Marvel : I'm in Westview Town-Chapter 52 - : Studying Darkhold(Bonus)

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Under the radiance of a yellowish glow, the flickering white light of the computer screen

displayed the browser's history interface.

Lines of records emerged one after another on the blank screen, as if unveiling a diary of disgrace.

The sight made the witch feel dizzy and disoriented for a moment.

"It's all over—every record has been restored! What a disgrace!" she thought bitterly.

"Why didn't anyone tell me there was a recovery function? If I had known, I would have uninstalled the software immediately," she silently berated herself.

"You actually watch this kind of stuff?" Finn asked, his voice tinged with surprise

as he read the first entry with wide eyes.

Perhaps his gaze had latched onto the word "interest" hidden among the records...

Wanda, seated beside him, leaned over to glimpse the unsightly words.

Blushing and clenching her teeth, she shouted, "Don't look! Don't look!"

As she cried out, she rushed forward, her fingers flailing in a desperate attempt

to snatch the notebook from Finn's grasp.

Even if it meant her own ruin today, she was determined to obliterate every trace.

"No, a person must admit when they've done something wrong," Finn countered.

"Let me see what else you checked," he insisted triumphantly, firmly holding onto Wanda's wrist—

he wasn't about to let her slip away so easily.

"You... you still want to see it?"

Wanda asked, clinging to Finn from behind like a frightened kitten desperate for comfort.

For a moment, she felt as though the entire world were collapsing around her.

If this detestable man were to read all those records, she would be utterly humiliated.

"Why is it that you can see it but I can't?" Finn teased, inhaling the soft, enchanting scent

emanating from her as he held her close. The intimacy left his mouth suddenly dry.

"I don't need to see it, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What condition?" the earnest Wanda inquired, wrapping her pale hands around his neck.

"Reward me," Finn said, tapping his lips. "You haven't ever taken the initiative."

In matters of passion, the roles of active and passive were worlds apart.

Finn had always been forward, while the reserved witch had never been accustomed to such bold advances.

"I... don't want to," Wanda murmured.

Of course, she hesitated—part embarrassed, part suspecting Finn was setting yet another trap.

"Are you sure?"

" witch, you've searched through two hundred items—the history records are jam-packed," Finn observed as he slid the mouse to the bottom, revealing even more entries.

As he scanned the list, he was astonished. "I really didn't expect this—I never realized

my witch had such a mischievous side.

I... . No, listen to my explanation."

Wanda stammered anxiously, her mind scrambling for words until she remembered

that perhaps she could offer a half-truth. "An explanation is merely a cover-up,

and a cover-up is the truth," Finn offered.

Finn turned his head away, not wanting to hear another word.

He already knew that witches were never superficial creatures.

In the original texts, a witch was depicted as quiet, introspective, and sensitive to the world around her—a model of a well-behaved woman from an ordinary background.

Besides, who would have imagined that the same woman who once choked her appetite in a restaurant could be capable of this?

But... Finn seized the opportunity, unwilling to let the witch off easily.

"You..." he began. Wanda's anger flared; she swallowed all the words she had intended to explain and instead sat with her legs folded and arms wrapped around her knees, her expression a mix of annoyance and resignation.

"Witch, have you really thought this through?"

Seeing her silence, Finn allowed a sly smile to curl at the corner of his mouth.

"If you want me to keep my word, you must delete the records— and make sure they're irretrievable!"

Meeting his mischievous smile, Wanda gritted her teeth and decided to trust him this time.

If this method failed, she would simply destroy the computer; worst-case scenario,she'd replace it and make it up to him later. Gathering her resolve,she closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly.

Their soft lips met in a tentative kiss.

No sooner had they touched that Wanda's instincts screamed for her to pull away, but a firm hand had already locked around her slender waist and tugged her in closer.

In the very next moment, that familiar, overwhelming sensation washed over her.

"Ugh..." Wanda murmured as her eyes fluttered and her pupils constricted.

"Again! The second time today!" she whispered.

She tried to break free, but his hand held her fast; the only recourse was for her other hand to clutch at his chest in a feeble attempt to keep from falling.

Due to their height difference, Wanda was forced to tilt her graceful neck upward

to meet his lips.

She longed to channel her chaos magic to shove Finn away, yet she hesitated, afraid of causing him harm. In the end, she surrendered to the tender moment.

After a few moments, Finn released her hand.

"Phew," he murmured softly.

Wanda's body went slack as she slumped onto the plush sofa, panting heavily.

