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Chapter 109: Cream Puff?
🕑 Added 2026-01-04 15:17:42 +0000 UTCGwen shot the strange man a glance, and a strong sense of wrongness immediately surged in her chest.
Something about him was seriously off.
But there was no time to think. Right now, the most urgent thing was saving those drunks from the girl’s hands.
They were already barely breathing, collapsed on the ground in a miserable heap. If she didn’t stop her, they were really going to be beaten to death.
Gwen rushed forward to the girl’s side and, without thinking, reached out to grab the arm that was swinging down again.
The moment her palm touched the girl’s slender wrist, Gwen’s heart jolted.
She felt a powerful force.
At first it was faint, but when Gwen instinctively increased her grip to stop the attack, that force ignited like gunpowder—surging upward at a terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, it climbed to the level of over ten tons.
Even for Gwen, that kind of strength demanded total focus and everything she had just to barely hold her ground.
As expected, this girl was no ordinary person. She was a superhuman with powers.
Seeing the girl raise her other hand to smash down again, Gwen panicked and shouted urgently, trying to reason with her:
“Hey! They’re about to die! If you keep hitting them and they die, you’re going to prison. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life behind bars, do you?”
Even so, the girl didn’t hesitate in the slightest. She kept attacking, with no sign of stopping.
Gwen frowned, confusion filling her eyes. She looked closer at the girl—and her pupils tightened.
Something’s wrong.
She’s wrong.
The girl’s brown eyes, once full of life, had completely lost their light. They were hollow and dead, like still water with no ripples.
Her pupils were slightly dilated, her gaze unfocused as she stared ahead. She seemed to have lost all awareness of her surroundings, like invisible strings were pulling her—her body no longer obeying her own will, only carrying out some unknown command with stiff, mechanical movements.
Just like—
She was being controlled.
As Gwen tried to figure out what was happening, a creepy, deranged laugh suddenly sounded behind her.
“Heh heh heh…”
The purple-haired man snickered. His laugh was like an owl’s screech in the night—unnaturally twisted, drenched in madness.
“I thought something went wrong. You scared me for a second. Sure, I couldn’t control Supreme Heroine… but that’s fine. The Sorcerer Supreme is way stronger than she is!
Once the Sorcerer Supreme is my slave, a weaker Supreme Heroine is just going to have to behave and let me do whatever I want!”
Gwen’s alarm bells exploded. She snapped back to reality, finally realizing just how bad this was.
She looked at Harry in a panic.
Harry’s face was still hidden behind gray mist, but his posture—his movements—were stiff and unnatural.
Just like the girl.
Like he’d been controlled too.
Gwen turned her head and locked onto the purple-haired man, her teeth grinding as she spat each word out:
“It was you. You’re the one controlling them!”
The purple-haired man retreated quickly, using Harry as a human shield, half-hiding behind him. He looked at Gwen with arrogant contempt and sneered:
“Yeah. Of course it was me. My luck today is incredible—first I get a superpowered girl as my slave, and now I’m adding the Sorcerer Supreme and Supreme Heroine under my command!”
Earlier, the Purple Man had been amusing himself by making a few drunks beat each other up when a figure entered his sight—the girl called Jessica.
Jessica probably mistook the Purple Man for a pitiful victim being harassed by drunks and came over to help. But the moment he saw her pretty face, he didn’t hesitate—he released his pheromones and took control of her.
While controlling Jessica, he unexpectedly discovered her strength was far beyond human limits. She wasn’t an ordinary girl at all—she was a superhuman with powers.
Just as he was reveling in the thrill of gaining a superhuman slave, he suddenly saw the Sorcerer Supreme and Supreme Heroine drop from the sky.
The sight froze the smile on his face—everyone knew how terrifying the Sorcerer Supreme was. But after only a moment, he became excited again.
If he could control the Sorcerer Supreme and Supreme Heroine, what superhero in the world could possibly stand against him?
So he decided instantly. Every pore on his body seemed to open as he unleashed the special, power-laced pheromones in his system without holding anything back—pouring them out with everything he had, trying to take control of the Sorcerer Supreme and Supreme Heroine.
Seconds ticked by.
And the Purple Man’s heart sank deeper and deeper.
Fear and unease spread like weeds in his chest.
When he controlled Jessica, it had only taken a dozen seconds.
But now, several minutes had passed, and the Sorcerer Supreme and Supreme Heroine were still moving freely—showing no reaction at all to his control.
Just as he gritted his teeth, convinced he couldn’t control these two powerful heroes and was about to run—
He suddenly saw the Sorcerer Supreme’s movements turn slow and dull, and the spark in his eyes vanish in an instant.
The Purple Man’s eyes widened.
The dread in his heart was instantly replaced by wild joy—he knew that look too well.
No doubt about it.
The Sorcerer Supreme had been controlled.
He didn’t know why Supreme Heroine could resist, but it didn’t matter. He’d already controlled the stronger one.
Next, he could simply order the Sorcerer Supreme to subdue Supreme Heroine. After that, he’d have all the time in the world to deal with her—and figure out why she was immune.
