Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"In 1943, your father was ordered by that leader to begin studying mysticism, and with the help of the Thule Association, he successfully deciphered ancient runes and learned the whereabouts of a sealed artifact."

Zemo recounted everything he knew in detail.

"In order to obtain this artifact and help that leader rule the world, your father traveled to Mexico and slaughtered a large number of Mayans."

They used their skin and blood to perform a dark magic ritual, successfully summoning the artifact to Earth.

"But for some reason, your father was unable to control the artifact, so he could only leave it in the Arctic where it landed and establish a secret underground base to prevent it from being intercepted by others."

"Later, your father mysteriously disappeared, and this map, along with the collapse of the Nazi regime, eventually fell into my father's hands."

Despite listening to Zemo's story, Original Sin's expression remained largely unchanged.

"Do you think this thing is enough to save your life?"

She chuckled, then offered a perfectly apt and sharp critique:

"A hammer that most likely can't be lifted by anyone? That's worthless to me."

An ordinary person would probably be terrified on the spot if they heard these words from Original Sin.

But Baron Zemo was no ordinary man. Having ruled Hydra in Eastern Europe for so many years, he was certainly not some naive fool.

"Why bother with such a pointless test, Miss Original Sin?"

Zemo crossed his arms, his face showing no fear of being intimidated by the other party, but rather a confident smile:

"You and your forces have never considered returning to Hydra's embrace, yet now you'd rather risk being targeted by the Arbiters than not make a deal with me. That alone speaks volumes."

"So let's be frank. If I have the map to the treasure, then without a doubt, you already have the key to it."

"Instead of trying to squeeze every last drop of value out of me, why not team up with me? The odds of winning are much higher when two people scratch lottery tickets together than when one person does it alone, aren't they?"

Original Sin didn't directly answer Zemo's question, but the almost imperceptible smile that played at the corners of her lips said it all:

"Baron, you are indeed a clever man."

As he spoke, Original Sin got up and walked to the oil painting of the Red Skull on the wall. He reached out and pressed the lower right corner of the frame, and a hidden compartment popped out.

Inside was a palm-sized metal plate, densely covered with characters that Zemo had never seen before.

"My father did leave something behind." Original Sin stuffed the metal plate into his pocket.

"But whether it is the key you mentioned will only be known when we get to the scene."

Upon hearing this, Baron Zemo's eyes lit up:

"Then...shall we set off together?"

Original Sin glanced at him, and finally extended his hand:

"I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

……

Meanwhile, over the Atlantic Ocean.

The Quinjet flew smoothly at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the atmosphere inside the cockpit was completely different from when it arrived.

The previous tension and grim atmosphere were replaced by the relief of surviving a close call.

Tony glanced at Wanda and Pietro, who were separated from the other superheroes by the hatch not far away, and couldn't help but turn to Peter and joke:

"Dude, I'm starting to understand more and more what that saying means: the end of science is theology."

"Today's experience has made me realize that I really need anti-wizard armor. You'll have to help me out then."

Peter looked at him with amusement:

"Who was it that was so righteously declaring on a global live broadcast that they would atone for the mistakes they made back then? What, changed their mind?"

Upon hearing this, Tony's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly composed himself.

"I'm a man of my word. If I said I would compensate them, I will definitely do so!"

"But at the same time, I also have unfinished business to accomplish, and I cannot die before that."

Therefore... to avoid a situation like today, I must have the ability to protect myself, and even to control that dangerous individual.

"Excuse my bluntness, Tony," Peter said, gently patting Tony's shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of earnestness.

"If you continue to be so wary of Wanda, then the hatred between you will never disappear."

At this point, Peter glanced instinctively at the superheroes chatting and dining in the cabin, and subconsciously raised his voice a few decibels:

"That girl is a natural-born magic master, but she also has a strong sense of insecurity. So the more wary you are of her, the more likely her energy will go berserk."

"What she needed was never chains or cages, but complete trust."

Upon hearing these words, not only Tony fell into deep thought, but everyone else present also showed thoughtful expressions.

It must be said that Wanda's previous abilities were indeed beyond everyone's expectations, and also created an unprecedented sense of crisis in their hearts.

This sense of crisis stems from the fact that when Peter is not on Earth, or too busy to deal with her problems, neither of them can restrain the other.

Forget about restrictions, it would be no harder for them to crush all of them than to crush a swarm of ants!

In this situation, getting them to give each other their full trust is not an easy task.

"Once she wakes up, I'll try to be friends with her." As Peter's most trusted wife, Gwen gave her immediate response.

Following closely behind is Felicia:

"Although your concern for her makes me feel a little jealous."

"But whether it's out of humanitarian concern or to scout out future sisters who might join the family... in short, I'll count myself as one of her friends."

Compared to Gwen and Felicia, who can express their emotions without restraint,

Natasha, Daisy, and Sif, on the other hand, remained much more silent.

Daisy and Natasha remained silent because they were not yet Peter's publicly acknowledged girlfriends, and they did not intend to directly join Peter's family and cause him trouble.

Sif, on the other hand, simply couldn't let go of her pride as a goddess.

As a goddess, she felt she should treat everyone except Peter equally.

Therefore, even though the girl possessed unprecedented magical talent, Sif always maintained a "fight if you disagree" attitude.

Just when everyone thought no one would speak up, the Mantis Woman timidly raised her hand and said shyly:

"Um... perhaps I can be of help too,"

"I'm really good at helping people relieve stress, and incidentally, helping them get a good night's sleep!"