Nearby, Finn rested his chin on one hand, his gaze lingering on Wanda as she reclined in thin pajamas that revealed every perfect curve.

It was an alluring display of vulnerability and desire. Only moments earlier, her tender earlobes had been flushed a vivid red,

daring anyone to pinch them.

Despite her feigned inaction on the sofa, her labored breathing conveyed both longing and discontent.

Even as Wanda's thoughts drifted back to the passion they'd just shared, a pang of guilt struck her when she caught Finn's amused glance.

"What are you looking at? Quickly delete the history," she snapped.

"Didn't you always say that a true gentleman never chases after someone, and that honesty is paramount?" she added, her voice edged with a teasing reprimand.

After a moment's pause—her mind racing to find a more cutting remark— she finally managed, "Otherwise, I'll ignore you for half a month."

"Well, a gentleman never breaks his promise," Finn replied with a nod. True to his word, he reopened the browser history, scrolled to the bottom, and couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, he had already noticed an earlier search entry:

"What kind of oddity is it for a man who always calls his girlfriend a 'witch' and is obsessed with feet?" Sure enough, it turned out he had misinterpreted the search— Wanda's quirks were endearingly mischievous.

"Why are you laughing?" Wanda demanded, noticing the playful smirk on his face.

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For a moment, she thought he might be reviewing his own records, but as she leaned over, she discovered the interface had been wiped clean.

"I am a gentleman, and I never break my promises," Finn said with a slight frown

before his smile reappeared.

"Delete it, delete it—what are you laughing at..." Wanda complained, touching her warm earlobe as she resettled onto the soft sofa.

That incorrigible man seemed blissfully unaware of just how irresistible his own smile could be. Even as she pretended indifference, she couldn't help but steal furtive glances at him.

Earlier, while perusing the records together, she had only now realized how striking he truly was. The light from the screen accentuated his chiseled features,

rendering his handsome face even more three-dimensional: defined, arching eyebrows, eyes like twin stars, a sharply contoured nose, thin lips pressed firmly together, and deep, wise eyes.

His long, graceful fingers danced effortlessly over the keyboard. The more Wanda observed him, the more convinced she became that he possessed an innate, seductive magnetism—a quality that had drawn her to him from the very beginning. Just then, Finn slowly raised his head, arched an eyebrow, and said, "Witch, you're becoming more and more unscrupulous."

"Who's looking at you?!" Wanda retorted, her face still flushed as she averted her gaze, though her warm complexion and rosy earlobes betrayed her true feelings.

"Duplicity," Finn teased, gently pinching her cheek.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she declared, dashing away in embarrassment as her cheeks burned with renewed shame.

Inside the bathroom, Wanda stared into the mirror at her own sparkling eyes.

Lowering her head, she washed her face vigorously, the cool water soothing her flushed skin.

"Finn really has the nerve to claim he's the real heartthrob," she muttered, half in admiration and half in reproach.

Wanda was momentarily speechless.

She had never encountered a man so persistently charming and undeniably seductive, and she found herself scheming over ways to indulge in his presence every day.

The thought of what might happen if she ever crossed an unspoken line both thrilled and terrified her.

After a brief pause—long enough for the redness in her ears to fade— she took a deep breath, pushed open the bathroom door, and stepped back out.

Rejoining her original spot on the sofa, Wanda discovered Finn lounging lazily, flipping through a book wrapped in parchment. The ancient tome exuded a mysterious aura

that stirred in her a sudden, irresistible urge to read it.

"What are you looking at?" she asked curiously.

"The book I found on Agatha's shelf," Finn replied, closing the volume and holding it up for her inspection.

"The text is a bit obscure, and I'm trying to decipher it."

The cover bore a title inscribed in ancient Egyptian characters that lent it an unmistakable air of mystery.

"You got it from Agatha?!" Wanda exclaimed, her interest immediately piqued as she recognized the script. She had studied that ancient language only a few months ago

under Doctor Strange's guidance, mastering it in mere hours—a feat that even Stephen had admired.

Stephen had teased her, calling her a prodigious magical talent; had she arrived a few years earlier, perhaps she wouldn't have been overlooked when the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme was passed on.

"Show me," she demanded eagerly.

Unable to hide her excitement, Wanda wondered aloud what exactly Agatha had learned to transform herself into a formidable necromancer. "Witch, you've been well-educated,"

Finn remarked as he handed the book over. "Darkhold," he stated simply.

Wanda took the book and read its title aloud.

"That's right. This is the Darkhold."

Finn had only just thought of it and passed it to her without arousing any suspicion.

