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Chapter 1092 Wanda's Confession

The Three-Eyed Doctor Strange universe.

America Chavez took a deep breath, focused her mind, and tore through the veil of reality.

The portal reliably connected the two universes, and the Fathers crossed the threshold one by one, followed by Wanda, Bruce, and Stephen from the main universe, who entered the portal.

As the light faded, the group stepped back onto solid ground and arrived near Kamar-Taj.

However, the expected widespread devastation did not materialize.

A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of cedar and the faint sound of distant bells.

What lies before me is no longer the ruins and scorched earth of my memories, but the intact, solemn and majestic Kamar-Taj Sanctuary.

The ancient buildings are intact, and the eaves and brackets gleam in the sunlight, as if the earth-shattering battle that took place had never happened.

"Uh……"

Mordred put down his knight's sword, his expression clearly showing bewilderment.

She blinked, even wondering if she was still hallucinating.

"Hey, Sorcerer Supreme."

Mordred nudged Stephen Strange with the hilt of his sword. "Didn't you swear that your house was torn to pieces by that witch? It looks like not a single tile is missing. Are you getting old and forgetful?"

Stephen himself was completely stunned, looking around incredulously.

He could clearly sense the familiar magical energy here; every brick and every rune exuded a real and authentic aura, not an illusion.

"This is impossible……"

Stephen muttered to himself, his brow furrowed, "I saw it with my own eyes, Wanda's power is indeed..."

As he spoke, he looked at Wanda, his eyes filled with confusion.

Wanda also looked surprised and doubtful; she was all too aware of the damage her chaos magic had caused.

The scene before her left her somewhat bewildered.

Could it be that someone has fixed Kamar-Taj?

Just as everyone was exchanging bewildered glances, filled with doubt, a familiar voice came from behind:
"It seems you had a good experience on your intercosmic journey?"

Upon hearing this voice, everyone turned around abruptly.

As Peter spoke, he slowly walked towards the crowd, a slightly lazy yet reassuring smile on his face.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, don't be too surprised, I restored Kamar-Taj with the 'Restore to its former glory' spell."

"father!"

"godfather!"

"Mr. Patrick!"

Exclamations came and went.

Raven reacted the fastest.

Upon seeing Peter appear, she pounced on him almost instantly.

Raven stumbled into Peter's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face deep in his chest.

Peter held his daughter in his arms, feeling the warmth of the girl's body and her slight trembling, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He could keenly sense the astonishing power hidden within Raven.

Although this power has subsided, it has not disappeared; it lies dormant like a dormant volcano, waiting for its next summons.

Feeling the power within Raven, Peter hugged her even tighter.

Wanda stood not far away, watching the father and daughter embracing, a complex expression on her face.

After a brief embrace, Raven looked up shyly, her face slightly flushed, but she still clung tightly to her father's clothes, as if afraid he would disappear again.

"Dad, I'm sorry, we...we still let Doctor Strange get away. The Watcher suddenly appeared and took him away..."

Peter gently stroked her hair, tucking a strand that had turned back to deep purple behind her ear, and said to her, "It's okay, Raven. You've done a fantastic job, far exceeding my expectations. No one could have predicted the appearance of the Observer. It's not your fault."

"dad."

Raven looked up, her purple eyes filled with curiosity. "Do you know what the Watcher is? Why did he take Doctor Strange away?"

Peter thought for a moment, then glanced at the crowd who were also looking at him with questions, and explained, “The Observers are an extremely ancient and mysterious race. They were born at the beginning of the universe and their technology and wisdom are hundreds of millions of years ahead of our known civilizations. They have the terrifying ability to manipulate spacetime and molecular energy.”

He paused, then continued, "It is said that they once tried to guide a civilization on a planet called 'Prosilix,' but that civilization misused technology and destroyed itself. Since then, the Watchers have sworn an oath to act only as recorders and observers of cosmic events and never to interfere directly."

"Then why did he break his vow again, Godfather?"

Clark stepped forward, frowning as he asked.

He knew Peter was a know-it-all and always knew things they couldn't comprehend.

It's like the Godfather read the script beforehand.

"Because something unusual has happened in the universe."

Peter's expression turned serious. "An unprecedented multiverse crisis is sweeping across all realities. An enemy so powerful that even the Observer cannot deal with it alone has emerged. He needs help, and Doctor Strange... despite his sins, the power he wields and his unique experiences may be one of the keys to dealing with this crisis."

He didn't specify that the enemy was Ultron, since it's not easy to explain how he knew who the enemy was.

(Clark: Godfather, you don't need to explain. We're used to it.)
"An enemy that even the Observers couldn't handle?!"

Bao Bao gasped, "Just how freakish must that guy be?!"

"So the Doctor Strange who devoured countless monsters was taken away to become a 'savior,' Dad?"

Tom joined in, frowning slightly as he asked Peter.

