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"Tony, there's something out here. Something… new."
Steve's voice was tense as he blocked another Chitauri blast.
"I saw it too," Iron Man replied. "Some kind of flying mage-warrior-hunter-death god hybrid who deleted a Leviathan like it was a toy. And no, he's not in SHIELD's files."
Natasha Romanoff narrowed her eyes from across the battlefield. Her instincts screamed. Whoever that mysterious figure was… he wasn't normal. Her eyes followed my floating form.
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I hovered effortlessly, my senses stretched across the battlefield. The system kept feeding me power.
[Skill: Super Perception – Lv.1132]
[Skill: Thought Acceleration – Lv.1195]
[Skill: Passive Charm Aura – Lv.1210]
[Skill: Tactical Awareness – Lv.1280]
Every heartbeat, every breath, every eye that turned toward me—I felt it.
Including hers.
I descended near the corner of 42nd street, landing like a feather.
And there she was.
Natasha Romanoff.
The Black Widow.
Her black bodysuit clung to her like a second skin, and her dual batons crackled with electric energy.
"Who are you?" she asked bluntly, stepping forward, eyes sharp but curious.
"Someone just passing through," I said smoothly.
"You took down a Leviathan. You use magic, necromancy, martial arts, and now flight. That doesn't just happen."
I smiled. "Maybe I've had a good teacher."
She narrowed her eyes. "SHIELD doesn't have any record of you."
"Then maybe SHIELD needs to update their database."
Her lips curled slightly, amused despite herself. "You're confident."
"You like that," I said.
She blinked.
[Affection +15: Natasha Romanoff – Intrigued]
Before she could respond, more Chitauri ships dove down toward us. I didn't move.
[Skill: Magic Trap Field – Lv.1300]
A massive glowing dome of magic spread around me. Every Chitauri that entered… exploded mid-air in flashes of blue and purple light.
Natasha stared at the perfect dome of death.
"Okay. That's not just magic."
"No," I said calmly. "That's what happens when every skill levels up every second."
She stared. I could see it. The mix of interest, caution, and admiration in her eyes.
"What's your name?" she finally asked.
"Sam."
She tilted her head. "You're not a god, are you?"
I chuckled. "Not yet."
A Leviathan roared overhead. I looked up.
[Skill: Titan Slayer Spear – Lv.1312]
A golden spear formed in my hand. I threw it—
BOOM!
The entire Leviathan was obliterated, raining down in harmless dust.
I turned back to Natasha, who was staring with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.
"You coming?" I asked, offering my hand.
After a pause, she took it.
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[System Alert: All Skills +3,920 Levels | Time Passed: 3 hrs, 45 mins]
[Harem Progression: Natasha Romanoff (Interest Level: Rising)]
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The war was still ongoing. But for me, it was already over.
This world was mine to shape. And the women who ruled it… were already looking my way.
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