Ch: 41-50
Chapter 41 – mystic bracers!
"Linn, has the New York Sanctum collapsed?"
Daniel Drumm's face was grave.
In everyone's mind, they were still back at the last meeting, jointly interrogating Linn.
The New York Sanctum had only four guardians.
How could that possibly hold back Hela, the Goddess of Death?
"Linn, you're unfit to be Sanctum Master. You should step aside and hand the position to Daniel Drumm."
Baron Mordo seized the opportunity, certain the New York Sanctum had fallen.
Fortunately, the Hong Kong Sanctum and the London Sanctum were intact; as long as the New York Sanctum was repaired quickly, the magic barrier could be maintained.
"I saw through you long ago—just a flashy Little Kalamity."
Kaecilius's tone was cold.
He'd entered the order less than a month ago, yet had become Sanctum Master, while Hell Lords and Demon Lords were ancient schemers.
With Linn's experience, how could he occupy the seat of master?
"Linn, speak up—what exactly is the situation?"
Old Wang wore a deadpan face, but his kind heart gave Linn a way out.
"Who said the New York Sanctum collapsed? Did I say that?"
"Bunch of idiots, full of yourselves. The New York Sanctum is perfectly intact; I drove Hela back. You call everyone Little Kalamity—maybe you're the real Little Kalamity!"
Linn curled his lips and went straight for the throat, mocking them mercilessly.
The masters of the Mystic Arts present froze.
Though they ground their teeth and clenched fists until veins bulged, no one dared raise their voice.
A Mystic Gate opened slowly.
It led to the New York Sanctum—perfectly unharmed, without a single scratch. Within, figures exuded powerful auras; each was formidable.
"When did… Linn, you recruit demigods?"
Baron Mordo was stunned, shock written across his face.
Sif, Ares, and Valkyrie were true demigods!
Even if they didn't know their exact identities, their spiritual senses couldn't be fooled.
"Now I believe you, Linn."
Old Wang gazed at him in admiration.
With these demigods assisting, driving Hela back was entirely possible.
Yet the London and Hong Kong Sanctums had suffered heavy losses—widespread casualties—and during the Nine Stars Alignment the Ghost Realm would overlap!
Wave after wave of dimensional invasions, each stronger than the last; the consequences were unthinkable.
"That's easy."
"I've invented a scientific ninja tool that channels magic crystals to grant spell-casting ability to ordinary people. I came here to spread this technology."
Linn smiled.
Light flashed in his palm, revealing a bracer that looked neither gold nor metal, its surface etched with mysterious patterns.
He had long grasped the principles of scientific ninja tools and inscribed many Arcane Arts runes within. As long as the magic crystal was replaced periodically, the Arts could be used without backlash!
[a-rank opportunity mission: bring a technological revolution to Kamar-Taj and receive an item blind box.]
"A technological revolution?"
"Exactly what I want."
Linn's lips curved.
He handed the scientific ninja tool to Old Wang, who examined the mystic bracer and clicked his tongue in wonder—he had never seen such a device!
Slipping it onto his right wrist, he instantly felt Arcane magic flood his body. With a casual rub of his palms, a ring of light appeared.
Rings of Raggadorr!
"Incredible! My own mana hasn't decreased—this mystic bracer really lets a mortal cast spells!"
Old Wang's eyes sparkled.
He quickly noticed several runes on the bracer, arranged in two rows, faintly linked to the Arts he knew.
The rune for Rings of Raggadorr was a simple ring of light.
He pressed another rune, and a sudden gale erupted, turning into a tornado that nearly blew Baron Mordo away.
"Winds of Watoomb?"
"Linn, how many Arts did you inscribe in this bracer?"
"And how many times can it be used?"
Old Wang brimmed with excitement.
If every Mystic Arts practitioner were equipped with mystic bracers, their combat power would double!
"About seven or eight Arts. The bracer also has storage space; one magic crystal lasts a full 24 hours."
"There's even an auxiliary Holy Light Art that resists curses, exorcises demons, and heals injuries."
Linn counted on his fingers.
With intermediate Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements and his Arcane knowledge, upgrading a scientific ninja tool into a mystic bracer was effortless.
The key!
Promoting the bracers in Kamar-Taj would still be difficult.
Baron Mordo's family was essentially a crafting dynasty; his invention would cut into their interests.
But a mere Mordo? Linn couldn't care less.
A Little Kalamity destined to betray the order—why give him face?
"Linn! Where did you obtain such an evil device, letting mortals wield the Mystic Arts? Do you know what disaster this could cause? Do you think all mortals are good people?"
"On the contrary!"
"Once mortals gain power, they release the demons inside them. I will never use the device you brought!"
Baron Mordo berated him harshly.
His high-sounding words masked self-interest: his family had crafted artifacts for generations, yet beside the mystic bracer their tools seemed like stone-age relics—primitive and obsolete.
How could he allow the bracer to spread?
Yet while Mordo cared about profit, other Mystic Arts practitioners cared only about the bracer!
After all, it was a tool to boost strength—who would mind becoming stronger?
"Linn, how many mystic bracers do you have? The Hong Kong Sanctum needs them."
Old Wang was serious.
If every Guardian Sorcerer wore a mystic bracer, even if a Demon Lord wove a Ghost Realm they wouldn't be helpless.
"I can craft them, but I need spirit-infused wood to inscribe the runes."
"Bring me the wood and I'll sell at cost—one hundred gold coins per bracer."
Linn ignored Mordo and opened negotiations on the spot.
In the magical World, hard currency isn't U.S. dollars.
It's gold coins.
Only gold retains its value.
"A hundred gold coins? Really?"
Kaecilius gasped.
Not because the price was high—but because it was too low!
A hundred gold coins could barely buy five mana potions, gone once drunk.
Yet the mystic bracer was no consumable!
Once bought, you kept it for life—what was the catch?
"I see…"
Baron Mordo's eyes narrowed.
Sell the bracers cheap, sell the magic crystals dear.
The bracers required magic crystals to function.
And only Linn could craft those crystals—an Art personally taught by Master Grantham.
"Clever."
"mystic bracer: one hundred gold coins. magic crystal: one hundred gold coins per piece."
"Of course, spirit materials earn you a discount."
Linn smiled.
Across the room, nearly every Mystic Arts practitioner—except Baron Mordo—stared wide-eyed.
Their gazes locked onto the mystic bracer.
They dared not look away for a second!
After all, Old Wang had already approved: casting became simple and brutal, multiple Arts integrated into one bracer—pure genius!
"What is this?"
A gentle, Zen-like female voice sounded.
The Ancient One, returned from Hell, regarded the mystic bracer with interest; she already knew of the Demon Lords' incursion.
Seeing bodies covered with white cloth, her eyes flashed with pity—yet death is part of battle.
"It's a mystic bracer, master."
"A scientific ninja tool I developed to grant mortals magical power. If spread through Kamar-Taj, we need not fear Demon Lords."
Linn adopted a respectful tone.
He handed another bracer to the Ancient One.
"Linn, your crafting skill reminds me of Ancestor Agamotto. Yet where he sought raw power, you focus on lowering the threshold."
"The advent of the mystic bracer reduces the barrier to spell-casting."
"A truly great achievement."
The Ancient One praised him, admiration in her eyes.
Chapter 42 – Acting Sorcerer Supreme!
Refinement skill rivaling Ancestor Agamotto?
Every Master of the Mystic Arts present froze at the Ancient One's verdict, great waves rising in their hearts.
The way they looked at Linn now carried a distinct difference.
A mix of wariness and envy.
After all, the advent of the mystic bracer had truly lowered the threshold for magical tools and realized arcane equality!
Everyone stood to gain.
Even Baron Mordo was no exception, and another thought sprouted in him; a calculating glint flashed across his dark face—he needed to obtain a mystic bracer and then copy it!
Yet the Ancient One's next move tore at his heart and filled him with pain.
"Linn, I must guard Earth's ley lines. During this time you will act as Sorcerer Supreme; the eye of agamotto should be of help."
The Ancient One unfastened the eye of agamotto, smiled, and offered it to Linn.
Linn's eyes widened in surprise.
Acting Sorcerer Supreme?
The Sorcerer Supreme could even be deputized!
Joy, however, outweighed responsibility; he accepted the eye of agamotto, drew in the artifact's spirituality, and instantly awakened the Rabbit Talisman.
His pupils shifted into an octagon, taking on the form of a mystic rune stone with a small rabbit motif.
Rabbit Talisman!
It embodied the power of super-speed—nimble, agile.
Paired with the rooster talisman it equaled supreme flight!
And the opportunity mission he had accepted hadn't required becoming Sorcerer Supreme—only obtaining the eye of agamotto.
"Speed force…"
"My thinking, my information-processing ability, have all been enhanced."
"Even my artifact-refining skill has grown exponentially; mass-producing magical tools is now child's play."
Linn thrilled inwardly.
Speed.
It affected the whole body—movement, brain, thought, spirit, awareness, reflexes.
And with mid-tier Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements he could already craft in a second; mass production merely needed materials.
"Becoming Acting Sorcerer Supreme means all of Kamar-Taj's reserves are at my disposal. It's the Ancient One's hint to fabricate mystic bracers."
"Even to craft more artifacts to strengthen Kamar-Taj."
Linn grasped her intent at once.
Yet the topic the Ancient One raised also seeded worry in him.
