Chapter 1570 - Ch: 391-400

Ch: 391-400

Chapter 391: Wanda's Strategy Route

"I don't know either... In other Universes, was Ultron's body stolen?"

Wanda drank the wine in her glass in one gulp, as if she wanted to get herself drunk.

"I, ahem..."

She choked, her face quickly reddening several shades due to the alcohol intake.

But she immediately poured herself another full glass.

"Not long ago, I gained amazing superpowers at the HYDRA Sokovia Base."

"Then one day, I suddenly discovered that beyond the World I couldn't see, there seemed to be a similar power approaching me."

"I tried to make contact, but it seemed to cause a not-so-good impact..."

"Then that night, I shared memories with your Wanda in a dream."

The parallel World Wanda said, reaching out to clink glasses with Leon again, then drinking it all down once more.

"Drink slower..." Leon advised, somewhat enlightened.

"So, it was you who caused the space-time fluctuations months ago when Wanda's Chaos Magiccollided, leading to little Peter being taken to the Spider Multiverse."

Leon finally understood why Wanda's magic went out of control that day.

"Sorry... I didn't expect my curiosity to lead to such a thing; I saw it all in the dream."

Wanda started pouring herself wine again.

"That's not a bad thing, don't worry about it. I traveled with little Peter and even met some new friends."

"Wait, aren't you drinking too much? The alcohol content of red wine isn't high, but you can't drink it like this."

Leon tried to take the wine bottle, but Wanda deftly dodged him.

"You saved the Earth, you saved Sokovia, Leon, and Sokovia, my hometown, was saved by you for the second time. How can I not drink a few more glasses?"

Wanda continued to fill her glass, chugging it down, a radiant smile on her Scarlet face.

"I think you're starting to get drunk." Leon finished the burrito in his hand and wiped his hands with a napkin.

"Really? I can still drink a few more... Where were we just now?"

Wanda paused.

"I learned about Stark from the dream, so when the Avengers attacked the HYDRA Base, Pietro and I fought Iron Man head-on, and then we joined the Avengers."

"So that's how it is, you didn't run away." Leon mused.

The timeline probably diverged here.

The fundamental reason was another Wanda's dream, which made this parallel World Wandaunderstand that their siblings' hatred for Tony was not correct.

"Yes, we didn't run away. Later, Tony Stark created Ultron..."

Wanda continued to drink and talk, one glass of wine, one sentence.

"At first, Ultron seemed to think it wasn't our opponent for the time being, and it disguised itself very well, as if it really intended to protect the peace of the Earth."

"So Tony Stark built an Iron Army for it to command, and Dr. Banner and Dr. Helen Cho even built a body for it."

"Then it betrayed us, leading the Ultron Legion and pushing Sokovia into the sky."

"If you hadn't come, today would have been the last day for all humanity."

Wanda's narration made Leon click his tongue.

He didn't expect that just because Wanda changed her mind and joined the Avengers early, Ultronwould lie dormant and gain a powerful body and Iron Legion.

Under the Multiverse background, it is true that any seemingly insignificant choice can lead to completely different outcomes.

Leon felt that after going back,

He must remind Wanda

To reduce the number of times she exchanges memories with other Scarlet Witches in her dreams.

"You... finished your pancakes? I'll roll another one for you."

Wanda noticed Leon's idle hands, stood up with a flushed face, and walked to Leon's side to try and grab a pancake.

She had already finished an entire bottle of red wine.

This was nothing for someone who could hold their liquor.

But Wanda clearly didn't drink much normally.

She was already a bit uninhibited.

As she reached for the pancake, she seemed to feel hot, and Wanda unbuttoned her low-cut sweater with her other hand.

The Snow White cleavage almost touched Leon's face.

The scent of laundry detergent or perfume wafted into Leon's nostrils.

His Super Sense of Smell was usually suppressed, and he didn't feel disgusted.

Instead, he thought the scent Wanda chose was quite good, elegant and with a subtle fragrance.

"I'll do it myself, Wanda, I'll do it myself!" Leon turned his face and pushed Wanda away.

But Wanda simply wouldn't agree.

She was pushed back a few steps, but she used Chaos Magic to bring the pancake to her hand.

Then the stewed meat also flew over, automatically packing itself into the pancake.

"No! You're the guest, the star of the celebration banquet. I, I'll feed you!"

Wanda's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy; she was truly a bit drunk.

