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Although there was some disagreement about the outcome of the battle.
At the same time, there was a hint of dissatisfaction with Luke's decision.
But in the end, Corvinus chose to accept it wisely.
On the bright side, at least his bottom line wasn't breached.
Marcus was alive.
Even if his bat wings were torn off, he had lost his strength and fallen back to an elder level.
At least his life was preserved!
'That's why it's important to have a father that could back you up. '
Luke couldn't help thinking so when he watched Corvinus packing up Marcus and taking him away.
Viktor, who had no backing, was burned to a crisp with Heat Vision.
"I thought you would take care of Marcus, my Lord."
Selene, who succeeded in getting rid of the curse of daylight, began to get used to this uncomfortable title.
"We have to save face for others. Corvinus has a good attitude, so there's no need to be aggressive."
Luke shook his head.
Marcus wasn't a threat.
His purpose was only to help Selene reach the top position.
And then he would pack up the Corvinus vampires and bring them back to the North American continent.
When the time came, he would drop them into big cities like New York and Detroit.
Let them fight and consume the pure-blood descendants of Dracula and the 'familiars' who were rapidly expanding at the bottom.
This was equivalent to knocking a spike into the dark world to facilitate subsequent meddling by S.H.I.E.L.D.
The proposal for Magic Congress was temporarily under construction as expected.
It would take quite a long time for it to be fully realized.
Not knowing that, Corvinus found himself looking forward to the Magic Congress.
Actually, the one with the bigger piece of the pie was Superman. How would he feel?
"Go and collect your people and your influence. Take them all to the North American continent and open up new territories!"
Luke ordered.
"Getting rid of the curse of daylight should be an irresistible quid pro quo for you."
Selene nodded and agreed.
She couldn't wait for dawn to arrive and see the sunrise.
This female vampire warrior had almost forgotten what warmth felt like.
"In addition, tell the hotel manager to replace the window for me."
Luke instructed.
He didn't like rooms with drafts everywhere.
"This may be a bit of a problem. It's very late, and fixing it may only be done tomorrow."
Lucian interjected.
He had long since regained his human form, and his punctured shoulder had fully healed.
"It's better to call the hotel to change rooms, or perhaps you can sleep in the next room and rest for a while."
The Lycan Leader made serious suggestions.
However, his meaning wasn't as serious.
Because Selene's room was next door.
"Do all the people in the world have the same way of pleasing their boss?"
Luke faintly froze and muttered.
He couldn't help it. Lucian's conduct was a little familiar to him.
Alessandro, who was the head of the Mafia back then, did the same.
"Ha, how could Superman be seduced by beauty? "
Like Captain America's incarnation, Luke's face remained unruffled and upright.
"Don't bother. I'll go to the second bedroom."
He liked to follow his heart, not his kidneys.
After all, the former could unlock more positions.
Always finding different ways to play the same game to maintain a sense of freshness.
Selene, who didn't say anything, heard the answer.
Her face was slightly relieved, but her eyes were somewhat saddened.
Women were such complicated creatures. They hated it when men were overly interested in them, but they also hated it when men weren't interested at all.
Selene glared at Lucian, who had bad intentions, and then developed the beautiful misconception that General Cavill was a decent man.
The previous one who thought this way rolled the sheets with him only after a few days.
"It's late. Let's rest. "
Luke waved his hand.
He would never leave fatigue and stress for the next day.
Therefore, he should sleep for 4 to 5 minutes every day -- for Superman, that was enough.
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A few days later, Luke set foot in New York City.
He was followed by a tired-looking Howard, who had two heavy dark circles under his eyes.
He was speaking forcefully and breathlessly as if his body had been emptied.
In fact, it was true.
After seeing vampires and werewolves, Howard seemed to have found new interests.
Especially after Luke had taken in the Corvinus coven to get rid of his trauma, he had in-depth communication with those adult female vampires in Superman's name.
This was nothing. Most of the vampire coven members had rotten lifestyles.
Multi-person activities and promiscuous parties were a common occurrence.
Only a deviant like Selene could keep herself clean.
Howard was funny and good-looking, so attracting a few vampires wasn't a problem.
However, this guy has a unique vision. He was hitting on Elder Amelia, whose bat wings were torn off by Luke.
She was a vampire who had lived for hundreds of years, had a wealth of experience in combat, had studied all kinds of positions, and was able to use her techniques with ease.
In just a few days, Howard's body weakened at a noticeable rate, as if he had been drained.
"Although I paid a heavy price, when I left Paris, Amelia was reluctant and said I was the best man she had ever met!"
Howard laughed heartily.
Proud, no doubt.
"I'll tell you the brutal truth."
Luke, who stepped off the plane, spoke calmly, "When a female vampire reaches a certain peak of pleasure, she can't resist the desire for blood, and it's not uncommon for her mating partner to be treated as 'food'."
"The more exciting and enjoyable it is, the more intense the feeling would be."
"The lower level vampires can be controlled, while the higher level vampires are affected much more deeply."
"Do you have Amelia's bite marks on you? Or did she have the urge to eat you?"
Each one of Luke's sentences was more heartbreaking than the one before, and tons of critical hits were poured into Howard's fragile mind.
His original smile instantly froze.
No man would want to think that he didn't satisfy his partner.
This was about personal dignity and ability.
"If none of these things happened, then 'the best man' was probably just a simple compliment, so don't take it too seriously."
Seeing Howard's sudden expression change, Luke achieved his goal. He comforted him with no sincerity, "Don't feel too bad. It's normal that your ... strengths have become weaknesses because you both are of different races."
"You make me want to strangle you!"
Howard's happy mood turned into a depressed one.
At the thought of Amelia's praise and awe was all for show.
He couldn't help feeling sad and began to doubt himself.
Was it possible that all the women who had romantic encounters with him before were all ...
Once the thought sprouted, they couldn't stop.
Howard got into his butler's car with a complicated mood. He was silent for a moment and asked, "Jarvis, do you think I look like the kind of ... rookie who can't satisfy others? I mean, is it possible that women would deliberately flatter me and compliment me because I'm rich ..."
"Sir, I can't judge the duration and endurance of your ..., much less your bed life."
Jarvis, who was sitting in front of him and driving, replied, "Although I'm English, I don't know much about other men."
"However, given your physical condition, I think you need to rest for a while, and proper abstinence will help you regain your energy."
Hearing the butler's polite reminder, Howard was paralyzed in the back seat as if he had received an answer, his eyes losing their luster.
"I'm fed up with the rainy weather in Paris. At least New York has sunny days."
After Luke had beaten Howard into a state of mourning, he also got into the limousine that came to pick him up.
"You've come two days later than the scheduled return date."
The driver was Carter, who was wearing a white blouse with a bright red skirt today.
"I dealt with some other issues and was delayed."
Luke smiled slightly.
"Fortunately, it all ended well, with Alexander Corvinus connecting the dots and sending the European vampires and werewolves to North America to be used against the pure-blooded descendants of Dracula, saving New York from becoming a mess."
"The trade channel with Atlantis was also finalized, and the establishment of the World Security Council is on the agenda."
"The most unexpected harvest was S.P.E.A.R."
"By providing the whereabouts of the Hand, Zheng Xian owes me a favor now."
"When S.H.I.E.L.D. officially enters the world stage and handles international relations, S.P.E.A.R's help will be very useful."
Luke closed his eyes and took stock of the plentiful harvest picked during the Peace Summit.
"I heard you met a new woman in Paris, or rather, a vampire?"
Carter, who was holding the steering wheel, seemed to say so carelessly.
"That's all rumors. Speaking of this, it's Howard's fault. He just had to go to the Moulin Rouge ..."
Luke's face remained unchanged as he threw his own best friend, Howard, under the bus.
Anyway, the other party always had a bad reputation, and a little more scandal didn't matter.
"That's very much like him."
After listening to Howard's misfortune in Paris, Carter's mouth smiled a little more.
"By the way, the other day, a monk dressed as a sanctum priest approached S.H.I.E.L.D. and said that when you came back, you had to go to the New York Sanctum."
"There seems to be something wrong ... in Kamar Taj."
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'What could go wrong in Kamar Taj?'
This question flashed through Luke's mind.
At this time, the future Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange wasn't even an embryo yet.
The predetermined successor hadn't appeared, and the Ancient One was stabbed by a traitor, so she was out of the way. She took advantage of the opportunity for early retirement. For the time being, there was no need for her to come out.
"Then go directly to Greenwich Village."
Luke murmured.
He planned to make a trip to the New York Sanctum first.
Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D's work wasn't urgent.
Instead of focusing on all kinds of boring documents.
It was better to go to Kathmandu for a relaxing break than to attend one social gathering and boring meeting one after another.
He didn't forget that Sorcerer Supreme had previously agreed to open Kamar Taj's magic training course for himself.
'Let Howard rest for a while. Taking him to Kamar Taj to train with the fierce masters now would probably completely empty this guy's body. '
Luke thought silently while watching the scenery outside the window.
The elder vampire Amelia's 'squeezing to the last drop' ability was one of the best.
Howard, whose physical quality was just ordinary, was no match.
