Harem With Venom In Marvel/Dc

Magneto felt helpless and bitter after hearing Raven's words.

Raven finally stopped laughing, and seeing Erik's worried face, a complicated emotion flashed through her eyes. She said with some relief, "Erik, you've changed. The old you, if you knew about Lorna's existence, would likely have ignored her, or at best, forcibly made her join the Brotherhood. Instead, now you act like a helpless father who doesn't know what to do with his rebellious daughter."

"Yes, because of the King, I can lay down the burden of my race and let go of past hatred. All I need to do is follow the King's orders, and he will lead us to prosperity. I firmly believe in that." Erik raised his glass, his eyes full of determination and reverence. He clinked glasses with Raven.

"To the Demon King!"

"To the Demon King!"

"To the Demon King!!!"

Erik's impassioned voice echoed in the air. The mutants around them heard his call and raised their glasses or hands, their faces filled with fervor and devotion. Shouts rose and fell, gathering into a tidal wave of enthusiasm in the luxurious hotel, as though they could break through all obstacles and race toward an unknown but hopeful future.

Once everything calmed down, Raven suddenly thought of something and asked, "Does Jenna know about Lorna?"

"…Not yet," Erik answered.

"Nina and Lorna, which one is the older sister?"

"...Nina, no, Lorna."

"Are you sure there are no other children?"

"..."

Erik fell silent. This question left him momentarily speechless. He wasn't sure. After all, he was a man, and over the years, he had had many lovers. Who knew if, at some point, he'd unknowingly left behind a child?

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed even more.

"There's also..." Raven seemed to want to ask something else, but the chair suddenly flew her up and "whooshed" her down to the first floor.

Erik watched his glass, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the hall.

"Logan, I'm not bad-looking. Marrying me won't be a loss, so why won't you agree?"

The White Queen looked at Wolverine with an angry expression on her exquisite face. Her slender figure, dressed in a white long gown, looked even more graceful and alluring.

At this moment, a group of mutants surrounded her, some looking at the White Queen with envy, while others shot jealous and resentful glances at Wolverine.

The White Queen was highly regarded among mutants—beautiful, powerful, and an Omega-level mutant.

Back in the Hellfire Club, half of the people had joined because of the White Queen. Yet, to this day, no one had been able to be close to her. Now, the rose they had longed for had approached the wolf's mouth, but he still refused to take it.

"Why are you bothering me?"

Wolverine looked frustrated, running a hand through his hair. This woman had been pursuing him for a long time, but he didn't want to get married. He just wanted to live freely.

"Of course, it's because I like you. Today, I'm going to get you to sign this marriage contract."

The White Queen slapped a marriage agreement on the table and crossed her arms, looking like she would not give up easily.

After joining the Demon Group, the White Queen had truly realized how good the treatment was. Various basic salaries aside, which she didn't need, what really tempted her were the internal products of the Demon Group. There were all sorts of abilities to buy and high-tech products.

Unfortunately, some items had level requirements, especially the youth restoration potion.

Although she looked young and beautiful, she was nearly a century old. She relied on her powers to maintain her appearance, but internally, she was still aging.

To become a core member, she either needed to make a significant contribution or hand over ten million contribution points. Those were long-term goals.

Coincidentally, she learned about a shortcut.

Marrying a core member—specifically, the first marriage—would bypass the requirements.

Out of the few core members she could approach, there was only one option: Logan.

If she married him, she could use his account level.

"Why not ask Logan to help you buy it?"

The Demon Group, despite still being in its early stages, had so many good things. The future development was limitless.

Logan also met her aesthetic standards.

The White Queen thought to herself, and the more she considered it, the more she felt that marrying Logan was a good idea.

"Logan, just agree to it. There are so many benefits for you," she softened her tone, trying to persuade him.

However, Wolverine remained unmoved. "Don't waste your time. I won't marry just because of this."

The White Queen bit her lip. "Then what do you want? I've already lowered myself so much."

"I know your purpose. If you want the potions, prepare your contribution points, and I'll sell them to you at the original price," Wolverine stood up, ready to leave.

"How did you know?"

The White Queen was surprised. She hadn't told anyone about her intentions, and to outsiders, it seemed like she had suddenly fallen for Logan.

"Intuition. Plus, the youth restoration potion just came out. You come running to propose marriage, and your purpose is too obvious. As a fellow comrade, I'll help you buy it, but don't bother me while I'm drinking," Logan said, walking away without looking back.

Only the White Queen stood frozen in place, but after a moment, she curved her lips into a seductive smile.

"Logan, you wait for me!"

The next day.

Suffocating.

Uncomfortable.

Silent.

Unable to move.

It felt like being back in the place Odin had sealed her.

Hela suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a hint of panic.

She looked around—Nina was locked around her neck, resting on her shoulder.

Penny was sleeping soundly with her head on her belly.

Little Yu was hugging her leg.

The few of them were sprawled across her in all directions.

"Terrible sleeping habits," Hela sighed, carefully breaking free and walking outside.

The sky was only just beginning to brighten, and very few people had woken up.

Hela reached the door, feeling the cool breeze from the sea. Although her divine power was sealed, it was still nice to be able to leave the dead silence of Hel.

The sea breeze brushed across her face and tousled her hair. She slightly squinted her eyes, enjoying this moment of peace and freedom.

Whoosh!

Hela's ears twitched—this was the sound of a weapon slicing through the air.

Following the sound, she walked behind the house.

She arrived at an open field, where Damian was training with a small katana.

The weapon whipped through the air with a "whoosh" sound, as if he was battling an invisible enemy.

Sweat poured down his face, showing that he had been training for some time.

Suddenly, Damian's wrist ached, and the katana flew out of his hand.

Damian looked in shock as the sword flew toward the figure in the corner.

"Watch out!"

Hela tilted her head slightly, dodging the blade, and effortlessly caught the handle of the sword, spinning it a few times in her hand.

"Not a bad toy. What are you playing with, little one?"

Hela asked with interest.

Chapter Title: Logan, You Wait for Me!

Quote: "In the pursuit of power, sometimes the most unexpected alliances are forged."

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