Leon could hear her heartbeat accelerating due to her increased body temperature.

And her hormone secretion level also suddenly surged a lot.

"It's just the two of us here, can this even be called a celebration banquet?" Leon helplessly grabbed Wanda's wrist.

But Wanda was still trying to personally feed him the burrito.

After several attempts, Wanda gave up.

She flipped her wrist, and the chair from across the dining table flew over and sat next to Leon.

Wanda sat very close to Leon, almost directly pressed against him.

"Leon~ Do you know, sometimes I feel like I'm not welcome, others look at me like I'm a monster."

Leon had a headache; it seemed like a plotline for sharing grievances to deepen their relationship was about to unfold.

He was always unaccustomed to refusing.

But at this moment, Leon always felt that the Wanda of his Universe was watching him in the unseen.

"You're drunk, Wanda, go rest first." Leon advised.

Compared to the other Wanda's shyness and timidity,

The Wanda in front of him, five or six years older, was undoubtedly much more generous and bold.

However, a hint of melancholy always shrouded her eyes and brows.

Now, after drinking, she had an even greater sense of brokenness.

Making one feel that she was as fragile as a porcelain vase glued together from fragments.

Wanda shook her head: "I'm not drunk yet, Leon. Do you know, I really envy your Wanda."

"You're not a monster, and you don't need to envy her. I'll take you to bed."

"No! Let me finish." Wanda's voice suddenly rose a little.

"I envy her! I envy her very, very much!"

Wanda said loudly.

Her originally fair cheeks and neck were now completely Scarlet.

She was already tipsy.

Leon suddenly understood why Wanda was drinking so heavily; it was to build up her courage.

"She met you. She met you at only 19 years old. You helped her develop her abilities, you helped take care of her life, she can be so happy every day, and she can even hide under the covers and use your photos..."

"Wait, what did you say she used my photos for?" Leon raised an eyebrow.

"Used your photos... Anyway, Leon, why can't you be from our Universe?"

Wanda suddenly reached out and hugged Leon.

Leon didn't struggle either, gently patting Wanda's back, preparing to use World Power to help her sober up.

At this moment, her lips felt warm.

Wanda gently kissed him.

Chapter 392 Dream Walking, Wanda's Initiative

Lyon suddenly opened his eyes.

He met a pair of swaying emerald green eyes.

Wanda's lips were warm and moist, very gentle, like a spring breeze on the face, with a faint body fragrance and a light scent of alcohol.

The World's power had already dispelled Wanda's drunkenness; the power that could be used to create a World was very effective.

But even though Wanda's eyes were clear, she still tilted her head and didn't pull away.

She was like a kitten close to its Master, impulsive and brave yet cautious.

Discovering that Lyon didn't immediately push her away, she became bolder.

A Scarlet flush reappeared on her face; this time it wasn't from the alcohol, but from the shyness of a girl's first bold move.

Lyon swore he absolutely did not subconsciously respond.

Nor did he actively welcome the slippery little snake that suddenly darted in.

He reacted very quickly.

He was about to push Wanda away almost immediately.

But then Wanda suddenly froze, muttering indistinctly.

"You want to come over? No, not yet, no, wait..."

The lights in the apartment suddenly flickered.

It was as if a long-dormant malevolent spirit had suddenly erupted; a strong wind inexplicably swept through the room, and papers flew everywhere.

Wanda closed her eyes with a struggling expression.

Lyon was a little surprised.

He was about to push Wanda away to check the situation.

He suddenly noticed that something had descended upon Wanda's body in a dimension invisible to the naked eye.

The next moment, Wanda opened her eyes again, with a crimson glow in them.

"Dreamwalking!?" Lyon pushed Wanda away, utterly astonished.

Dreamwalking is a magic from the Darkhold.

It allows the caster to temporarily occupy the body of another self in a parallel Universe.

The other party casting the spell now was clearly also a Scarlet Witch.

Lyon performed Star Projection.

He looked directly at the invading consciousness within Wanda's body.

"Wanda? How is it you!? Are you casting Dark magic?" Lyon was extremely surprised and puzzled.

The one invading the parallel World's Wanda's body was precisely the 19-year-old Wanda from his own World.

At this moment, Wanda was still a little dazed.

She touched her lips, staring blankly at Lyon.

She probably never imagined that her first intimate contact with Lyon would be under such circumstances.

"You, you're actually doing, doing this kind of thing with this Wanda from a parallel World!"