Back pains, weakness, and exhaustion were normal.
Even if he didn't get the upper hand, it was considered strong enough.
After about 40 minutes of driving, Luke arrived at Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village.
Since becoming a Superman and having a friendly conversation with Sorcerer Supreme, the three sanctums no longer refused his visits and were very kind to him.
"General, please come in."
The building for the New York Sanctum seemed to be surrounded by magical devices similar to sensory boundaries.
Luke had just stepped out of the car when the same Master Nico who had greeted him before appeared at the door at the right time.
The dark face was still covered with the same mysterious smile that inexplicably made people want to kick it very hard.
"Peggy, you should go home first. Help me put off the Pentagon and White House meetings. Just say I have other things to deal with."
Luke turned to the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. and said so.
His intuition told him that the masters of the New York Sanctum had approached him and that it wouldn't be a minor problem.
"Okay. But the President ... Never mind, it would have to wait until you come back."
Carter's brow furrowed slightly, wanting to say something.
Luke noticed the female agent's odd behavior but didn't ask any more questions, as Master Nico was still waiting at the entrance to the sanctum.
"General, Master Russell already knows about your visit. Tea is ready in the reception room on the second floor."
Luke, who had been here several times, was familiar with it and went straight up the stairs.
He pushed open the second-to-last room in the corridor, and in the ancient parlor, an old man with a white beard was sitting there.
The other party who Master Nico called Russell, was also the Master of the New York Sanctum.
In fact, the Sorcerer Supreme had built a system that actually treated Kamar Taj as a talent development organization.
The disciples who were willing to stay and follow him or her were trained and mentored.
If they were qualified, it wouldn't conflict with the competition.
After graduation, they would be assigned to one of the three sanctums and go to various places to perform missions.
Only those who performed well and were gifted were qualified to be the Masters of the sanctums.
Don't judge Russell by his old age and slow speech.
If he could be the Head of the New York Sanctum, obviously he would be a strong, muscular man -- the kind who could kill a Bengal tiger with one punch.
Today's masters have long gotten rid of the weak image of the past.
Every day lifting weights, exercise, wearing heavy armor, or lifting a giant sword, yoke, and axe, everything was qualified!
Because when signing a contract and borrowing the strength of the dimensions, they needed to pay a price.
Without a strong enough body, they would die after a few years.
"Please sit, Lieutenant General Cavill."
Master Russell, smiling kindly, handed over a cup of good tea.
This old man with white beard was interested in Chinese culture.
The tea ceremony was one of them.
"Well, it's an improvement over the last one. Master's understanding of tea making and tea drinking has grown more and more profound."
Luke looked down and sniffed, and there was a fresh scent pouring in.
Holding a porcelain cup in his hand, he took a sip of the translucent tea.
The taste was delicate and mellow, with a bit of sweetness in the bitterness.
"Ha, ha, ha. I think Mr. Cavill has the best taste."
Master Russell, who was praised, nodded with satisfaction.
"People in the sanctum only drink vodka, whiskey, and soda! They don't know how good tea is."
Luke looked at the old man with the white beard, who talked in a very amusing way.
"Master Russell, did you have someone visit S.H.I.E.L.D. to find me?"
After a few minutes of casual conversation to set the mood, he cut to the chase.
"Hmm, General Cavill, the Sorcerer Supreme is no longer in Kamar Taj. Before she left, she specially told me that if we encountered any difficult problems, we should call you ..."
The old master cleared his throat and slowly said so.
'Ancient One wasn't in Kamar Taj?'
Luke's eyes flashed as if he had a hunch.
'Could it be that a certain timeline had gone awry and needed the Sorcerer Supreme to restore order?'
"What can I do to help the three sanctums? "
Luke smiled and kept his mouth modest, but inwardly he thought, 'Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't take advantage of the business trip to rest and relax, right?'
According to the Ancient One's easy-going style, the possibility of this wasn't low.
"As General Cavill is aware, there was an energy fluctuation in Temple of the Three's monitoring network about a few days ago."
Master Russell raised his right hand. The ring on it glowed brightly and emitted a wave of magic power.
As a high-level master, the original tedious incantations and spell arrays were as easy as pulling open a portal in a snap.
Luke put down his teacup, followed the old master, who got up and went in.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Bells echoed.
A cloud of green smoke swirled around as if they were in a temple.
"This is ... Kamar Taj."
Luke paused for a moment and hesitated slightly.
The legendary Kamar Taj was a holy place in the eyes of the masters and also the center of the three sanctums!
What was the old master doing by bringing him here?
"Please come with me."
Master Russell, who remained mysterious, acted as a guide.
Luke followed suit and followed closely.
He looked around, sizing up the place that was shrouded in a veil of mystery.
He could see towers standing like a stone forest, and from time to time, monks in different colored robes or masters came out of them.
They were scattered in groups of three or five with books or with magic weapons in their hands.
"Are they all practitioners?"
Luke asked curiously.
"Some are, some are not."
Master Russell smiled.
"There are no impermeable walls in the world, and even though Kamar Taj is situated between mountains, which are too dangerous to climb, there are traces of its existence."
"There are always outsiders who are good at listening to information, who have learned of the location of Kamar Taj through various channels, and who come here with various requests through the tests set by the masters."
"Most of them are lost travelers who have suffered setbacks, frustrated and confused."
"There are also poor people who are suffering from terminal illnesses."
Luke took a quick glance and did see some physically disfigured masters and priests.
"When they came to Kamar Taj and achieved their goals, some of these people would return to the world and continue their original lives."
"Some choose to stay and continue to explore the mysteries of the soul and the self, and enter the Temple of The Three."
With a hint of respect in his eyes, Master Russell expressed his admiration, "The Sorcerer Supreme never interfered with the decisions they made. Decades and centuries went by, and countless visitors found Kamar Taj. She always watched quietly, patiently listening to each person's tragic fate and then solving the mystery for them."
"For Master Ancient One, this may just be a part of the world's movement."
Luke smiled.
Those same things might have happened countless times on different timelines.
As they chatted, they entered the main hall.
"This is the most important place for Kamar Taj. The three doors lead to different sanctums."
Master Russell didn't try to hide anything but spoke generously.
"The globe above is a magical instrument."
"The radar is similar to the radar in the human world. Built by Sorcerer Supreme, it can monitor the energy fluctuation of the time nodes."
"If there's an invasion by creatures from other dimensions, we'll be able to detect it immediately and take emergency precautions!"
Luke tilted his head and looked at the large brass ball slowly spinning and flowing with bright light.
"You've brought me here. It's not like Dormammu is taking advantage of the Master Ancient One's leave and invade, right?"
He said half-jokingly.
That was a proper dimensional demon.
The superman LV2 card had only entered the Allfather level right now, and there was still a slight gap with Odin, who was standing at the peak of that level.
In terms of combat power alone, Luke wouldn't have much chance of winning against Dormammu.
Unless the Ancient One was willing to lend him the Eye of Agamotto and let him go to the Dark Dimension to bargain.
"It's not that serious. The Sorcerer Supreme had just visited the Dark Dimension a short time ago. In the short term, Dormammu wouldn't reach out to Earth for now."
Hearing the old master's answer, Luke couldn't help but hold a moment of silence for Dormammu.
The Ancient One forced the loan shark to forget it. As a debtor, she went to make trouble in the territory of her creditors, as if it was just on a whim.
These days, it's true that 'the one who owes debts is treated way better.'
"There's a problem with the timeline, and there are abnormal energy fluctuations."
Russell looked solemn and said, "After careful investigation, we suspect that Kang the Conqueror has descended into this world using a time travel machine!"
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'Kang the Conqueror ...?'
Luke's eyes flashed. When he first met the Sorcerer Supreme, the latter mentioned this guy.
He didn't forget the agreement with the Ancient One- Getting rid of Kang the Conqueror and expelling him from this timeline.
No one would like a bastard who had nothing better to do, wanted to destroy the world and screw everything up, flying around like a fly in front of their eyes.
The Sorcerer Supreme once wanted to slap the buzzing fly, Kang the Conqueror, to death. However, his opponent had taken up a lot of timelines in the past.
Shoot one dead, and sooner or later, another one would come up.
Unless the Ancient One spent a lot of time and energy.
Follow the footsteps of Kang the Conqueror, retrace every timeline, and kill them all.
Otherwise, this nasty guy would grow again after being cut down, like a leek.
And grow thicker and stronger.
His experience of fighting with the Sorcerer Supreme would also be enriched.
All in all, the Ancient One detested Kang the Conqueror.
However, as she couldn't leave her job for too long and couldn't spare so much free time, she couldn't kill this annoying fly in one go.
Until she met Luke, the Sorcerer Supreme decided to let Superman play the role of a scavenger.
"Did you get a lock on his exact location?"
Looking at the whirling globe, Luke raised the key question.
Kang the Conqueror's combat power, in fact, was very average.
Probably equivalent to Iron Man, who had mastered future technology. He mostly relied on external items to solve problems.
If Kamar Taj's masters knew where he was hiding, Luke would just fly over and hammer his opponent to death with a single punch.
