I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 37 - Even Ericin was afraid of her boastful tone

Sensing death looming close, Ciri felt a chill run down her spine. Without hesitation, she activated her inner power and leaped forward. A flash of pale light accompanied her appearance ten meters away in an instant. The attacker, having missed his target, seemed unconcerned, calmly walking out of the spatial rift.

"Where can you possibly run to, you Daughter of Time and Space!"

This burly giant was completely encased in heavy armor, and the warhammer in his hand was as large as a man. A deep, muffled sound emanated from beneath the strange, perforated helmet, filled with disdain and arrogance:

"The Wild Hunt is your final destination! Come back with me obediently. I can feel that the magic within you has been completely exhausted during these continuous journeys... How laughable that the power of the Ancient Blood can only be used for escape in your hands? But it doesn't matter anymore, the King of the Wild Hunt will make you understand your destiny!"

As he spoke, Illeris glanced left and right at the skyscrapers of Manhattan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes beneath his armor, but it quickly turned into greed and desire.

"Perhaps we will even thank you for presenting us with such a new world of slavery."

Upon hearing Illeris's words, Ciri couldn't help but clench her teeth.

Illerith, the core commander of the Wild Hunt, is the protagonist of the Nightmare of Lot, one of the three Wizarding Masters. Under the orders of Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, he has pursued Ciri for a long time. He is a powerful and ruthless warrior who has participated in countless wars waged by the Wild Hunt against other worlds.

He reveres deathmatch, seeking bloody hand-to-hand combat to decide the fate of his enemies. He is Eridin's most loyal executioner.

What truly drove Ciri to despair was that during their escape, Eredin stole a portion of her power, granting the Wild Hunt the ability to traverse worlds... including the one before her, Illerith.

Although they cannot open rifts in time and space at will like their masters, they only need a thought to make their attacks ignore distance and directly hit the opponent's vital parts.

Previously, I could dodge using the Ancient Blood's teleportation, but now... three times? Or twice?

Now that my only chance has been used up, what should I do?

Although he appeared to be a brute, following the orders of the Wild Hunt King, Illeris clearly understood that Ciri was currently at her physical and mental limits. Therefore, without any pretense, Illeris raised his heavy hammer and began to gather his strength.

At the peak of his power, Illeris suddenly slammed his fist into the air in front of him. But in that instant, a spatial rift enveloped Illeris, followed by a gust of wind that swept in from behind Ciri.

Having narrowly escaped the heavy blow using the same method, Ciri showed no reluctance to fight, turning to the side and then running towards the interior of Hell's Kitchen.

The moment she arrived on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, the blinding neon lights made Ciri instinctively shield her eyes. Once her vision returned, gripping her longsword, a look of bewilderment crossed Ciri's eyes—after being educated by the sorceresses, Ciri had mastered the ability to travel between worlds, and had even met the knight Galahad, who invited her to King Arthur's court.

Even under these circumstances, Ciri had never witnessed such a bizarre scene before—Ron's team members would undergo basic cognitive supplementation and correction after completing their transmigration. But Ciri had crossed the world barrier entirely on her own, instantly traveling from the magical Middle Ages to the present. Ciri felt that Hell's Kitchen seemed far more magical than her hometown.

On the street, upon seeing Ciri clad in light armor and wielding a longsword, a few thugs couldn't help but whistle, then swarmed around her with banknotes: "Haha! What's this new game? A dashing female knight?"

Hearing the thugs' words, the girls on the side also showed unfriendly eyes, while cursing in their hearts—this damn little bitch, it's one thing to be pretty, but she's also trying to inflate prices by competing on equipment, right?

Ignoring the seemingly innocent and kind nature of Hell's Kitchen, and feeling the malice emanating from behind, accompanied by the sound of iron boots, Ciri simply gripped her longsword tightly and ran while shouting, "Get out of here! It's the Wild Hunt! The Wild Hunt is here!"

It's no wonder Ciri said that, because the legend of the Wild Hunt exists in many worlds—besides the Celestial Sphere world connected to the Witcher world, even Earth in the Marvel Universe has its own legend of the Wild Hunt in Norse mythology.

In folklore, the Wild Hunt is an ominous sign, a harbinger of war. Led by the King of the Wild Hunt, they ride in massive processions across the night sky, accompanied by thunder, ghostly howls, and nightmares. During this terrifying procession, people's souls and bodies are abducted, only to return home after countless ages have passed.

In the past, when Ciri uttered these words, whether people believed in the legend or not, they would more or less become wary and prepare to flee.

The people of Hell's Kitchen were clearly not ordinary in their simplicity. Upon hearing this, they showed no fear; in fact, the ringleaders sneered and made a move to rush forward and subdue Ciri.

"Ha! There's a storyline? That's right, I am the Wild Hunt, let my Wild Hunt gun teach you what true joy is..."

Before the young man in the lead could finish speaking, accompanied by a deafening roar, the heavy solid warhammer smashed the three restless men to pieces—their legs remained standing, but their upper bodies were instantly smashed into a bloody pulp by the warhammer.

Pale white bone fragments mixed with scarlet flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground among the broken organs.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events. But Illeris seemed completely unfazed, simply stretching his neck as he slung the warhammer back over his shoulder, and coldly sneered:

"Daughter of Time and Space, it seems you've chosen a cowardly world. They've even forgotten what blood tastes like... Rest assured, they will become slaves of the Wild Hunt, just like you!!"

Seeing Illerith's brutality, the once bustling street fell silent for a moment before erupting into screams as people scrambled to escape Illerith's clutches. Illerith, however, showed no interest in these weak and incompetent individuals, turning his attention to Ciri and charging towards her.

