Leon would never underestimate Thanos.
The Mad Titan was like a venomous snake coiled in the grass, silently waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Behind him, there might even be connections to that ancient god—an entity that rarely interfered in the real world. But such things were always unpredictable.
Thanos himself was no ordinary threat. If the historical trajectory had shifted, who knew how those changes might affect him? Despite this uncertainty, Leon remained confident. The so-called "Director of Family Planning" had a remarkably high upper limit, but Leon had no doubt that he could adapt and grow stronger in record time.
After all, the next Supreme Sorcerer was Wanda.
Thanks to Leon's intervention, Wanda's maturity had skyrocketed, far ahead of schedule. Her mastery of black and white magic, combined with her chaos magic and reality-warping abilities, had made her a formidable force. By the time Thanos arrived on Earth, confidently awaiting the deaths of Odin and the Ancient One, Wanda would be ready. She would destroy him without hesitation.
Leon chuckled inwardly. He had three golden advantages: the sign-in system, the Sky Blade, and the "Little Witch" herself, Wanda.
When the Sky Blade finished calculating the genetic sequences of Thor and Adam Warlock, successfully creating the Gene of God, Wanda would only grow stronger. Leon wasn't even sure if he could match her growth rate. That's why, for now, he allowed himself a moment of relaxation.
The advantage was his.
Thanos? He was just another bidder, destined to lose.
Leon knew Thanos's plan was simple: use Loki to test the waters. Not only was he probing Odin's state, but also gauging the condition of the Ancient One. The Battle of New York was still likely to happen, but Leon didn't intend to expose himself to Thanos's sight just yet. He didn't want to scare the Mad Titan off prematurely.
For now, he left the stage to Natasha, Sergei, and Pietro, hoping they might find the upcoming drama entertaining.
Lost in thought, Leon suddenly felt two pairs of eyes on him. Turning, he saw Natasha and Wanda watching him intently.
"Uh-huh?"
"So, what were you thinking about so deeply just now?" Wanda teased. Wearing a loose T-shirt, she leaned closer, poking Leon's cheek playfully, her curiosity evident.
"I was thinking about something very serious," Leon replied, his tone mock-grave.
"What kind of serious?" Natasha chimed in, arching an eyebrow.
Leon smirked. "I was debating whether we should make Mexican tomato rolls for dinner."
"Seriously?" Natasha and Wanda groaned, rolling their eyes in unison.
"Alright, alright, just kidding." Leon chuckled, his gaze shifting to the distant platform on the sea. A tiny figure had just been knocked off into the water. He decided not to mention Thanos or Loki, instead sharing a different idea.
"Actually, I was thinking about the future—about creating a country of our own."
"Our own country?" Natasha and Wanda exchanged surprised glances.
"You mean an independent nation, like Asgard?" Natasha asked, her sharp mind already working through the implications.
"Exactly," Leon confirmed.
Wanda, intrigued, jumped from her chair into Leon's lap. She made a playful face at Natasha, who shook her head with a resigned smile.
Seeing their interest, Leon elaborated on a plan he had never shared before.
"You've both entered a golden period of growth. I'm sure you've noticed."
"Definitely," Wanda agreed, nodding earnestly. "The changes are overwhelming. If not for Master Ancient One's guidance, I'd have been terrified."
Leon pinched Wanda's side affectionately. "No need to worry. With gene serums and high-intensity training, none of you will hit a bottleneck before reaching the Sky Father level. And the children we take under our wing will only grow faster. But staying on Earth might not be sustainable in the long run."
"Why not?" Wanda asked, her brows furrowing slightly.
"At a certain level, our presence could destabilize the planet. Our emotions alone might have catastrophic consequences. Imagine two Sky Father-level beings having a minor argument—entire countries could be wiped out by the aftermath."
Leon's words weren't hyperbolic. The fragile balance of the Earth had already shown its limits. Laufey, an unimpressive figure who hadn't even reached the Heavenly Father level, had nearly plunged the planet into an Ice Age with the Casket of Ancient Winters. The loss of human life in such a scenario would have been incalculable.
Gods and humans couldn't coexist indefinitely. For the safety of both, a separation was necessary.
Natasha and Wanda nodded, understanding the logic.
"But finding such a place won't be easy," Natasha mused, her practical mind already considering options. "Maybe Jotunheim?"
Since the Frost Giants' downfall, Jotunheim had become an uninhabited wasteland. Taking over the realm seemed feasible.
Wanda, however, shook her head vehemently. "No way! Thor said that place is nothing but ice and snow. No sun, no warmth. I'm not living there!"
"I agree," Natasha added. "It's unsuitable for normal life."
The two women began brainstorming alternatives as Leon smiled, content to let their imaginations run wild.
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