The dark crystal in his left eye flickered slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

"That's one way to understand it, at least that's what the observers think."

Peter nodded. "As for the outcome, it depends on Black Strange's own choice, but I think it shouldn't be a big problem."

After explaining the observer to everyone, Peter's gaze swept over the children again, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Regardless, your performance this time has truly impressed me. Facing a formidable opponent, you did not back down and cooperated well, especially Raven..."

He looked at his daughter deeply and said, "You have found your own path to power, and I am very proud of you."

After the last vampire infighting, these mischievous kids are still able to cooperate to fight against a powerful enemy.

As a father myself, I feel very gratified.

Upon hearing their fathers' praise, the fathers' expressions varied.

Clark scratched his head sheepishly, while Mordred proudly raised his chin.
Although everyone had different thoughts, Peter's approval warmed everyone's hearts.

Just as the atmosphere eased slightly.

"call out!"

A gentle breeze from the high-speed movement swept by, and the next second, a young man wearing a silver-white speed suit and with a striking yellow streak in his hair suddenly appeared beside Wanda.

"Pietro?!"

Wanda looked at her brother Quicksilver in surprise, "How...did you get here?"

She clearly remembered that Quicksilver should be in the "Padric Farm" illusion she had created with chaos magic, or at least in some safe place.

Quicksilver looked a little embarrassed. He touched his nose, glanced at Peter next to him with a wandering look, and muttered softly, "Well... it's a long story. The main thing is... Mr. Patrick let me out."

He looked at Peter, his tone filled with gratitude: "Um, Mr. Patrick, thank you for pulling me out of my sister's... well... a little too 'heartwarming' script."

After thanking Peter, Quicksilver looked at the stunned Wanda with a sullen expression.

"Sis, am I your real brother? In order to live a happy life with Mr. Patrick, you dragged me into that false prosperity and made me the background?"

Quicksilver felt a chill run down his spine as he thought that Wanda had found a lover and forgotten her brother.

Quicksilver's sudden appearance and sarcastic remarks instantly made the atmosphere on set a bit strange.

The fathers looked at Wanda and Peter with subtle expressions, while Stephen's expression was even more complicated.

After all, not long ago, Wanda had hunted down America and destroyed Kamar-Taj in her search for her family and children, which even led to the deaths of the sorcerers who came to help and the death of Black Bolt.

Wanda's face flushed instantly, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance at her brother's criticism, but even more so, shame for her past behavior.

She took a deep breath, shifted her gaze from Quicksilver to Stephen Strange, her eyes filled with genuine remorse.

“Dr. Strange…” Wanda’s voice was low, “I…I’m so sorry. Because of my selfish desires, I caused irreparable harm. The matter of America, and Kamarte… I…”

She paused, trying to compose herself, "Like Doctor Strange, who was trapped in darkness, I was blinded by obsession and pain. One wrong step led to another. If it weren't for Peter... I might have gone further and further down the path of destruction, and I don't know what I would have become..."

Stephen looked at Wanda, who had lost her madness and obsession, and was now only filled with regret and exhaustion. He was filled with mixed emotions.

After confronting the Black Oddity, he also understood the feeling of being consumed by the pain of loss and wanting to do anything to get it back.

Stephen sighed softly, his tone softening considerably: "Wanda, your mind has been severely affected by the Dark Book; that's not the whole you."

Listening to Stephen's words, Wanda shook her head firmly: "No, Strange, the book only amplified the darkness in my heart. Ultimately, it was I who chose to do it."

At this point, Wanda chose to stop shirking her responsibilities.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked step by step to Peter.

Looking up, those eyes, once filled with chaotic magic, were now clear and full of emotion.

"Peter."

Wanda's voice softened a bit, "Thank you... thank you for bringing Pietro out, thank you for not giving up on me, thank you... for giving me the chance to stand here and repent. I will make up for the mistakes I made with my actions."

She paused, her cheeks flushing, but her gaze remained bravely fixed on Peter.

Using chaos magic, Wanda's voice clearly entered Peter's mind: "I love you, Peter Patrick, and that feeling has never changed."

Peter: "Uh"

This is a bit sudden, please let me catch my breath.

Peter glanced guiltily at Raven, Boobo, and Ceressa beside him, and seeing that none of them seemed amiss, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Peter was relieved that only he heard Wanda's words, the next second, to everyone's disbelief, especially Quicksilver's, intimidation, Wanda stood on tiptoe and kissed Peter.

The lips parted for a long time.

Wanda's eyes were glistening with tears, but her expression turned relieved.

She gently stroked Peter's cheek, as if instructing her husband who was going on a long journey: "Take good care of the farm... take good care of 'our' two children."

(The two boys she had with Peter in the farm fantasy)
Peter's expression instantly became incredibly interesting.

Forcing himself to snap out of the daze of being forcibly kissed, Peter was stunned again.

It's clearly a child you created using chaos magic!