Wanda felt half shy, half angry.

Lyon was actually with her parallel self... But why would he rather seek out a parallel version than her?

Wanda immediately felt both wronged and resentful.

And Lyon was equally angry at this moment.

"Why are you casting magic from the Darkhold? We talked about this before; these magics will affect your mind!"

Lyon grabbed Wanda's shoulders, showing a rare angry expression towards Wanda.

Wanda was startled; she had never actually seen Lyon angry with her before.

Even at their first meeting, the moment Lyon's Heat Vision lit up, he was smiling.

Wanda couldn't help but panic.

"I, I went to find you, but Natasha said you were summoned by me, so I, I tried this magic, it wasn't intentional..."

"Not intentional means you did it on purpose?"

Lyon looked seriously at Wanda: "Now, you immediately withdraw your consciousness from this body, right now! I'll go back and question you thoroughly!"

"But..." Wanda, at this moment, was actually a little timid.

"No buts!"

"Okay, okay, come back quickly..." Wanda pursed her lips, looking extremely wronged.

But she also felt very happy inside.

She didn't know why, seeing Lyon get angry out of concern for her.

She herself was no longer angry.

The red glow in Wanda's eyes gradually receded, turning back to emerald green.

She blinked blankly, then shook her head slightly: "I just... seemed to have my body invaded?"

The parallel World's Wanda regained control of her body.

Lyon sighed: "Are you alright?"

"Mm... Of course, everything's fine, that was just a small interlude, so we'll just..." Wanda mustered her courage and pointed to the inner bedroom.

She had just had her body possessed, and yet what she was thinking about was something else entirely.

She didn't know if she was too open-minded or if her desire was too strong.

"Sorry, you need to rest well now. I apologize to you on behalf of the Wanda from my side. Let's continue dinner next time; I have to go."

Lyon shook his head apologetically, as if he didn't understand Wanda's hint.

He activated his Crossing ability and left the parallel Universe.

In the apartment, the parallel Universe's Wanda looked at the dinner that had begun to lose its warmth and sighed.

"At least there's progress, and I wasn't rejected, right?" She stood with her hands on her hips for a while, then began to clear the dishes.

...

"You promised me you would never use the magic from the Darkhold!"

In this Universe, Lyon appeared in Wanda's bedroom as soon as he returned.

He emphasized to Wanda: "I certainly don't want to wake up one day and see you turned into a puppet of Dark magic, becoming cold-blooded and emotionless like a walking corpse!"

Wanda wore a red mini-dress and over-the-knee black stockings, her hands clasped behind her back.

She no longer had the sulky attitude of three days ago.

After not seeing Lyon for three days, she was the one who made a mistake first, waving a White flag in surrender.

"I was just worried about you. The Wanda from other Worlds summoned you over, and I thought I could help."

"Didn't you consider how many times you'd have to try across so many parallel Worlds?"

"In fact, in the Universe right next door, I only tried twice and found you..."

"Very good. Now two Wandas have been possessed by you, and you've been subjected to the erosion of Dark magic twice. Come here, let me check you!"

Wanda obediently stood in front of Lyon, allowing him to extract her soul and examine it.

A few minutes later, several wisps of black mist burned in Lyon's hand and finally dissipated.

"Alright, the erosion is resolved. This time it's like this, but if there's a next time, you'll be punished, Wanda."

Lyon squeezed his fingers, "I'll put you over my knee and spank your butt a hundred times!"

"Ah?" Wanda gasped, covering her butt and stepping back, "Can't it be fifty?"

"Okay, then fifty more."

Lyon waved his hand, preparing to open the door and leave amidst Wanda's cries, which were a mix of fear and delight.

But before he could leave, he was blocked by a crimson magical light belt.

He turned his head.

Wanda, who had been so submissive just now, was inexplicably more assertive at this moment.

"Are you just leaving like that?"

Wanda really wanted to ask Lyon why he could kiss her parallel self, but now he wouldn't do anything to her.

"Otherwise?" Lyon retorted.

"Aren't you going to explain... what happened to you in the parallel World?"

"That was an accident, Wanda. You substitute the memories of other Scarlet Witches into your dreams, but they also substitute your memories."

Wanda instantly froze: "They can also experience my memories!? How is that possible?"

She had learned experience and techniques from so many Scarlet Witches that she couldn't even remember the number.

Just like she couldn't remember how many pieces of bread she had eaten.

