American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1069 The Fathers Who Fell Through the Multiverse Channel

Wanda stood on the ground, looking at Stephen who was lying on the ground, a struggle flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

“We could have resolved this peacefully, Stephen.”

She said calmly, "I can send you to a universe, a universe where you can be with Christine Palmer, a universe without regrets, a universe full of happiness. Isn't that what you want?"

Stephen struggled to prop himself up on his elbows.

With each breath he took, he was torn apart by pain in his chest and abdomen.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Stephen shook his head at Wanda and said in a hoarse voice:

“No, Wanda, I don’t need… I don’t need happiness that comes from breaking the order and balance of other universes. That’s not true happiness.”

He stared into Wanda's bloodshot eyes and asked a question that struck at the deepest part of her heart.

"Even if you find that universe, so what? Are you going to force your way into that world and replace Wanda Maximoff in that universe? Are you going to kill her? Or are you going to tell her that her child now belongs to you? How will she feel about being the 'you' in that universe?!"

Stephen's barrage of questions caused Wanda to furrow her brow.

Her face contorted for a moment, a painful confusion flashing in her eyes, but the next second, it was overwhelmed by an even more surging anger.

"Shut up!"

Wanda shouted angrily, "You don't understand anything. I just want my child back. Anyone who dares to stop me will die, even if it's another version of me."

With a sudden wave of her hand, an invisible force sent Stephen flying, crashing heavily against the wall once more, rendering him completely immobile.

After dealing with Stephen, Wanda stopped looking at him, turned around, and fixed her eyes on America, who was huddled in the corner, barely able to breathe.

"Now, no one can stop me anymore."

Wanda walked step by step toward America, extending her hand. Dark red chaotic energy coiled around the girl like tentacles. "Give me your power..."

Just as Wanda was about to absorb America's power, an angry voice came from behind her.

"Stay away from her, you bitch!"

As the sound was uttered, a deep, dark torrent of energy crashed down, striking between Wanda and America.

"boom!"

The violent explosion forced Wanda back several steps, as chaotic energy and pure dark energy collided wildly, emitting a chilling hiss.

As the dust settled, a familiar figure appeared in front of America.

Raven reappears, but she is no longer in her previous form.

Raven's body floated off the ground, enveloped in dark energy that seemed to solidify.

Dark energy is a purer, more ancient form of demonic power.

At this moment, Raven's skin turned pale, and strange dark red lines appeared.

Her eyes turned completely dark red, burning with hellfire, and on her forehead, a third eye, upright and filled with endless dark power, suddenly opened.

Fueled by anger, a determination to protect her father, and a complete liberation of her own power, Raven awakens the deepest power within her bloodline.

"I... will never let you hurt my father, or the people I want to protect."

Raven's voice was filled with anger, "Have you forgotten that I am Father's proudest and strongest daughter? You are just an outsider!"

Wanda looked at Raven, whose form had changed, and her eyes showed surprise, even a hint of seriousness.

"I never imagined you could control your power to this extent, Raven."

Wanda's tone became more serious.

"But even so, you are still no match for me. Get out of my way!"

"You're the one who should step aside!"

Raven roared, and a pale white beam of disintegration shot out from her third eye on her forehead. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to wail and collapse.

Wanda dared not be negligent. She drew circles with her hands in front of her chest, and the Dark Book flipped through the pages. Instantly, a dark red shield composed of countless wailing phantoms of souls was formed.

"laugh--!"

The disintegrating ray slammed into the shield, producing a terrifying, corrosive sound.

Two extremely dark forces clashed violently, and the dissipated energy instantly shattered the remaining walls and pillars of the secret chamber.

"it's useless!"

Wanda gave a cold shout, and the shield suddenly expanded, forcibly pushing back the disintegrating ray.

At the same time, she grabbed at the air with her left hand, and the chaos magic directly distorted reality. The ground beneath Raven's feet suddenly transformed into a huge hand made of rock and fire, which fiercely gripped her.

Raven's shadowy wings flapped suddenly, propelling her body into the air to avoid the giant hand. At the same time, she formed hand seals, unleashing ancient magic from Hogwarts that surged towards the opponent.

"All curses end!"

"An enemy trap!"

While unleashing the ancient magic of Hogwarts, Raven simultaneously released the runes that Professor Peter had given her.

"Ansuz! Kenaz! Hagalaz! (Runes: Oracle, Fire, Calamity)"

Countless golden magical chains shot out from the void, wrapping around Wanda.

At the same time, the white light containing immense power, the demonic fire that scorches the soul, and the runic power that incites natural disasters poured down like a storm.

Wanda was surrounded by surging dark red energy, and the Dark Book moved without wind, providing endless knowledge and power.