The cosmic spectacle of the Nine Stars Alignment, seen once in ten thousand years, would shift the ley lines; she had to guard them personally.
That showed how grave the matter was—should the magic barrier fail, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Every Hell Lord would surely march on Earth!
"Linn, display your refining talent. Though you are only Acting Sorcerer Supreme, who says you can't be made permanent?"
The Ancient One's eyes held profound meaning.
In terms of arcane talent alone, Linn was Doctor Strange's equal.
But Linn knew The Way of Artifact Refining and had gained the ancestor's approval; there was no argument. Even if she wished to give Doctor Strange special treatment, Ancestor Agamotto would object.
So she appointed Linn Acting Sorcerer Supreme to further test his gifts and character.
To see if he was fit to lead Kamar-Taj!
"Venerable One, I will devote one-hundred percent of my effort to the mission you entrust."
Linn nodded firmly.
Sorcerer Supreme is both glory and burden.
The greater the power, the greater the authority, the greater the responsibility!
Otherwise, what right has one to hold the title?
Yet he felt no pressure—only hunger to show what he could do!
"The first-generation mystic bracer integrates seven or eight incantations; when I upgrade it, it will gain still more abilities."
"I could even fold the sling ring's function into it, or make the bracer and ring a matched set."
Linn's imagination ignited, inspiration erupting.
The mystic bracer was like a smartphone, lowering casting thresholds—but mana remained an issue.
The sling ring carried mana; if the two could interface, perpetual motion would be possible!
Of course, he kept the idea to himself; technical hurdles remained, and he needed to push Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements to high grade!
That required only 1,000 opportunity.
"Then upgrade!"
Linn's eyes blazed.
At once a crisp system voice sounded.
A text window popped up.
[Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements] (High): You grasp the true essence of refining, turning the mundane into the miraculous; your ingenuity is unmatched—you are the Saint Ancestor of Craftsmen.
"Saint Ancestor of Craftsmen? Am I Lu Ban?"
"Feels fantastic."
Linn beamed.
More knowledge on crafting, mechanisms, handiwork, and object control flooded his mind.
He absorbed it all in an instant; anything related to refining—see it, learn it; learn it, master it!
He could even reproduce Village Chief Ma's Training Furnace in no time, given the right materials.
A moment ago he'd still felt proud of the mystic bracer; now his face showed only disdain.
It was a toy!
"Linn, I'm counting on you during this time."
The Ancient One patted his shoulder, full of expectation—directly shattering Mordo.
As senior disciple, Mordo had long seen the Sorcerer Supreme title as his for the taking!
"Venerable One, Linn already serves as Sanctum Master; can he really handle being Acting Sorcerer Supreme as well?"
"I believe we should choose someone else. The post should fall to the most popular, most senior master."
Baron Mordo's eyes glinted meaningfully.
Who among those present was more popular or senior than Baron Mordo?
If he couldn't be Sorcerer Supreme, then Acting Sorcerer Supreme was his by right!
"Mordo, your task is to assist Linn. I trust you understand."
"Which matters more—your own desires, or Kamar-Taj?"
The Ancient One's words were heavy.
She clearly saw his vast greed!
"This disciple acts for Kamar-Taj."
Baron Mordo lowered his head, feigning honesty while cloaked in sly self-righteousness.
"The hell you do."
"Small skill, big mouth."
"Think being senior disciple makes you special? With or without you, Kamar-Taj is still Kamar-Taj!"
"And… seeing the Acting Sorcerer Supreme, why do you not bow? Dissatisfied?"
Linn's face was cold.
He released an invisible draconic might that swept through the hall.
Every Master of the Mystic Arts present felt their soul choke, hands trembling.
"Hail… Acting Sorcerer Supreme."
Baron Mordo choked back fury.
"Hail the Venerable."
Old Wang, Daniel Drumm, and Kaecilius also bowed.
[s-rank opportunity mission: Instruct Kamar-Taj and receive the book of the vishanti.]
"book of the vishanti?"
"Nice item—but instructing Kamar-Taj? Sounds like they want to make me permanent."
Linn pondered, a smile curling his lips.
With the eye of agamotto already on his chest, the Ancient One would have a hard time taking it back!
"Linn, I must go."
"When I return I will review your teaching results—do not disappoint me."
The Ancient One waved.
She stepped into a Mystic Gate and headed for Earth's ley lines.
The ley lines do not lie under the crust but at the core, forming a secret realm also called the Heart-of-Earth Secret Realm.
Kamar-Taj, however, simply calls it the ley-line space.
"Now that I am Acting Sorcerer Supreme, I will contribute. The mystic bracers I produce will be issued to the Three Sanctums."
"You need only sign a contract to use a bracer free of charge."
"Yes, that's right."
"The mystic bracer will become standard issue for every Mystic Arts practitioner, alongside the sling ring."
Linn declared without hesitation.
This was the moment to win hearts!
At his announcement the mystic practitioners erupted in gratitude.
Chapter 43: Everyone in the Sect is Like a Dragon!
Kamar-Taj's power structure is also a pyramid model, with the Sorcerer Supreme at the top.
The middle layer consists of masters of the Mystic Arts and retired masters.
However, the grassroots Mystic Arts practitioners are the most numerous, and their skill levels vary widely.
The strong are strong, and the weak are weak!
Therefore, grassroots practitioners are practically desperate for the mystic bracer.
Originally, the grassroots practitioners couldn't afford the price of one hundred Gold Coins, but since Linn became the Acting Venerable, the mystic bracer is now free!
How could they not wholeheartedly praise and support him?
Even if they voted with their feet, they must ensure Linn remains firmly in the Top Seat so they can hold the mystic bracer for free long-term!
However, a few apprentices, being clever, immediately asked.
"Venerable, signing a contract? What does that mean?"
"Does it mean we have to pawn our souls?"
Linn found this Mystic Apprentice familiar, and upon closer inspection, realized it was Hunter, whom he had personally dismissed.
Hunter had met Mephisto.
Having clearly learned his lesson, he was extremely wary of soul Contracts.
"It's a Standard Contract: as long as you remain in Kamar-Taj, you can use the mystic bracer, but if you leave Kamar-Taj, you must return it."
"As long as you sign this contract, you can receive the magic crystal without paying a price."
"Furthermore, as the mystic bracer's version upgrades, you can trade in the old one for a new one."
Linn's voice was loud and his explanation straightforward.
This made the Mystic Apprentices look excited.
"The mystic bracer's version can be upgraded? With more functions and more Spells?"
"Is that true?"
Hunter looked thrilled.
Previously, he had harbored a trace of resentment because Linn had expelled him, but now that resentment was gone, replaced only by gratitude!
Because this mystic bracer was enough to greatly increase his magic Power, he didn't need to pawn his soul to Mephisto at all.
Moreover, the fact that joining Kamar-Taj grants a mystic bracer will attract other reclusive Wild Practitioners, leaving Mephisto's contracts ignored.
After all, a soul Contract requires pawning one's soul.
Mephisto is skilled at Word Games, and if one isn't careful, they will become Mephisto's plaything.
But the mystic bracer has no such hidden danger!
"It's true."
"Since I have become the Acting Venerable, I should benefit the Disciples. All for one, and one for all."
"I will usher in a Golden Age where Everyone is Like a Dragon, and those who obstruct me are heretics and traitors!"
"Who agrees and who objects?"
Linn's gaze swept across the crowd.
His bright, sharp eyes, like razor blades, made Baron Mordo feel guilty.
"Agreed!"
"Long live the Venerable!"
Hunter started the cheer.
The grassroots practitioners were celebrating, but the masters of the Mystic Arts frowned, feeling that something was amiss.
After the assembly dispersed.
Baron Mordo paid a visit, found Kaecilius, and stated the seriousness of the problem.
"Kaecilius, the mystic bracer is good, but it has caused the value of masters of the Mystic Arts to plummet. Who will respect us now? Hard Cultivation is worth less than a single bracer. How can you feel comfortable with that?"
Baron Mordo's eyes were gloomy.
He also spoke Kaecilius's true feelings.
"Indeed, I cultivated painstakingly in Kamar-Taj for a year just to master various Arcane Arts, but one mystic bracer has made Cultivation worthless."
"I believe this... is absolutely not a good thing."
Kaecilius looked sinister, and recently, he had been secretly accessing the book of cagliostro to study the secrets of the Dark Dimension.
This also brought him negative effects.
His thinking became extremely radical!
"Therefore, I think this approach is more appropriate..."
Baron Mordo whispered to him.
This made Kaecilius's eyes flash with sharp light.
[a-rank opportunity mission: Dismantle the Evil Arrogance Society's conspiracy to obtain 1000 opportunity.]
A line of Text Bubble appeared.
Linn paused, frowning.
The Evil Arrogance Society?
Why did it feel somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange?
However, this conspiracy must be targeting him!
Otherwise, the System wouldn't need to give him a mission.
"Wait, I think I remember now. The Evil Arrogance Society is a Secret Organization that worships a Deity named Prehistoric Giant and secretly holds Sacrificial Rituals. But how does that relate to me?"
Linn looked thoughtful.
But the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. Since it came, he would meet the challenge.
The Evil Arrogance Society, The Hand, the Devil Cult.
Sooner or later, he would Settle the Score! He would wipe them out one by one!
"Master Hamir, this is Kamar-Taj's Warehouse? Why is it so shabby?"
