't surprised by his insight. She had cultivated a high level of emotional awareness, able to sense subtle shifts in people's emotions. They could appear to hide their inner thoughts, but in reality, they were completely transparent to her.

But Natasha didn't care much about hiding her own thoughts.

"We will ensure your basic needs are met," she said coolly. "We've prepared a comfortable room for you. You can watch TV, surf the internet. You won't be treated as a slave or a test subject for dissection. But only if you're smart enough."

She continued, "You can try to escape, but you'll need to evaluate the consequences yourself."

"Your only role here is as a sparring partner. Fighting is in your blood. You're a born warrior. At certain times, I'll allow you to unleash your anger and fight your opponent."

"How long you'll stay here depends on my mood."

Natasha's calm words carried an irresistible authority.

After hearing her conditions, Abomination secretly let out a sigh of relief. The terms were far better than he had expected. At least he wasn't going to be turned into a lab rat.

Suddenly, sparks crackled in the air nearby, forming a circle. Everyone turned to look as two figures stepped out of the sparks—Leon and Wanda.

"Yo, it's quite lively today," Leon remarked as he appeared, scanning the room. His eyes lingered on Abomination and Hulk for a moment before focusing on Natasha.

"So, did you enjoy playing around today?"

"I stretched my muscles a bit. Unfortunately, the intensity wasn't high enough, but it still felt very comfortable," Natasha remarked.

Leon chuckled. "Haha, Natasha's showing her violent side now."

"How's it going over there?" Natasha asked, shifting her attention to Leon and Wanda.

The two didn't hesitate to speak openly in front of Abomination and Hulk. Leon nodded and replied, "Just earlier, under the guidance of the Ancient One, I led a group of sorcerers to track down members of the so-called Dark Sorcerer Order. Kaecilius wasn't there, but we managed to eliminate a dozen of their fallen sorcerers."

He added with a hint of pride, "The sorcerers are progressing as expected under my rigorous training. Their strength is steadily improving."

Wanda stretched lazily and chimed in, "Once I take over as the Supreme Sorceress, we can proceed with the follow-up plans."