She didn't even need to chant incantations; with a thought, the chaotic magic would change at will.

Faced with Raven's attack, Wanda unleashed chaos magic, easily tearing apart the magical chains, channeling the disintegrating power into the mirror space and throwing it away, using even more powerful hellfire to counteract Raven's demonic fire.

"Your power is not pure enough; it's far from sufficient."

Wanda easily deflected the attack while mocking her, saying, "And my... power is enough to rewrite everything."

As she spoke, she suddenly clasped her hands together and pushed them toward Raven.

Centered on her palm, the surrounding scenery began to melt and collapse like a wax figure under the scorching sun.

The space itself began to shatter, and then this collapsing force swept towards Raven like a tidal wave.

Raven's expression changed drastically, and the third eye on her forehead burst forth with unprecedented light. The phantom of the Three Palaces Demon solidified behind her, letting out a deafening roar.

She concentrated all her demonic power into a single point, forming a dark barrier that fiercely resisted the collapsing tide of reality.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The collision of the two forces reached its peak.

The entire ruins of Kamar-Taj were shaking violently, and the escaping energy storms swept everything in the vicinity into the sky before tearing it apart.

The two were locked in a stalemate.

Raven fought with all her might and withstood Wanda's terrifying attack.

But the power of the Dark Book is almost limitless.

Wanda's eyes blazed with a crimson light, and her power surged once more.

"Crack!"

The dark barrier that Raven had created began to crack under the strain.

The next second, there was a "poof" sound.

Raven suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood containing dark energy, and her demonic form instantly became unstable, flickering.

With a loud bang, she was sent flying like a meteor, crashing through countless rubble walls and finally buried under a pile of ruins.

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Raven being sent flying.

At this moment, her breathing was also slightly disordered.

The power that Raven unleashed took a toll on her energy.

Moreover, Raven hasn't been completely defeated yet and could get back up at any time, so she can't waste any more time.

Wanda shook her head and walked towards America.

Just as she was about to touch America.

"No, don't come here!"

When she saw Wanda reach out to her, overwhelming fear once again engulfed America.

The uncontrollable "door" inside her body, stimulated by intense emotions, burst open once again.

"Buzz!"

A dazzling, multiverse passage, its interior displaying countless galaxies and star vortexes, opened behind her without warning.

A powerful suction force erupts instantly.

Stephen Strange, who was closest to her and had just struggled to his feet, looked at the passageway with a flash of astonishment.

However, he quickly realized that this was his only chance.

He didn't know where the passage led, but now he had to make a decision.

With his last ounce of strength, Stephen lunged at America and embraced her tightly.

"catch me!"

Stephen shouted to the stunned girl, and then, with the powerful suction of the passage, the two were instantly drawn into the bizarre and colorful passage.

"Do not!!!"

Wanda let out an angry scream.

The cooked duck is about to fly away?!
Do not!
She absolutely wouldn't allow it! Before she could even think, chaotic magic erupted around her, transforming her into a scarlet meteor that rushed into the closing passage.

"Wait for me! Damn it!"

A figure rushed in from outside.

Having just recovered from the excruciating pain in his eyes, Ah Zu, though confused about the situation, saw everyone heading into the glittering hole and instinctively plunged into the passage.

Raven, gritting her teeth and standing up, saw the multiverse portal open and, disregarding her injuries, rushed into it.

Bruce, who was still conscious, naturally wouldn't fall behind and immediately followed.

The next second, the multiverse portal flickered violently and then disappeared completely into the air.

Feeling himself falling through the multiverse tunnel, Stephen couldn't help but scream as he plummeted.

The process of falling is far beyond what the word "falling" can describe.

It's more like a comprehensive, mentally devastating sense of stripping and reconstruction.

Time and space lose all meaning; the senses are stretched infinitely and then instantly compressed into a single point.

What lay before me was no longer darkness or light, but a surging torrent of colors, shapes, and concepts that defied description in any language.

Stephen gripped America's wrist tightly, while desperately trying to steady himself with his other hand.

But in this completely chaotic turbulent flow, his magic was completely ineffective.

"what!"

America kept her eyes tightly shut and kept screaming.

The images of countless universes flashed before their eyes like a high-speed slideshow, or like shattered kaleidoscope fragments, wildly assaulting their visual senses.

The two saw an Earth in a universe being swallowed by a giant purple sun, and countless crystal-like buildings melting in the flames.

Through the purple sunglasses, the two saw a golden-red mech battling a giant alien creature in the sky, with the burning Stark Tower in the background.

The scene flickered wildly, faster and faster.

The next second, an extremely grand scene suddenly crashed into their consciousness.

On a scorched planet, two people saw a figure they knew all too well—Peter—floating in the air.