Linn looked around.
He had come to the Kamar-Taj Warehouse. It stored many Spiritual Objects, including wood and Mithril, but the quantity was very small, inconsistent with his expectations.
"Because... the Mystic Families control the Secret Realm Resources, and Kamar-Taj can only purchase them, but the prices are steep."
"Venerable, I haven't embezzled anything."
Master Hamir looked embarrassed, wearing a pair of Reading Glasses, dressed like a Daoist Priest, with his left hand severed at the wrist. He was the former Sanctum Master and now the Warehouse Manager.
All expenditures and income were recorded.
After Linn received the records and glanced through them, he discovered the root of the problem.
"Kamar-Taj actually has no Pillar Industry?"
"Relying entirely on the Sorcerer Supreme Treasure Hunting for Working Capital? How the hell is that supposed to work?"
Linn was dumbfounded.
It turned out that the Ancient One often went out traveling, not for vacation, but for Treasure Hunting!
Only by finding Treasure could she obtain Working Capital to purchase Spiritual Objects and Consumables.
But what kind of situation was this?
"It seems... The Way of Artifact Refining must become the Pillar Industry. mystic bracers will be produced and sold internally, while other inexpensive magic artifacts will be sold to various Civilizations."
"I believe Asgard, Olympus, Talo, Sakaar..."
"Will all patronize us."
Linn made his decision.
He must reorganize Kamar-Taj, greatly promote The Way of Artifact Refining, and use Good Currency Drives Out Bad Currency, forcing the Mystic Families out of business. What they took from him, they must spit back out!
After all, he would eventually drop the "Acting" title and officially become the Sorcerer Supreme. As the Spokesperson for Kamar-Taj, he must seek benefits for the Sect.
"Could the Evil Arrogance Society's conspiracy be related to this matter?"
"Has the existence of the mystic bracer already alarmed the Demons?"
Linn's eyes suddenly lit up.
The advent of the mystic bracer is an Immeasurable Merit for Kamar-Taj.
Even if Linn resigned as Sorcerer Supreme, the mystic bracer would be passed down.
For the Demon Lords, the mystic bracer grants Magical Equality. Who would still be willing to pawn their soul?
It cut into Mephisto's Cake!
It even cut into the Cake of all Demon Kings!
"That's right, Venerable. There's a company in Midgard called Wizard Tech. They ostensibly manufacture Home Appliances, but they actually develop magic artifacts. They will likely raise objections."
Master Hamir gently reminded him.
The situation was not optimistic.
The origins of Wizard Tech can be traced back to the Middle Ages, founded by Morgan Le Fay. Although Morgan Le Fay vanished without a trace, Wizard Tech remains!
"Morgan Le Fay?"
Linn raised an eyebrow.
He had heard that name. She was reputed to be the greatest Witch in Earth's history, and she was also the Disciple of the Wizard Merlin!
It is said that the first owner of the darkhold was Morgan Le Fay!
[s-rank opportunity mission: Tame Morgan Le Fay to obtain the norn holy stone.]
"Tame... does that mean the same as taming the cloak of levitation?"
"Make Morgan Le Fay serve me?"
Linn blinked.
Well, that would be a Technical Challenge!
Crucially, he was Totally Clueless about where Morgan Le Fay was.
The primary task now was not to cause trouble, but to use Kamar-Taj's Spiritual Objects to manufacture more mystic bracers.
And he immediately started working.
The Levitation Power lifted the Spiritual Objects, and his hands moved as fast as lightning, leaving Afterimages in the air.
Master Hamir nearly dropped his jaw.
[You have brought about a Technological Revolution and obtained an item blind box.]
Before long.
Linn manufactured a hundred mystic bracers and created over a thousand magic crystals, enough for Kamar-Taj to use for quite some time.
"The Rabbit talisman and Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements are simply GOATs!"
Chapter 44 – Odin's Show of Force
Linn stood at the front of the platform.
Watching the apprentices inside the hall collect their mystic bracers one by one, the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
He had imbued the bracers with a spell that could read soul data and form a binding effect; if anyone outside the apprentice order tried to use one, the bracer would self-destruct.
It was a solid defense against industrial espionage.
After all, the Evil Arrogance Society and the Techno-Wizards had come for the mystic bracers.
He had to guard against them.
Moreover, with his technological revolution, the atmosphere inside Kamar-Taj had changed; the Arcane Arts were no longer lofty, and apprentices could now rival Masters.
Especially the commoners led by Hunter—each had received a mystic bracer, and once they put them on, they could feel mana surging, letting them cast many secret arts.
"Your Eminence, Kamar-Taj is blessed to have you."
"From now on we will absolutely follow your leadership!"
Hunter declared without hesitation.
All the common-born students and late-start Mystic Arts practitioners nodded hard in agreement.
After all, without status or background, how many monkey years would it take to become a Master through personal study alone?
But with a mystic bracer on the wrist, one became a Master of the Mystic Arts in an instant.
"Remember, never go out alone—better to move in groups."
"A common man is guiltless, but a jade in his hand becomes his crime."
"These bracers are worth a fortune."
Linn cautioned earnestly.
Any information-savvy hidden clan would want to get hold of a mystic bracer.
Even Demon Lords and their proxies would want to destroy them.
Because the bracers badly damaged their interests.
All conflict, at its core, is a fight over interests.
What others gain, you lose.
Yet Linn possessed the twelve talismans for infinite mana, plus four Infinity Stones—Time, Mind, Space, Power.
Even he was startled: when had he quietly gathered four of them?
[SS-Rank Opportunity Mission: forge the Infinity Gauntlet to unlock the Pig Talisman.]
"..."
"I have to craft the Infinity Gauntlet just to light up the Pig Talisman?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Linn looked gloomy.
To forge the Gauntlet he first needed all six Infinity Stones; the glove itself wasn't a big deal—he commanded The Way of Artifact Refining, on par with the forefather of craftsmen.
But the Aether Particle had yet to reawaken, and the Soul Stone sat on Vormir, demanding a soul for a soul.
Was he supposed to sacrifice Wanda?
"No way—then who would have my kids?"
he muttered inwardly.
He had no immediate answer, but the Aether Particle had to be obtained; it concerned the monkey talisman—the power of transformation.
That force would apply to every secret art, adding endless possibilities: only imagination set the limit.
Even the twelve talismans themselves were totems; they could be fused into the mystic bracers. If he enchanted a bracer with the monkey talisman, it would become ever-changing.
A gleam flashed in Linn's eyes.
His mind brimmed with ideas, but material shortages kept them on the shelf for now.
"Time to return to the New York Sanctum."
He gave his final orders.
Then he slashed open a Mystic Gate and stepped back to 177A Bleecker Street.
There Sif greeted him with a smile.
"Linn, Heimdall relays that His Majesty Odin wishes to receive you personally."
"You need materials? Asgard has no shortage!"
Sif's face shone with anticipation.
Odin never granted audiences to mortals, so this chance meant Linn had done something great.
"Almost forgot..."
"I chose to repel Hela and earn an audience with Odin."
"Perfect—Asgard's resources are exactly what I need, and I can introduce the mystic bracers there as well."
Linn nodded.
He glanced at the others; though they lacked bracers, he had crafted other magic artifacts and bestowed them on these demigods.
Wanda wore a magic cloak that aided her control of Chaos Magic.
Pietro sported boots that let him run over any terrain.
Ares gripped a double-headed axe whose blades were forged of Uru, seamless and gleaming coldly.
Valkyrie held a shield that could stop a missile strike.
Carter Slade carried enough ammunition to be a walking arsenal—one man equal to an army.
"Linn, you're going to Asgard?"
"And... is that the eye of agamotto on your chest?"
"Isn't that the Sorcerer Supreme's relic?"
Carter's eyes sharpened.
Only the Sorcerer Supreme was worthy of the Eye; did this mean Linn had already claimed the title?
In that case, he had truly latched onto a mighty thigh.
When he first met Linn he'd thought him just Little Kalamity, yet in days the man had become Sorcerer Supreme.
From now on, wouldn't he have to address him as "Your Eminence"?
"Sorcerer Supreme?"
"An equal to Odin?"
"Linn, you never cease to amaze me."
Valkyrie's eyes fluttered.
The Sorcerer Supreme stood on the same tier as Odin.
Before, Odin receiving Linn meant receiving a mortal; now it required genuine courtesy.
"Just acting—nothing worth mentioning."
"Let's head out."
"Thor and I are brothers; I hope his trials on Sakaar haven't made him forget the way home."
Linn waved a hand.
Then Sif and Valkyrie accompanied him toward Asgard.
Through the Mystic Gate they stepped into a resplendent, heaven-like city bathed in holy sunlight.
Heimdall, clad in golden armor, stood on the Bifrost Bridge leaning on his sword, smiling at Linn's arrival.
Then his expression froze.
It wasn't because of Valkyrie.
"The eye of agamotto... Linn, when did you become Sorcerer Supreme?"
"Why has Asgard received no word?"
Heimdall was stunned.
Odin meeting a mortal wouldn't shake the Nine Realms, but receiving the Sorcerer Supreme would send tremors through every world.
Kamar-Taj and Asgard were like two parallel lines—fine while they kept to themselves—but once they allied, who wouldn't fear?
It was like the East and West suddenly holding a summit; even idle chatter would be seen as conspiracy.
People always assume the worst in others.
