Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 295: C286

Boom!!

A world of deep red purgatory—like the moment when the shockwave of a nuclear explosion sweeps through everything, devouring all in its path.

Black dust and violent tremors ravaged the land.

It was this apocalyptic sight that greeted them.

Natasha, Pietro, Sergei, and the others finally witnessed firsthand what true hell looked like.

Hot. Terrifying. Flames raging everywhere.

They stood in a city that had seemingly undergone the baptism of a nuclear blast. Dilapidated ruins stretched as far as the eye could see—buildings buried beneath the ground with only broken sections jutting out.

Abandoned vehicles were charred husks, skeletal remains of what they once were.

Faint wails and distant screams still echoed in their ears.

From the moment they stepped into this place, Natasha, Pietro, and the rest felt it—those malicious gazes.

One after another, greedy, cruel, filled with bloodlust, as if they were nothing more than prey waiting to be torn apart.

Pietro, clad in a sleek white leather jacket and black pants, had a silver cross-sword hanging from a metal waist chain. It looked like an accessory, a simple decoration—but only he knew its true nature. His weapon.

Glancing around, he let out a whistle and grinned.

"Wow, this place really is hell. Exactly as I imagined."

"I hate it."

Sergei's voice was blunt and unequivocal.

The others nodded in agreement.

Humans are naturally drawn to beauty—beautiful scenery, beautiful people. But this place had nothing to do with beauty.

Everywhere, destruction.

A sickly, burnt stench filled the air, as if they had stepped into the world's filthiest garbage dump.

It was suffocating.

And those eyes... those ever-present, hungry eyes sent a shiver down their spines.

Chirp~~

Amidst the floating ash, a small, furry creature fluttered excitedly in the air, waving its tiny paws. Unlike the others, it seemed to find this place fascinating.

Its fluffy ears twitched, radiating an overwhelming cuteness that stood in stark contrast to the hellscape around them.

Natasha glanced at Tini, the corner of her lips twitching into the faintest smile before her expression darkened.

In her heightened perception, she could already feel them—lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.

She suddenly turned her head toward a crumbling ruin.

A crimson energy burst forth from the center of her forehead, visible to the naked eye, sweeping outward like an unstoppable tide.

Her voice echoed, resonating through the air—

"Scram."

Boom!

An overwhelming force erupted, shaking the very ground beneath them. The impact sent gravel flying in all directions like a raging tsunami.

Even the ever-present black smoke was blown apart, leaving a temporary vacuum in its wake.

The once restless whispers and predatory eyes fell eerily silent under the weight of Natasha's power.

"Tsk, bunch of trash." Pietro tilted his head, unimpressed.

Chirp~~

Tini hovered beside him, raising her tiny paws with an approving chirp.

"Hear that? Even Tini agrees."

Pietro grinned, reaching out to playfully touch the little creature's paw.

"Enough messing around," Gennady sighed. "Don't forget why we're here. I just want to finish off those hundred opponents, get out of this dump, take a nice bath, and clear my game."

"Please, that game's not even hard for you. You could finish it in a day."

"Ha! They say it's one of the hardest minigames trending right now."

"With our reflexes? Every game is a toddler's game."

"Yeah, yeah, I just want to get to the top of the leaderboard, that's all."

Laughing and chatting, they walked further into hell.

The black wind howled, swirling around the ruined city, gradually consuming their silhouettes.

A storm was coming.

Elsewhere...

In the early morning light, the chirping of birds stirred Skye from her sleep.

She groggily sat up, the blanket sliding off her shoulders. Clad in mesh pajamas, she rubbed her eyes before reaching out to slide open the window.

A gentle breeze carried in the scent of fresh flowers and damp earth.

Outside, the world was vibrant—green trees, colorful blossoms, sunlight filtering through the branches. Birds perched nearby, preening their feathers.

"Morning, little troublemakers," Skye murmured, greeting the birds that had woken her.

She stretched, got out of bed, and slipped into her slippers before padding across the wooden floor toward the sink.

Brushing her teeth and washing her face, she reached for her skin cream—only to realize she was out.

With a sigh, she muttered, "Guess I need to save up for another one... These things are getting expensive."

Tossing the empty container into the trash, she turned to prepare breakfast.

Nothing fancy.

Just a simple omelet, sandwich, and milk.

Skye was a skilled hacker, but she didn't profit from her talents. Unlike other hackers who made a fortune online, she was more interested in uncovering secrets—searching for something.

Perhaps unknown truths.

Perhaps her family.

Either way, she lived modestly.

But lately, something had changed.

Skye felt like she might be in love. Or maybe it was just a crush.

Regardless, she had someone to pursue.

A man named Leon.

Gentle. Handsome. Patient.

He possessed every quality a woman could dream of.

Thinking of him, a soft smile bloomed on her lips.