The purple-suited man was smug to the point of delirium. His grin grew more and more crazed, but he still stayed behind Harry, leaving no opening at all.
He lifted his chin, dripping with arrogance, and gave an order to the controlled Harry:
“Sorcerer Supreme. Go. Grab Supreme Heroine for me!”
The moment Gwen heard that, her body tensed like she was facing a deadly enemy.
She was with Harry every day. She knew exactly how terrifying he was. If Harry really went all-out and hit her with a serious attack, she wouldn’t be able to take it.
The alley’s atmosphere suddenly turned heavy, like everything had frozen over.
Harry slowly raised his hand, a blue, mysterious magic circle flashing in his palm.
Then his arm snapped up—and with a burst of dazzling light, he drew the sacred Sword of the Vishanti from the circle.
But the sword was completely different from before.
Its blade was made entirely of high-density plasma.
Calling it the sacred Sword of the Vishanti didn’t even feel accurate anymore.
Calling it Harry’s Lightning Sword fit better.
Harry lifted his arm, movements stiff and mechanical, clearly about to strike.
Gwen’s expression was grim. She watched Harry’s every move, ready to block the attack—and searching for a chance to snap him out of it.
The Purple Man, meanwhile, looked delighted, as if victory was already in his hands.
Finally, the Lightning Sword fell—
But…
Thud!
A blade piercing flesh.
Then the sound of a body slamming into the alley wall.
The one sent flying like a kite with its string cut was the purple-haired man.
The Purple Man’s pupils shrank violently, eyes filled with terror and disbelief. He lowered his head instinctively, staring at his own chest.
The Lightning Sword—radiating blinding brilliance—was buried deep into him, pinning him to the wall.
The lightning power leaking from the sword erupted inside his body again and again, tearing him apart from within. In only moments, his organs were completely burned through, turned into mush.
His body trembled against the wall. With his last bit of strength, he tried to point at Harry, like he wanted to say something.
But Harry had no interest in watching a boss death cutscene.
He yanked the Lightning Sword out, the blade slicing the air with a sharp whistle—and took the Purple Man’s head clean off.
Only after finishing him did Harry look at Gwen and speak gently:
“The world is dangerous. You need to see more of it. If I hadn’t helped you block those hypnotic pheromones, you would’ve been controlled by this guy a long time ago.”
Even though Harry looked confident, he was honestly a little shaken too.
It was only because he’d been observing worlds with special rule-based abilities lately, and had studied tricks like hypnosis in depth.
Without that recent accumulation… even he might have ended up under the Purple Man’s control.
So yeah.
The more you watch, the more you learn—it really is useful.
Gwen nodded deeply. She hadn’t expected tonight’s little outing to be this dangerous.
But when she noticed the smile Harry couldn’t quite suppress at the corner of his mouth, she still couldn’t help punching him lightly, pouting as she said:
“I get it!”
Seriously.
Harry definitely had been laughing at her.
After the Purple Man was killed, Harry cast a purification spell on the controlled girl, bringing her back to herself.
Jessica Jones looked blank at first, then as her muddled mind cleared, terror flooded her face.
She couldn’t even bear to imagine what would’ve happened to her if that purple-haired freak had gotten his hands on her.
She’d definitely have been turned into a “cream puff.”
Jessica Jones’s eyes reddened, gratitude and relief filling her gaze.
She stepped forward, then bowed deeply to Harry and Gwen, her voice trembling with emotion:
“My name is Jessica Jones. Thank you for helping me and letting me find myself again. I’ll never forget this kindness.”
Harry gave a small nod, his eyes on Jessica, his tone calm.
“In that case, hold out your hand.”
Jessica: “???”
She didn’t understand, but she obediently held her hand out anyway—because she recognized him. He was the Sorcerer Supreme, the superhero who’d risen to fame recently.
Jessica’s thoughts drifted uncontrollably. All those rumors about the Sorcerer Supreme…
Was he testing whether she had magical talent?
That thought made her nervous.
Sure, she had strong powers already, but if she could use magic too… who would want to stay a Muggle?
Harry stepped forward and lightly clasped her hand.
In an instant, his magic flowed through her body. A moment later, he made a disgusted face.
“Medium affinity for lightning enhancement magic. Leaning toward physical enhancement. Another crude brute.”
He tossed her a piece of paper. “Here’s a phone number. Go report to Coulson yourself.”
As he spoke, Harry casually threw a borrowing contract and a note with Coulson’s number written on it to Jessica, then left with Gwen.
Jessica Jones stood there in a daze, face blank, mind completely empty.
It took her a long while to snap back, staring at the contract and the note in her hands—both shimmering with an extraordinary, uncanny glow.
She had just…
Gotten looked down on.
Under a clear sky, soft clouds floated like cotton candy. Gwen and Harry flew side by side, talking about the Purple Man and Jessica.
Then a crisp ringtone sounded.
Harry pulled out his phone. When he saw the caller ID, he froze slightly.
It was Coulson—the same person whose number Harry had just given Jessica, telling her to report in.
He answered, and Coulson’s steady voice came through:
“Consultant Potter. There’s a case we need to ask you to handle.”
“What kind of case?”
“A hammer that fell from the sky.”
