Chapter 115: Two Black Widows (First Update)

But on second thought, it made sense. An intelligence agency like the Red Room, capable of training a Black Widow like Natasha Romanoff, could certainly produce another Black Widow.

After all, even in the normal world, Black Widows weren’t exactly superpowered beings. Among city-level heroes on Earth, Black Widow’s combat strength ranked near the bottom.

So this was truly unexpected!

Determined not to give up, Mei Mumu immediately asked Miss Balance to look up information on Yelena. He had actually checked before, but it seemed as if the scales of fate were deliberately working against him—unless he personally altered someone’s fate, the mist of destiny would not reveal itself to him.

Once changed, there would be no secrets left to uncover.

“In a parallel world, when Yelena Belova appeared before Natasha, Natasha realized that the Red Room kept ‘producing’ new Black Widow agents continuously. Yelena broke all the records set by Natasha in the Red Room and became the new Black Widow.”

“She was determined to be the one and only Black Widow and relentlessly pursued her traitorous senior sister Natasha, but neither emerged victorious. Later, Yelena grew suspicious of her own origins and retired to Cuba, becoming a famous businesswoman and model.”

“Subsequently, Yelena was lured into S.H.I.E.L.D. by a spy, where she suffered severe injuries during a mission, resulting in disfigurement. To exact revenge on S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, she joined the terrorist organization Hydra and underwent modifications that granted her the ability to replicate skills.”

“When battling the new Avengers, she fought Iron Man to a standstill until he summoned his 49th suit of armor to finally defeat her. Ultimately, after absorbing Sentinel powers, she lost control and was killed by a bomb implanted in her by Hydra.”

At last, Mei Mumu understood why this mysterious Yelena had once held Natasha—who was still Natalia at the time—at bay. Turns out, Yelena was quite the formidable figure!

Since Yelena never appeared in the Marvel films, she was most likely a character from the comics. The Marvel universe contains over 8,000 characters, and even hardcore fans couldn’t possibly know them all.

Even someone like Mei Mumu, who considered himself a veteran fan, only knew about 2,000 heroes from the movies and a small portion of the comics.

This was somewhat embarrassing.

That said, women like Yelena, driven by extreme fear and a fierce desire for self-preservation, seemed easier to rein in than imagined—and perhaps required more control.

In fact, before Mei Mumu bestowed the “Silent Hassan” template upon Yelena, he had secretly examined the Balance system and discovered a remarkable feature: if the recipient of a template was neither the system’s host nor a direct subordinate, the system would automatically reclaim the template and any associated items.

In other words, if Yelena ever developed other ideas, then... heh heh heh!

What was even more impressive was that after extracting this legendary assassin template, Mei Mumu realized he could not only adjust its enhancement direction and focus areas—damn, Hassan was actually part of a series.

First, Mei Mumu quietly adjusted the strength of “Silent Hassan.”

Because this version of “Mountain Hermit” was somewhat problematic—it relied on poison. In its perfected form, her saliva was poisonous, her blood was poisonous, and even her breath was toxic gas—a walking human poison bomb.

Even a World War II-grade gas mask couldn’t withstand the perfected Silent Hassan.

After finalizing the long template’s adjustments, Mei Mumu examined her series:

“Host, you can use ‘Silent Hassan’ as a foundation to grant series enhancements to the recipient. Currently available for enhancement are the templates ‘Cursed Wrist Hassan’ and ‘Hundred Faces Hassan,’ each requiring an additional 100 fragments of fate.”

Buy one, get two—this was a deal worth having.

Though the Hassan clan sounded strange, assassins were formidable weapons in capable hands.

Yelena could feel the changes within her body.

Before joining the Red Room, she had already undergone over two years of training in intelligence. After such extensive preparation, she knew she would soon reach the limits of human capability—like a 100-meter sprint that no normal human could run under eight seconds without special aids.

Generally, the physiological structure of the human body sets a hard ceiling on ability.

Yet at that moment, Yelena clearly sensed the shackles limiting her body’s potential breaking under this mysterious legacy power.

“What is this...” Yelena was momentarily dazed, then her gaze hardened as she bowed deeply. “Thank you for your gift, master.”

Hmph. This Russian girl was surprisingly respectful.

“Go, and truly experience this legacy. Also...”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Yelena hastily promised.

“No, it doesn’t matter if you tell. Once the intelligence agency notices changes in your body, they will dissect you for research,” Mei Mumu sneered.

The Japanese were ruthless to outsiders, but the Russians were merciless even to their own.

The nature of the Russian intelligence services was well-known to anyone with minimal acquaintance.

Yelena shivered, bowed once more, and then left.

Watching her swaying, shapely figure disappear, Mei Mumu suddenly realized a grave problem—

Damn it! I’m an idiot! I gave her the Silent Hassan template—now she’s toxic all over. How am I supposed to ‘whisper secrets’ to her? In a while, this girl will become an expired lolita!

Ahhhhh—I’m such a pig!

Mei Mumu was heartbroken, overwhelmed with sorrow.

Tears... flowed inside his heart!

In the air, it seemed dozens of phantom crows circled him, flying and cawing, “Fool! Fool! Fool!”

Mei Mumu felt utterly hopeless.

It seemed his lonely path as a single dog was far from over.

Just as he slumped in his office chair, his senses suddenly detected something. His expression grew strange, and after half a second, he said with feigned profundity, “Come out!”

An unusual silence filled the air.

Mei Mumu grumbled, “Silly girl, do you think I was the one who taught you the Way of Shadows?”

At that moment, Natalia’s voice came from the office restroom: “Brother, you swear you won’t punish me.”

“Alright, alright! I swear!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the restroom door clicked open, and an indistinct, nearly invisible transparent figure slipped out.

Like shedding optical camouflage, the figure soon gained color, revealing the delicate curves of a beautiful young woman.

A little Black Widow appeared.

Unlike Yelena’s revealing attire, she was clad in a tightly fitting leather suit, fully armored and already possessing about eighty percent of the power of the later seductive Black Widow. The youthful spirit unique to a fourteen-year-old girl added a touch of radiant charm to her beauty.