How did it become my responsibility now?!

This trouble came out of nowhere.

Wanda, unaware of Peter's inner turmoil, simply gave him a deep look, as if trying to etch him into her soul. Then, she took a step back, her eyes resolute: "I'm leaving."

"where are you going?"

Peter thought this was a bit dangerous.

You won't destroy the sacred mountain and bury yourself like the original storyline did, will you?

Peter said that although he had made a mistake, it was a great thing to admit it and correct it, but suicide was not an option.

"Go where I need to go."

Wanda looked at Peter with gentle yet firm eyes. "Go and make amends for my mistakes. You just said that the Observers need help dealing with the multiverse crisis, and I... my power may also be of use. This is my path to redemption, to save more people, and to make amends for my mistakes."

"No, that's too dangerous, and you don't know how to find the Observer."

Peter flatly refused.

He knew how terrifying the enemy (Ultron) was, and what if he accidentally died?
Then I won't let you walk the same path as in your past life.

"That's not your responsibility alone."

Peter tried to persuade Wanda, “Don’t you want to see the two kids? Billy and Tommy are in my world.”

“I miss them, but I must go now, Peter, and I know how to find the Observer.”

Wanda gently pulled her hand away from his. "And Peter, I'm not only doing this to atone for my sins, but also to protect... all people in the universe who, like us, yearn for a peaceful life, including our homes, our... children."

She used the phrase again, her eyes pleading.

Seeing the unwavering determination in Wanda's eyes, Peter knew he couldn't stop her.

After a moment of silence, Peter sighed.

"Okay, but you absolutely cannot take the risk alone."

As Peter spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing two items.

One item is an ordinary-looking old sandbag that exudes a hazy luster—one of the Sandman's three magical artifacts, possessing the power to control and traverse dreams.

The other item is an amulet engraved with ancient runes and shimmering with Asgardian divine light—a valuable item Peter acquired from the Asgardian artifact treasury during his last relocation to Asgard, containing powerful protective and communication capabilities.

"Take this."

Peter solemnly placed the sandbag and amulet into Wanda's hands.

"This sandbag allows you to hide in the dream dimension when necessary, or to travel long distances. This amulet contains Asgardian magic and can provide you with divine protection. More importantly, no matter which universe you are in, as long as you infuse it with magic, I can sense your location and status. If there is any danger, contact me immediately. Don't be reckless."

Wanda accepted the two artifacts, feeling the immense and warm power within them, and tears welled up in her eyes once again.

She gripped them tightly and nodded vigorously: "I will, Peter."

Wanda took one last deep look at Peter, as if wanting to remember his face forever, and then she no longer hesitated.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and immersed her consciousness into the vast and boundless source of chaotic magic.

She recalled the most profound chapters in the Dark Book, those closest to the essence of the world, those vague accounts of "witnesses" and "ancient covenants," and began to try to "resonate" and "call upon" them.

A powerful spiritual force mixed with chaotic magic spread outwards at a unique frequency.

She is declaring her existence and intentions to the "rules" of the multiverse itself.

"Will this really work, sister?"

Quicksilver couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

He always found magic and the like troublesome and inefficient compared to his speed.

Wanda did not answer; she was completely absorbed in the moment.

She guessed that the observer was not completely indifferent and was in dire need of help, so there was a high probability that he would notice her.

Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Suddenly!

The space above them rippled once again without warning.

The short, blue-gray-skinned observer, draped in a silver-gray cloak, reappeared silently, as if stepping out of a still painting.

The other person's eyes were looking down at Wanda.

Are you calling me, witch?

The observer's calm, unwavering voice resounded directly in everyone's minds, "You seek to participate in correcting the anomaly?"

Wanda raised her head, met the other person's gaze without fear, and answered firmly, "Yes, I take responsibility for my past mistakes and hope that my strength can be used to make amends. Take me with you, I can help."

The observer's eyes seemed to flicker slightly, and he remained silent for a moment, as if calculating some extremely high probability.

After a moment, he finally made his decision and reached out his hand to Wanda.

As he reached out to Wanda, the observer kept his eyes on Peter.

Seeing that Peter made no comment, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The space surrounding Wanda was once again stripped away.

Turning her head, Wanda gave Peter a reassuring smile, gripping the Sandman sandbag and the Asgardian amulet tightly in her hands: "I will remember the promise and wait for my return."

The next moment, the Observer, along with Wanda, silently retreated into the spatial ripples and disappeared, just as they had come.

Peter gazed in the direction Wanda had disappeared, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

At the same time, he had a bad feeling.

In previous timelines, the Watchers assembled Captain Carter, Star-Lord T'Challa, Gamora, Party Thor, and Black Strange into the "Multiverse Guardians" to fight against Infinite Ultron and successfully seal him away.

With Wanda, a super-powerful figure, added this time, will things go wrong?
(End of this chapter)