"No. All three sanctums signaled an alarm at the same time, and there were abnormal energy fluctuations in New York and London, which we can't distinguish."
Master Russell sadly shook his head.
As an experienced space-time stowaway, Kang the Conqueror knew all kinds of methods and techniques to avoid tracking and searching.
In addition, he also had a specialized database of famous latter-day superheroes and was familiar with their weaknesses and flaws.
The combination of all these factors made this guy extremely difficult to deal with.
That's why the Sorcerer Supreme was interested in Luke.
Superman didn't belong to any timeline of this universe. His past experience was blank, and his future development was constantly changing.
Kang the Conqueror had no way to make valid and reasonable judgments and develop useful targeted solutions.
"I promised Master Ancient One that I would help her out with this problem."
Luke looked away and nodded.
"According to Kang's style of doing things, he liked to pretend to be historical figures, Pharaohs, Persian Kings... people with power were usually chosen as targets."
"I'll start with this and send someone to investigate."
As the saying goes, there are professionals in every field.
In contrast to S.H.I.E.L.D., which specialized in intelligence work and had many agents under its command.
Temple of the Three, which defended the Earth from dimensional invasion and protected the peace, was a bit inadequate in gathering information and tracing whereabouts.
"Thank you, General Cavill. I'll leave it to you."
Master Russell smiled kindly.
"Before the Sorcerer Supreme left, she told me that Kamar Taj's library was fully open to you, General."
"You can access as many of the books as you like. If you don't understand something, you can ask me."
The old master was also a knowledgeable person who had read 'Emotional Intelligence' and understood the principle of interpersonal interactions of reciprocity and rewards.
Superman promised to help out and solve the problem for Kamar Taj.
It was only right for him to provide convenience to the other party.
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The library was one of the most important places in the Kamar Taj.
There was a collection of magic spells from ancient times to the present and many ancient anecdotes that had long been forgotten.
In theory, such a treasured place that people yearn and aspire to enter should be heavily guarded and well regulated.
But in fact, there was no one but an old librarian.
'It's a pity I couldn't meet Old Wong. '
Luke stepped into the library lined with bookshelves. He glanced around but didn't catch a glimpse of the serious-looking fat man with a round face.
This was expected.
After all, even Doctor Strange hadn't been born yet. Wong, naturally, wasn't here yet.
"Kamar Taj has many rules, and one of the most well-known is that 'knowledge should be shared'."
Master Russell had a smile on his face.
Each of the followers of the Sorcerer Supreme, who passed the test, signed a contract with the three Vishanti and were able to use the Sling Rings with ease.
Everyone could come to the library, browse and borrow books at will.
Even if it were some forbidden spell, there wouldn't be a problem.
The Sorcerer Supreme thought that this was also a kind of trial, which could test whether the master's heart was firm and whether they could hold back the temptation that came with great power.
'So, it was inevitable for Kamar Taj to have traitors. '
Luke thought so silently.
Sometimes, human nature couldn't stand excessive testing.
Like the Sorcerer Supreme's disciple, Kaecilius, who was defected to Dormammu.
The reason why he betrayed the Ancient One was that he had studied the forbidden art.
From there, he studied the way to penetrate into the Dark Dimension and steal power.
Kaecilius was just a high-level master. Even though he was gifted, what could he do to resist the corruption and compulsion from a dimensional demon?
Therefore, from the moment he opened the book, his fate was already sealed!
"I suggest General Cavill should start with some basic knowledge, from low to high, from easy to difficult, which will help you build a systematic understanding."
Master Russell was as enthusiastic as the salesmen who came to your door to sell textbooks.
"This book, 'The Key of Solomon', is a 14th-century work!"
"The rules and incantations for summoning demons are detailed in the book, along with the corresponding contract drafting terminology, and in the latter part, black magic that encourages ritual killing."
Luke looked along the old master's line of sight and found the yellowed book on the shelf.
"Wouldn't it be contradicting if a master from Karma Taj studies dark magic?"
He asked curiously.
The Trinity of Vishanti represented white magic -- this kind of exchange cost less, and the side effects weren't so terrible.
Although dark magic was powerful -- it often uses limbs, blood, and organs as a requirement for drawing power.
Odd, Doctor Strange once suffered from an incurable gastric perforation because of excessive use.
And even became blind once.
This shows how painful the cost of dark magic was.
"Not so, General Cavill."
Master Russell waved his hand and whispered, "If you want to become a qualified master, you have to deal with the devils and demons in hell from time to time."
"As you know, those bastards who smell like sulfur are either rude or cunning, and ordinary people have a hard time dealing with them."
"Therefore, it's important to understand them, to understand the usual tricks the devil uses to deceive and the rules by which the devil is bound in this world..."
"Masters aren't headstrong people who solely rely on brute force. We must learn to use our knowledge and brains."
Luke glanced at the old master's muscular body, straining his robes, and felt that the other party didn't seem to add any points to his intelligence.
"Can I borrow ... that book?"
Luke took down 'The Key of Solomon' and looked for his next target.
Master Russell recommended several books, but none of them were to his liking.
His eyes kept wandering and finally stayed on a dusty ancient book.
"Hmm, that's the 'Book of the Vishanti', a collection of the best of white magic."
The old master hesitated.
"General Cavill, it doesn't belong to the entry-level. Only high-level masters could understand it."
Luke's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he gently said, "Then I'll take this one."
It's time to test Superman's talent for magic!
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The Book of the Vishanti.
It was also called 'The Encyclopedia of White Magic and Defense Magic'.
The cover had the seal left by the first Sorcerer Supreme Agamotto, which could transmit many attack spells and was a powerful magic weapon in itself.
It contained the world's most powerful known white magic and defense magic.
Each of the spells written down could only be used for defense, never for attacking others.
The reason for the existence of this magic book was to counter the Darkhold written by the ancient god Chthon -- every white magic and defensive magic could dissolve the black magic and lethal magic created by Chthon.
It was precisely because of this that the masters of the three sanctums were invincible in the face of Darkholders and sorcerers -- at the same level.
"General Cavill, it's good to be confident, but once you encounter a setback, you're likely to fall into a slump."
Master Russell was worried.
He had seen many geniuses who had gone unrecognized.
Most of the reasons for failure could be attributed to arrogance and conceit.
The temple of magic favors the humble ones with a reverent heart.
The original version of the Book of Vishanti was from the Trinity of Vishanti.
Later, through generations of great masters, new spells had been added to make the content even more profound.
Generally speaking, apprentice-level beginners in magic...
Not to mention studying spells, even reading them was a luxury.
This was equivalent to letting a junior high school student studying calculus and linear algebra vigorously. No matter how hard he worked, it was useless.
Magic knowledge and mathematics were similar in the sense that they were like science.
They don't lie, and they don't theorize. If you don't understand, then you don't understand. If you can't learn, then that's it.
Although it is said that people who have the drive can do anything.
But math problems are different!
If you can't do it, you never will!
And so was magic!
"I'd like to know the progress you make, General Cavill. If there is anything you don't understand, I can explain it to you."
With his hands behind his back, the old master walked slowly to Luke's quarters.
The other party chose to stay in Kamar Taj, saying that he would concentrate on practicing for some time.
And the search for Kang's whereabouts had been handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D
"General Cavill, did you get anything?"
Master Russell saw Luke sitting in the courtyard and smiled.
Considering taking care of Superman's self-esteem, he didn't directly ask how far he had learned.
It usually took anywhere from a few minutes to a few days to perceive the power of magic and accept their presence, using Kamar Taj's previous student's achievements as a reference.
It wasn't easy to break the old concepts and accept new things.
For example, Strange, whose hands were disabled, had to let the Sorcerer Supreme take him on a trip to dimensional space before abandoning his inner confusion.
Then, drawing on magic and learning to control, use and manipulate it was another threshold that would screen many people.
The sign of completing this step was the ability to infuse magic into the Sling Ring and open a portal.
So far, the best student at Kamar Taj had a record of 7 hours and 6 minutes.
No one had been able to break it!
As for the future Sorcerer Supreme, he was thrown to Mount Everest and almost froze to death before he learned this skill.
"I have a deeper understanding of the soul, the self, and magic."
Seeing the old master, Luke's frowning brows slowly spread out.
He seemed to be thinking about something and asked softly, "But one thing, I'm puzzled about."
"The power of magic in the modern world is rather meager, and in a metropolis like New York, it's almost non-existent."
"That's why masters sign contracts with dimensional demons to borrow power."
"Am I right?"
Master Russell nodded his head. It was precisely because of the decline of magic power that those ancient gods would leave and hide in other dimensional worlds.
"Is there a problem, General Cavill?"
The white-bearded old master asked smilingly.
"If you find it difficult to absorb the magic power, you can use the 'spell' in the Book of Vishanti to sign a contract with the Trinity of Vishanti."
"The cost of releasing white magic is much smaller. Generally speaking, there's no problem, as long as it's not consumed excessively."
Luke shook his head and rejected Master Russell's suggestion.
He didn't like being controlled by others, even if the Trinity of Vishanti had a good reputation and a hard enough background to be able to talk and laugh with the five gods.