"Just acting—no need to worry, Heimdall."
"Has Thor returned from Sakaar?"
Linn smiled.
A peal of thunder crashed.
CRACK-CRACK!
At the far end, a burly figure wielding a god hammer, hair now cropped short, made a textbook hero landing, dropping in mid-air.
"Linn! I became the champion gladiator on Sakaar, beat countless tough guys—look at my new haircut, isn't it handsome?"
Thor showed off unabashedly.
He didn't even notice the eye of agamotto on Linn's chest.
"Impressive, impressive."
Linn laughed along.
He and Thor went way back through many dangers—brothers, of course he'd cheer him on.
"Come on, Linn!"
"Father's been waiting!"
"I heard the Goddess of Death Hela wove a Ghost Realm and invaded the New York Sanctum?"
"Tell me—what's she like? Does she have three heads and six arms, or is she ugly as sin?"
Thor chatted while leading the way.
Valkyrie's eyes turned nostalgic; this place of her birth and upbringing seemed barely changed.
The Golden Palace.
Forged like solid gold, its pillars reached the heavens, the dome painted with flowing colors.
Asgardian Guards in armor stood rigidly on both sides.
Upon the throne.
A broad, white-bearded elder, right eye covered by gold, sat like a coiled dragon, Eternal Spear in hand.
An aura of long command and disdain for all things radiated, inspiring awe.
Yet Linn's expression didn't flicker.
"Your Majesty Odin."
Sif and Valkyrie bowed slightly in respect.
"You see me—why do you not kneel?"
"Linn!"
"Do not think that because you are Thor's friend you may scorn my majesty. Even if you restored the Bifrost Bridge and drove back my rebellious daughter Hela, you cannot strut before me!"
Odin's imperial fury flared.
All Asgard shook.
As overlord of the Nine Realms, King of the Gods, and master of the Heavenly Palace, he had the right to speak those words.
Chapter 45: The ancient winter coffin!
Odin's single eye flashed with brilliance, and energy ripples overflowed from his entire body.
It almost shook the spatial curtain.
Causing the Asgardian Guards and Asgardians to tremble.
It was as if day had turned into night, with rolling dark clouds pressing down. The wrath of the King of the Gods was something ordinary people could not withstand.
Linn's expression remained calm; he still chose not to bow, instead unleashing a burst of magic to contend with the King of the Gods!
The energy ripples collided with each other.
Causing the floor tiles to shatter, cracks to spread, and the pillars to tremble.
This further fueled Odin's rage.
How dare he display magic on his own territory?
"Linn... disrespecting the King of the Gods, do you know what price you must pay?"
Odin stood up, grasping the Eternal Spear. A cold light flashed in his single eye, and the veins on the back of his hand pulsed.
"Your Majesty, Linn is no ordinary person, but the Acting Sorcerer Supreme."
Sif's beautiful eyes showed nervousness as she quickly clarified.
Instantly.
Odin withdrew his divine power, focused his gaze, and looked at Linn's chest.
He saw the eye of agamotto, shimmering with strange colors—the symbol of the Sorcerer Supreme, representing dominion over Kamar-Taj!
"Acting Sorcerer Supreme?"
"The Sorcerer Supreme can have an acting replacement?"
Odin's eye showed surprise.
However, he also understood why Linn chose not to bow, because the Sorcerer Supreme is exempt from bowing to gods!
This was the honor Agamotto earned for Kamar-Taj.
Before this, he had thought Linn was merely the master of the New York Sanctum, roughly equivalent in status to Thor, but in the blink of an eye, he had become the Acting Sorcerer Supreme!
What exactly happened?
"Lord Odin, you should really change your temper. Calling Hela a rebellious daughter and trying to intimidate me the moment we meet..."
"Asgard's way of hospitality is truly unreasonable."
Linn's expression was composed, neither servile nor overbearing.
Since he had become the Acting Sorcerer Supreme, he had to bring glory to Kamar-Taj.
Furthermore, he was not weaker than the King of the Gods; the combination of the horse and dog talismans meant immortality!
Even if Odin wielded Gungnir, he might not be able to harm him!
"Venerable Lin En, you have already met Hela?"
"You should understand how dangerous Hela is, given her bloodthirsty nature and her control over the authority of death."
"The cosmic spectacle of the Nine Stars Alignment will also cause turmoil in the Nine Realms, and this is why I invited you."
Odin's attitude softened.
He clearly regarded Linn as being on the same level; respecting the clothing before respecting the person—even in Asgard, this custom could not be avoided.
After all, the Sorcerer Supreme, who governs Kamar-Taj, is considered the spokesperson for Midgard.
If he angered the Sorcerer Supreme and incurred Agamotto's hostility, he would be in deep trouble!
The current Agamotto has already ascended to godhood, forming the Trinity of Gods—The Eternal Vishanti—alongside the Goddess of Light Oshtur and the ancient Hoggoth!
This is equivalent to Celestial Supreme Arishem in the domain of magic.
Who could possibly withstand that?
However, the cosmic spectacle of the Nine Stars Alignment is a once-in-ten-thousand-years event, and all manner of ghosts and monsters will take this opportunity to cause trouble.
He believed Linn understood the gravity of the situation.
[s-rank opportunity mission: Successfully forming an alliance between Kamar-Taj and Asgard will grant you the ancient winter coffin.]
"Form an alliance? The ancient winter coffin?"
Linn's eyes lit up.
He finally understood Odin's intention—it was for cooperation, not confrontation!
Naturally, he wouldn't miss this opportunity.
After all, the ancient winter coffin is also a divine artifact. Laufey, the King of the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, once used the ancient winter coffin to trigger an ice age on Earth.
The power of the ancient winter coffin is comparable to that of the Infinity Stones.
It is said to seal the 'fimbulwinter' of the Giant Progenitor, Ymir.
It possesses the fury of a thousand deadly winters.
And when used by a Frost Giant, its power will be even greater!
However, he is not a Frost Giant, but Laufey's son, Loki, is at the New York Sanctum.
If he cultivates Loki and helps him become king, he will be able to command the Frost Giants to oppose the Hell Demon King Council!
In short, this deal is guaranteed to be profitable!
"Lord Odin, in order to deal with the Nine Stars Alignment, I have a proposal: to form an alliance. Kamar-Taj and Asgard already share a connection."
"Thor and I are like brothers, and we will both take over the major mission of protecting the Nine Realms in the future. This will definitely be beneficial without any harm."
Linn spoke first.
Upon hearing this, Odin's eye flashed brilliantly.
Because this was also his idea, but the Ancient One rarely came to Asgard, and Linn, as the Acting Sorcerer Supreme, had proactively suggested forming an alliance!
It was exactly what he wanted.
The key was... he had long predicted that an inevitable defeat would erupt in Asgard, a war named Ragnarok!
If Asgard was reduced to nothing, where would the Asgardians go?
To pave the way for Thor, he decided to swallow his pride and ensure the alliance was formed!
After the destruction of Asgard, the entire nation would relocate to Kamar-Taj and settle down in that hidden sect.
"Venerable Lin En, what you said is absolutely correct."
"Kamar-Taj and Asgard should cooperate and exchange resources. The artifact refining materials you need are readily available in Asgard."
"Furthermore, you may not know this, but Agamotto created the Arcane Arts by referencing Rune Magic."
"And I will give you an opportunity to meditate and gain insight beneath the World Tree."
"Perhaps you will also grasp the essence of the Universe."
Odin smiled.
He was calculating against Linn, and Linn was calculating too!
"Lord Odin, I will certainly go to the World Tree, but I am also very curious about the ancient winter coffin and hope to study it."
"Perhaps I can create ice magic artifacts."
"Allowing the Asgardians to fear no severe cold."
Linn's voice was clear.
But this made Odin frown.
"The ancient winter coffin? Ice magic artifacts?"
"Do you know that this is the Frost Giants' clan-protecting divine artifact? It's fine while it remains in the Heavenly Palace, as the Frost Giants dare not move, but if you take the ancient winter coffin away, it's tantamount to asking for trouble."
"The Frost Giants will come looking for you!"
Odin's tone held a warning.
Although Laufey, the King of Giants, is dead, the Frost Giants are certainly not to be trifled with. Legend says the Son of Ymir has appeared and is consolidating all the Frost Giants.
"Son of Ymir?"
Linn raised an eyebrow.
[s-rank opportunity mission: Defeat the Son of Ymir to receive 5000 opportunity points.]
"5000 opportunity points?"
"Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight only provided 1000 opportunity points; this Son of Ymir seems to be just as strong, if not stronger."
Linn's pupils contracted slightly.
However, since the opportunity system gave a prompt, he must acquire the ancient winter coffin, and it will definitely trigger subsequent benefits!
"Lord Odin, are you underestimating the Sorcerer Supreme? Even if I am acting, this is still a form of recognition."
"An alliance must show sincerity. I previously repaired the Bifrost Bridge and successfully stopped Hela. Even if I don't get credit, I put in the effort."
Linn's tone was playful.
The implication was clear: If you don't agree to my terms, Hela absolutely will!
Admiration flashed in Odin's single eye.
"The Ancient One appointing you as Acting Sorcerer Supreme truly shows discerning judgment. Guards, bring the ancient winter coffin."
"Since Venerable Lin En needs it, I have no objection."
Odin waved his hand.