What surprised him most was that the forged ancient aura cloaking this copy of the mystical tome was so authentic that it completely deceived Wanda.

It is well known that witches can channel Chaos Magic and wield telepathic abilities.

The art of magical creation had granted Finn more surprises than he could have imagined.

He even mused that even Chthon—the ancient entity credited with authoring the Darkhold— might not be able to distinguish the counterfeit from the genuine by mere aura.

"Finn, this is a magical book, and its contents seem incredibly potent," Wanda observed,

flipping through the pages. The chaotic energy within her stirred, drawing her in so completely that she became momentarily transfixed by the spellbound text. "Agatha's legacy isn't as weak as it might appear, and the practitioner is certainly no slouch either," Finn remarked softly.

Not only that, but the Darkhold held the potential to elevate a fledgling witch into an unparalleled master— though in its current form, it was still quite formidable... Ahem, I digress.

When the time was right, the two of them might even embark on a journey across the multiverse— a prospect that delighted Finn immensely. After all, the multiverse is one of Marvel's greatest intrigues: different Avengers in alternate universes, the exploits of Tony Stark, and so much more.

The very thought made him smile. "Um..." Wanda hesitated.

"This magical tome might allow me to better control the Chaos Magic within me," she continued, not noticing the gleam of excitement in Finn's eyes. She hadn't expected that Agatha's legacy— a magical book entrusted to her—could help her master her volatile powers.

This was especially good news, as in recent times, Wanda had often feared that her chaos magic was spiraling out of control, that a moment of emotional breakdown might unleash irreparable damage.

"It seems Agatha's legacy is still useful," Finn remarked, stretching and reclining lazily on the sofa as he yawned.

"Finn, don't mention that name—it's unlucky," Wanda chided.

She continued to study the book's contents with a regretful expression.

"But I haven't read all the words."

"Didn't you learn it?" Finn inquired.

"I did, but Stephen never finished teaching it. After he covered the first Chapter, his expression suddenly soured, and he said he needed to retreat to study ancient texts further—so I left abruptly," Wanda recalled.

Truth be told, she hadn't taken it very seriously; she simply felt that Stephen was too preoccupied. After all, scholars often abandon a subject as soon as they sense a problem, regardless of the occasion.

"I see," Finn said thoughtfully. Inwardly, he grumbled that Stephen had only taught him half the lesson.

He also had a lingering feeling that future events might be intertwined with the fate of witches— and perhaps that was why he'd never pressed the matter further.

According to the original texts, Wanda was destined to transform into a ruthless, murderous temptress.

Yet Finn's presence had rewritten that ending, transforming her fate into that of a genuinely good soul.

Then, looking at Wanda with a perplexed expression, Finn glanced at the mystical tome and said slowly,

"That word means 'soul' and 'undead.'"

"What?" Wanda was momentarily stunned before exclaiming in surprise,

"Do you understand?"

"Well, I've studied ancient Egyptian," Finn replied unhurriedly.

In truth, he had never formally learned it, but his natural affinity for magic allowed him

to decipher the original text in just ten seconds.

After all, if you couldn't understand it, how could you possibly be so utterly captivated by it?

"Finn, you're amazing—teach me quickly," Wanda pleaded, her face alight with wonder

as she handed the book back to him. "Not a problem," he replied.

"This sentence means 'Soul and Necromancer,' signifying..."

Ever eager to share his knowledge with his witch companion, Finn took the book

and began to read aloud.

The first passage described a basic technique: condensing magical energy

to assault the soul of a living being. The method was unmistakably dark magic—used by powerful practitioners to gather and disperse souls at will.

Yet it was far more sinister than Finn's own signature lethal hex.

"Uh-huh," Wanda acknowledged, clearly in higher spirits than before, as she leaned against Finn's shoulder so they could study the Darkhold together.

She had discovered that her man was far more capable than she had ever imagined—even without overt superpowers, his talent shone through brilliantly.

At that very moment, however, she witnessed an unforgettable sight.

A mass of black aura had condensed on Finn's hand, pulsating with bursts of sinister energy that seemed capable of tearing a soul apart in an instant. The very air around him grew noticeably colder, as if recoiling from the gathering malevolence.

"Spirits and souls, gather and disperse..." Finn intoned, his focus completely absorbed by the Darkhold.

He paid no heed to the subtle changes in his hand as he continued to chant the incantation from the ancient text.

Meanwhile, the black aura enveloping his left hand intensified further—the force of the emanating energy distorting the air around him.

And with that, the space around him shivered under the weight of his dark incantation.

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