But he had no intention of becoming a master. He just wanted to learn some extra knowledge and improve his understanding of this aspect.
And by the way, getting rid of the Sorcerer Supreme's possible peeking!
"I mean, without signing a contract with a dimension demon, it should be difficult to complete the process of casting spells."
The expression on Luke's face became a bit odd.
"This is especially true for the higher-level spells, which are even more impossible to perform."
"But why don't I feel anything?"
Master Russell was puzzled at first. Then he saw Superman pressing his hands into the void like a master.
Boom!
Space seemed to shake!
The red lines shining with magic sparks spread out instantly and formed rapidly, interwoven into a round shield covering the courtyard.
The Shield of Seraphim!
Defensive magic that only high-level masters could release!
Doctor Strange, Iron Man, and Spider-Man, together with a spaceship, fell to Titan and used this technique to save their lives.
"After reading 'The Key of Solomon,' I probably understand some of the basics."
Luke ignored the shocked look on the old master's face. He was a genius ordained by the Ancient One.
It was easy to throw out a few high-level spells without any problems.
Those profound knowledge crammed into his brain, not even waiting for himself to understand, would rapidly be digested.
"Long spells and obscure language aren't difficult to understand. It's just ..."
Luke paused and wondered, "Why do I hear the sound of someone speaking every time I cast a spell?"
Looking at the shining Shield of the Seraphim, Master Russell accepted that Superman was a Master of the Mystic Arts.
The shocked look in his eyes retracted with great difficulty.
When he heard Luke's question, his brain crashed!
"General Cavill ... When you cast spells, would you hear a voice?"
The old mage's throat rolled a few times, and with difficulty, he said, "Are you sure it's not hallucinations? When you meditate, do you find that many stars shine in the spiritual world?"
Luke frowned for a moment and nodded, "They seem to be."
He sat in the courtyard and went into meditation almost instantly.
Immediately afterward, the soul form, which was no different from the real body, broke free.
"This is ... the Astral projection?"
Master Russell felt numb.
In just two days, this Lieutenant General Superman had completed a 2-week or even 2-month progress of the students in Kamar Taj.
"Master, do you see these?"
The ethereal voice reached the old master's ears. He raised his head with a stiff face to see a huge star emerging in the form of a shadowy projection.
"Cyttorak ..."
"Chthon..."
"Dormammu..."
"Snake God Set ..."
"..."
Master Russell woodenly said the names of the ancient gods and multi-dimensional big shots.
How strong was Superman's talent to be able to attract their attention!?
'Could it be that ... Cavill was the next Sorcerer Supreme candidate?'
The old master looked at Luke with a sharp glint in his eyes.
'It must be so!'
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Being looked at by so many dimensional demons, really wasn't normal.
With Luke's amazing talent, Master Russell became even more sure of his guess.
This Superman was probably the successor chosen by the Ancient One!
This would explain why the other party had so many privileges.
Going in and out of the three sanctums so easily, flipping through the library at will, and setting foot in Kamar Taj ...
The word 'rules' didn't apply to Luke.
The high and mighty Sorcerer Supreme seemed to be treating him differently, making several exceptions and opening the door for him.
When he thought about it, this guy being the successor of the Ancient One was even more convincing.
"Is that, Master Russell, a good thing or a bad thing?"
Luke, who maintained his Astral form, looked at the many bodies projected.
He didn't know about the old master's crazy thoughts.
Although the Ancient One did say earlier that she might have made Luke a candidate for the Sorcerer Supreme if she didn't have a better choice in Doctor Strange.
To be the leader of Kamar Taj, the leader of the three sanctums.
In addition to their outstanding talent, they must also have the spirit to sacrifice for the world voluntarily.
This may be the only aspect where Superman was inferior to superheroes!
He wasn't the kind of good guy who had a sense of dedication!
Therefore, he wasn't a qualified candidate for a Sorcerer Supreme.
"It is hard for me to explain whether this is good or bad."
After half a minute, Master Russell finally calmed down.
The surprise Luke brought to him was like a promotional gift package that kept coming, one after another.
He thought that this Superman was just a slightly qualified but ordinary person.
Whoever thought that the dazzling light from the other party almost blinded the eyes of the old master.
That was the unique brilliance of a genius!
People couldn't directly look at him!
"Let me put it this way, General Cavill. The dimensional demons wouldn't lend their power for no reason."
Master Russell organized the words and slowly said, "For example, the Chthon who wrote the Chthon Scrolls wrote it on indestructible parchment. It calls to him and black magic."
"These parchments with the power of evil flowed into the present world and caused a storm of bloodshed!"
"Many black magicians and sorcerers are willing to sacrifice their lives for this secret book."
"Later, those strange parchments were revised into a book called 'Darkhold'."
"It is the source of all dark magic, and every master who gets it wouldn't be able to resist the temptation and can't help but want to study the powerful magic."
"As a price, they corroded and degraded, and their bodies would age rapidly."
"Finally, the dead souls flow into Chthon's hands and serve as nourishment for the dimensional world."
Luke frowned slightly, pondering.
It sounds like the dimensional demons were a bunch of capitalists who raised and cut down their own food.
First, they give some small profits to attract retail investors to enter.
When they were fattened up, they would be harvested from time to time. They would take the body and the soul away!
"So, the Darkhold is the 'bait' that Chthon threw out?"
Luke gazed at the huge projected stars, which emitted dazzling lights of different colors.
"That's right. The black one is Chthon's dimensional world."
Master Russell pointed to the dark star with dim light and spoke with a solemn face, "If you accept his call and choose to come closer, your soul will be drawn into it, lose its sense of self, and assimilate into it."
"And the rest of them? They all represent different dimensional demons?"
Luke glanced at the large red star, from which he felt a strong sense of oppression.
"That's Cyttorak."
The old master replied.
Luke's eyes flashed, indicating his understanding.
Cyttorak was a well-known 'shut in', who always liked to stay in his own Crimson Cosmos. He was one of the few-dimensional demons not interested in Earth.
"So, these demons have taken a liking to me?"
Luke reacted. The compulsive whispers during spell casting and the astral projections in the meditative state were a way for the dimensional demons to manifest their presence.
"It is so. General Cavill, your talent is extraordinary, and you qualify to become a legendary master."
Master Russell wasn't stingy with his praise and smiled, "Dimensional demons like to find qualified spokesmen in this world and lend them the power to carry out their errands."
"In the world of masters, there are always beautiful stories of getting to the top in one move."
"A nameless person accidentally finds a magic book or a treasure left by his predecessors, thus stepping on the road of becoming a legend -- generally speaking, the story ends here."
"Those listeners wouldn't know that after becoming legends, within a few years, the dimensional demons would make them pay a heavy price."
"Physical decay, self-annihilation ... This is the real end."
Luke raised an eyebrow. He could hear that the old master was warning him.
"Well, is there any way to block the dimensional demons ... gaze? To be honest, their presence has been causing me insomnia lately."
Superman asked.
He had no interest in becoming a legendary master.
Without the Eye of Agamotto, the Sorcerer Supreme versus Superman, it was probably a 50/50 match -- with the prerequisite that the Ancient One couldn't call someone!
The Trinity of Vishanti was equivalent to three ancient gods.
Unless Luke made another breakthrough, spanning two levels.
Promote a single entity to become a multiple entity.
Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to try to win in one against three battles.
"I'll go to the library later and get a copy of the relevant magic book."
Master Russell pondered for a moment and seriously said, " However, General Cavill, you must remain vigilant if you enter or leave the dimensional world in the future."
"Because you have attracted the attention of those dimensional demons, it is tantamount to being tagged."
"They ... may take a more aggressive approach."
'If you can't lure, you want to intimidate me?'
Luke's lips showed a hint of coldness.
He thought to himself, 'I have never been afraid of anyone when it came to a fight!'
Even if he encountered someone from the single universe or multiverse level.
Superman, who people only knew of as an existence in military strength, would suddenly burst into action.
According to the comic book example, Clark Kent was able to punch through the six-dimensional universe with an amazing display of power.
"Then let the demons come through."
Luke's Astral body returned to his flesh, opened his eyes, and spoke in a heavy tone.
Master Russell suddenly remembered that his opponent had nothing but incredible magical gifts.
He was a fierce man among fierce men. He could push an aircraft carrier with his bare hands and hammer down a building with his fists.
'No wonder Sorcerer Supreme was interested in General Cavill; as a master, one had to have an excellent physical body!'
The old mage's eyes lit up. He was even more convinced that this Superman was the Ancient One's chosen successor.
"By the way, Master Russell, I have a request."
Luke seemed to remember something and spoke in an odd tone, "Does Kamar Taj have any spells ... to prevent people from peeking?"
'Peeking?'
'What kind of master would have such a hobby?'
Mage Russell was a little confused.
"I'll ask the librarians to find out if they have any spells about this for you."
He said with uncertainty.
"General Cavill, do you need anything else?"
Luke shook his head.
He had already learned how to release his soul from his body and how to cast spells.
The next thing to do was to become a qualified high-level master in three days and graduate in five days!
After all, he couldn't stay in Kamar Taj for too long.
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The magic system of right now had gone through thousands of years of development and evolution.
