All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

Ao Qing opened the chat group interface, took a picture, and sent it to the group.

A level 5 monster, split in two, was frozen in ice and placed on the base's helipad, surrounded by a group of researchers who dared not approach.

He sat in the control room, legs crossed, crunching loudly as he took a bite of an apple.

"Pacific Rim world sorted out, time traveler found, his name is Zhao Yi, a scientist."

Peter then sent a message as well.

He had just returned to the backyard from the front of the inn. "I found it here too. It's a martial arts world. A newbie who just transmigrated not long ago was drugged and thrown into a well. He was just pulled out."

Ao Qing sent a laughing emoji with her hands slapping the table, "How long have you been soaking?"

"...That's not the point." Peter glanced at the transmigrator next to him who was still flexing his wrists. "This transmigrator doesn't have any special abilities, and this world doesn't have much potential either."

Lin Yan leaned against the window of the Kamar-Taj meditation room. Outside, the branches of the ancient trees swayed gently in the night breeze, and the tea beside him was still steaming.

"You two can handle these two worlds yourselves. I have no interest in either of them."

Ao Qing paused in his apple-chewing. "Brother Lin, where are you now?"

"Still in Marvel."

He paused for a moment after saying that.

He had mentioned Wanda a few times before, but hadn't gone into details.

Lin Yan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then continued.

"Something happened these past few days. Wanda used the method I taught her to help her brother Pietro awaken superpowers."

"Okay, now we just wait for news from Sister Kara." Ao Qing threw the apple core into the trash can.

"There might be a bit of an accident on Kara's end. If you two have time, you can go and take a look." Lin Yan recalled the conversation Kara had with him before.

"Is it okay?" Peter also liked to join in the fun. This martial arts world was a bit too boring, and he didn't really have any desire to go out and see it.

"Sure, just tell Kara before you go." Lin Yan leaned back in his chair, the tea beside him still steaming.

The chat messages scrolled across the edge of his field of vision. Ao Qing was already clamoring to go find Kara, and Peter followed behind with a raised hand icon.

Gu Yi sat opposite him, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold for a long time. Her gaze swept across his face before returning to the edge of the teacup.

Lin Yan could tell what she wanted to ask.

This Supreme Master lived for seven hundred years and could tolerate anything, including curiosity.

"Those two children," the Ancient One finally spoke, "have their fates changed by you."

Lin Yan closed the chat group, picked up his teacup and took a sip, "Where did you learn this theory about fate from?"

Gu Yi did not respond.

"They already had it. I just let them encounter it a little earlier." Lin Yan leaned back in his chair. "Wanda has great potential, but she's also more discreet. Don't worry, she won't disrupt your plans."

"You're the biggest surprise that disrupted the plan," the Ancient One thought to herself, but didn't say it aloud.

"You really like that child."

Lin Yan did not answer.

He stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the air with his fingertips.

Golden sparks splashed out from the rim, swirling and spreading outwards, creating a scene incongruous with the tea room.

In the New York sky, a large section of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the Stark Tower was shattered, with shards of glass suspended in mid-air by dark red chaotic magic.

Wanda stands in the center of the image, her young face showing both anger and relief.

Pietro stood behind her, his silver-gray hair slightly disheveled by the night wind.

"You two haven't weaned your babies yet, have you?" Stark hovered in mid-air, the thrusters of his Mark armor shooting out two steady streams of fire beneath his feet, illuminating the shattered French windows behind him.

The faceplate wasn't fully closed, revealing half of his face, and he still had that smile he always wore when dealing with reporters at press conferences. "Young people these days are quite bold. Breaking into someone's office in the middle of the night, smashing the glass, and even removing one of my armor sets. Do you know how much this set costs? If you want an autograph, you can come during the day and just wait in line."

Wanda ignored him.

She stood on the shattered glass floor, her grey-green eyes peering through the shards at the face suspended in mid-air. "Did my parents die because of you?"

The flames from the thrusters burned steadily.

Tony's smile lingered for two seconds before slowly fading away.

He landed on the ground, his helmet fully open. "Listen, kid, I don't know who ordered you here. I haven't killed any innocent people, nor have I harmed two children who have no parents."

Pietro abruptly raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, and his voice burst from deep within his throat, "My parents were killed by your missiles!"

He took a step forward, the shards of glass crunching under his feet.

“I have manufactured weapons and sold them to people who needed them,” Tony interrupted him. “But I have never sold them to Hydra. I sold them to the Department of Defense, to people who could legally possess them.”

He brought up a holographic screen and swiped his finger across it a few times.

"Middlemen, see? The Ministry of Defense resold a batch of weapons to contractors in the Middle East, and then someone stole a batch from the Middle East and shipped it to Eastern Europe."

The holographic screen was filled with a dense list of arms and tracking records, with the bottom few lines marked in red.

The serial numbers of the missiles indicate that their initial destination was a legitimate transaction, which was then resold and eventually ended up in a Hydra branch organization that had been marked as "disbanded." The serial numbers of these missiles eventually appeared on the battlefield in Sokovia.

“I didn’t sell the missiles to them.” Tony pushed the holographic screen in front of Wanda. “Of course, you’re right, I made these things, and I’ve never denied that.”

"Wait a minute." Her grey-green eyes lifted. "You just said, Hydra."

"Yes, Hydra." Stark had Jarvis pull up their files from the very beginning, so he knew where they came from.

"They stole the missiles, transported them to Sokovia, launched them into residential areas, and then impersonated the Foundation."

Pietro opened his mouth, looked at the screen, then at Tony, wanting to say "You lied to me," but no sound came out of his throat.

"Wait a minute!" Stark suddenly realized, "Was it the Foundation that told you I was the real culprit?"

"It's you, do they even need to tell us?" Pietro roared.

"You're not the first group of people who were tricked by Hydra into causing me trouble." Stark's tone was somewhat helpless, after all, the people Hydra found did have some direct and indirect relationship with him.

"They want us to hate you."

"Then they'll use you against me." Tony stood still. "They almost succeeded."

"You don't think we trust you that much, do you?" She looked up. "Even if the missile was stolen, you made it."

Tony didn't argue, he just looked at her and asked, "So what do you want to do now?"

"Pietro, let him go for now. We can come and take his life anytime." Wanda turned her head. "Go check with Hydra."