Hmm!
There was no reaction at all.
To Pietro, the so-called soup and boiling water were nothing more than a picture. They were of no use to him at all. Even if he fell, he would just slide down the plane of the picture. There was no concept of 'falling' at all.
At the same time, when Pietro fell, the scene changed.
At this very moment, he could clearly feel a force entangling him, trying to forcefully transform him into his original form.
"Is this the origin force of the two-dimensional world?"
"So weak!"
Yes, too weak.
To pietro, this kind of force could only add some small restraints to his body. It was impossible for it to forcefully change his body structure and kill him.
"Host, the strength of the plot depends on how strong that verses cosmology is. Weak worlds don't have plot strong enough to bind creatures outside their reality".
In such a world, other than being interesting and occasionally providing some inspiration, it was completely useless.
Kacha!
In a trance, pietro heard a clear cracking sound.
The next moment, he saw a crack suddenly appear in this world. This part of the plot, or rather this part of time, was suddenly destroyed. Nothing was left.
"How could this be?"
This part of the plot was destroyed?
Was it a self-adjustment?
Pietro shook his head. The scene in front of him changed again. Gray Wolf and the massacre of the sheep village did not happen.
The scene in front of him was still a scene of gentle wind and sunshine. On the boundless green prairie, a few lambs were playing, running, and playing.
"Not good, Gray Wolf is here!"
"Don't be afraid, go find Pleasant Goat!"
…
Boring!
"System, this world is no longer of much value to me."
"The two-dimensional world is still a two-dimensional world. The essence of this world is like a line in my eyes, clear and clear. It is time to leave!"
Pietro said softly.
"Alright, Host.I'm sure that you've gained some insights during this period of time. Since that's the case, let's leave! "
As it spoke, the system suddenly emitted a gray light that enveloped Pietro. Then, as the surrounding environment changed, they appeared in a dimensional crevice that was neither up nor down, left or right.
"We have already left the two-dimensional world. This is the dimensional crevice of the four-dimensional world. Let's go!"
Pietro came out of the dimensional crevice and returned to the spacious throne room.
"So,how was you're trip"?One the throne, Wanda asked the little disoriented pietro.
Pietro shook his head, clearing the slight feeling of vertigo, " It was somewhat fun, but it soon became boring ".
" Well, in that case why don't you start your journey" Wanda said "now with the system as a guide it shouldn't be problem for you to roam the multiverse".
Pietro nodded, "You're right i should get going"
Pietro thinks he has fooled around enough, it's time to get serious.
Before leaving, he asked a question, "hey—Wanda, how do i collect believers for you?".
"It's simple, you just have to approach a appropriate candidate and your powers will passively influence them".
" Alright,system let's go",After getting a answer pietro was ready to start his long journey. Hopefully when he returns he will be stronger.
Wanda sat alone on the noir throne. The hall silent and void after Pietro's departure.
Blrhh!
Wanda was hit with a sudden feeling of nausea again. She vomited a viscous black substance again.
After vomiting first time, she knew something was not right. After she checked herself, she was shocked by what she found.
It turned out she had two life growing inside her, and to top it off—it wasn't even in her womb but in her chest cavity. She saw tiny limbs growing on her heart, and she could even vaguely see two small faces on it.
If her guess was correct they were the sequela of her devouring the idiot and mad outer gods. The fetus were probably the scattered wills of the eldritch beings she consumed merging together. As the mother they will probably inherit some of her abilities or it could be something even more bizarre.
As for killing them, she didn't consider it, after all such a interesting thing—how could she kill them before seeing what happens.
Anyway, what will happen will happen in the future. There's no need to worry about it now.
Today she decided instead of going in person she might as well use possession instead.
Wanda put on her veil and closed her eyes.
Pain.
Wanda's eyelids twitched slightly, and she suddenly gasped, followed by a sharp, fiery pain surging up her arm.
Before Wanda could fully acclimate to this new body, the intense pain already struck her nerves first. Her confused mind and spirit collided with the body, causing the entire body to convulse.
Strictly speaking, the 'pain' was felt by the body, and Wanda didn't experience any actual physical harm. However, she could clearly sense the body was slowly deteriorating.
'Fuck.'
Wanda realized this was probably due to the incompatibility of her energy with this world. Of course, the main reason might be that this body was simply 'too weak.'
A regular student could hardly withstand the existence of something as terrifying as Wanda, a being comparable to an outer god. Forcing her soul into this fragile body could only result in both this body being destroyed.
Wanda quickly stabilized her power and harmonized with the universe. Soon the berserk energy in her body calmed down.
Shaking her head, Wanda began to survey her surroundings, checking out her current situation.
The body she was inhabiting was named Sarah, a name so ordinary it couldn't be more common.
When Wanda took over this body, the memories within the person's soul were automatically transferred to her.
