Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Like I said before, no wonder Peter can have two women on his arms. I'll try doing that to Pepper next time.

Who knows, we might unlock some new gameplay features...

On the other side, Yelena covered her forehead and rested for a while.

A moment later, he glared at Peter fiercely.

However, she still knew what was going on in her heart.

I know that even if you tied a hundred of yourself together, you still wouldn't be a match for this brother-in-law.

So, she didn't intend to say anything harsh, but instead simply turned around and chose to pick on the weak.

So the question is, who is the easy target on the scene?

The answer is self-evident!

Of course, it was Drekoff, who was being held in Natasha's arms like a dead dog.

"You know what, you old geezer."

She went to Natasha's side, plucked a few strands of Drekoff's hair, and forced him to look her in the eye:

"My biggest wish in the first half of my life was to one day crush your neck with my own hands."

Upon hearing this, Drekoff's obese body trembled.

Upon hearing this, Natasha increased the pressure on her hand slightly, causing the fat man to quack like a duck.

“Now,” she said, exchanging a glance with Yelena before releasing Drekov and tossing him to the ground.

"I think I can grant your wish."

Just as the two sisters were about to finish off Drekoff together, Peter suddenly spoke up:

"Wait a moment."

The two of them paused simultaneously, turned their heads, and looked at him with puzzled expressions.

“Killing him would be unfair to the others in the Red Room.”

Peter said this without any special expression, as if he were stating something very ordinary.

Natasha frowned slightly, remaining silent but clearly listening.

“Those girls,” Peter gestured with his chin, indicating the female agents frozen in place on the upper floors.

"They are victims too. If this guy just dies at your hands, how will they get over the hatred in their hearts?"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a few seconds.

After a moment, Natasha said softly:

“You’re right, this isn’t fair to them.”

Yelena then turned to Peter and asked:

"...So what do you plan to do?"

Peter didn't say anything, but in a flash, he left the sixth underground level.

Whoosh whoosh!

Peter's figure transformed into a streak of light, rapidly moving between the frozen female agents and those stunned by Conqueror's Haki.

The horse-shaped talisman spread from his palm, penetrating the bodies of the frozen female agents. Tiny chips and electrodes precipitated from their skin, landing on the ice with a soft, rustling sound.

The empty eyes gradually began to change.

Fear, confusion, sorrow... all of which eventually transformed into a volcanic rage.

……

After all the female agents in the Red Room regained consciousness, Peter led his men back to the bottom floor.

Drekoff was still pinned to the ground, watching as the girls walked in one by one, their eyes filled with a hatred that seemed to want to tear him to pieces.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and large patches of water visibly seeped out from beneath him.

"Wait, wait!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You can't do this! You can't treat me like this! You orphans, without me, you would all be dead somewhere long ago!"

"I will provide you with food and drink..."

Click!

Before he could finish speaking, a sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.

But someone simply dislocated his jaw.

The moment they saw the figure clearly, everyone present gasped in shock.

Because this person was none other than Drekov's daughter—Antonia!

Antonia and her father looked into each other's eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Derekov suddenly froze.

That face was so perfect, the scars were gone, the wounds were gone, it was exactly the same as the figure in his memory.

Drekoff opened his mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Antonia, however, had already crouched down, drawn a dagger from her waist, held it in her hand, and looked down at him.

"dad."

She gently stroked Drekoff's face, her voice soft, even strangely tender.

"You ruined everything I had. Now, it's your turn!"

The moment she finished speaking, she shoved the dagger into Drekoff's mouth and cut off his tongue.

After doing all this, she took a deep breath and placed the dagger in Yelena's hand.

One cut after another...

One person after another...

When Natasha cut off the last piece of flesh, all that remained was a stark white skeleton...

Chapter 224 Reunion

The stark white skeleton lay there silently, the stench of blood mingling with a sense of emptiness after liberation, permeating the air on the sixth underground level.

There was no crying, no screaming; all the girls simply stood quietly, looking at the pile of bones, as if bidding farewell to their unbearable past.

Antonia sheathed her dagger, walked up to Peter, and bowed deeply. Her voice was still a little hoarse, but incredibly clear: "Thank you."

The girls behind her also bowed in unison.

"Alright, alright, get up, everyone." Peter waved his hand, adopting a calm demeanor of "it's a small matter, don't bother me." "Now that you've avenged your great enemy, what are your plans next?"

These words caused another moment of silence in the room.

“You are free.” Peter looked around at the group of girls whose average age was no more than twenty, and said calmly, “From today onwards, you are no longer anyone’s tool. You can have your own names and live the life you want.”

Freedom?

This word is too unfamiliar and too heavy for them.

From the time they could remember, they received inhuman training in the Red House; their world consisted only of missions, obedience, and killing.

Now that the shackles that bound them have been smashed, they are like birds that have been caged for too long, and for a moment they don't know how to fly.

A sense of bewilderment was written on everyone's face.

Natasha looked at them, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.

She understood that feeling all too well, just like when she left the Red House and stood on the streets of New York for the first time, looking at the bustling streets, yet feeling out of place with the whole world.

After a long silence, Yelena suddenly sighed:

"We can't do anything but kill. Does this world really need people like us?"

These words clearly resonated with the girls, who all wore expressions of inferiority, as if they were abandoned children of the world.

Seeing their confused and helpless expressions, Peter hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:

"I have an idea, but of course, I'm just saying it offhand, and I don't care whether you accept it or not."

“My adoptive parents are planning to open a charitable foundation in New York. If you really have nowhere else to go, you can work there.”

"Helping more people in need and experiencing the warmth of society may help you resolve your inner conflicts."

"Of course, if any of you don't want to deal with too many people, you can also try opening a small farm together in the countryside."

At this point, Peter kicked the skeleton on the ground:

"This guy must have amassed a lot of ill-gotten gains, enough for you to take over a farm and enjoy an undisturbed rural life."

"In addition, you can form a mutual aid society to hunt down rich people who are heartless or scumbags who deceive people's feelings."

"If you feel that you have fully integrated into this society during this process, then you are free to leave and enjoy your own life."

After Peter finished speaking, the entire office became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The girls looked at each other, and finally Yelena, who was relatively outgoing, spoke up:

“Great idea! No wonder he’s my brother-in-law. I’ve decided, I’m going to join your family’s foundation.”

Antonia, after a moment's thought, hesitantly spoke:

"I... I don't know how to do farm work."

“That’s easy,” Peter said, turning his head to look at Natasha.

“I remember you said before that your mother ran a farm, right? Why don’t you let the rest of the girls go with your mother to run a farm in the countryside near New York?”

Natasha naturally nodded in agreement.

Antonia and the other girls were delighted to hear that they would have someone of their own to help them run the farm, and their eyes sparkled as they looked at Peter.

Yelena looked at her "comrades," then at Peter's composed expression, and finally quietly walked to Natasha's side and whispered:

"Hey, you need to keep an eye on your man and stop him from philandering!"