Marvel: Beginning with the Collection of Shinra Tensei

Quicksilver, a grown man, let out a scream sharper than any woman's. Han Yu, Wanda, and Galacta exchanged glances and quickly deactivated their Sharingan. They were just about to comfort him when—whoosh—he vanished in an instant, his panicked voice still echoing as he bolted to his room.

"This guy's seen some pretty crazy stuff. How is he still such a coward?"

Wanda rolled her eyes in frustration at her brother's over-the-top reaction. Seriously? In our shop, even the people are scarier than ghosts. Why freak out like that?

Han Yu sighed, a bit helpless himself. But on second thought, if someone walked in and saw three people with blood-red eyes staring back at them, it would be pretty terrifying.

The three of them found Quicksilver in his room and explained the situation. Upon realizing it wasn't some supernatural horror, Quicksilver's adaptability kicked in surprisingly fast. Without missing a beat, he exclaimed, "I want one too!"

Not long after, Ultron strolled in, casually adding, "Count me in as well."

"How did you even know?" Quicksilver asked, wide-eyed. "You didn't install hidden cameras in my room, did you? Be honest—where are they?"

"Cameras in your room? Are you an idiot? Do you even realize how loud you were screaming? My room's right next to yours. I couldn't ignore it even if I tried," Ultron replied, shooting Quicksilver a disdainful glance.

Since Ultron wanted in, Han Yu had no objections. Everyone here was someone he could trust completely. If they could awaken the Sharingan, it'd be a massive boost to their overall strength—perfect for the shop's future endeavors.

Soon, the results were in: Quicksilver awakened a one-tomoe Sharingan, while Ultron, shockingly, awakened a three-tomoe Sharingan—making him the strongest after Han Yu.

Seeing this, Galacta was on the verge of tears. Clutching Han Yu's sleeve, her voice trembled with frustration: "I'm actually on the same level as him? No way! I can't accept this! Han Yu, teach me how to train—teach me how to get stronger!"

Quicksilver, unknowingly hit with an emotional arrow to the knee, sighed. "What's wrong with being on the same level as me? It's not like I'm weak…"

"You screamed like a banshee over some red eyes. I'd say Galacta's got a point," Ultron added dryly, delivering another verbal blow with surgical precision.

Quicksilver slumped to the side, feeling utterly defeated. He could already tell this incident would haunt him for a long time. Looking back, he regretted not screaming just a little quieter.

"But if we want to improve our ocular powers, we'll need to fight with the Sharingan. Where are we supposed to find opponents for that? We can't just fly around the universe looking for battles every day," Ultron pointed out.

Everyone nodded in agreement. It was true—enhancing the Sharingan's abilities wasn't something you could achieve by casually activating it or staring at the scenery. It required real combat—challenging combat.

Only by facing strong opponents could the Sharingan's powers truly evolve.

"Yeah, I've thought about that too," Han Yu said. "With our current strength, even Pietro—who's afraid of ghosts and screams like one—could easily become a king on Earth. Finding fights strong enough to improve the Sharingan is tough."

Quicksilver: …

Another arrow straight to the knee. He shot Han Yu a complex look, amazed by how effortlessly that insult landed. Truly… a master at work.

"Oh, right! Han Yu, didn't we capture that ugly guy earlier? He's a powerful sorcerer, isn't he? I could sense some serious magical energy from him," Galacta suddenly recalled, referring to Ebony Maw, whom Han Yu had captured.

Although Galacta hadn't fought him directly, she'd felt the magical fluctuations radiating from him.

For beings like Han Yu and Galacta—practically universe-level entities—someone like Ebony Maw was as easy to read as a stats sheet. His abilities were crystal clear at a glance.

Galacta recognized that, purely in terms of magical prowess, she couldn't defeat him. But unfortunately for Ebony Maw, raw power wasn't on his side. He wasn't even close to Skyfather-level. Against Han Yu or Galacta, he was nothing more than a speck of dust—a flick of their fingers could erase him from existence.

Han Yu even felt like saying: "Sorry, but having power really means you can do whatever you want."

Hearing Galacta's suggestion, Han Yu's eyes lit up. "Great idea! Ebony Maw is a master of sorcery—his illusions must be top-notch. He's perfect as a sparring partner for our Sharingan training."

Han Yu continued, "But listen closely—when fighting him, don't use your full strength unless it's a life-or-death situation. Focus on using the Sharingan as much as possible. Otherwise, you won't get any real training value out of it."

Everyone nodded in understanding.

With that, Han Yu raised his hand. Downstairs, where Ebony Maw was trapped in endless, torturous illusions, his limp body suddenly levitated—dragged upward by an invisible force.

Even Ultron, with his high tolerance for the bizarre, couldn't help but frown at the sight of Ebony Maw.

His once-proud form was now shriveled, like a deflated balloon stretched over brittle bones. If not for the faint trace of life they could still sense within him, they'd have assumed he was already a corpse.

Han Yu showed not an ounce of sympathy. The illusion he'd cast on Ebony Maw was tailored specifically to torment him—centered around the countless innocent people Maw had killed.

The overwhelming number of innocent souls had long formed a massive well of resentment that lingered around Maw.

Maw had sensed it too, but he never cared. Instead, he used his mastery of magic to suppress their vengeful spirits, even extracting their resentment to fuel his own magical power, refusing to let their souls find peace.

That was true cruelty—not just killing people, but imprisoning their souls even after death.

When Han Yu entered Ebony Maw's mind, he found this reservoir of resentment. He freed the souls—and, for good measure, infused them with a trace of Reality Stone energy.

Even the slightest bit of that power amplified their strength a hundredfold. Maw was utterly defenseless against it.

To keep him from going insane too quickly, Han Yu shielded his mind with a sliver of Green Lantern energy. But this wasn't mercy—it was to ensure Maw stayed sane long enough to suffer as much as possible.

Without Han Yu's intervention, Earth's people might've become part of Maw's collection of tormented souls. That's why Han Yu didn't hesitate—the more pain, the better.

So, after just an hour, Ebony Maw was reduced to this pitiful, withered husk—a fitting punishment for someone like him.

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