From the ancient times of witchcraft books, rituals, and divination, to the white and black magic that gradually took shape, the whole complete and huge framework wasn't created overnight.
The first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, was the child born from the tear of Oshtur.
He had remarkable talent and had been a powerful legendary master since he was a minor.
In the barbaric times when magic was prevalent, Agamotto had used his iron staff to smash open the brains of countless demons. Even the lord of hell, Mephisto, wasn't spared.
At that time, the Earth did not need to face the threat of the Dark Dimension; Dormammu was just a little wizard with no name.
Agamotto's enemies, the god of the underworld Chthon, the serpent god Set ... were ancient gods.
Later, he gave the seat of the Sorcerer Supreme to the Ancient One and moved to the multi-dimensional world to reunite with his mother, Oshtur, to form the Trinity of Vishanti.
As for the expansion of the Temple of the Three, the signing of a treaty with Heaven and Hell to prohibit the descent of angels and demons, that was another legendary story of the Sorcerer Supreme.
In short, the history of the magic system was closely related to that of the Kamar Taj.
It can even be said that the Sorcerer Supreme had single-handedly erected this solid pillar of white magic!
"What a powerful pair of legendary mentor and disciple."
Luke closed the book. The cover was impressively titled 'New History of Magic.'
Yes, he was learning about the past origins of the magical world.
He didn't intend on learning much, but after several days of intensive courses, Lieutenant General Superman had become a qualified high-level master.
Getting started in 3 days and graduating in 5 days wasn't just talk.
Him, being said as a genius, had been turned into reality.
Of course, this wasn't a big boost to Luke's strength.
Because he did not sign a contract with the Vishanti, he could only cast some high-level white magic and defensive spells.
He couldn't use lethal spells like 'Avada Kedavra', or 'Finger of Death'.
'In contrast, Doctor Strange, who the Ancient One described as 'the best one among us', looked very lame. '
After Luke read the story of Agamotto and the Ancient One, two generations of Sorcerer Supremes.
Inexplicably, he felt that the neurosurgeon, who looked very much like Sherlock Holmes and Alan Turing, couldn't really embody the word 'best'.
Agamotto singled out the god of the underworld, Chthon, and beat up Mephisto.
The Ancient One beat Dormammu and beat Mephisto.
Well, that cunning Lord of Hell was really unlucky.
Luke couldn't help but shed a tear for Mephisto; he was really pitiful.
And Doctor Strange, the most notable achievement was probably his negotiation with Dormammu, and incidentally, letting Asgard's Loki free fall for half an hour.
'So, the reason why Strange didn't look like a Sorcerer Supreme at all was found. He didn't beat up Mephisto - which is probably the way to become the strongest master. '
Luke, whose mind diverged for a while. His soul returned to his physical body.
Recently, he had been addicted to the Astral projection experience.
This was an experience in which the body was asleep, and the soul continued to move.
Like feathering and floating, it made his body feel extraordinarily light.
Moreover, the soul was more sensitive to the surrounding natural elements.
It's like taking off your coat and running around naked -- Superman's wonderful metaphor.
'It's time to go back and deal with Kang the Conqueror. '
Luke opened his eyes. No one knew when the Ancient One would come back, and it was useless for him to stay in Kamar Taj.
'No one can find her at a critical moment. This is just how the Sorcerer Supreme is. '
If they could use Temple of the Three's 'Window to the Worlds' to monitor suspicious places 24 hours a day, they could always find traces of Kang the Conqueror.
Who knew that the Ancient One took the opportunity to take a vacation, and no one knew where she was!
'What is Malèna doing right now?'
Luke, who had enough rest, stretched out his right hand wearing a Sling Ring and casually drew a circle.
The beating magic sparks cut through space, revealing the opposite view, the balcony of the 46th floor of the Baxter Building.
Huh!
Luke, who was trying to surprise Malèna, found that two figures could be faintly seen through the semi-open balcony.
In addition to walking on flat-heeled shoes, she wore a floral dress with her long wavy hair behind her head.
There's someone else!
'I can't believe she's smiling so happily ...'
Luke narrowed his eyes, subconsciously thinking of certain drama plots.
His eyes passed through the curtains and the wall.
Finally seeing who the other person was!
'Oh, it's Carter. That's all right...'
Luke, with a serious face, instantly recovered his composure.
He walked through the portal at a leisurely pace and arrived outside the balcony.
The hustle and bustle of traffic in the streets of Manhattan poured into his ears.
Luke blocked out the noise on his own. Malèna and Carter's conversation rang out loud and clear.
"There's a re-screening of 'Roman Holiday' at the cinema today. Do you want to go see it together?"
Malèna was ironing her clothes, preferring to do it herself, even though she had a maid on staff.
"Do you like Audrey Hepburn movies too?"
Carter stood by with her arms across her chest.
"Of course, I am a big fan of hers."
Malèna put down the iron and cheerfully said, "Luke attended a party before. There were a lot of Hollywood stars attending. I also met Hepburn, and she's a little more playful than in the movies."
"Is that so? I rarely attend such occasions."
Carter mentioned that she prefers Hitchcock's films, such as 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' and 'Suspicion' type.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that."
Malèna seemed to realize something and suddenly smiled apologetically.
"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Malèna. I didn't mean that."
The distracted Carter was suddenly a little unsure of what she should say.
She didn't have any jealous thoughts. To be honest, the female agent didn't even know how to position the relationship between herself and Luke.
"I don't mind Luke taking you out in public. Compared with a female subordinate, a Sicilian lover is more suitable as a companion."
Carter quickly explained.
"And for a while, I was annoyed by the rumors that were circulating in S.H.I.E.L.D..."
"In this era, there's always prejudice against women. Some people think I only got to the Commander's position because I slept with Luke."
Malèna smiled softly, with a motherly glow on her face.
She was several years older than Carter and looked like the older sister next door. She gently hugged the other party's shoulder.
"The beautiful face that God has given you can sometimes be a source of misconceptions."
Malèna said reassuringly. She understood this quite well.
"Luke said that labeling people is a stupid thing to do."
"Peggy, you've proven yourself to be a great professional to those men."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly eased down as if overflowing with a faint smell of flowers.
Luke, standing on the balcony, was stunned. 'Isn't this a bit too fast?'
Malèna actually captured the cold and attractive female agent with just a few kind words?
'I want to get involved too. '
Luke watched the two women snuggling up to each other, and his heart was stirring.
It's time to unlock more positions and open the new version of the relationship!
'It's just ... it's very difficult to execute. '
Luke's footsteps suddenly stopped.
According to Carter's strong character, combined with a narrow outlook -- in this point, Malèna was much better.
After all, the latter was born in passionate Italy and still had an adventurous side in her heart.
For example, the last time they were at the restaurant, Carter would have never done that.
"Multiplayer-sports..."
Luke's eyes lit up when he remembered that the Ancient One was on a business trip, and he had found some tantric yoga books from Kamar Taj's library.
He silently spread his hand, and a bottle of perfume appeared in his palm.
'Poison Ivy's Phenomenon Perfume,' a disposable item.
Its effect was to increase one's attractiveness to the opposite sex.
The side note said the effect was better between people of the same sex.
'Another fulfilling day. '
Luke looked up at the clear sky with an upright expression on his face.
He wasn't motivated by inner lust but simply by a desire to free his mind from its chains and experience a higher realm.
In tantric yoga, it's said that only by leaving behind complicated desires could we reach great harmony in life!
After filling himself with a series of unrealistic ideas, Luke pushed open the balcony window and strode in.
The warm sunlight outside, which cast itself into the room, was broken into fragmented shapes.
Not long after, there was the sound of clothes brushing against each other inside.
The three figures that intertwined with each other looked like a hazy oil painting, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
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After a full night of sensual pleasure.
All that was left behind was a variety of clothes tossed all over the floor and the lingering scent of ecstasy in the room.
'It was a mistake, almost making me useless. '
Luke scratched his head and thought with annoyance.
Poison Ivy's Pheromone Perfume was really too effective.
It's just that he somewhat ignored the note.
The effect was better between people of the same sex!
Therefore, Luke could almost only watch the 2-hour show and couldn't join the battle much.
Facts proved that if two women had feelings for each other, they would completely forget that there was a man in the room.
He was a master of unparalleled skill but unexpectedly didn't get the chance to prove it.
"Hmm. Can I take the day off, Director?"
Carter asked, with her eyes half-open, embraced Malèna, who was still wandering in a sweet dream. Her voice was extraordinarily charming.
Compared with her usual cold temperament, she was like a different person.
Was this the beauty of developing a new version of the relationship?
"Granted."
Luke took a glance at Malèna and Carter, who were intertwined, and lamented, "Multiplayer-sport is really time-consuming. Morning came before we knew it."
The energetic Lieutenant General extinguished his desire for another battle.
He wasn't a heartless pile driver who only cared about his own pleasure.
'It's time to check S.H.I.E.L.D's work and see if there are any clues about Kang the Conqueror. '
Luke thought silently and left the messy bedroom.
He spent a little time washing and then ordered a hearty breakfast through room service.