"I'd like to see how many more times you can dodge!"

As he spoke, Illeris's muscles bulged, and he slammed his fist down in front of him, repeating his previous tactic. Seeing this, Ciri gritted her teeth and fled in the direction with fewer people.

She dodged three attacks in a row, but just as Illeris was about to launch another attack, a hint of fear appeared in Ciri's eyes.

Her magical energy was completely depleted, and just as Ciri gritted her teeth, trying to squeeze out every last drop of her potential to teleport back to Geralt, a dull thud resounded. Illeris, who had been poised to strike, was as if struck by a heavy hammer; his massive body, accompanied by a whooshing sound, flew towards a nearby house.

Accompanied by a piercing noise, when Ciri looked up, she saw a man wearing a leather jacket and exuding a slight smell of blood standing in front of her.

And behind that man...

"Father!"

Upon hearing Ciri call him "father," Geralt's eyes revealed a mixture of surprise and complex emotions.

Although Geralt is Ciri's nominal father, as mentioned before, Witchers are not capable of procreation. The reason Geralt became Ciri's adoptive father is because he once helped Donny, the lover of Princess Pavetta of Cintra, escape a crisis.

Donny wanted to repay Geralt. Geralt, following the Law of Accidents, demanded that Donny give him something he already possessed but was unaware of as a reward. Coincidentally, the princess was pregnant at the time, unbeknownst to Donny, so their unborn child was to belong to Geralt.

Although Geralt did not take Ciri with him at the time, fate still bound the two closely together.

This is precisely why, although Ciri has repeatedly declared Geralt to be her father and considered Yennefer her mother, in private, she has never called Geralt "father" or "dad." She mostly addresses him by his first name. While their relationship is that of father and daughter, it also encompasses a complex mix of camaraderie, friendship, and mentorship.

Thinking it over, Geralt sighed, then stepped forward to help Ciri up, his eyes filled with self-reproach as he said, "I'm sorry, Ciri, because of my leaving without saying goodbye..."

"That's not the important thing right now! We have to get out of here immediately!" Seeing Geralt's remorseful gaze, Ciri didn't have time to worry about such trivial matters as how she addressed him, and quickly said:

"The Wild Hunt has its sights set on this world; we must find a way to leave!"

No wonder Ciri was so worried. In the past, Ciri had traveled through countless worlds to escape the Wild Hunt. She had also witnessed countless worlds being covered by "Frost," becoming a desolate, pale wasteland.

And now...

Sensing Ciri's panic, Geralt's expression also became slightly strange. He then glanced at Ron beside him and recalled what Ron had told him about the strength of the guy named Ancient One.

Geralt coughed twice, his expression somewhat strange, and said, "Perhaps, it should be them who are preparing to escape..."

"Um?"

Hearing Geralt's answer, Ciri looked somewhat bewildered. Ron, however, shook his head, a hint of displeasure in his expression. After staring in the direction of Illerith for a moment, and remaining silent for a while, Ron also shook his head, then looked at the empty space beside him and said:

"If you're here, then come out. Are you afraid of him?"

After a brief silence in a nearby corner, Daredevil Attorney Ma hesitantly emerged from the alley. Meeting Ron's gaze, he pointed to himself, somewhat uncertainly, and said, "Uh...me?"

"It's not you."

Ron waved his hand and continued staring at the air in front of him.

A moment later, a golden ring appeared in front of Ron from the space.

Unlike the rift created when Ciri and Illerith jumped through space, this ring was perfectly regular, as if it had been carefully cut. It was also remarkably stable, unlike the rift that Ciri had to jump into immediately to avoid being cut in two by the corrective forces of space itself.

Although complete, the portal to that space wasn't very large, only about the size of two palms. In the dead of night in Manhattan, it revealed a clear, snowy day on the other side of the earth, along with the old face of the Ancient One.

"You spotted me last time, I didn't expect to be spotted again this time. It seems that your spatial perception is quite acute."

Upon hearing the Ancient One's words, Ron nonchalantly replied, "It's alright. I just stumbled upon these miscellaneous things by chance... By the way, what are you doing here? Are you going to take action yourself?"

"No, it's just that I sensed a problem with the spatial anchor point. I didn't expect it to be such a minor character, not worth my time." As she spoke, Gu Yi helplessly rubbed her powerful head.

"I'll leave this to you. The main course is coming up later, I need to go prepare it... Hey, Eternal God, why was I assigned to this trash can world...?"

While complaining, Gu Yi closed the spatial portal in front of her.

Before the portal closed completely, Ron saw yet another bald man in yellow walking toward the Ancient One.

"..."

Two Ancient Ones?

Ron blinked when he saw the face that looked exactly like the Ancient One from the movie universe.

There are two Ancient Ones in this world? One male and one female? What the hell?

Feeling puzzled, but with the portal already closed, Ron could only roll his eyes in exasperation—he'd ask again later.

Meanwhile, standing up from the ruins and rubble, Illeris looked at Ron and snorted coldly, holding his warhammer as he said indifferently, "Very good... It seems there are still strong people in this world."

"It doesn't matter—either submit or die!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of amazement flashed in Ron's eyes, and he encouraged him:

"Thanos and Dormammu combined don't even have your big mouth."

As he spoke, Ron glanced at Daredevil Matt beside him, then pointed at Illeris and said:

"He wants to enslave you! As the landlord of Hell's Kitchen, shouldn't you teach this unreasonable guy a lesson?"

Hearing this, Matt, somewhat confused about the situation, also said:

"Uh... I'll give it a try."

(End of this chapter)