Marvel: My Sign-in System

At night, a thick, dark cloud formed, obscuring the moonlight. Between heaven and earth, darkness reigned. In this oppressive gloom, the creatures around the highway seemed to sense imminent danger and fled the area one after another.

On the side of the road, Wanda opened the Darkhold, an ancient artifact left behind by the gods of old. Her eyes glowed with a crimson light as the Darkhold hovered in the air before her, seemingly defying gravity.

Between the sky and the earth, murmurs and whispers echoed in her ears, incomprehensible yet invasive. Unprecedented spells of black magic flooded into Wanda's mind, their sinister power etched into her very soul.

Under Leon's watchful gaze, Wanda stared at the Darkhold. She was transformed—her demeanor colder, her eyes filled with an eerie indifference and ruthlessness. Black lines began to form around her eye sockets, snaking outward like tendrils of shadow.

The ground trembled faintly beneath them. The wind, stirred by unseen forces, whipped the air into a frenzy, scattering sand across the sky.

Wanda seemed no longer herself. Her gaze remained fixed on the Darkhold until, at last, she turned to Leon. Her voice, now hollow and chilling, broke the tense silence.

"The light shall be consumed by darkness. I despise the light—"

Before she could finish, Leon abruptly interrupted her dramatic proclamation with a sharp knock to her forehead. The blow was infused with armed Haki, making it firm enough to deliver a lesson but not truly harm her. Wanda staggered slightly, clutching her head in pain, tears streaming down her face.

"Your acting is way over-the-top compared to Natasha's," Leon said, exasperated. "Next time, get some pointers from her. Did you really think you could scare me with that performance?"

Wanda pouted, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead while glaring at him through her tears. Leon chuckled, shaking his head.

"Honestly, only your idiot brother Pietro might have fallen for that."

Despite her display, Leon knew the truth: the Darkhold held little sway over Wanda. Her mastery of chaos magic, a force inherently superior to black magic, made her nearly immune to its corrupting influence. Even the lingering consciousness of Chthon, ancient and malevolent, was powerless against her.

Moreover, Sky Blade had been monitoring both the Darkhold and Wanda's soul from the very start. If anything ever went awry, Sky Blade could immediately sever the connection between Wanda and the Darkhold, neutralizing any threat.

In Wanda's hands, the Darkhold wasn't a weapon of corruption but a tool for growth—a resource to strengthen her formidable abilities.

Wanda clutched her forehead, tears welling in her eyes, as she glared unhappily at Leon. "Are my acting skills really that bad?"

"Exaggerated. Way too exaggerated. And how could that thing affect you so quickly?" Leon replied bluntly, crossing his arms.

Wanda opened her mouth to argue but quickly realized she didn't have a strong retort. Instead, she glared at the ominous Darkhold in frustration.

"There's a lot of interesting black magic in here, and it's incredibly destructive," she muttered, flipping through the pages with her slender fingers.

"Tsk, tsk. Abyss magic, confinement magic, corrosion magic, soul magic... darkness coming from nowhere," Wanda listed, her voice tinged with curiosity. As she turned the pages, her eyes lit up with fascination, as if she had discovered an entirely new world. The raw power described in the Darkhold was breathtaking.

For Wanda, it was an eye-opener. Compared to black magic, white magic seemed tame—less harmful, less lethal. Black magic, by its very nature, was pure darkness, potent but riddled with serious side effects. Yet, despite its dangers, the allure of its overwhelming power made Wanda's eyes shine with excitement.

Ba~

Wanda snapped the Darkhold shut, waved her hand, and casually stored it in her personal magical space.

"This thing is too evil. The Ancient One must never find out about it—especially Master Mordo," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Master Mordo?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow as they walked side by side down the lonely road.

Wanda nodded, speaking quietly. "The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj have a deep aversion to dark magic. Master Mordo, in particular, despises it. He's extremely rigid in his beliefs and fervently advocates for the light."

Her tone turned more serious. "If Master Mordo finds out I have the Darkhold and plan to study its black magic, he wouldn't hesitate to attack me. He'd demand I destroy it and might even rally all of Kamar-Taj against me."

Although she was still young, Wanda had a keen sense of people's personalities. She understood the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj well enough to predict how they'd react. Years of observing others, combined with Leon's influence, had shaped her into someone practical and far from dogmatic.

For Wanda, magic—whether light or dark—was merely a tool. If it served her and she could control it, she would use it without hesitation. The only reason she didn't openly share the Darkhold's secrets was the risk it posed to Pietro, Sergei, and others close to her. If not for that, she might have invited them to study its pages together.

"Then you'll have to hide it more carefully," Leon advised.

"Of course. Even though Master Mordo doesn't look particularly sharp, he's much more perceptive than Pietro," Wanda said with a smirk, referring to her brother, who was only ten minutes older but far less observant.

As the two continued chatting, their conversation lightened, and the loneliness of the long road seemed to fade. Their bond grew closer with every step.

After a while, they both stopped abruptly, their attention drawn forward.

In the distance, brilliant sparks of light bloomed out of thin air, forming a fiery portal. A figure emerged from the center of the glowing ring—a man clad in a dark red suit with an unnaturally pale face.

"Wow, is this the human world? Such an uncomfortable atmosphere," the man remarked.

A few dozen meters away, he closed his eyes slightly and tilted his face upward, wearing an expression of intoxication, as if savoring something unseen.

"What a powerful and exciting soul. Did I interrupt your date, ladies and gentlemen?" he asked, his smile sharp and filled with malice as he looked at Leon and Wanda.

Leon smirked but remained silent. Wanda, however, was furious—very furious. She could feel the subtle shift in the atmosphere between herself and Leon just moments ago, as if she was on the verge of gathering the courage to step into his arms.

But this intruder had ruined everything.

An angry woman is a force to be reckoned with, and an angry Wanda is terrifying. At this moment, her fury was palpable.

Just as the man opened his mouth to speak again, a sudden and oppressive aura radiated from Wanda. Without hesitation, she raised her palm and pointed it directly at him.

Boom!

In an instant, a surge of majestic chaos magic erupted from her hand, coalescing into a massive, glowing hand of pure magical energy. It shot forward, aiming to grab the man with an unstoppable force.