"But I only experience their casting experience; they should also just..."

Lyon interrupted Wanda, also a little puzzled: "I don't understand, but according to the parallel World's Wanda, she can see almost all of your memories."

Wanda immediately became anxious upon hearing this.

How many Scarlet Witches would that be?

Lyon is so good; they wouldn't all come to snatch him from her, would they?

"I, I..."

Wanda's mind was a mess, like hundreds of rabbits jumping around inside her.

She suddenly remembered the sensation she felt when she possessed another Wanda and opened her eyes just now.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Lyon.

A bold idea sprang into her mind.

"You, come here for a moment, Lyon." Wanda beckoned.

"What is it?"

"I have something to say, lean in a little."

"Alright."

Lyon walked over, lowered his head, and then Wanda grabbed the hem of her skirt, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

This time, Wanda's lips were slightly cool.

But the Fire that had been teased all night in Lyon finally burned completely.

He pushed Wanda down, grabbing her hot, pink-White thighs clad in over-the-knee black stockings.

"Ah!" Wanda let out a deer-like gasp.

The two figures disappeared together from the Maksimov siblings' apartment.

Chapter 393 The King's Planning Meeting

Leon's life seemed to return to normal.

After obtaining the life codex and a large amount of Kryptonite from the DC Universe.

He was finally able to settle down and continue to build up his foundation.

Except that after that night,

Wanda found a reason and moved into Leon's apartment.

Every day life seemed to stabilize.

However, to ensure the comprehensive healthy development of body and mind,

Leon would take turns exercising with Diana and Kara every week.

And occasionally gave Natasha and her sister overtime pay.

Then he tutored Wanda in magic.

Wanda's magic progressed at a miraculous speed under Leon's guidance.

Initially, she often became exhausted and fell asleep at the end of lessons because her physical condition couldn't keep up with the intensity of the teaching.

However, her academic progress was very fast; she could apply what she learned to new situations, and even used Chaos Magic to boost her learning speed.

Leon naturally increased the intensity of his teaching in response.

Sometimes they taught in the sky, sometimes in space, and sometimes underwater.

Various upgrades in teaching difficulty.

While Wanda's academic progress soared, she also felt immense pressure.

So one day, Wanda had a flash of inspiration.

She brought in a Wanda from a parallel World to share the teaching pressure from Teacher Leon.

That day, Leon learned for the first time what the true joy of teaching magic was.

He could verbally teach one Wanda while hand-holding another Wanda.

It was an unimaginable teaching experience.

Even when attending meetings at the Avengers Base,

Leon had the urge to point at Tony and the other Avengers and shout, 'You don't understand Leon's joy!'

Today was another meeting.

But it was a Kamar-Taj meeting.

In a conference room at the Sorcerer Academy in the Small World.

A red and black wool felt was spread on the antique solid wood round table, and Tony, Leon, and others sat around the table in order.

Old Wang stood in front of the round table, displaying his academy proposal with a projector.

Tony secretly pulled Banner aside and whispered.

"Banner, don't you think Leon has been a bit off lately? He smiles so happily at every meeting, he used to hate meetings the most."

"Is he? Leon seems normal. It's you, Tony, your complexion is getting worse and worse. Every time we have a meeting, your complexion looks a bit weaker. Are you okay?"

"How could I be okay? I'm not weak at all. I haven't eaten sea cucumber, nor do I need to eat oysters or abalone."

"Really...?" Banner didn't believe a word.

Wang, who was explaining the proposal, ignored the two who were slacking off.

After all, his proposal was mainly for the Sorcerer Supreme.

"So we are mainly divided into two major academies: Arcane and magic, with six main categories: Combat, Arcane, magic, Alchemy, Enchanting, and magic History?"

After Wang finished speaking, Leon summarized.

"Yes." Old Wang nodded.

"I can understand everything else, but why is there also a Combat category?" Leon asked, pointing to the words 'Combat'.

"Whether it's an Arcane Sorcerer or a Bloodline Wizard, there are times when they need to fight. Fists are more straightforward at certain moments, Leon."

Old Wang shrugged.

"Besides, you also know that even Sorcerer Ancient One prefers close combat when fighting. This is a compulsory course for Sorcerers, and isn't our characteristic magic the Hulk?"

"Then I suggest adding another course: Modern Thermal Weapons Usage Guide, to train all Sorcerers into Navy SEALs." Tony raised his hand to interject.

