Marvel : I'm in Westview Town

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"Yes, you came just in time, and there happens to be another room next door." At the door, Finn realized that he was a little distracted and quickly pointed to the next room.

In fact, he couldn't be blamed for being distracted.

It was really surprising that the future Marvel Scarlet Witch would come to his door herself.

Moreover, Wanda had Telepathy abilities, enabling her to read the thoughts of others.

Finn was a little worried that his secret would be discovered. After all, her Chaos Magic Power was extremely powerful in mind manipulation.

It could even control the thought processes of the entire universe.

Fortunately, Wanda looked gloomy and didn't pay attention to him at all.

What happened with Vision had hit her hard. But at the end of her story, she regained her sanity, only to be overtaken by hallucinations due to the influence of darkhold, leading to her complete demonization.

"I want to move in today," Wanda said weakly.

"No problem, you can move in after paying the rent. Also, my name is Finn," Finn replied.

He didn't refuse because he knew if he did, Wanda would most likely use magic to change his mind directly.

This is why medieval Europeans feared witches. They wouldn't even spare a more alluring version of a witch.

"Here you go." Wanda was polite enough. Seeing that the young landlord in front of her didn't seem malicious, she chose not to read his mind.

Instead, she hurriedly paid the rent and moved in with her bags.

Clearly, Wanda, who was now immersed in grief, didn't care about much else.

When Finn returned to his own room, his expression gradually turned serious.

Although he had expected Wanda to appear, her sudden arrival still caught him off guard.

He knew that there was no clear timeline in her story, but WandaVision took place roughly a year after Avengers: Endgame—possibly after Spider-Man: Far From Home.

But the difference was that movies were movies, and this was reality. Accidents could happen at any time.

If Wanda's thoughts were affected and her powers began to spiral early, the entire town would suffer.

Westview could fall under the control of Chaos Magic Power at any moment.

Finn's hiding place would then become useless. He didn't want to flee again.

"It's going to be troublesome. Looks like the plan needs to start soon." Finn sat on the sofa, pondering for a long time, talking to himself.

Whoosh! A golden light glowed between his hands, condensing into a protective shield.

During this time, he had been experimenting with creation magic, and the shield was one of his inventions.

Walking the streets of Marvel's America was dangerous, let alone living there.

Between global conflicts and intergalactic wars, New York was always a hot zone.

In such a dangerous world, having life-saving measures wasn't optional.

The original creation magic could protect people, but Finn's improvements had made it even stronger.

The essence of creation magic was to bring new things into existence. As the description went, it could create anything.

"Phew…" Finn clenched his fist, summoning flames, and then opened his hand to turn them into ice.

Clouds of cold air filled the space, freezing water molecules around him visibly.

The ice particles crystallized mid-air.

"It's evolved enough to manipulate elemental molecules at will," Finn muttered.

This was the power of creation magic. He could control any element in the universe, shaping it as he desired.

In his free time, he had created various magical tools, powers, and even artifacts.

However, the ability to completely distort reality wasn't achievable yet.

Distorting reality temporarily and changing it permanently were two vastly different things.

Boom boom boom!

A knock at the door broke his thoughts.

"Finn, I'm here to deliver the money."

From the heavy knock, Finn could immediately tell it was Josh, who had just returned from the bank.

This guy looked weak, but his personality was much like his ancestors' first ventures in this land—cruel and vulgar.

"Remember to be on time next time," Finn said as he opened the door and accepted the money.

"Finn, is someone living next door to you?" Josh glanced curiously at the neighboring room.

"Leave the new neighbor alone," Finn warned before shutting the door.

He didn't want anyone messing with Wanda. She wasn't the Wanda of old, and provoking her wouldn't end well.

"I get it, I get it," Josh muttered, heading downstairs.

Meanwhile, on the balcony, Finn basked in the sunlight, living his simple, leisurely life.

It wasn't until the sun was directly overhead that he got up and went out for lunch.

As a senior workaholic in his past life, Finn had never been good at cooking and didn't have the time for it.

Even after crossing over into this world, the habit remained, and he always ate at the nearby restaurant.

Click…

As Finn stepped out, he saw the door next to his open, and out stepped a strikingly beautiful woman with a distinctly American allure.

Her perfect figure naturally drew attention.

"Wanda, are you heading out too?" Finn asked, a bit surprised.

"Yeah, the gas in the room isn't on yet, so I'm going out for lunch," Wanda replied flatly.

"Ah, sorry about that. I forgot the gas needs a couple of days to activate in an empty unit," Finn explained.

However, he didn't believe for a second that Wanda couldn't cook.

For a magician of her caliber, summoning fire was child's play.

Not to mention that Wanda, with her reality-warping powers, could rule the entire city if she wanted.

"As an apology, you can buy me lunch," Wanda said suddenly.

Her words caught Finn off guard.

"Don't get the wrong idea—it's just a meal," Wanda added, fidgeting awkwardly with her hands in her pockets.

"No problem," Finn responded, noticing her body language. He quickly realized she probably didn't have much money on her.

This didn't make him nervous; on the contrary, it put him at ease.

At the same time, it strengthened his resolve to help Wanda.

The fact that she hadn't resorted to magic to solve her problem meant there was still kindness left in her heart.

Her descent into madness hadn't fully begun. There was still hope to save her—and everything else.