Pancakes with syrup, bacon, and eggs, toast with jam.
'It tastes pretty good. '
During the few days he stayed at Kamar Taj, he was served three bland meals a day, which made Luke, who was used to the decadent life of capitalism, a bit uncomfortable.
'I have to keep my original intentions, don't be fooled by sugar-coated bullets. '
After eating a three-person breakfast on his own, Luke finally filled up his empty stomach.
Sex was still a physical workout.
'Has S.H.I.E.L.D. started the SSS program?'
At the corner of the Lieutenant General's eye, he caught a glimpse of several documents placed on the desk in the study. Carter must have purposefully sent them over for him.
Clearly, Luke wasn't a competent Director.
He threw most of his work to Carter and devoted his energy and time to other things.
Nevertheless, the general framework of S.H.I.E.L.D, as well as the future development plan, were formulated by this 'unprofessional' Superman alone.
The SSS plan was one of them!
The predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Brotherhood of the Shield, which gathered many famous people in history, had researched immortality elixirs.
In front of the scale of time, the length of human life was indeed very small, like a single molecule of water in the ocean.
So, Isaac Newton -- yes, that encyclopedic 'all-rounder'-could be ranked among the top ten great geniuses in human history.
He was a member of the Brotherhood of the Shield.
To renew the life of the great prophet Nostradamus, Newton used his wisdom to crack the code of life and developed the real immortal elixir.
It kept Nostradamus alive for centuries, but the side effect was dementia to his brain.
The Brotherhood of the Shield was a great bunch of people who prided themselves on their brilliant minds, genius ideas, and amazing capabilities.
After learning that they were at risk of becoming senile or getting dementia, they would naturally stop using the so-called immortal elixir.
Therefore, the Brotherhood of the Shield destroyed the first batch of finished elixirs.
This shocking secret that could have caused an uproar was concealed if it had been known to the world.
It's just that times had changed, and history had changed.
Although the elixir was gone, the formula was preserved.
It was called the 'Infinity Formula'.
At the beginning of S.H.I.E.L.D., a group of scientists was recruited as the driving force of the research team.
Apart from Howard, Trask, and Dr. Zola, these were some of the top people who significantly increased scientific power.
There was another person who came under Luke's radar, and his name was Berthold Sternberg.
The other party wasn't a famous scientist but a pure scholar.
Professor Sternberg discovered the incomplete 'Infinity Formula' from Hydra's large number of documents and perfected it.
This was the origin of the SSS Project.
Luke, as Superman, didn't have to worry about whether his life would reach the end too soon.
But Malèna and Carter were both ordinary people.
For future consideration, anti-aging agents that could prolong life should definitely be on the agenda.
'Sure enough, as long as the investment is guaranteed and the general direction is correct, any research project would be extremely efficient. '
Luke smiled at the corners of his mouth and flipped through the data.
The anti-aging agent perfected by Professor Sternberg wasn't as potent as Sir Isaac Newton's original version.
The first-generation elixir allowed Nostradamus to live for over ten centuries; saying it was the 'Elixir of Life' wasn't an exaggeration.
Of course, while the effect was good, the side effects were also great.
The famous prophet and astrologer had since become senile and only occasionally regained lucidity.
In layman's terms, it means life 100, IQ -99!
'Has it entered the human clinical trial stage? '
Luke quickly scanned the contents of the data.
Professor Sternberg's anti-aging agent could only dramatically reduce the rate of human aging, not make the user immortal.
It needed regular injections, and once it stopped, they would age rapidly.
It was at least better than dementia and direct intelligence reduction.
"Barely passable."
Luke said regretfully.
If he got the complete 'Infinity Formula', he might reverse engineer the immortal elixir.
Unfortunately, the Brotherhood of the Shield had long since disappeared, and he didn't know on what timeline they would show up again.
Those ruthless people were the real bosses who could trap Celestials to death.
Their daily task was to travel through time and space to solve all kinds of big crises and big events.
"It's him ..."
Luke was a little surprised to see one of the participants in the SSS Project.
A rather young black soldier appeared on one of the participant's profile documents.
His name, 'Nicholas Joseph Fury'.
His resume stated that he served in World War II and later joined the CIA, where he was currently serving as a unit leader for field agents.
The military's assessment of this man was that he had excellent command, combat skills and was an excellent intelligence agent.
"He ended up in my hands."
Luke shook his head and chuckled.
When he established S.H.I.E.L.D., he had thought of looking for Nick Fury, the future candidate for Director.
It's just that, with his own intervention, this braised egg-head might not be able to work as he did on the original timeline.
Superman had changed Captain America's past and interfered with Howard Stark's destiny, which was enough to set off a chain reaction.
Although the bastard always carried a belly full of intrigue, with countless secrets in his head, never fully trusting anyone.
But there was one thing that had to be acknowledged, he was indeed an excellent agent.
Because of his paranoid character, Fury was less likely to trust the federal government.
His moral bottom line was similar to Luke's, ensuring that he could maintain his reasoning at all times, with the greater good in mind.
When necessary, he could make the hard choices.
Of course, the most important point was that Superman would be happy to train a candidate for a future Director personally.
With the gradual expansion of S.H.I.E.L.D, Carter's capacity was limited, and she couldn't handle all the work.
This was when a chess piece was needed!
Nick Fury was undoubtedly a good choice.
'Good. '
Luke closed the profile and said, "It's time to meet, Director Fury."
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Many years later, when Nick Fury was alone, he always thought of this afternoon.
His first meeting with the legendary Superman, the first Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Although the specific content of the conversation had long been forgotten.
But Fury still remembered his uneasy mood at that time and was even more excited than being a veteran of World War II and receiving an interview with the President.
If people say that Captain America was the worthiest idol in the eyes of every child in the 1960s.
Then Superman was probably the hero in the eyes of all the veterans -- although most people only judge from appearance.
'Hello, sir... No, should I call him General or Lieutenant General?'
In the summer of 1946, Nick Fury walked into S.H.I.E.L.D's building while practicing how to greet him later.
He was the leader of the CIA's field operative team, specializing in collecting foreign government-related intelligence and sabotaging domestic spies.
"Hello, I have an appointment with Lieutenant General Luke Cavill."
Fury, a little unaccustomed to his high-end suit, scratched his neck and spoke to the beautiful young receptionist.
Out of professional habit, he looked around secretly.
Compared with the CIA headquarters in Washington, D.C., near the Lincoln Memorial, only a few other employees were here.
S.H.I.E.L.D looked good. It occupied a huge office building, and everyone wore standardized uniforms; even the receptionist was much prettier than theirs.
'No wonder the guys all want to move here. '
Fury thought silently.
He heard that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s casualty compensation was three times more than that of the CIA.
Everyone preferred the better terms and conditions and a comfortable working environment.
Even FBI and CIA agents and operatives, there was no exception.
Many people think that the salary level of intelligence workers should be very high.
Actually, it's not.
'I wonder if S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are earning three times as much as the CIA. '
This thought flashed through Fury's head.
For example, there were nineteen levels of positions in the FBI, with the D4 level being the highest and the A1 level being the lowest.
In general, the total salary of a D4 for one year was around $120,000 to $130,000.
The average annual salary for a newly hired A1 was only $40,000, similar to that of a rookie NYPD officer.
After taking out the necessary subsidies and overtime and deducting the 26% federal, state, and local taxes, the actual amount they could get was probably even less.
The same was true for the CIA, even for agents who were active overseas all year-round.
In addition to the funds allocated for operations, the real annual salary was only $70,000 to $80,000, which wasn't as good as the Wall Street bloodsuckers.
As bottom-of-the-barrel agents, the most generous sum of money they could receive in their lifetime was probably the severance pay after they died on duty.
Not every agent, like James Bond, wore a hand-made high-class suit, suave, enjoying cars and drinks, and having an enviable life of global travel.
That was more of a dramatized imagination that had been embellished and romanticized.
"Mr. Nick Fury. This is your access card. Please take the elevator and go up to ..."
After checking the information, the receptionist handed an electronic access card to Fury.
"The Director is in a meeting. You may have to wait a few minutes."
Fury nodded, took the access card, and turned to the elevator.
He didn't know why Superman wanted to see himself. He was just suddenly informed that a meeting was scheduled for this afternoon.
At first, Fury got the letter in his mailbox and thought he'd come across a new form of fraud.
He read in the newspaper that some professional scammers would send many people letters like 'congratulations on winning the first prize' or 'rich woman seeking a child for a lot of money'.
Taking advantage of people's nature of wanting to get rich quickly, to receive the reward, or to be chosen by the rich woman, they must first send money.
Those reasons were so bizarre that it was almost immediately obvious that it was a scam.
If they could cast a wide enough net, they could always catch a foolish fish.
Many people that had fallen for the scam got angry and reported it to the police.
Especially those who were looking forward to spending the night with a rich woman. After finding out that the so-called 'rich woman' was actually a stingy man, their hearts were damaged twice.
So, the vigilant Nick Fury originally wanted to assist the police department in Virginia by making a report to break up the scammer's group.
However, after opening the letter, he saw the red stamp of S.H.I.E.L.D. on it, with the address and contact information.
