Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 291: C282

"You once had a family, and you once had happiness. But cruel reality destroyed it all."

"Because of your past, you have been unable to integrate into the society of ordinary people. That is normal—because they do not know what you have experienced or what you desire."

"I offer you a chance."

"Abandon the past and embrace your new future. In this future, you may face crueler enemies—some may be demons, others creatures from mythology, and some even more powerful beings."

"But perhaps... it will make your world a more exciting place."

Leon's voice was calm, yet it carried an inexplicable magic. A glint appeared in the eyes of every Black Widow present as they looked at him. It was called expectation.

Yes, they were looking forward to it. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Just as Leon had said, they had experienced despair, pain, suffering, and torture. Some of them had even been forcibly sterilized, robbed of the ability to bear children—stripped of what some would call their womanhood.

After leaving the Red Room, they should have been filled with suspicion and vigilance toward the world, always on guard.

Yet here, standing before Leon, they showed something different—sincere anticipation.

They were waiting for this man to fulfill his promise. And they were ready to dedicate their lives and loyalty to him in exchange for it.

To see the world he had spoken of.

They did not fear death. What they feared was losing. They feared being deprived of what little dignity they had left.

They wanted to reclaim their dignity. To become whole again.

Leon looked at the women before him, now burning with vitality. He smiled softly.

Then he snapped his fingers.

Ta~~

With the crisp sound of the snap, a massive formation appeared beneath them.

Inside the magic circle, golden particles floated like grains of shining sand.

At first, the women were wary. But soon, they realized—this was Leon's handiwork. The golden light shimmered and slowly merged into their bodies.

The next moment, they felt it.

A silent yet profound transformation.

It was like basking in the sun, submerged in warm, tranquil waters.

The haze of their past seemed to dissipate.

And then, power.

Their blood, bones, and cells surged with change. Hidden wounds, old scars, and internal damage—everything began to heal.

The overwhelming sensation of strength welling up inside them was... intoxicating.

They couldn't help but lift their hands, staring in disbelief. Their once-calloused palms shed a thick layer of dead skin, revealing soft, smooth flesh beneath.

Bathed in golden radiance, these two thousand former spies began to evolve beyond human limitations.

A leap in life itself.

For the first time, they felt like they truly belonged in a world beyond the mundane—a world of the extraordinary.

Time seemed to slow.

The golden particles drifting in the air, the blinking of their own eyes, even the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds—they could perceive it all in exquisite detail.

This world was like a painting, breathtakingly vivid.

And for the first time in their lives... they were immersed in something beautiful.

They didn't know how long it lasted. Minutes? An hour? Time had lost meaning.

But eventually, all things must end.

The enormous magic formation beneath their feet dissipated. The golden particles in the air vanished.

They were still themselves.

Leon stood before them, flanked by Yelena and Melina.

Yet none of the women immediately rushed to check their newfound beauty. Instead, they clenched their fists—testing the power surging within them.

They knew—instinctively—that with this strength, they could tear apart even a fighter jet with their bare hands.

And yet... there was no panic.

No imbalance.

Only a profound, eerie calm.

That, more than anything, surprised them.

Of course, they were trained spies. Conditioned to obey. Even with newfound power, they remained disciplined.

After a brief moment of looking at their own hands, their focus returned to Leon.

"You should already feel the changes in your bodies," he said. "I don't need to say more. The rest is in the hands of Yelena and Melina."

"I have only one expectation for you."

"Become nightmares to every enemy in your path."

"Pierce their hearts with your blades. Take their heads as trophies."

Leon fell silent for a moment before continuing, his voice solemn.

"The legion you now belong to is called the Sword of Tiamat."

"Remember its name. It will follow you for the rest of your lives—through glory, death, and blood."

He raised his right hand.

Weng~~

The entire cave erupted with golden light, streaking through the air like blazing meteors, weaving a web of brilliance. The force of it was overwhelming—ripping through the hollowed-out cavern, cutting the air itself into fragments.

The sharp winds howled, sending the long hair of the newly forged warriors whipping wildly.

Yet none of them flinched.

They stood unwavering, staring straight ahead.

Then—

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

From the golden radiance, something emerged—something real.

The shimmering streamers of light converged, taking shape before each girl.

Their gazes fell upon them.

Their eyes—hard, trained, merciless—softened.

There, embedded in the stone before them, were weapons.

Spears.

Swords.

Crossed blades.

Round shields.

Each weapon had been chosen for them, forged for their hands alone.

Each carried power beyond mortal understanding.

Leon had gifted them the means to carve their own legend.

The Sword of Tiamat had been born.

And soon, the world would tremble before it.