Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone.

Just admit your mistake.

Wanda listened to Mike's apology without saying a word, but simply looked away from Mike and then turned and left again.

Mike watched Wanda turn and walk away, and instinctively spoke up.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"go home."

"Will you come again tomorrow?"

“If you’re not coming, then get out of my country, Mike.”

"I'll wait for you here."

"I'm not coming."

"I won't leave unless you come."

"up to you."

Without turning her head, Wanda said something, and the moment she opened her arms, chaotic magic roared, and she instantly leaped up and disappeared from the top of the mountain.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Wanda didn't know why she suddenly felt so bad when Mike suggested that she could go find other women.

Although the life in the spiritual world is very real.

Infinite reality.

but……

What's fake will always be fake.

So Wanda didn't understand why she suddenly became so angry.

She felt a bit unsettled and wanted to be alone for a while.

Mike, who was in the valley, did not choose to give chase. His golden-red eyes, tinged with flames, stared directly through the valley walls at Wanda, who was walking down the mountain, his gaze flickering slightly.

Everything in the spiritual world is an illusion.

It is undeniable.

But it is equally undeniable that while the world may be a fiction, memories are eternal.

All the memories experienced in the spiritual world did not disappear with the disappearance of the spiritual world. Instead, they remained in the memories of the two people, just like other memories.

only--

Michael III, as a man, had already learned how to process and distinguish the memories of these three lifetimes.

But Wanda is not an option.

But she is the Scarlet Witch, after all; she will find a way to deal with these memories.

It's just unclear how Wanda will handle this.

With these thoughts in mind, Mike looked away after confirming that Wanda had safely descended the mountain, and then sat back down on the rock by the pond.

He still sat in the same posture as the Buddha of No Heaven.

next second.

Mike took a deep breath, then gathered up the memories of his inner world that had resurfaced in his mind after seeing Wanda, and once again focused his consciousness into his own inner universe.

Understanding the sixth sense or the microcosm is not the end.

It is not the beginning.

Only after comprehending the sixth sense cosmos can one truly open the door to becoming a Saint.

The seventh sense, Manas, symbolizes the source of life.

It symbolizes the eighth sense, Alaya-vijnana, which transcends life and death.

And the ninth sense, Amala, which symbolizes the realm of the gods.

Moreover, he has only comprehended the sixth sense universe at present, and there is still a long way to go before he can push this sixth sense universe to its peak.

and so--

The revolution is not yet complete; comrades must continue to strive.

Mike actually planned to return to New York City after gaining insight into his sixth sense.

But now he has changed his mind.

Anyway, there's nothing urgent to do back in New York City, so I might as well continue cultivating here rather than go back to New York City to cultivate.

After all, this valley is really quite nice.

Deep and quiet.

Hidden and tranquil.

Nothing is more suitable than allowing people to calm down and contemplate their own inner world.

Therefore!

Mike, sitting like the Buddha of No Heaven, sat on a rock by the pond in the valley. After closing his eyes, he once again immersed himself in the comprehension of his sixth sense universe. When he opened his eyes again, it was already ten days later.

The weather is great today.

Even the sunlight today shines through the gaps in the dense foliage that shades the valley, casting its rays into every corner of the valley.

The sunlight shone on the stream in the pond, creating shimmering ripples.

Just then.

With a thud, a basket carried by someone resembling Little Red Riding Hood was placed next to Mike. Immediately afterward, a soft voice with a Sokovian accent rang in Mike's ear: "Eat."

Mike's lips curled up slightly as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wanda, who had reappeared before him: "Ten whole days. Aren't you afraid your dear husband will starve to death here?"

Wanda glanced at Mike expressionlessly.

"It's better to starve than to drown."

"I thought this topic was over. Okay, I'll give you a guarantee."

"what?"

"When I'm ninety again, no, when I'm eighty this time, I promise I won't go back to the sea."

As Mike spoke, he met Wanda's eyes and raised his hand to swear.

Wanda chuckled, neither confirming nor denying, and opened the basket beside her.

moment.

The aroma wafted from the basket.

Mike raised an eyebrow; upon smelling the aroma, he immediately knew what the food was.

"Red beet soup?"

"dislike?"

"There are some things, you know I don't really like..."

"You don't have to drink, but you should hurry back to New York City, don't stay..."

"I drink."

As Wanda closed the lid and prepared to leave with the basket, Mike quickly snatched it from her hand, opened the basket, took out the soup pot, and then unscrewed the lid.

into the eye.

This is a pot of beet soup that looks very bright red.

Red beet soup.

This is also a Sokovia specialty, made with beetroot and beef broth as a base, then slow-cooked with cabbage, potatoes, carrots and tomatoes until it turns a distinctive purplish-red color. Finally, a spoonful of local sour cream and chopped dill are added before serving.

It tastes sweet and sour.

Wanda loved making this soup when she was in the spirit world, but Mike never really liked it.

However, in the mental world, Wanda didn't force Mike to drink it.

pity.

This is reality, no longer the world of the mind. At least for now, Pietro isn't under his feet, and he can't use Pietro to threaten Wanda anymore.

Mike thought to himself, and then, under Wanda's inscrutable gaze, he picked up the jar and took a sip of beet soup.

moment.

The sweet and sour taste exploded on his taste buds.

Mike calmly put down the jar he was holding, grabbed a pocket bread made from Sokovian rye bread from the basket, ate several bites, and then looked at Wanda: "Not bad, delicious."

Wanda took in all of Mike's actions, and upon hearing his words, she smiled slightly: "Then I'll cook it for you every day!"

Mike's lips twitched: "There's no need for every day, how about this, once a month?"

Wanda remained expressionless.

Two days.

"Half a month."

"Three days."

"One week."

After Mike finished speaking, he quickly added before Wanda could say anything, "Drinking it once a week is enough. You'll get tired of drinking it every day."

Upon hearing this, Wanda seemed to realize something and looked at Mike: "So, you were with me every day in the fantasy world because you got tired of me, which is why you said you wanted to go find other women?"

Mike took a deep breath and instinctively closed his eyes.

next second.

Mike, who had just opened his eyes again, grabbed the beetroot soup jar that he had only taken a sip from and drank the remaining nine-tenths of the soup in one gulp. After putting the jar down, he looked at Wanda resignedly and said, "Okay, as long as you cook it for me every day, I promise I'll drink it every day."

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly felt that his criteria for choosing a partner might be a little too strict.