"Sorcerers' enemies are Hell and dimensional creatures; they are not afraid of thermal weapons, Tony." Old Wang said.

Tony spread his hands: "Why not enchant bullets with alchemy?"

Old Wang was stunned: "This... seems like a good idea. I'll write it down."

So Old Wang immediately began to revise his proposal.

Under the Combat and Enchanting categories, a new course, Modern Thermal Weapons Usage Guide and Enchanted Thermal Weapons Research, was added.

"How about it? Are these proposals acceptable?"

Wang looked at Leon nervously after finishing his notes.

Just like all Party B facing Party A, he worried that his work would be rejected again.

"I think it's acceptable. The proposal is very comprehensive. You've even planned the enrollment process. Set a time, then prepare for the opening of the school." Leon thought for a few seconds before expressing his approval.

"That's great!" Old Wang cheered with a clenched fist.

But when he heard about setting the school opening time, he showed an embarrassed smile again.

"Opening the school might not be possible yet."

Old Wang scratched his cheek, looking troubled.

"There are too many planned courses, and there aren't enough instructors right now. Plus, we haven't recruited any students yet."

Leon was a little surprised: "Which courses don't have enough instructors? We can recruit externally, but of course, we must consider their reputation and character."

There's no shortage of strange talents on Marvel Earth.

"We still lack teachers for Alchemy and Divination. Kamar-Taj Sorcerers focus more on practical combat, so these two areas are relatively weaker."

"Alchemy and Divination... How about this, Wang, you investigate talents in these areas from various extraordinary circles, and we'll invite them to join. By the way, who is the Alchemy teacher?"

"It's me." Diana, sitting not far from Leon, raised her hand.

She blinked: "Paradise Island has some knowledge of crafting divine artifacts left by the god of Fire, and Kamar-Taj also has some books. I can learn as I teach."

"Diana is teaching? You all aren't teachers, are you?" Leon looked around at everyone present.

Unexpectedly, everyone except Tony nodded.

Banner teaches Magical Creatures and Plants, Mordo teaches Close Combat and magic Spells, Wang teaches General magic History and Basic Arcane, Sorcerer Camille teaches...

"Alright, I see it now. Kamar-Taj is indeed in urgent need of talent right now."

Leon looked at Wang: "Wang, compile a list as soon as possible."

Old Wang nodded: "What about student recruitment?"

"Jarvis can handle recruitment. Big data statistics can solve everything."

Tony then suggested, "Once we find suitable people, we can, like Hogwarts, send them acceptance letters with... Iron Man armor!"

"Don't joke, Iron Man armor is not as good as owls." Wang was still thinking about Hogwarts.

"Besides, can big data calculate magic talent? It's something like imagination or willpower, no one can say for sure."

"We have to try, you can't expect good students to just fall from the sky, Wang." Tony said.

Wang still shook his head: "I only listen to the Sorcerer Supreme's decision."

Leon thought for a moment: "In the future, we can refine a magic item similar to the Book of Admittance."

"As for this time, let Jarvis use big data to draft the list."

"It's also simple to test magic talent. Tony has a virtual consciousness immersion technology here. We can create some immersive games, simulate casting conditions in the games, and thus test these people's magic talent."

The virtual consciousness technology came from the Starry Sky World.

There, there were virtual World technologies similar to the War God Palace and the Virtual Universe.

After studying it, Tony used this technology for armor control.

Now it's quite suitable for student recruitment as well.

Chapter 394 Virtual World Helmet

A few days later.

Jarvis compiled a list of excellent students.

The list contained hundreds of thousands of names, the youngest being only eight years old and the oldest forty-five.

They were all of good character, intelligent, and brave.

Old Wang planned to divide the first batch of students into a junior class and an adult class for teaching.

With Tony's financial support, he had already obtained various teaching qualifications in Nepal.

The junior class students would have a six-year schooling period.

Upon graduation, they would receive diplomas ranging from elementary to high school, depending on their age.

At that time, Kamar-Taj would offer options for further study or employment.

The so-called employment naturally meant finding a Holy Place to guard, or being stationed in a certain area to resolve Hell Creature invasions.

The adult class, however, was only four years long, after which students would graduate and receive a university diploma.

Their post-graduation direction would, of course, also be "employment."

Of course, students could also choose not to be employed and instead return to normal life.

However, they would be restricted from using their magic abilities.