With a dubious and cautious attitude, Fury made a phone call and got a definite answer from the secretary.
Superman wanted to meet him?!
It turned out to be true!
Fury was confused at that time.
How did he, a nobody, get the attention of that Lieutenant General, the war hero?!
'Is it because of the SSS Program?'
Fury walked into the elevator, a little puzzled.
He was one of the hundreds of soldiers recruited for the anti-aging drug test by the military.
The purpose was simple, to earn extra income.
Generally speaking, some retired veterans or recruits in the military were willing to try those experiments that required volunteers, as long as the risks weren't very high.
If they could earn a lot of money easily, who wouldn't want to?
Of course, if they were unlucky enough to meet a conniving official, they might have to be a guinea pig for free.
Corruption and dishonesty were everywhere, and it's just a fact of life.
'As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., how could a Lieutenant General waste his time meeting with every soldier participating in the test ...?'
Fury shook his head and denied this guess.
He stepped out of the elevator with trepidation, walked through a curved corridor with two doors, and was guided by a female secretary into the Director's office.
"Please wait a moment."
The female secretary had a sweet smile on her face.
"Okay."
Nick Fury sat upright, watching the graceful back, disappearing in the doorway.
The secretaries, beside big shots, always looked beautiful.
The bored Fury thought so.
A few minutes later.
The office door was pushed open.
A cheerful smiling voice entered the room earlier than the figure.
"Hello, Sergeant Fury."
Seeing the legendary Superman, Nick Fury quickly got up.
His first reaction was that he was too young.
Although Superman was often featured in newspaper headlines, the feeling was undoubtedly a little stronger when he saw him in person.
"Sergeant Nicholas Joseph Fury, 1st Battalion, 5th Cavalry Regiment of the Army, reporting, General."
Hearing Luke addressing him with his Military designation, not as a CIA agent, Fury subconsciously gave a military salute.
A loud voice echoed through the office.
"Sit down, don't be too formal."
The corners of Luke's mouth smiled; seeing the future braised egg-headed Director, now looking like a novice rookie, was quite amusing.
"Sergeant Fury, I've read your file."
"You served with commendable dedication during World War II and currently lead a field team in the CIA."
"Not long ago, you captured a few spies. Even General Vandenberg has heard of you."
Hoyt Vandenberg, a Lieutenant General in the Air Force, was the current CIA Director.
Speaking of which, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI weren't very cooperative, and the latter's Director Hoover was repeatedly humiliated by Luke in public.
However, their relationship with the CIA was good, and it was almost a friendly alliance that helped each other.
"Lieutenant General Cavill, you're praising me too much."
The young Fury grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
He was modest, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.
This was a compliment from Superman!
"Sergeant Fury, have you ever considered joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Luke leaned forward and tapped his fingers on the table.
"I welcome talents here... like you."
There was an obvious shock on Fury's face.
'Is he recruiting ... me?'
"I'm with the CIA ..."
Fury, who was still young, scratched his head and hesitated.
"It's okay. General Vandenberg doesn't mind you moving to S.H.I.E.L.D. He's even planning a farewell party for you."
Luke stopped tapping his fingers and whispered, "We usually have two weekends off here. The extra overtime fee is calculated by the hour. The pension is three times higher than that of the CIA, and disability insurance is also attached. You can get a single apartment in New York after five years of service."
"By the way, if you go to Las Vegas for a relaxing vacation and mention that you're a staff member of S.H.I.E.L.D., you can stay in a hotel and enjoy the luxury suites, play in the casino and use the private rooms for VIP customers."
"Director Cavill, when can I go through the entry formalities?"
After listening, Fury nodded in agreement.
He originally wanted to show his attachment to the CIA, but S.H.I.E.L.D. had offered so much. He didn't even need to think about it.
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Nick Fury didn't know why Superman wanted to recruit him, but this didn't prevent him from agreeing.
Two weekends, triple pensions, single apartment in New York, luxury suites in Las Vegas, and VIP customer treatment in casinos ...
These were all benefits that the CIA couldn't give.
If those colleagues knew it, they would certainly rush to S.H.I.E.L.D to apply for a position, even as a temporary worker.
An agent couldn't live off feelings and attachments. In the face of a higher salary and better conditions, everyone would know what to choose.
The young Fury was no exception, although he had some inner doubts.
'What does General Cavill see in me?'
This was what made Fury, who had left the office, feel puzzled.
As a nobody in the CIA, he didn't have an impressive resume.
He led the capture of several Soviet spies, which was the largest and most meritorious mission Fury had ever participated in since joining the Intelligence Division.
Compared with the legendary agents who carried out various dangerous missions in the CIA, Fury was nothing.
Lieutenant General Cavill's compliment just now was more of a polite remark than a real one.
The only person who could talk to the CIA on an equal footing was perhaps Director Vandenberg, who also held the rank of Lieutenant General.
If S.H.I.E.L.D wanted to recruit him, it only needed to send a letter or give notice.
There was no need for Lieutenant General Cavill to come out in person. This was really abnormal.
'What strengths do I have that I don't know about and that Lieutenant General Cavill had discovered?'
With this question, Fury walked into the elevator. He would go through the formalities tomorrow, sign an employment agreement, and become a glorious agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
'I'm sure I'll have to invite my CIA colleagues to dinner tonight.'
This was a necessary procedure.
Fury was already looking forward to the envious looks on the guys' faces when they found out he got triple their pension -- well, it didn't mean that anyone really wanted the money right away.
'Grandpa always warned me to remain kind but still be vigilant at all times. '
The elevator descended all the way down. Fury returned to the hall and looked up at the shining silver eagle emblem.
As a black man who suffered from discrimination, he didn't believe that there was such a thing as unwarranted goodwill in the world where everything was profit-driven.
In the young Fury's view, even if Luke chose to recruit himself because he was 'interested' in him, it was more convincing than mere admiration.
Of course, the above were totally groundless assumptions.
Who didn't know that Luke had a gorgeous Italian lover and was very close to Miss Carter, the Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D?
Also, according to gossip from unknown sources, even the representative of the mutants, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, actually had an improper affair with him.
So, how could Lieutenant General Cavill, who had such a reputation for being a womanizer, be interested in Fury?
Even if there was 'interest', it was Superman's comrade, Captain America -- Steve Rogers was more dangerous.
'A new life is about to begin. '
The young Fury shrugged off these questions and reached out to stop a cab.
He was ready for a bright future. With such a promotion and salary increase, he was on his way to the peak of life.
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"You think highly of this new agent? It's rare to see you waste your valuable time on a random nobody."
Luke stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms on his chest, watching Nick Fury leave.
The voice of an acquaintance came from behind him. It was Howard who was full of enthusiasm.
"I want to nurture a competent helper. With the expansion of S.H.I.E.L.D., Carter's workload is getting heavier and heavier. A large organization shouldn't rely on her alone."
Luke turned around. After a few days of recuperation, Howard looked much more refreshed and had probably recovered from the female vampire's crazy exploits.
"How have you been? Getting along well with that Soviet scientist?"
Howard bristled at the mention of scientific research. He did not hide the arrogance of a genius he had.
"I can only say that Anton Vanko is a good assistant. At least he keeps up with me and doesn't look like a chimpanzee after I finish talking about my design ideas and specific plans."
Look, this bitter sarcasm, mean-spirited comments, and obvious Stark family-style...
"Howard, I have a hunch. Sooner or later, you will be beaten to death because of your mouth."
Luke's mouth twitched. He finally understood why Trask and Dr. Zola didn't want to talk with Howard.
During their regular breaks, the two men, who were also top scientists, preferred to order a meal and return to the office to enjoy it alone rather than face the constant chatter from Iron Man's father.
There's no way around it. This guy could always destroy other people's appetite and good mood quickly and effectively.
"Don't think that I'm still like how I was in the past."
Howard made an innocent look and seriously said, " People who know me know that I'm actually courteous and easy-going, easy to talk to."
"How's the progress with the power armor?"
Luke smiled and changed the subject.
"It will take some time before it could be put into use, especially in regards to materials. I'm still waiting for your surprise package."
Howard had a copy of the information in his hand and tossed it onto the table.
"By the way, I have been looking for you several times before. Carter said that you went to ... Kathmandu and planned to take a trip to purify your soul. What's going on?"
"As Peggy said, I did go to Kathmandu."
Luke readily admitted it; there was no need to hide it.
"Not only that, I got an extra harvest."
Snap!
He snapped his fingers.
A cluster of fire ignited at the tip of his finger.
Afterward, the faint light was drawn into an arc.
Like a living thing, it changed its appearance.
It was like a wonderful show that dazzled the eyes.
"I am now a high-level master who graduated successfully and is recognized by Kamar Taj."
Luke raised the corners of his mouth and whispered.
'Master?'
Howard was frozen for a few seconds, and with unprecedented respect, he sincerely said, "Master, I would like to learn this!"
A strong desire to learn, and a burning flame of curiosity, instantly took over his heart.
After seeing vampires and werewolves, Howard was very calm about the existence of magic in this world.