This 20-year-old young girl didn't lead an extraordinary life. Her parents had passed away when she was young. Currently, she was attending Preston University, working part-time and participating in various club activities.
The original Sarah was diagnosed with chronic depression. That's why she committed suicide. Fortunately she cut the right vein and bleed out instead of botching it and becoming a vegetable.
Even people with family and friends can succumb to depression let alone a girl who lost her parents.
Wanda's gaze slowly drifted past the posters on the wall—Homelander, The Lamp-Lighter, Deep Sea, The Invisible Man, Queen Maeve. Each superhero was smiling, appearing so sunny and bright.
But for some reason, Wanda could see a trace of mockery in their smiles.
Now, she was certain—this world was the one from the TV version of The Boys.
There were significant differences between the TV series and the comics, especially regarding the Seven, whose costumes had been adapted in various ways for the show.
Approaching the desk, Wanda slowly picked up the Queen Maeve action figure. It was one that hadn't been opened yet, and it even had Maeve's autograph on it. It looked very valuable.
"You must really like her," Wanda muttered to herself.
While lost in thought, her phone in her pocket suddenly rang. After a brief pause, Wanda remembered what the device was.
Having been away from phones for so long, Wanda had forgotten how basic such a communication tool was. With magic at her disposal, she rarely used such mundane devices.
Taking the phone out, the caller ID showed "Little Cricket."
Staring at the name for a while, Wanda finally pulled the corresponding memory from the foreign mind.
This "Little Cricket" was the original owner's neighbor, a lively and cheerful girl named Emma Meyer. Her dream was to attend Godolkin University, a school specifically for extraordinary beings, and become a true superhero.
The phone kept ringing, pulling Wanda back to reality as she gently answered it.
"Hello," Wanda said casually.
"Hey! I heard something happened at the place you work at. Are you okay? Mrs. Lisa said a lot of people died there, and there's gunfire everywhere. The police have surrounded the area, not letting anyone in or out!"
The moment the phone connected, an energetic and enthusiastic voice came through, which caught wanda off guard, still not fully accustomed to "possessing" a stranger's body.
"Cough, cough."
Clearing her throat, Wanda interrupted her words before speaking quietly.
"Emma, I didn't go to work today."
"..."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line, and it lasted for several seconds.
After a while, Emma's voice finally returned.
"Did you get possessed by a ghost?"
Hearing this, Wanda raised an eyebrow and immediately denied it. "Of course not. If you got possessed, I wouldn't get possessed. Why do you say that?"
"Please, you?! The old money-obsessed workaholic doesn't go to work on time? Unless the sun rises in the west, or I join The Seven," Emma said dramatically.
"Don't say it like that. I actually think you have potential to join The Seven, but when that time comes, maybe they won't even want you to join," Wanda replied casually.
"Hahaha, you sure know how to say nice things. If that day really comes, I'd be happy, but I doubt Vought would want a 'little bug' in the legendary Seven," Emma said with a laugh, but her tone carried some sadness. It was clear she wasn't very fond of her own abilities, though she quickly cheered up again.
"By the way, did you know? I gained two more followers yesterday. If I gain one more today, I'll break my record for the most followers gained in a week!"
"Is that so? Congratulations," Wanda responded, though her focus was still on the memories of the original body. She wasn't very familiar with this world.
Perhaps sensing Wanda's lack of interest, Emma quickly changed the topic.
"Hey, you still haven't told me why you didn't go to work today. What happened?"
"Nothing. I just... wasn't feeling well," wanda thought for a moment before softly replying.
"Not feeling well?" Emma immediately asked. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're sick, is it serious? Do you want me to go with you to the hospital?"
"Uh, no need. It's just a small cold" Wanda quickly assured her.
Upon hearing this, Emma seemed to relax considerably.
"That's good. But luckily, you weren't feeling well today, or you might've been stuck. It's so dangerous there right now, a lot of people probably died, but that's just my guess. The heroes have already gone to handle it. It should be all cleaned up soon."
"'Handled perfectly,' huh?"
Wanda shook her head slightly before agreeing, "Yeah, they should handle it."
"Speaking of that, will your sickness affect the party tonight?" Emma suddenly asked.
"Party?"
Wanda didn't immediately recall anything about that.
"Yeah, the party at Anya's place tonight. It's her birthday. We agreed two weeks ago, remember? Don't tell me you forgot?" Emma asked, surprised.
"Ah, yeah, yeah, of course," Wanda said.
After a brief pause, Wanda replied, "Don't worry, I'll be there on time."
"Great, it's a deal then! We'll meet at Anya's house," Emma said cheerfully.
"Okay, it's a deal," Wanda agreed.
"Bye, Sarah~"
Emma hung up the phone with a cheerful tone.
"Bye."
After the call ended, Wanda didn't immediately take any action. She remained frozen for a moment, still holding the phone.
"Sarah, huh?"
"I'm really not used to being called Sarah"