Tony's eyes burned with hatred, glaring at the Winter Soldier, Bucky.
"Tony, calm down!" Steve urged, "Bucky was under control back then—"
The Winter Soldier remained silent.
Just three minutes ago, a video had been delivered to the prison. It revealed the truth about Tony's parents' deaths—murdered brutally by the Winter Soldier.
Learning the truth, Tony lost control on the spot.
"You knew, didn't you, Steve?!" Tony roared, eyes locked on the Captain.
Steve's silence was an admission.
"I'll kill you!"
Tony's rage boiled over. His father and mother had been murdered—this blood feud was unforgivable!
"Master, the crisis has been resolved. You may come out now."
Saturday Sale's voice sounded at Saitama's ear.
The bald man, who had been ignoring the quarrel while gaming, finally stretched lazily, rubbed his eyes, and stepped forward with that blank look only a gaming addict could have.
"Thanks for the hard work, Saturday Sale."
"This is what I should do." She smiled, happy to hear Saitama's praise.
Crack—crack—crack—
Just as Tony and Bucky were about to clash, the sound of twisting metal filled the room.
Everyone turned in shock.
Saitama was casually pulling apart the reinforced alloy bars of his cell as though they were rubber, then stepped out leisurely.
"I'm going home for dinner. You guys talk it out."
Like a retired old man, he walked away.
Tony: "…"
Steve: "…"
Bucky, Natasha: "…"
Saitama had no interest in their feud. Better to eat dinner.
Outside the prison, Saturday Sale returned to her ring form and slipped onto Saitama's hand. With Hydra's crisis resolved, the rest was Edward's responsibility.
But Saitama suddenly stopped walking.
"…Such a strong presence."
Before he could react, the space around him rippled like broken glass, forming countless glowing prisms.
He was trapped inside a mirrored dimension.
Even with his space perception, he realized this wasn't the same world anymore, though beyond the prisms still looked like New York.
Knock, knock—
Saitama tapped the prism walls, curious.
"Feels sturdy. This isn't the same space, huh?"
Then, a circle of orange sparks appeared. A robed figure stepped through.
Yellow monk's robes, a hood, calm eyes that carried wisdom and compassion.
She studied him deeply.
"Another bald one?" Saitama tilted his head, genuinely curious. Female baldies weren't common.
"A rude remark," she said calmly. "Strange… I cannot see your past or future. Only that you come from another dimension, carrying the aura of Infinity Stones. You may call me the Ancient One."
"The Ancient One?"
Saitama stared at her, eyes lingering on her head.
"Someone connected to you already brought ruin to countless lives. Until I can confirm your intentions, you will remain imprisoned in this mirror dimension."
She waved her hand. A projection appeared—Boros annihilating Hydra and the Mark armors.
"Oh, that's Boros. So he recovered already."
Saitama wasn't too surprised. He had handed Boros's cube to Saturday Sale, and now it was clear she'd used it well.
Once, Saitama had promised himself never to kill. But in the Marvel world, he'd seen the ugliest sides of humanity. Sometimes, sparing one villain meant three innocents would die. Justice and killing weren't always opposed.
"Seems I wasn't wrong about you," the Ancient One said. "Now, tell me who you are."
As Earth's Sorcerer Supreme, her power far surpassed S.H.I.E.L.D. She had quietly observed Saitama until Boros's rampage forced her hand.
"Me? I'm Saitama. A hero for fun. And yeah, I guess I'm from a different world."
"A professional hero? How amusing."
The Ancient One smiled faintly. "But I can feel it—you don't belong to this universe. You are an intruder of the multiverse."
Her duty was to protect Earth's balance in the multiverse, to repel threats from other dimensions. Any uninvited presence was hunted.
Saitama, brought here by his system, was no exception.
And beyond him was Dormammu, the true threat she always guarded against.
The Ancient One raised her hands, weaving glowing orange sigils that rotated like kaleidoscopes.
The mirror dimension shifted violently.
Buildings rotated like gears, walls became floors, floors turned into walls, gravity reversed, cars tumbled into the sky.
A chaotic world of distorted rules.
Saitama staggered, then steadied himself in midair, faint arcs of blue lightning sparking at his feet.
The Ancient One frowned, studying him.
She had watched him since the Chitauri invasion in New York, but she could never see through him.
No past. No future.
He simply existed, rewriting Marvel's history—Tony with super-soldier serum, Banner transformed, Helen Cho's destiny changed.
She wanted to see how far Saitama's ripple would spread.
But now, with Boros and Saitama both present, the threat exceeded her limits.
"Oh? You mean to trap me here?" Saitama asked curiously, tilting his head.
(End of Chapter)
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