"You'll have to wait a while. The Principal of the Master's Training School has been away on business recently."
Luke shrugged his shoulders, having expected Howard's reaction.
Obviously, science and women couldn't satisfy Iron Man's father. This guy needed something more exciting.
Learning magic was a good option.
By the way, Iron Man seems to have been a Sorcerer Supreme -- in some other future timeline.
"Back to business, what happened to the matter I asked you to investigate before?"
Luke cleared his throat and straightened up.
He looked around with super vision, without missing a single detail.
His super hearing enveloped the room, not letting go of a single abnormality.
He didn't continue to speak until he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his office, "I didn't tell Carter about spying on the President and the White House. I only told you."
"I haven't found anything wrong for the time being."
Howard touched his mustache, and half-jokingly said, "If word gets out that S.H.I.E.L.D. is secretly listening to the White House Oval Office, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar, and you might not be able to step away from it."
Luke grimaced, what's so strange about this?
About 20 years from now, a President would be forced to resign because of similar incidents.
"Why do you suspect the President? He has so many Secret Service agents and bodyguards on his person. How could there be a problem?"
Howard asked, puzzled.
"In addition to my sensitive instincts, I found a few clues -- about the White House."
Luke pulled open the right-hand drawer and threw a few blurry photos, along with a report, at Howard.
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"This is Mr... John Stillman?"
Howard, who spent a lot of time in the Pentagon and occasionally attended White House parties, recognized the man in the photo right away.
The other party was the right-hand man beside the President, John Stillman, who was the chief of staff of the White House.
The seat he held was known as the 'Second President' and the 'Gatekeeper of the White House', and he was arguably one of the politicians closest to the center of power in Washington, DC.
"Who is the other guy? And a man -- is there a problem with Stillman's sexual orientation? That's big news!"
Howard was always gifted with the ability to think of everything with the lower half of his body.
"But in politics, it shouldn't be much. As far as I know, Hoover from the FBI is bisexual."
"Luke, you know, those powerful people, who call themselves high-class, are actually very dirty."
"Please don't take yourself out of the picture when you're using mean words to satirize them."
Glancing at Howard, who was losing focus, Luke got up and walked over to the liquor cabinet and took out one of the high-end whiskeys that came from the Stark residence.
"As the boss of Stark Industries, an arms tycoon with a deep background ... Howard, don't forget, you're also a member of the upper class that's full of dirty people."
"And, in a way, you're still the centerpiece!"
Clink, clink, clink!
The ice cubes hit the wall of the glass and made a crisp sound.
The amber liquid was poured into the glass, rippling out in a circle.
"Would you like a drink?"
Luke asked, turning his head.
"Entertaining me with my own things, you're a real businessman! No wonder the budget committee gets a headache when they see you!"
Howard's mouth was unforgiving, but his body was honest. He reached out and took the glass of whisky.
"Then again, what made you pay attention to Stillman?"
Iron Man's father had some doubts. In his impression, Superman wasn't interested in politics, especially politicians who 'play' politics.
Otherwise, before, when the President revealed his intention of pulling him in, he wouldn't have had to refuse so quickly.
Luke took a sip of the cold liquid, his eyes flashed, and whispered, "According to the theory of six degrees of separation, the distance between you and any stranger you want to contact is no more than six people."
"That is, you can theoretically meet every stranger in the world through at most six mediators."
Howard narrowed his eyes and pouted, "It sounds like nonsense, but it's really interesting. It's a logical trap because no one knows who the six strangers are, and it lacks the conditions to specify the target, so it can go around by force."
He raised his chin and commented.
"Howard, why can't you ever stay focused?"
Luke shook his head helplessly, pointed his finger at another man in the photo, and said, "I just wanted to say that if you want to find out a person's true identity and political stance, you can start from his social circle, who he knows and who he is closely related to, which to some extent represents his class and position."
"On the surface, John Stillman is the President's confidant, the Gatekeeper of the White House, and the privileged number two in Washington. But he met a vampire privately, and the two spent a lot of time together."
"A vampire?"
Howard's voice rose a few degrees.
He was very impressed with this.
"Yes. According to the investigation from S.H.I.E.L.D., the person who met with Stillman was called Gitano."
Luke pushed the data on the desk and meaningfully said, "The pure-blood descendant of Dracula. He is also one of the rulers of the vampire council in North America."
"It may sound unbelievable, but those nocturnal creatures who walk in the darkness and are afraid to look into the sunlight have a similar social system and power structure as humans."
"The Vampire Council is probably the equivalent of the White House Cabinet, with great power and the ability to mobilize the family's resources at any time."
"The White House's Chief of Staff is colluding with the Vampire Council ...?"
It seemed that Howard was able to discover a little bit of meaning to it.
"I heard you say that vampires boast of being a long-lived race, and that humans are probably just a fleeting part of a long life in their eyes."
"So, Stillman wants to live longer?"
When he thought about it, the most tempting chip that vampires would have for humans was legendary immortality.
Anyone who feared death hoped that the cruel passage of time could be merciful to them.
"Not entirely true. Vampires also age, but much slower than human beings, far from achieving complete immortality."
Luke corrected Howard's misconception and then continued, "As for Stillman's private contact with the Vampire Council, I thought it was an exchange of interests at first, just like you."
"But with the in-depth investigation by the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I found that it wasn't that simple."
Having said that, Luke paused, looked at Howard, who was aroused by interest, smiled, and asked, "Have you ever heard of the Familiar Clan?"
"Some kind of underground group that worships vampires?"
Howard thought for a few seconds. He thought about the literal meaning and gave the correct answer.
"This is true of the former. Human beings are very complex creatures, and sometimes they need a specific image as spiritual support."
Luke raised his glass, stared at the amber liquid, and faintly said, "The emptier you are, the more you need spiritual support -- but this is within the normal scope of faith, which is a matter of personal freedom, and there's nothing wrong with it."
"When it comes to worship, that's another matter."
"In this world, people worship money, worship the phallus, and the most common form is worshiping idols -- there are all kinds."
"People like to attach a strong desire, or need, to something specific."
"The Familiar Clan are a group of people who seek immortality, agelessness, youthful bodies, and vibrant vitality... Later, they slowly developed into vampire worshippers who want to become vampires and even consider themselves slaves of vampires and humans as inferior creatures."
"Oh, short-sighted sad people."
Howard's face showed contempt.
With his knowledge and pride, he naturally despised these people.
To be more precise, he thought that because their hearts weren't strong enough, they gave up thinking for themselves and gave this power to others -- they could all be classified as fools.
Of course--
Except for personal faith, which wasn't about worship.
Howard himself wasn't a devout Christian.
"I didn't realize that Stillman was a familiar and secretly worshipped vampire. He graduated from Duke University's law department. I thought that studying law should've made him more rational than normal people."
"Before I met you, I thought MIT geniuses were probably the kind of nerds who couldn't get close to women, and I thought scientists were always serious and rigid."
Luke's rebuttal left Howard speechless.
He tried a hundred times to be mean and poisonous, but it didn't seem to have any effect in front of the other party.
"Stillman began contacting the Vampire Council after I left Washington. Before that, he didn't show the slightest sign of abnormality."
Luke turned to Vampire Council Gitano's information, which was relatively simple and not at all as detailed as the White House's Chief of Staff, John -Stillman.
From this point, they could see that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents might be enough to deal with ordinary people.
But they weren't enough to deal with vampires.
"In fact, it's not just Stillman. From the information, I have on hand and from the results of the investigation, it appears that perhaps a third of the members of Congress are either familiars or have close ties to them."
Luke stated a shocking fact.
This was the upper level of the pyramid of power in the country, which was almost completely infiltrated by vampires.
Aware of the seriousness, Howard finally withdrew his cynical and frivolous expression.
"The vampires in North America seem to be developing better than those in Europe."
He took a sip of whisky and expressed his doubts.
"The two sides are different. The pure-blood descendants of Dracula have more unity. They are closely connected with human society, while the situation in Europe is rather chaotic."
Luke gave a brief introduction.
"In addition, the New York Sanctum hasn't done much to combat the darkness, which has given the Vampire Council a chance to linger on."
Over the years, the penetration of pureblood descendants into business and politics had been significant.
At its peak, half of the top executives of the major financial institutions on Wall Street were familiars.
That's why the Wall Street elites were called 'bloodsuckers'.
There was nothing wrong with interpreting it that way.
"Howard, remember Kang the Conqueror I mentioned before?"
Closing the documents in his hand, a sharp light swept through Luke's eyes.
Howard, sitting opposite, frowned and asked, "The guy who can travel through time and space, posing as historical figures everywhere?"
"That's right. At first, I thought that if Kang wanted to choose a leader with high status and power, he would probably focus on the Soviet Union."
Luke tapped his finger on the side of his glass and whispered, "If he does so, and turns himself into that guy in the Kremlin, even if he wants to start World War III, it might not be difficult for him."
"But, after I returned to New York and Washington, D.C., I saw the Chief of Staff colluding with the Vampire Council and seeing the reclusive President ... I couldn't help but come up with another thought."
"What if Kang wasn't in the Soviet Union, but -- in the White House?"
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