Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone.

Mike even specially built that thatched hut.

It was still on a huge rock by the stream.

Mike sat cross-legged on the boulder, with the other leg naturally bent, one hand resting on his knee, his eyes slightly closed, his mind sinking into his own little universe.

This is the twentieth day since he returned from the Atlantic.

To do a good job, one must first have the right tools!

So Mike spent three days building this valley that made him feel familiar and at ease, and then spent another seven days sitting on this boulder, using his own universe to call upon the real Leo constellation in the real universe.

The sacred garment is a bridge.

It is the bridge connecting a Saint's cosmos with their own constellation, and it is also the armor that helps a Saint communicate with the constellations and thus gain constellation-based combat power.

The most important thing.

Mike wasn't a blacksmith. He knew what materials were needed for the Saint Cloth, but he knew nothing about how to forge it.

But it doesn't matter.

He didn't know how to forge the Saint Cloth, but Leo did.

Besides, what kind of Saint Cloth could be better than one forged from the constellation itself?

The best Saint Cloths are forged by the constellations themselves.

So he spent seven days specifically communicating with Leo himself.

The time is now.

Mike was now completely absorbed in his microcosm, looking at the scarlet ether particles that were rotating around his microcosm like a cosmic ring.

The moment he transferred the properties of 'Silver Star Sand' to the Ether Particles.

The ether particles surrounding Mike's microcosm, resembling a ring of stars, immediately responded to Mike's thought and began to move.

Reality Gem, may your dreams come true.

Mike's thoughts were instantly answered by the ether particles, which circulated faster and faster, as if pondering what exactly the silver stardust that Mike was thinking about was.

next second.

Strands of silver light were born from the moving ether particles, like fabric emerging from a loom.

The first wisp of silver stardust appeared in the microcosm.

It was quietly suspended in the microcosm, its irregular polyhedral surface shimmering with light like that of the Milky Way.

The second wisp, the third wisp...

More silver stardust was materialized by the Reality Gem, also known as the Ether Particle. The moment each strand of silver stardust was brought into reality from fantasy by the Ether Particle, the light of the entire microcosm became even more magnificent.

The materialized silver stardust began to flow like molten glass.

Mike had a sudden thought.

The Terrigen Crystal, obtained from the Inhumans to replace Gamanion, and the Vibranium, obtained from Wakanda to replace Orichalco, melted in the flames rising from the cosmos and flowed into the River of Crystal, composed of Silver Stardust.

The last three materials used to make the Saint Cloth merged together and flowed slowly in the cosmos, as if outlining a galaxy within the cosmos.

And the destination that this galaxy leads to is Leo, which, in a completely languid state, straightens up from its microcosm and extends its golden claws toward this galaxy.

This galaxy will be forged and tempered by Leo, eventually forming the Leo Cloth that Michael needs.

only--

The moment Mike's mind met Leo's golden eyes, he suddenly had a feeling that Leo's gaze was looking at him with a hint of disdain.

"Don't do that."

"It's called my Saint Cloth, but it's actually a manifestation of your power."

"If I do it myself, I won't have any of your domineering presence, and I'll just be hissing like a cat. Wouldn't that make you feel even worse?"

"so--"

"please!"

"Onega Isimas!"

Mike stood up straight, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, and bowed deeply to Leo at a ninety-degree angle.

The posture was as perfect as could be.

After all, in the second life, although the Sanctuary was based on Western mythology, the story of Saint Seiya was written by people from an island nation.

Therefore, Mike is quite knowledgeable about some aspects of island culture.

After bowing ninety degrees to the projection of Leo in his own universe, Mike, who was sitting on the rock in the valley, slowly opened his eyes with a smile on his lips.

His work is done; from now on, it's Leo's turn.

Once Leo has finished forging the Saint Cloth, he will travel to Asgard to seek revenge on Loki for his adoptive parents.

And this won't take long.

Just like he communicated with Leo, after all, he was supposed to forge the Leo Cloth. If he were to do it himself, and accidentally forged the Leo Cloth into the Cat Cloth, it wouldn't be him who would be embarrassed, but Leo.

Just in case, it's best for Leo to handle the forging of the Saint Cloth himself.

and so--

almost.

In a month at most, he will be able to travel to Asgard to avenge his adoptive parents.

Mike sat cross-legged on the rock, his eyes darting around. He recalled the day of his graduation ceremony when his adoptive parents died tragically before his eyes, and his hatred for Loki burned like wildfire.

It's getting worse!

Just then.

Mike felt a cool sensation on his head. A thought struck him, and he took a deep breath, slowly closing his eyes to gradually extinguish the fire of hatred in his heart.

But the fire of hatred was not completely extinguished; it was merely weakened to an infinite degree.

But the flames of hatred still burn.

Once this fire of hatred was vented, his mind was completely undamaged.

Mike had a premonition that the day this fire of hatred was finally unleashed would be the moment when his sixth sense reached its peak.

after awhile.

Mike glanced at the flame of hatred that he had extinguished, leaving only a small flame burning, and then reopened his eyes.

into the eye.

Mike looked at Wanda, who was standing in front of him, her hands on his temples, bringing a cool sensation.

Eyes facing each other.

Wanda considered withdrawing her hands.

Just then.

"Don't let go."

Mike spoke up, looking into Wanda's light green eyes: "It hurts!"

Upon hearing this, Wanda met Mike's gaze, thought for a moment, and then gently pressed her hands, which she had been trying to withdraw, back onto Mike's temples.

Mike narrowed his eyes slightly again, enjoying the massage from Wanda.

A gentle breeze swept through the valley, bringing coolness and carrying Wanda's fragrance to Mike's nose.

“My adoptive father Nick and adoptive mother Meni.”

"They are all good people."

"Although my adoptive father was just a bus driver and my adoptive mother was just a nurse, they still gave me the best life they could give me when they brought me back from the foster home."

"And my sister, Heidi, didn't feel that my arrival lowered her quality of life. On the contrary, she really treated me like her own brother."

“After her adoptive parents died tragically because of me, Heidi did not blame me when she heard the news, nor did she say a harsh word to me.”

"Actually, I really want to be a lazy bum."

Mike, with his eyes slightly closed, spoke very softly.

In the first life, it was as if he was controlled by "thirty-three taels of silver," unable to see any meaning in the struggle, merely living for the sake of living.

In his second life, after seeing hope, he worked hard, but before he could achieve anything, he was kicked to death by a powerful Gold Saint.

So Mike really didn't want to fight in this life; he just wanted to live a peaceful and ordinary life.

"Just like how I manifest in the world of consciousness."

"That kind of life is exactly what I want."

"But the death of my adoptive parents made me realize something."

"I should have realized it a long time ago."

"Not having a gun is one thing."

"Having a gun and not using it is a different matter."

"so--"

"Since the world is unwilling to see me live out my life peacefully, then I can only give the world a little shock."

The shock came from someone who was once called an "extraterrestrial demon" but is now known as a "transmigrator".

As Mike spoke, he reopened his eyes and looked at Wanda, who was standing in front of him, her hands massaging his temples as she calmly looked at him with her light green eyes. He said in a calm voice with a smile, "Once again, I am not a good person, nor do I want to be one."

He gave the world the opportunity to be a good person.

But the world did not cherish him, and his only parents, whom he had lived three lifetimes with, died tragically.

So don't blame him for being a bad guy.

"I know."

As Wanda listened to Mike's self-assessment, her light green eyes calmly looking at him: "What you've said before, but in my eyes, Pietro's eyes, and Heidi's eyes, you're a good person, Mike."