"So not only did you bring a new friend, but you also made it so our Wanda can't return?"
In front of the sofa.
Wanda's embodied energy form appeared, and she leaned toward the Ancient One, as if seeking protection.
At that moment.
Somewhat displeased, the Ancient One gently patted Wanda on the head.
Her gaze was fixed on Aron.
Aron, led by the Bun God, was enjoying himself with his mouth full of food.
"Of course!"
"Don't praise me; you have to know that our Wanda shouldn't be underestimated now~~"
"She's stronger than I am under normal conditions!"
When Aron finished, Wanda nodded in agreement, clearly aware of that.
The Ancient One showed a surprised expression.
Aron had surpassed even himself, and moreover, even after just a week of Wanda's official tour, her strength had already exceeded her previous individual level!
That made the Ancient One wonder if she, too, should go out and train a bit,
to collect some experience points.
Morgan Stark, who had come to this world for the first time, greeted the Ancient One together with Aron.
Guided by Black Cat, they began touring the New York Sanctum.
During this.
Morgan asked Black Cat one question after another about the purpose of various objects.
"Sister Black Cat, what's this?"
"This is a magic cloak that can take you flying, but be careful, it has a bad temper."
"Sister, what's this?"
"This is a signal light that flashes as a warning every time Kamar‑Taj is attacked; it even lit up before when aliens invaded Earth."
"Sister, what's this?"
"Eh… when we don't have anywhere to hang the laundry, we hang it here."
"Sister, what's this?"
"This is Mr. Aron's honorary badge from the Honor of Kings section 1200!"
"This is very important; from now on you must introduce it loudly to others."
Watching Aron's happy face in the distance,
Morgan Stark nodded in understanding.
"Master Ancient One, please forgive Aron~"
The Ancient One smiled bitterly.
At this point, even if Wanda were sold, she would probably still help Aron count the money.
Seeing how Aron constantly brought people home, Wanda knew that the Ancient One was intentionally criticizing Aron, but he didn't see her caring intention.
Aron, already full, waved his hand and asked the Bun God to study new pastries.
Then Groot came over holding his phone.
"How's the FPS shooting practice going?"
"Little Groot, did I train well while I was away?"
Groot proudly patted his chest.
Replied, "I'm Groot!"
Then.
The phone suddenly rang, and Aron glanced at it.
An incoming call from Tony Stark?
Without thinking, he hung up.
He wasn't interested in his affairs.
Because someone kept calling for no reason.
Especially Tony Stark.
That's why Aron had long separated his work phone from his gaming phone.
At that moment.
Aron and Little Groot kept chasing high scores in the game.
The so‑called work phone rang occasionally on the couch.
Morgan finished the tour.
Curiously, she picked up the phone.
"Mr. Aron, your phone is ringing."
"Pick up! Pick up! Hurry! Why didn't you take the healing I sent?"
"I'm Groot~"
(You threw your healing skill under the feet of other soldiers, so my sister can pick it up~)
Morgan seemed to have misunderstood.
She picked up the phone and unconsciously answered it.
"Aron? What's going on? Why has Namor from the parallel universe been transferred here?"
"He knows you? Now he argues every day with our Namor from this universe."
Aquaman?
Morgan probably guessed who it was.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"Mr. Aron is currently doing something very important and may not be able to come to the phone right now," she said politely.
"Up, forward, forward! You have to be brave like an ADC! Don't back away!"
"Is that the result of your hard training? Groot! Attack him with your skills!"
"I'm Groot~"
The background noise echoed through the phone, and neither side could hold back.
"…"
Tony on the other end of the line was silent for a moment.
He said:
"When Aron finishes helping me, tell him to call me back, it's very urgent."
"By the way, who are you?"
Only then did Tony remember to ask who had answered his call.
"Me? I'm Iron Man's daughter, Morgan Stark. I'll pass on the message, goodbye."
"Wait! Who are you???"
Tuut tuut ~
The call disconnected.
Morgan Stark called Diana to discuss living arrangements.
...
On the other side.
The phone kept ringing, and no one answered.
Stark sank into deep thought.
"What did she just say she was? Iron Man's daughter? But I clearly don't…!"
Then Tony reacted, and stiffly turned around.
In the conference room, the two Namors were arguing with each other.
"Namor!"
"What?"
Both Namors simultaneously turned their heads toward Iron Man.
Stark, however, ignoring the Namor of the main universe, grabbed the shoulder of the 838 Namor and asked:
"Tell me! In your universe, Stark! Iron Man! Does he have a daughter?"
"He does? How do you know that?"
"What's her name?"
Namor from 838 thought for a moment and continued.
"Seems her name is Morgan."
"No!"
Like a bolt from the blue, Stark raised his hands and shouted to the heavens.
Slowly, he knelt down.
"No! Aron!"
If Aron were here, he would surely have provided background music.
After three consecutive defeats, Aron decisively quit the game.
He knew he had to fix his mindset.
Moreover, he decided to make Groot undergo another week of self‑study literacy training!
"Morgan! What did you need from me?"
Only then did Aron remember what had happened earlier.
Morgan approached.
"Mr. Aron, I don't know who it was earlier, but he was talking about Mr. Namor."
Aron smacked his forehead.
He remembered!
838 Namor!
Revenge shouldn't be left overnight!
This time, a whole week had passed since I crossed my lower limit!
Then Aron suddenly realized… The anger from three consecutive losses, looks like I've found someone to take it out on!
"So your name is Namor, huh?"
Aron immediately opened a portal.
"Come on, Morgan, let me show you the customs."
Morgan followed him curiously.
The two passed through the portal.
In the next moment, they arrived at a field beneath the sea.
It was the underwater kingdom of Atlantis.
Morgan saw the beautiful underwater scenery, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Atlanteans weren't blind, and of course, they had their own light sources.
Under the glow of various fluorescent corals, the underwater world looked even more magical.
Morgan observed everything with curiosity.
Aron asked.
"Don't you have an underwater world like this in your universe?"
She shook her head and explained.
"Atlantis there was attacked by M‑Wanda."
"When my father rushed to the scene, Atlantis had already been destroyed."
After hearing that,
Aron inwardly understood why the Namor from Universe 838 was so irritable.
But does that stop me from beating him up?
Not at all!