Immediately, the Asgardian Guards went to the Treasury, returned shortly, and presented a treasure box cradled in their hands.
It was the size of a large cardboard box, equipped with handles on both sides, its surface covered in mysterious patterns, surging with icy aura. An ordinary person would freeze upon touching it!
In less than a second, the Asgardian Guards felt their bodies turn ice cold.
Linn wiggled his fingertip, and the Levitation Power poured out, forming an invisible large hand that grabbed the ancient winter coffin.
"Indeed, it is comparable to the Infinity Stones."
A strange look appeared in Linn's eyes.
[You have successfully formed the alliance and obtained the ancient winter coffin.]
A line of text popped up.
However, the price of the gift bestowed by fate was already clearly marked.
The Frost Giants would soon act!
"Since the oath has been fulfilled, I shall take my leave."
Linn smiled.
But a hint of amusement rose on Odin's face, and he said, "Wait!"
Chapter 46: Odin Bestows a Marriage?!
"Please speak, Lord Odin."
Linn's expression grew slightly serious.
He had thought Odin was about to go back on his word, but what Odin said was like a sudden clap of thunder, making his head ring.
"Venerable Linn, you and Sif have an excellent relationship, and I have seen what Sif is thinking. I am willing to bestow a marriage upon you!"
"Sif, as the most outstanding female warrior, is more than a match for you, the Acting Sorcerer Supreme!"
"May I ask what you think?"
Odin's words were shocking, yet his gaze was kind.
In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a matchmaker, wanting to set up Linn and Sif, bestow a marriage, and hold a ceremony in Asgard so that the entire Nine Realms would know of this grand event. It would also further the alliance—killing several birds with one stone!
"Bestow a marriage?"
"Me and Sif?"
Linn's expression stiffened, and he was instantly dumbfounded.
He hadn't expected at all that this old fox Odin had this in mind!
Undoubtedly, this was a political marriage. Even if he signed a covenant with Asgard, covenants could be voided, but if he and Sif became husband and wife, he would become a son-in-law of Asgard.
Then he would have no choice but to seek benefits for the Heavenly Palace!
He looked at Sif beside him; she was clearly surprised as well, but in a blink, her cheeks turned crimson. She shyly toyed with the corner of her clothes and actually didn't refuse!
"Sif, it seems you are very much looking forward to your marriage with Venerable Linn. Then I shall decide it with a word: the ceremony will be held the day after tomorrow!"
Odin stroked his beard and smiled.
If Sif agreed, what reason did Linn have to disagree?
Was it that Sif was ugly?
He believed that no man would refuse a woman who possessed both beauty and strength to be his wife!
"Lord Odin, I think you've grown too accustomed to being a father. You can arrange a betrothal for Thor, but I am not Thor."
Linn shook his head.
Instantly.
Sif's face went blank, then turned to disappointment and daze, feeling a hint of shame and anger.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Odin's eyes.
Meanwhile, Thor scratched his head. How did this involve him?
"What does this have to do with me?"
Thor had a look of simple-minded confusion.
However, he secretly gave a thumbs up. He was in love with Jane Foster, and since his heart already belonged to someone, he wouldn't go looking for trouble elsewhere.
"Too accustomed to being a father? This really is the first time someone has said that to me."
Odin tried to save face for himself.
But he couldn't help but feel that Linn was being tactless!
"Lord Odin, since I entered the path, I have devoted myself entirely to seeking the Dao. I do not care for romantic entanglements. The Nine Stars Alignment is approaching, and the Hell Demon King Council is stirring."
"I ask you, if I start a family, who will protect Midgard? Who will protect the human World?"
"The Venerable Ancient One never married in her life, and I, too, shall never marry."
Linn's words were forceful as he made his stance clear on the spot.
"Never marry?"
"Agamotto said the same thing. It seems you truly are devoted to the Dao; your future prospects are limitless."
Odin showed a look of approval.
And Sif's beautiful eyes sparkled with light. This was a true man!
Admiring the strong was always in a woman's genes.
"He really knows how to talk nonsense,"
Valkyrie thought to herself.
Never marry?
Who was he kidding?
Procreation between men and women didn't need a ceremony or a marriage certificate; those were just worldly constraints.
Valkyrie had long since seen through this Acting Sorcerer Supreme. He talked a good game, but at his core, he was a rebel!
"Lord Odin, please excuse my departure."
"Sif, you stay in Asgard for now to purchase spiritual materials for me. I will wait for you at the New York Sanctum."
Linn opened a Mystic Gate.
He left with Valkyrie, and Sif nodded heavily, determined not to betray his trust.
"Sif, why do you like Linn? What's so good about him?"
Thor spoke bluntly, completely puzzled.
"I can't say what's so good about him, but I just can't forget him."
Sif murmured softly.
She thought this was love... Bleecker Street.
No. 177A.
Linn and Valkyrie returned. The Sanctum was safe and sound, and they finally welcomed a rare moment of peace.
The night outside the window was deep.
He had stayed in Asgard for half a day, and time had quietly slipped away.
However, a doorbell rang.
Carter Slade opened the door, his eyes showing surprise.
A beautiful woman with burgundy wavy hair falling to her shoulders, wearing a dress, stood prettily before the door.
"Ms. Natasha Romanoff?"
"Why have you come to the Sanctum?"
Carter Slade greeted her.
He knew Linn had joined the Avengers. Perhaps an emergency had occurred that required Linn's help?
[a-rank opportunity mission: Complete S.H.I.E.L.D.'s request to obtain the obelisk.]
A line of text bubbles popped up.
Linn's eyes brightened.
"The obelisk?"
"It seems that is an item of the Inhumans, containing terrigen crystals. Could it be that the obelisk was stolen?"
Linn was intrigued.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. took the initiative to come to his door seeking help, it was naturally no small matter.
It might even be related to a Demon Lord.
"Linn, Mr. Carter is right. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs help. item 084 has been stolen and its whereabouts are currently unknown. The Director is having a real headache over it."
Natasha had exquisite features and light makeup on her face.
The "item 084" she mentioned usually referred to mysterious artifacts. S.H.I.E.L.D. was also responsible for containing and safeguarding all supernatural items.
item 084 was the obelisk.
A Nazi relic seized during World War II.
"No rush, Ms. Natasha. I need the cosmic cauldron to sense what you are looking for."
Linn brought over some tea.
Then, he went before a large cauldron that looked like an alchemy bowl, pouring in magic potions and various spice specimens.
Wisps of smoke rose up.
A picture vaguely appeared: on a high-flying fighter jet, two Agents in tactical uniforms were holding a briefcase.
The case had '084' written on it.
"magic is truly miraculous."
"It can actually track the whereabouts of item 084?"
"Those are S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents... they actually stole it themselves?"
Natasha's beautiful eyes flickered.
Then, she saw the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents arrive at a small Eastern European country, where the jet landed in a castle.
They handed the briefcase to Baron Strucker.
"Strucker! He is the head of the Sokovia S.H.I.E.L.D. branch. Why would he steal 084?"
Natasha was full of surprise.
Next, on the wall of the corridor, she saw a symbol: a Red Skull with six symmetrical tentacles beneath it.
This was the symbol of HYDRA!
"Why does a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch have the HYDRA symbol?"
"Could it be... Baron Strucker, he is..."
Natasha's mouth hung open, unable to accept the reality.
"Exactly, he is HYDRA. The HYDRA organization was never destroyed; it infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. through Operation Paperclip."
"On the surface it's S.H.I.E.L.D., but in reality, it's HYDRA-S.H.I.E.L.D."
Linn shrugged.
HYDRA.
A far-reaching villainous organization.
The founder was the Red Skull, who had found the Tesseract as early as World War II in the Tønsberg Cathedral.
He had nearly rewritten the course of history.
Although the Red Skull had disappeared, having been teleported to Vormir to become the Guardian of the Soul Stone, Dr. Arnim Zola had uploaded his consciousness before death and even developed the Zola Algorithm.
Secretly interfering with the World!
Linn hadn't cared much at first, but through the display of the cosmic cauldron, an ominous premonition suddenly arose. HYDRA getting the obelisk clearly had another purpose!
"HYDRA-S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Are you really not joking?"
Natasha felt a chill down her spine.
Doesn't that mean if she hadn't come to find Linn, she would have been kept in the dark the whole time?
Crucially, who was HYDRA, and who was on her side?
She instinctively doubted everything!
"First of all, the Avengers can be trusted. Nick Fury and Coulson can also be barely trusted."
"It's just that the cosmic cauldron doesn't predict the future; rather, it predicts the past."
"These are all things that have already happened."
Linn's expression condensed slightly.
Baron Strucker has already obtained the obelisk. How exactly will he use it?
Chapter 47: Wanda Summons a Demon King!
Sokovia.
Borderline.
Inside an ancient castle built into the mountainside.
Spatial ripples spread out.
Baron Strucker stood in front of a large machine, his gaze, visible through his monocle, revealing excitement and anticipation.
"Dr. Zola."
"obelisk No. 084 can indeed activate this device. Do you think this device can locate Red Skull?"
Baron Strucker turned his head to look at the android beside him.
The android was intricately constructed, with a screen on its chest displaying a digitally simulated face that looked both earnest and wise.
Using the alien technology dropped by the Chitauri Civilization, Dr. Zola invented this body and regained mobility.
Based on the Zola Algorithm's deduction, the obelisk is an extraordinary item with considerable research value!