His body was enveloped by a near-stagnant, soul-chilling power field.

His opponent was a terrifying being with gray skin and eyes that shot out scarlet rays.

The collision between the two caused the surrounding space to collapse and reform repeatedly.

This fleeting glimpse of the scene instilled in the two of them an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Before they could recover from their shock, the scene changed again.

The two fell into a cosmic fragment with an incredibly dark tone and an atmosphere of despair.

They saw the dark-skinned Batman, dragging his weary body, standing before a Robin tombstone.

Seeing the Superman cape with the "S" logo torn and hanging on the ruined fortress; seeing the entire universe seemingly shrouded in endless sorrow and nightmares.

Immediately afterwards, the style of the painting changed abruptly.

All lines became simple and exaggerated, and the colors became incredibly vibrant and bright.

The two of them felt as if they had fallen into a two-dimensional cartoon world.

The laws of physics completely fail here; characters can be crushed into paper and then instantly recover.

"Aaaaaaah—what the hell is all of this?!"

America's screams were tinged with sobs.

Stephen was also terrified. He considered himself well-informed, but this illogical and wildly shifting multiverse landscape was still beyond his tolerance.

He could only cling to America and pray that this mad journey would end soon.

After an unknown amount of time, the frantic pulling force suddenly disappeared.

"Puff! Puff!"

The two fell from mid-air and crashed onto the hard, slightly damp cement ground.

The two people who had fallen to the ground took a while to come to their senses, and felt waves of pain in their buttocks.

But the pain actually made the two realize that they had returned to a "normal" universe.

Stephen coughed violently, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

He struggled to lift his head and looked around.

The familiar cityscape: neon lights flashing, skyscrapers standing tall.

The air was filled with a mixture of smells from rain, garbage, and car exhaust.

They seemed to have fallen into a back alley.

"Where...where are we?"

America struggled to sit up, pale-faced, and looked around in shock.

Stephen endured the pain, stood up, walked to the alley entrance, and looked out.

The pedestrians on the street were dressed much like those in their original universe, but some details—such as the brands on the billboards, the models of the patrol cars, and even the occasional flying objects in the sky—suggested that this was not their home.

"New York in another universe."

Stephen made his judgment.

He tried to sense it; the magical background fluctuations of this universe were different from those he was familiar with, but they were still there.

America also came over, looking at the bustling crowd on the street, a deep sense of confusion in her eyes.

She then took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and said, "Dr. Strange... there's something I must tell you."

Stephen looked at her.

"I... never dream."

America's voice was soft, "I don't dream in any universe, which means... in countless multiverses, there will never be another 'America Chavez,' I... am the only one."

Stephen looked at her in surprise upon hearing this.

In the infinite possibilities of the multiverse, is there a unique individual?

This seems to violate the most basic principles.

But considering the unique power within her that can open channels, there seems to be another explanation.

“So,” America continued, her eyes hardening, “if we want to go back, back to our universe, we must find you in this universe—Doctor Strange. He should be able to help us locate you.”

Stephen nodded; this was indeed the most feasible solution at present.

But then he frowned: "Wanda must have come too, we have to hurry."

America suddenly seemed to remember something, and her eyes widened slightly.

"Or...we could try looking for Mr. Peter? I think I just saw him fighting a really scary big guy? Right there in that passage! He looked...so strong!"

There was a hint of disbelief in her voice.

The power Peter displayed in that fleeting glimpse, a power that could rival the terrifying being "Darkseid," deeply shocked her.

Stephen paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated.

“No, America, it’s possible to find the ‘me’ in this universe, but finding Peter… won’t work.”

"Why?" America asked, puzzled. "He's so powerful, he can definitely help us..."

“Because,” Stephen interrupted her, his tone tinged with helplessness, “there is only one Peter Padrick in the countless multiverses.”

America was completely stunned, her mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Only...one? This...how is this possible?! Just like me?"

"No, I'm not like you."

Stephen's gaze fell upon the distant, illusory city lights, as if he could penetrate dimensions to see that unique existence.

"Your 'uniqueness' may stem from your abilities, while his 'uniqueness'... the reason is unknown. He must be an absolute exception that transcends the rules of the multiverse."

He paused, then said something that made America even more confused:

"In addition, Peter does dream."

"But the dreams he had... were completely different from what we understand."

"he……"

Stephen's voice was very low, "...will control everyone's dreams."

America felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, making her feel icy cold all over.

She thought of the various powerful figures from different universes on the farm, and Mr. Peter's eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Could it be that Mr. Patrick can also control his dreams?

Am I still the only one in the multiverse?

After a long pause, America swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she asked:

"he……"

"Who is he?"

(End of this chapter)