It didn't matter to Leo whether Tony believed him or not.
Life and death are fated; wealth and honor are determined by Heaven.
It was time to leave. He glanced at Banner one last time, signaling him to stay calm. As for the Avengers? Forget it.
"Alright, I've said all I can. I'm leaving."
Leo had barely taken two steps before turning back.
"Oh, and Tony, tell Jarvis to transfer that hundred million to me quickly, or I'm afraid I won't receive it."
"Get lost!"
Tony snapped, furious beyond words.
Leo grinned. "Haha, I'm off!"
In the next second, he vanished into thin air.
Everyone froze.
"What the f*ck! Was that Space Teleportation?"
"Damn it! Damn it! Why the hell did he want to fly back with us when he can clearly teleport? I brought him back out of kindness, and he lied to me!"
Tony felt like he'd swallowed a fly. Ever since that guy showed up, he'd been getting scammed over and over again.
Now, just hearing Leo's name made him uneasy. Nothing good ever happened when he was around.
While Tony fumed, Pepper covered her mouth to hide a laugh, and Banner tilted his head toward the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought.
Inside Wanda's room, Leo reappeared in a flash.
The first thing he noticed was the slight lag. He frowned.
"System, why do I feel a delay when I teleport? Whether it's Red Devil or Nightcrawler, it's the same thing."
He couldn't help but question it. Was this a flaw in the Mutant teleportation ability? After all, no ability in this world was perfect.
[Host, Red Devil and Nightcrawler both travel through another dimension to teleport. The delay of a few tenths of a second comes from crossing that dimension.]
"So that's it."
Leo finally understood.
But to a top-tier fighter, that delay was deadly. Even a 0.1-second lag could decide life or death in a duel.
He couldn't allow that kind of weakness.
"Is there a solution? This is a fatal flaw."
[Yes.]
"What is it?"
[Devour the Space Stone. With the infinite power of space, you can evolve into true Space Teleportation.]
"Good. Let's do that!" Leo agreed decisively.
Then an idea sparked in his mind.
"Steve, it's time for you to come out early."
Captain America, Steve Rogers — the sleeping legend still frozen in the Arctic Ocean — had yet to be rescued. Leo grinned.
He could use this.
Your superhero, Captain America Steve, the symbol of American heroism, was still alive. What a surprise.
He'd trade this living legend for the Tesseract.
Nick Fury wouldn't agree? Impossible.
This wasn't a negotiation anymore — it was public pressure. If Fury refused, the people themselves would tear him apart. Leo knew exactly how much this country worshipped individual heroism.
So, in a few days, he'd find Captain America... and sell him for money.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slightly altering the fate of the plot character Hulk. Reward: 100,000 points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slightly altering the fate of the plot character Tony Stark. Reward: 100,000 points.]
[Current total: 5.9 million points.]
After waiting so long, the system's familiar notifications finally came. Leo smiled in satisfaction.
How could he not profit from all this interference?
As for how big of an impact resurrecting Steve two years early would have — who cared?
The point was to disrupt the plot. That's what he was here for.
Whatever Leo wanted, no one could take away.
As for Thanos's wrath?
Please.
That purple potato wasn't even looking this way. Somewhere in the universe, he was still obsessing over his "balance" nonsense.
Even if he noticed Earth, what could he do?
Would a sub–Skyfather-level purple guy dare step foot on Earth while Odin and the Ancient One were still alive?
Not a chance.
Leo finished planning everything and felt much more relaxed.
"It's getting late. Let's order some food. Wanda should be waking up soon."
He checked the time — already late. He called a five-star hotel and ordered a grand meal.
He deserved it. He was rich now.
And Wanda needed to recover — she'd bled, cried, and suffered for him. Leo felt a little guilty.
Only when she was better could he truly "serve" her. Otherwise, he'd be no better than a beast.
The American delivery service, though... was painfully slow.
Even five-star hotels weren't spared.
From order to delivery took nearly two hours.
"What are they, snails?" Leo muttered. "Twenty bucks for delivery, and this is the efficiency?"
Yeah, he needed a live-in housekeeper — someone to cook and clean. Otherwise, they'd both wear themselves out.
He could cook, sure, but come on — he was a man destined to conquer the universe. Doing laundry didn't quite fit that image.
"Wanda, come with me tomorrow. I bought a new villa — bigger, safer, much better than here."
Wanda, busy eating, nodded without hesitation.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Of course she agreed. Was she going to argue with a billionaire? She earned maybe two thousand a month — it wasn't even a question.
She wasn't one of those future-generation women who overdosed on empowerment podcasts.
"Mm, eat more. We've got things to do tonight." Leo winked.
"Hmph! Who wants to 'do things'? Get lost."
Wanda blushed. She knew exactly what he meant — but her body was still too sore!
She was afraid she'd be "overfed" again. What a tragic way to go — dying of too much love.
"Oh, right. I plan to hire a nanny — someone to handle the housework."
"Sure, that's normal," Wanda said without looking up.
"Mm, but don't be shocked when you see her. The nanny I'm hiring isn't ordinary."
"From Class Two?" Wanda teased.
"I'm serious. Promise me you won't freak out."
"Alright, now I'm curious."
Wanda smiled, not believing a word. What, was he bringing home a demon maid with horns and a tail?
Leo just smirked. "Hehe, it's a secret."
He was thinking of Natasha.
Black Widow in a maid outfit? Now that would be interesting.