"Only Red Skull can lead HYDRA to greatness again."
"This World should follow HYDRA's ideology!"
"Survival of the fittest!"
Dr. Zola's voice was fervent. The realization that sorcerers and gods existed on Earth had also stimulated him.
Because this exceeded the Zola Algorithm!
However, he quickly optimized the algorithm, and the data indicated that the obelisk could open the door to another World, allowing HYDRA to stand at the peak of the World!
The mysterious machine operated, drawing energy from the obelisk, instantly tearing open the spatial curtain and revealing a miniature vortex.
A figure appeared, pale red in complexion, with horns on its forehead and a whip-like tail trailing behind it. Fierce light spilled from its eyes, and an invisible energy burst from its fingertips, instantly controlling the entire scene.
"Who opened the gate of Hells Border?"
"My name is Velesko, Demon Lord of Hells Border!"
"You summoned me here, and I shall reward you according to your merits."
Velesko grinned sinisterly.
Immediately, dark energy spread beneath his feet. The surrounding HYDRA soldiers, upon being touched by the dark energy, began to roar.
They became extremely hideous, like human demons, clustering around Velesko, leaving Dr. Zolastunned.
"Hells Border... why didn't we find Red Skull?"
"Did my device malfunction? Or is it a problem with the Zola Algorithm?"
Dr. Zola slowly retreated.
Due to his unique structure, he was not affected by the curse.
But Baron Strucker transformed into a demon in the blink of an eye, his physique doubling in size, sharp spikes tearing through his skin, and soaring to a height of three meters.
Crack!
Baron Strucker swung his sharp claws, striking directly at Dr. Zola and instantly smashing his body!
But this could not kill Zola.
Because Dr. Zola's consciousness had been uploaded to the server, and he had countless backups!
However, the gate of Hells Border was already open.
Velesko's eyes flashed with cold light. He would summon all his armies, occupy this ancient castle, and conquer this World!
"I heard Mephisto is also in Midgard? Following the Demonic Law that forbids forcibly taking a soulwithout consent—what a foolish idea."
"As for me, I will seize all souls, become the strongest Demon King, and become Satan!"
Velesko raised his arm and shouted.
But at this moment.
A burst of magic sparks floated up, forming a Mystic Gate.
A figure, quick as lightning, rushed out.
He rushed directly to the device and instantly destroyed it!
The obelisk lifted off the ground.
It was grasped in a hand. Even if the obelisk possessed harmful properties, it posed no danger to Linn.
"The HYDRA organization... actually opened the gates of Hell?"
"And brought you, a Little Kalamity, into the real World?"
"It seems... the dimensional chaos during the Nine Stars Alignment caused the device to malfunction and connect to Hells Border."
Linn was deep in thought.
Watching the HYDRA soldiers transformed into human demons by Velesko, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Standing beside him were Wanda and Pietro, along with Natasha. Hearing is one thing, seeing is believing; seeing the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch reduced to a HYDRA den.
Natasha finally believed that HYDRA had risen from the ashes!
[You have completed the commission and obtained the obelisk.]
[s-rank opportunity mission: Banish Velesko to master Dark magic.]
"Hmm?"
"Banish Velesko, and I can master Dark magic?"
Linn's eyes shone brightly.
Immediately, his feet lifted off the ground, and he summoned a large number of ninja soldiers, gripping Kunai and Shuriken, to attack the human demons!
The spatial distortion caused by the Nine Stars Alignment had already created a loophole in the magic barrier.
I'm afraid... similar incidents will occur frequently during this period!
And as the Acting Sorcerer Supreme, he must shoulder the responsibility!
"Sorcerer Supreme?"
"Not Ancient One? Why has it been replaced by a mere youth? Don't you know my name? Demon Lordof Hells Border!"
"If you know what's good for you, step aside, or you will die here!"
Velesko's face was ferocious.
At this moment, the news of the Acting Sorcerer Supreme had not reached Hells Border.
As the name suggests, Hells Border is the furthest from reality, but Dr. Zola's operation tore through the barrier between the two realms, leading to this disaster.
This severely deviated from the plot. Due to Linn's influence, the historical timeline he knew would likely be completely unrecognizable.
"Fortunately, I have the twelve talismans."
"Velesko."
"Since you know I am the Sorcerer Supreme, yet still dare to cause trouble here, are you truly tired of living?"
Linn curled his lips into a smile.
The eye of agamotto on his chest shone brightly.
Immediately, a beam of energy burst forth, striking Velesko in the blink of an eye, but a magic shield appeared out of thin air.
It blocked the ray in mid-air.
"Do you think you are Ancient One? Where did this mere youth jump out from, daring to speak to a Demon Lord like this? Absolutely no manners."
Velesko sneered.
Immediately, he tightly gripped a greatsword, forged from souls and Dark magic, which he called the soul Blade!
He sacrificed countless souls, and the power of the soul Blade grew exponentially. It was almost comparable to other divine artifacts and could cut through any substance!
Boom!
Velesko launched forward like a cannonball, reaching Linn in the blink of an eye, sweeping out with the soul Blade.
The blade tip shimmered with dazzling light.
This was enough to severely wound the soul, tearing it into fragments.
"You handle the small fry; I'll deal with him."
Linn pushed his hands out, and endless Fire erupted, accompanied by a vibrating roar!
Wanda and Pietro also activated their respective abilities to fight the human demons transformed from HYDRA soldiers, as Scarlet Energy swept forth.
Swathes of human demons were instantly restrained. With Pietro's punches and Natasha's gunfire, holes were instantly blasted through the human demons!
However, in less than a second, the holes rapidly healed.
These human demons were enhanced; they could almost regenerate lost limbs and were practically impossible to kill!
"Do you want to banish me?"
"You probably don't have the skill for that, youth."
Velesko swung his sword, splitting the Fire directly, easily extinguishing it, and walked step by step toward Linn, his eyes revealing malice.
If he could kill the Sorcerer Supreme, his prestige would skyrocket, surpassing Mephisto!
He would even be qualified to sit on Satan's throne!
After all, no matter how strong a Hell Lord is, it's not as good as becoming Satan, and the key to becoming Satan is defeating the Sorcerer Supreme!
And sacrificing their head to the satans throne!
"What?"
"The head of the Sorcerer Supreme—all Demon Lords want it? Ancient One, you're trying to get me killed?"
Linn's eyes widened.
So, to become Satan, a sacrifice is required!
As for the offering... it's his head.
Doesn't that mean that when the Hell Lords and Demon Lords learn that the Venerable Ancient Onehas stepped down and he has become the Sorcerer Supreme, they will all attack him?
"That's right, youth."
"Did you think being the Sorcerer Supreme was so easy? Every Demon Lord will try every means possible to slaughter you!"
"However, you will only die by my hand, helping me ascend to the satans throne!"
Velesko laughed maniacally.
Chapter 48: Curing You with the Mafuba!
[SS-Rank Opportunity Mission: Keep your head to obtain an item blind box.]
A line of text bubbles popped up.
Linn had a helpless expression.
It turned out Velesko wasn't lying; to sit upon Satan's Throne, a sacrifice really was needed—the head of a Sorcerer Supreme!
And as the Acting Sorcerer Supreme, he counted as one, so his head was naturally useful.
"What kind of bullshit rule is this?"
Linn complained inwardly.
Just then...
He suddenly remembered that earlier, when he brought a technical revolution to Kamar-Taj, he had obtained an item blind box that he hadn't used yet.
Immediately, a cardboard box appeared in his palm. He opened it directly and saw a skill book.
[[Mafuba] (Beginner): Can seal a target inside a container; once the seal is applied, it is nearly impossible to open.]
"Mafuba?"
"The technique Mutaito used to seal King Piccolo?"
Linn's eyes brightened.
He immediately crushed the skill book, quickly mastering the technique!
Could a beginner-level Mafuba seal a Demon Lord? If it could seal Velesko, then it could seal other Hell Lords too!
By sealing all the demons, there would be no more worries, and he would have kept his head!
"What are you laughing at?"
"The Demon Lords and Hell Lords are all coming for the head on your shoulders, yet you find it funny? Are you some kind of idiot?"
Velesko frowned.
He felt this Sorcerer Supreme might have had his head squeezed by a door; he probably wasn't the Sorcerer Supreme at all, but some imposter.
But the eye of agamotto was the real deal, which made him suspicious again.
Demon Lords were all calculating types who wouldn't act without a guaranteed benefit, so the scene fell into a temporary stalemate.
However, Linn flicked his fingers, using telekinesis to grab a glass jar from the table.
He placed it by his feet.
Seeing this scene...
Velesko was even more confused. How could he be in the mood to eat canned food while facing him?
"Velesko, are you ready to say goodbye to this World?"
Linn spread his hands, a tide of magic power surging around his body. The corner of his mouth curled slightly; he had already decided to cast the spell!
"What?"
"That jar is your secret weapon?"
"You're going to be the death of me from laughter!"
Velesko clutched his stomach, thinking this green boy was simply a clown. What use could a mere glass bottle have?
However, his expression froze instantly as he suddenly felt a hurricane tearing at his body!
"What is this?"
"My body!"
Velesko's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
The magic tide turned into a vortex, twisting his form and stretching him out like a noodle, and he was completely unable to break free.
Because he was completely off-guard!
