We Are Just a Bunch of Guys from Hell
The woman gripping Daredevil's throat answered coldly, her deep-set eyes gleaming with disdain. This was Wanda Maximoff—the Black Witch—who should have been reduced to ash in the explosion caused by the Time Crusher.
But fate's gears turned unexpectedly. At the final moment, she was pulled into the Main God Space by a mysterious force. There, she was reborn—not as a hero or victim, but as a Reincarnator.
"It's a pity you can't hear it anymore."
Wanda's fingers tightened. Daredevil's resistance slowed, then stopped completely. With a sneer, she tossed his limp body aside like a broken doll. Disgust flickered in her eyes as she wiped the blood from her hands.
One by one, shadowy figures began to emerge around her, stepping from the darkness like specters rising from the abyss.
Their auras differed wildly, but each radiated a terrifying power that demanded attention.
"Your world isn't much different from this one, dark witch."
A man stood atop a broken slab of concrete, arms crossed, voice laced with sarcasm and disdain.
"These so-called superheroes aren't even qualified to dance with me."
His long, black hair flowed loosely over his shoulders, one eye hidden beneath unruly bangs. He wore a dark kimono emblazoned with a fan-like crest. Strapped across his back was a massive, fan-shaped weapon, exotic and menacing.
The aura surrounding him was so heavy it bent the air, daring anyone to meet his gaze.
"If not for the Main God Space's mission restrictions preventing me from killing anyone outside of Hell's Kitchen, I would've already reduced this pathetic world to dust."
His words weren't bravado—they were the declarations of a man capable of annihilation.
"Hohohoho, this world is so weak it bores me!"
Another man materialized before Wanda. Towering at nearly two meters, he wore flamboyant pink feathers and dark sunglasses. His steps were theatrical, arrogant to the core.
As he danced his fingers through the air, threads glimmered into existence—barely visible, deadly strings. Then, the chaos began: the residents of Hell's Kitchen turned on one another, killing mindlessly as if puppeteered.
"I heard there's a Thunder God on this planet too. Let these insects learn there's only one god in this world!"
Suddenly, lightning cracked across the heavens. A boom followed, and from above, a figure crashed to the earth like judgment itself.
The man was bare-chested, muscles cut from stone, with a massive drum strapped to his back. Four three-magatama tomoe glowed across the drum's surface. In one hand, he wielded a golden rod, gleaming ominously.
He seemed wholly uninterested in the carnage unfolding. Instead, he found a clean patch of stone, sat cross-legged, pulled a red apple from his pocket, and began to eat lazily.
Yet, as if summoned by his presence, bolts of lightning erupted in all directions. Though there were no clouds above, the sky ignited with electricity, casting Hell's Kitchen in eerie daylight. The pressure in the air thickened, the atmosphere growing electric and suffocating.
None of them attacked Wanda.
Still, she instinctively shifted, placing some distance between herself and the others.
Technically, these people were her teammates—but only temporarily.
Wanda recognized each of them. They were undeniably strong, but just as undeniably twisted.
And, of course, her temper wasn't much better.
Uchiha Madara from the Naruto world. Donquixote Doflamingo and Enel from One Piece.
Wanda had heard they came from different branches of the pirate universe, likely the result of multidimensional bleed.
She curled her lip into a sneer as she looked at them. "Hmph. Reckless fools. Weak? You just haven't faced anything truly strong yet. If the Lord God hadn't forbidden me from interfering this time, I would've killed you all myself."
The moment her words landed, Doflamingo and Enel's smiles vanished. They unleashed their Conqueror's Haki simultaneously—an invisible storm of spiritual force that surged at Wanda like a tidal wave.
Uchiha Madara's killing intent flared. His Sharingan eyes twisted into kaleidoscopic spirals of blood-red power, locking onto Wanda as if to devour her whole.
"What did you say?"
The Black Witch didn't flinch.
With a whisper of thought, dark energy erupted from her body, swirling into a shield of arcane magic that cracked with black lightning. The pressure collided with the wave of Haki. The air itself trembled.
Even with three against one, Wanda didn't back down.
In fact, she was stronger than any of them.
The tension spiked—an invisible string stretched taut between them, moments from snapping. The street around them froze in silence. Even the crackling of fire and screams in the distance seemed to hush, waiting.
Then—
Two new figures appeared on the battlefield like phantoms, silent as the grave and equally deadly. Their presence cut through the standoff like a blade through silk.
"The four of you should get back to your mission," said the first.
He had a sharp face, sleepy-looking eyes that hid something predatory, and wore a white robe cinched at the waist. A katana hung at his side, its edge shimmering with lethal intent.
"Our target still hasn't been found," he added. "Alex Ray is still missing."
The other figure, lean and pale with short white hair, looked even more wicked. A purple inverted crown was tattooed under his left eye, and his mismatched purple-blue eyes gleamed with mischief and menace.
"Mindless killing… what a waste," he said with a lazy grin. "Too bad the Vongola don't exist in this universe. Let's finish this one and move on—maybe we'll find some old friends in the next."
Their presence shifted the dynamic instantly.
Though both men wore smiles, the air around them bristled with danger. They didn't need to flex. Their existence spoke volumes.
Uchiha Madara snorted, unimpressed but cautious.
Wanda's expression darkened. Her voice dropped to a mutter.
"Gin Ichimaru… Byakuran…"
Of course they'd come too.
Just her luck.
She knew them both. Gin, from the world of death. Byakuran, from a world filled with mafia warfare and alternate timelines. Tricksters. Manipulators. Monsters in human skin.
And the most dangerous kind of allies: the kind who would smile at you while slipping a knife between your ribs.
Wanda wasn't afraid.
But she was careful.
"What a damn mess," she muttered. "What exactly is the Lord God Space trying to do?"
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