Thousands of light-years away from Earth.

Hara Star, the capital of the Cree people.

The blonde-haired Carol was dreaming again, some messy dreams, giving her a headache.

But she's not called Carol now, she's called Firth.

Carol, who couldn't sleep, got up and opened the window to look outside.

Several spaceships are flying in the sky, and the whole city is technologically advanced.

Carol went out and knocked on Mywell's door.

"Do you know what time it is?" Maiwell said helplessly.

"I can't sleep." Carroll said.

"If you can't sleep, take sleeping pills."

"You'll be sleepy then."

"You're dreaming again." Mywell was clearly familiar.

"Uh-huh." Carol pouted.

She often has strange dreams.

Some were lying in the sand, and an unknown woman in front of her was killed in front of her by a Skurull.

to more of a man, a very handsome man.

That manhood is sunny, especially when laughing, Carol often dreams of him.

The man also took her to fly in the sky! Without the help of any tools!

The man gave Carol a familiar feeling, but she just couldn't remember it, and she had a splitting headache when she thought about it.

"Do you want to fight!" Carol said to Mywell.

I can't sleep anyway, so it's good to exercise.

"No!" Mywell refused.

I don't know what's going on with an earth woman, her strength and agility are stronger than him, and training against her is abuse!

Generally speaking, their Kree people are much more physically fit than Earthlings, and he is the best among them.

Although it can't be compared to Ronan's pervert, that person has a genetic mutation! But abusing ordinary earthlings should be a very easy task!

However, he can't beat Carol!

"Let's go, I promise not to bully you physically!" Carroll said.

"Really?" Mywell asked.

"Really!"

"Okay, let's go to the training room." Maiwell didn't say a word, changed his clothes and went out, and he wanted revenge today!

…

The two fought back and forth in the fighting room, because Carol was a little timid because he said that he would not bully people with his body.

"Smack."

Carol was knocked to the ground by a punch from Miwell.

"It seems that your martial arts skills are still as bad as ever, and you haven't improved at all." Mywell scoffed.

"Come again!"

Carroll got up and mingled with Miwell again.

She gradually increased her strength, which made Mywell a little struggling.

Kicking Carol away, Mywell spoke: "Isn't it not bullying people without physical fitness?" ”

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention." Carroll said.

"Control your strength, you have to learn restraint!" Mywell reminded.

"Okay, go ahead."

The two began to practice again.

Carol kept her promise and got her power under control.

After a while, she was knocked down again.

"It's a little slippery." Carroll said.

"That's because I punched you, and you slipped."

Mywell was proud.

"Again." Carroll refused to admit defeat.

Fighting again, Carroll was suppressed again.

Mywell is a seasoned veteran of all kinds of martial arts.

Seeing that he was about to be knocked down again, Carol was in a hurry, and when Miwell's fist was about to hit him in the face, Carol sent a yellow light from his left hand and knocked Miwell away.

"Oh~"

Mywell was knocked five or six meters away, and the fall hurt him.

"Didn't you say you don't have to bully people with physical fitness?" Mywell struggled to get up and said.

"Yes, I didn't use my strength to suppress you, I used superpowers."

Carol said with an innocent expression.

"Control the power! Firth, how many times have I told you that you have to learn to control your power and not be swayed by your emotions, that will only make you weak! ”

Mywell said seriously.

He kind of regretted that he only went out in a sports vest, and if he was fully equipped, he promised to teach Carol how to behave!

At the very least, it should be possible to play five or five!

"Really? I don't feel weak, at least, you can't beat me! Carroll said.

"You're a warrior, but you're also a soldier, and we're about the group, not the individual.

No matter how strong the individual is, you can fight one, ten, or even a hundred people, but can you deal with a fleet?

Interstellar warfare requires cooperation and cooperation, not personal heroism! You've left your teammates alone and gone into the enemy camp a lot before!

If you do so, the Supreme Wisdom will talk to you! ”

Mywell said earnestly.

"But I don't think I've done anything wrong, at the very least, I've done a good job!

I'll kill the enemy with one blow! ”

Carol said unconvinced.

"Yes, you have succeeded a few times, but in the future, can you guarantee that you will be able to destroy the enemy alone every time? All it takes is one mistake and you fail, exposing the entire squad and damaging everyone! ”

He had a headache for Carol's thoughts!

This woman, relying on her own strength, left her teammates and rushed out every time she was on a mission, which scared them into fear.

"Looks like you need to meet the Supreme Wisdom!"

Seeing that Carol didn't care at all, it was obvious that she didn't listen to her own words, and she needed to be sent to the Supreme Wisdom to teach.

A native of the Kree Empire, Mywell was convinced that there was nothing that could not be solved by supreme intelligence.

"Just go." Carol said dismissively.

In the afternoon, the two of them took a common vehicle in Harra, a manned aircraft.

"What does it look like when you call it Supreme Wisdom?" Carol asked Miwell.

The Supreme Intelligence is a collection of Cree consciousness, which transforms into the image of the person who cares most about people in everyone's heart.

"Your dad?"

"It's not!"

"Mom?"

"It's not!"

"You're seeing me, right?" Carol asked with a smile.

"No, don't guess." Mywell ended the conversation.

The Supreme Wisdom sent Mywell to teach Carol and guide her to control her power.

But to Mywell's sadness, he can't beat Carroll.

But even if Miwell can't beat him, Carol still has a bit of a crush on Miwell.

I heard them say that when she was seriously injured, it was Mywell who gave her a blood transfusion, and she had Mywell's blood flowing in her body, and now she has amnesia, and she has no impression of the past.

The point is that this person encourages himself every day.

Carol, who has no past, is very confused about the future, and it is Miwell who has regained her confidence.

Mywell taught her combat skills, made her join his squad, and often fed herself chicken soup for the soul.

Carol is grateful to Mywell!

"Here we are, let's go down." The aircraft stopped, Mywell said.

"Go in on your own."

Carol didn't say anything, and walked alone into a magnificent hall.