Linn's eyes narrowed as a white light erupted from him. He swung his hands violently, concentrating all his magic into a single point, binding Velesko from a distance and causing space itself to crack!
"Mafuba."
Linn shouted out the name of the technique.
Immediately, he firmly controlled Velesko, turning him into a ball of light and hurling him violently into the glass jar!
An ear-piercing roar rang out.
Velesko fell into the jar. He poked a finger out of the opening, but just as he was about to break out, the Levitation Power tightened the lid, sealing Velesko inside!
Velesko was curled into a ball, only able to show one eye. He opened his mouth, barely squeezing out a few syllables.
"Damn it! Sorcerer Supreme... you actually mastered such a secret technique!"
"But you can't seal me forever. I will break this glass jar and make you pay the price sooner or later!"
Velesko shrieked sharply.
His voice echoed out.
But Linn traced the air, turning a secret incantation into a sealing strip that locked the jar's opening, further reinforcing the magic seal.
"Linn, this seems to be just an ordinary glass jar. Can it really... seal a Demon Lord?"
Natasha's beautiful eyes blinked in disbelief; this was truly beyond imagination.
The key point was that Linn could seal a Demon Lord!
And he was being called the Sorcerer Supreme. Didn't that mean Linn had the final say on Earth? Where did that leave S.H.I.E.L.D.?
"I didn't expect the secret technique I mastered to be able to seal a Hell Lord either."
Linn tossed the jar in his hand, a smile playing on his lips, his heart filled with joy.
Mafuba!
It truly lived up to its name.
This was a move capable of sealing Hell Lords.
If the Mafuba were taught to Mystic Arts practitioners, it would be a life-for-a-life ultimate technique enough to terrify Demon Lords. The reason he was fine...
...was because the combination of the horse and dog talismans meant he was immortal and indestructible!
"Linn, how should we handle these man-demons?"
Wanda flew over. With her studies, her mastery of Chaos Magic had reached an incredible level, allowing her to even shake reality.
She could change the arrangement of molecules and atoms in matter.
Instantly.
The ground turned to sludge, and all the man-demons sank into it before it turned back into hard rock, completely trapping them.
"How to handle them? For the sake of justice and peace, of course, we eliminate them all."
Linn unleashed a blast of fire, flames with temperatures comparable to the core of the Sun, madly incinerating all the man-demons.
Even as painful wails reached his ears, his expression remained unchanged. He treated all corrupted creatures as subjects for a trial of heresy!
"How cruel!"
"These man-demons still had the possibility of being cured, yet you eliminate them directly."
"You are no Sorcerer Supreme; you are simply a Demon Lord yourself!"
Velesko mocked him.
To gain some space to move, he used Black Magic to shrink himself, looking like a little man in a bottle, his form miniature and obedient.
But once the seal was broken, he would reveal his true face—a ferocious Demon Lord!
"Velesko, you are the lord of Hells Border; you should be well-versed in Black Magic. How about this: you teach me Black Magic."
"And once I've mastered it, I'll give you your freedom."
Linn curled his lip.
The reason he could seal Velesko was that he caught him off guard. In fact, there was also a Mafuba Reflection technique that could return the move to the caster.
How could a Demon Lord not know it?
Kamar-Taj had plenty of such reflection techniques; he couldn't afford to be tricked.
"Teach you Black Magic? You really are a demon. You must have stolen the eye of agamotto! You aren't the Sorcerer Supreme at all!"
Velesko sneered.
As the lord of Hells Border, he had his pride.
But then he suddenly thought: all Black Magic has a corruptive nature. If Linn were to become polluted and fallen, and then proactively open the seal for him, wouldn't that be the best of both Worlds?
"Are you teaching me or not? If not, I'll throw you into a latrine."
Linn's eyes were impatient.
"I'll teach you!"
Velesko immediately chanted an incantation, transmitting a soul-devouring magic sound that was impossible to forget once heard.
As long as one used Black Magic, they would suffer mental pollution!
He didn't believe Linn could be exempt from this price.
[You have exiled Velesko and mastered Black Magic.]
Linn nodded inwardly.
It seemed Velesko hadn't held anything back.
But he was being this cooperative?
It inevitably caused a sliver of doubt in him.
After all, how could a Demon Lord pass his signature skills to an outsider? There was only one explanation: Black Magic came with hidden dangers!
"You almost got me, but for me, pollution isn't a problem."
Linn made a small attempt, and an eerie glow emerged from his palm.
His fingertips turned slightly black.
Clearly, it had a pollution attribute, and continued use would lead to corruption. But the restoration power of the horse talisman cleared the negative effects in a second, leaving Velesko stunned!
"What's going on? You actually possess the power of Laws?"
"I really underestimated you..."
Velesko frowned.
The power of Laws!
It often represented the essence of things, like the source code of the magic dimension. Whoever mastered the power of Laws could toy with those Laws!
But he had never thought that the power of Laws would appear in a mortal without their body exploding!
Chapter 49: Refining combat dolls!
Everything has a price.
This is the sole truth of all magic!
Some require the sacrifice of health, some the sacrifice of lifespan, and some require mortgaging the soul...
Even Velesko, as a Demon Lord, is not exempt from the cost; he needs souls to renew his power.
All dimensions and realms are manifestations of spiritual vein nodes.
It can be understood as broadband; even Demon Lords have to purchase a package rather than getting it for free.
That is why Demon Lords thirst for souls!
souls are equivalent to a type of magical currency.
However, Velesko was secretly shocked. The Sorcerer Supreme before him completely shattered his understanding—there was no mention of a cost for his spellcasting!
He could even withstand the burden of the power of Laws.
"I heard that the New York Sanctum produced a master around your age..."
Velesko speculated.
Mephisto's son, Blackheart, died at the hands of the New York master. This was no secret in Hell; how could there be a wall that doesn't leak wind in this World?
"That would be me."
"However, your information is outdated. I am now serving as the Acting Sorcerer Supreme."
Linn curled his lips.
Immediately, a Mystic Gate swung open.
The London Sanctum master, a blonde middle-aged gentleman, arrived at the Hydra Castle leading a group of Mystic Arts practitioners.
But seeing the mess everywhere and Velesko trapped in the bottle, his pupils couldn't help but contract.
"Venerable Lin En, what is going on here?"
"The Lord of Hells Border was shut in a bottle by you?"
The London master had a look of disbelief.
He had sensed the demonic aura appearing in Sokovia long ago, but preparing for battle took some time, so he arrived about ten minutes late.
It was actually all over?
"Master Aisuo, you are late. Do you know that by arriving ten minutes late, you almost let Veleskosucceed?"
"If not for my intervention, I'm afraid the demons of Hells Border would have already occupied Sokovia."
Linn's eyes showed majesty.
Since he had become the Acting Venerable, he had to strictly enforce discipline. Whoever did not comply would be punished!
"My apologies, Venerable Lin En."
"The cosmic wonder of the Nine Stars Alignment caused a misalignment of spatial dimensions, and the London Sanctum is short-staffed. I hope Venerable Lin En can be magnanimous."
Master Aisuo said, ashamed.
Kamar-Taj, even with a full count, had less than ten thousand people. Almost half were apprentices, and half of the remaining half were retired cadres. The number of Mystic Arts practitioners who could actually fight did not exceed two thousand.
They also needed to guard the Three Sanctums and hold key positions in various departments of the sect. Usually, it was fine, but during the critical Nine Stars Alignment, the whole World was in turmoil.
This was understandable.
"It seems... I must produce combat dolls as soon as possible, and also design Android 18."
Linn nodded slightly.
combat dolls.
By merging Arcane Arts with machinery, they would also possess spellcasting abilities. If equipped with a mystic bracer, they could even rival a master.
For Linn, high-level Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements was completely stress-free.
The main issue lay in the materials!
"It seems the HYDRA organization collected quite a lot of materials, including some Vibranium and unknown objects."
Pietro was as fast as lightning, quickly touring the castle once. In the warehouse, he saw all kinds of equipment.
"Vibranium?"
Linn's eyes flashed with light.
Then, he came to the warehouse and indeed found Vibranium!
Two and a half million years ago, a Vibranium meteorite crashed onto Earth. In Wakanda, East Africa, the Vibranium radiation transformed the natural environment, created mutant plants, and even turned apes into vengeful spirits.
The first Black Panther, Bashenga, following the guidance of the panther god, was the first to consume the heart-shaped herb and became one of the Prehistoric Avengers.
Vibranium!
As one of the hardest metals on Earth.
One gram is worth 100,000 U.S. dollars.
Although the HYDRA organization only had less than 500 grams of Vibranium, its value reached fifty million, and it could be used for refining artifacts!
"Not bad, it's a bargain for me."
Linn flicked his fingertips, releasing a surge of Levitation Power to pack all the materials into his storage space.
Then, he prepared to return to the New York Sanctum, but Master Aisuo suddenly spoke up, looking somewhat hesitant.
"Venerable Lin En, I heard you invented a type of mystic bracer?"
"Could you also bestow the mystic bracers upon the disciples of the London Sanctum?"
"During the Nine Stars Alignment, the Ghost Realm invasions are hard to guard against."
"The Sanctum's losses have been quite heavy."
Master Aisuo said with difficulty.
Even as a master of a Sanctum, in front of the Acting Sorcerer Supreme, he was still just a Little Kalamity who could be dismissed or deposed at any time!
"Fine."
"Remember to come and collect them later."
Linn nodded.
Then, he stepped into the Mystic Gate, taking Wanda, Pietro, and Natasha back to the New York Sanctum.
Natasha looked dazed.
It was clearly her first time experiencing supernatural events, and the existence of the HYDRAorganization felt like a thorn in her throat!
"I must inform the Director and Captain America immediately."
"Linn, if HYDRA counterattacks, can I come to the Sanctum for refuge?"
Natasha's beautiful eyes blinked, and her red lips parted slightly, her expression showing a hint of softness as she clearly planned her backup route.
"No problem."
"But I need to go into seclusion now."
Linn curled his lips.
Next, he took out the Vibranium directly, spread his palm, and endless fire energy rose up, turning the Vibranium into a liquid state while Levitation Power molded it through the air.
In the blink of an eye, it was forged into various parts of different sizes.
The design blueprint for the combat doll appeared in his mind, having been brewed for a long time. With the materials in place, he could start working immediately.
"Truly incredible."
"Linn's artifact refining level is becoming more and more exquisite."
Carter Slade sighed in admiration.
After all, hellfire could also refine artifacts, but it was only temporary. To create a true magic artifact that was unafraid of the passage of time and magic was extremely difficult.
"Refining artifacts? How is this different from technology?"
Natasha was about to leave but was drawn by the sight, as if watching a special effects blockbuster, a hint of admiration rising in her beautiful eyes.
"Modern technology is all electronic waste that will be phased out at any time. Just like the pagers of the nineties, who still uses them?"
"They probably can't even be turned on, right?"
An evil and arrogant voice came through.
Loki was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. He finally deigned to walk out of his room, having accepted reality.
Previously, he had been hiding in his bedroom, not wanting to face failure or Linn.
But as Linn became the Acting Sorcerer Supreme, he suddenly felt he was okay again!
Losing to the Acting Sorcerer Supreme was not shameful!
"Loki, don't forget your status. You need to perform meritorious service to atone for your crimes."
Linn's eyes flashed.
Soon, the prototype of a combat doll appeared before him, looking like a wooden man with mystic patterns on the surface.
An indentation was carved into the chest.
A magic crystal could be placed inside to drive the doll.
A Vibranium film covered the limbs to improve defense and impact resistance. As for the actual combat effectiveness, it still needed to be tested.
"This combat doll is not bad."
"Artifact refining is about materials. The material itself has spirituality and won't be extinguished by time. But for an ordinary person to make a magic artifact, it often requires painstaking effort."
"But you can actually... be this fast?"
Loki had a look of surprise.
After all, he had visited Nidavellir, the legendary land of the dwarves. Even for dwarf craftsmen, refining an artifact was not something that happened overnight.
And this precisely showed just how heaven-defying Linn's artifact refining level was!
"A magic puppet?"
"It makes me think of Tony Stark; it seems he's also building an Iron Legion."
Natasha looked full of expectation.
Next, fire energy overflowed from Linn's palm, turning into a red crystal. Its shape was perfectly natural, like a magnificent gem, and he stuffed it into the indentation on the doll's chest.
The doll's eyes lit up with light, and it slowly moved its limbs as if adapting to its body.
"Who is controlling this doll?"
Natasha marveled.
Could there be a magical program within the doll?
Chapter 50 – Natasha Becomes Superman!
The combat doll's limbs were stiff at first, then gradually grew nimble as it walked through the Sanctum.
Like an infant, it studied everything it met, occasionally raising a finger to poke whatever caught its curiosity.
When Natasha spoke, the doll stepped closer—its intelligence unmistakable.
Natasha was stunned.
'Every piece of tech runs on code—why can this doll learn on its own?'
A strange light flickered in Natasha's eyes.
'Because of runes, darling.'
Loki's lips curved in a faint smile.
He'd noticed long ago that while assembling the doll, Linn had etched World Runes onto its Vibraniumparts.
'Enlightenment.'
The name said it all: it awakened intellect and granted objects a soul.
Runes were the code of magic.
The more code you knew, the stronger your spell-craft; the Arcane Arts themselves sprang from runes.
'Exactly—the Enlightenment rune Master Grantham taught me.'
'It gave the combat doll memory.'
'Build a runic matrix and it can think—become a living spell.'
Linn nodded.
He hadn't expected the trickster Loki to be so versed in runes; he'd underestimated him.
And Loki already held the rune of dreams and the chaos rune.
He simply hadn't unlocked them yet.
[rune of dreams] (basic): pierce the heart of nightmares, weave dream-dungeons, enter dreams in the flesh.
[chaos rune] (basic): beyond good and evil, all possibility—destroy or create.
'Destroy or create…'
'Pluto Chthon's conscience gave me this chaos rune—there shouldn't be a catch.'
'Still… better stay wary.'
Linn's gaze turned cautious.
Upgrading a rune started at five thousand opportunity.
The first rune-maker was the totem!
He had only two talismans left unlit: the monkey talisman and the Pig Talisman—one needed the Aether Particle, the other the Infinity Gauntlet.
'Runes… are magic code?'
'Linn, may I study the Arcane Arts?'
Natasha batted her long lashes.
She suspected she might have a gift.
'Of course. I've recently created a cultivation method—the Zodiac Cultivation Method. You've heard of the Eastern zodiac?'
'Which year were you born?'
Linn's eyes shone with anticipation.
Zodiac Cultivation Method!
Every human has a sign; that sign is a totem.
His method could link to the twelve talismans, bypassing dimensional lords and borrowing their twelvefold divinity!
Wanda and Pietro had awakened through the Dragon Talisman and even mastered Fire!
'1984.'
'What's my animal?'
Natasha looked puzzled.
'Rat.'
Understanding dawned on Linn.
His pupils shifted into an octagon of black stone etched with a tiny mouse.
Light spilled from his fingertip as he touched Natasha's brow, branding the Rat totem into her soul!
rat talisman.
It embodies the life-force, giving motion to the inanimate.
And cells count as 'inanimate'!
As the Rat totem merged, Natasha inhaled sharply; every cell in her body strengthened, more than doubling in power.
All her attributes surged—speed, agility, mind, spirit.
Even her recessive genes awoke.
Human genes are a vast database.
Genetic code governs flesh, organs, heredity; granting motion to the inanimate roused every recessive gene, letting Natasha ascend on the spot.
Even Linn was taken aback.
'The Rat totem can awaken recessive genes? In this World life originated from a Progenitor Celestial…'
He pondered.
He'd read the secret in an tome!
Legend said four billion years ago Earth had no life until a plague-stricken Progenitor Celestial died upon it.
The God's vomit and blood seeped into magma and seas, evolving into sentient life—and left Earthlings prone to mutation.
Because they already carried Celestial genes!
Other Gods discovered this, studied prehistoric apes, and brewed a benign compound of endless mutation—today called the x-factor.
So even without the x-factor, Natasha still bore dormant Celestial code.
The rat talisman simply animated the still, rousing those sleeping genes!
'What is this feeling?'
'I can draw substance from the air…'
'…and use it to strengthen myself!'
Natasha's voice trembled with excitement.
To her eyes the air was full of glowing motes she could absorb into every limb, boosting her body further.
'Why didn't Wanda and I get that luck?'
Pietro protested.
'Different signs. The Zodiac Cultivation Method has twelve paths.'
'Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Goat, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig.'
'Each path has ten stages; none is inherently superior—it depends on how you wield it.'
Linn wasn't making it up.
The twelve zodiac animals were also the twelve earthly branches; add the ten heavenly stems and you had the cycle that inspired his method.
Yet he still needed the monkey and Pig Talismans to complete it!
'Venerable Lin En, I was born in 965.'
Light flashed in Loki's eyes.
Zodiac Cultivation Method?
He'd never heard of it, but if mortals could learn it, so could he!
'965 is the Year of the Ox.'
'Then you're in luck—the Ox stands for boundless strength.'
Linn snapped his fingers and tapped Loki's brow from afar.
In an instant
the Ox totem entered him!
Loki's frame swelled, muscles and bones bulging, skin taking on a frost-blue sheen—he became a Frost Giant in the blink of an eye!
He shot up to nearly three meters.
'Strength indeed!'
Loki's voice was thick. With the Ox totem he had awakened his frost blood—simply OP!
Next time he met the Hulk he wouldn't lose; he'd slam the green goliath into the dirt!
'Alas… I've forgotten my birthday.'
Valkyrie and Ares shook their heads.
Live long enough and you lose many things.
'I know the feeling.'
Carter Slave gave a wry smile.
'Wait—can I give the combat doll the Zodiac method?'
'Let it cultivate on its own?'
Linn's imagination ignited.
He strode to the doll; the year was 2012—Year of the Dragon.
His pupils showed the outline of the Dragon Talisman.
With a distant jab he implanted the Dragon totem; flames erupted over the doll's body—it actually worked!
Yet Linn quickly saw the doll had no growth potential; this wasn't cultivation, more like enchantment.
'Enchantment… still useful.'
'Mass-produce these dolls and they'll ease the Mystic Arts practitioners' burden.'
'Demon Lords want souls—combat dolls have none.'
Linn's lips curled.
He threw himself back into crafting, hands blurring as he assembled more dolls.
In no time he had ten finished.
He even found a moment to craft mystic bracers; when London's master Aesir arrived and saw the dolls standing in a row he was dumbstruck.
'Venerable Lin En… what are these?'