The difference between the two schooling systems was that the junior class primarily focused on building a foundation, while the adult class leaned towards accelerated learning and practical combat.

Once all the first batch of students graduated, the Academy would no longer recruit adults.

From then on, each subsequent intake would only recruit teenagers aged 12, cultivating them from their middle school years.

As for the Academy's name, it was finally decided to be the Supreme Mage Academy.

However, the teaching licenses Old Wang obtained were registered under the names Kamar-Taj Middle School and Kamar-Taj University.

They sounded like a series of religious-based schools.

However, the Avengers would endorse Kamar-Taj University.

In the future, its diplomas would be recognized in various countries.

With the list of students, the virtual World helmets, whose hardware was manufactured by Jarvis and Tony and software content woven by Leon, were launched worldwide.

It had been eight months since Tony announced he was Iron Man.

Stark Industries' clean energy had successfully spread across the World for various reasons.

Cities with populations over a million worldwide had basically all installed Stark clean energy power supply networks.

Global energy prices plummeted by half.

Various new energy devices emerged like mushrooms after rain.

This was undoubtedly a World-wide technological revolution.

Accompanying technological revolutions, in addition to a better life, are often wars caused by vested interests.

However, everyone remembered that there was also a Superman on Earth who could remain unharmed in a nuclear explosion.

Thus, all conflicts of interest were limited to the lowest possible impact level.

And Stark Industries' influence radiated throughout the World during the clean energy transition.

Therefore, as soon as the virtual World helmet was put up for pre-sale, it caused a sensation worldwide.

Although official sales had not yet begun, long queues had already formed outside various direct stores.

Major newspapers and media outlets frantically followed and reported on it.

Some thought this was grandstanding.

They cited that smart devices had been launched for less than three years, and a virtual World was completely a castle in the air.

Others thought Tony Stark was a child of miracles.

They said he was the modern Watt, and it was normal for him to achieve astonishing results.

The online arguments were even more heated.

Some of Superman's die-hard fans even said that this must have been due to Superman giving TonyKryptonian technology, which allowed Tony to create it, so Superman was still the greatest.

Below were replies from Superman's haters: Go dream with your Kryptonian dad!

And the confusion of casual Superman fans: Our Superman is an Earthling, right? Not the Kryptonian in the comics, it was mentioned in "Iron Man and Superman: Origins."

There were also the fanatics of the Superman Cult: Superman is an omnipotent God, Tony Stark got His permission to have the creativity, and second floor, tell me your address, I'll send you something.

And at the peak of the fervor, Stark Industries suddenly announced that to give back to consumers, they would randomly give away 200,000 virtual helmets worldwide.

Thus, the most vocal skeptics online also fell silent at this time.

Because they had to quickly leave comments on the official account to participate in the lottery.

Of course, it was said to be a random giveaway, but only tens of thousands would actually be drawn.

Most of these helmets would only be sent to the prospective students on Jarvis's list.

These students were scattered all over the World.

Some were from East Asia, some from the Middle East… it was as random as could be.

Afghanistan.

The wooden door of the Mazari family was suddenly pushed open forcefully from outside.

"Mom! I won, I won at the offline store!" The girl with a ponytail held up the paper in her hand, jumping up and down.

Her mother, who was sitting on the carpet sewing clothes, was startled.

She pulled the little girl over in annoyance and slapped her butt: "What did you win, Shafika!"

"Iron Man's latest virtual helmet, I won!" Shafika Mazari handed the paper to her mother.

"What? You, you won that helmet that sells for over a thousand U.S. dollars?" The mother was extremely surprised, but she couldn't read the words on the paper.

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Not lying! Mom, the salesperson also said that if I play the game in the helmet well, I can even meet Superman!"

Shafika spun around in place, holding the paper high with both hands, her robe twirling.

"I can meet Superman! Oh my God, the last time he really drove away all the bad guys, he never came back here, I can finally thank him!"

The Mazari family had been saved by Superman during his first appearance.

They had always hoped to see Superman again.

The mother, who had originally planned to have the girl sell the helmet to supplement the family income, fell silent for a moment after hearing the girl's words.

"When your father comes back tonight, let's talk to him about it."

In the evening, after the father, who had returned from work outside with his eldest daughter, heard the whole story, he put down his chopsticks and rubbed his youngest daughter's head.

"Then let's try it, Shafika, whether we can see Superman again depends on you."

A few days later, Stark Industries employees came to deliver the equipment.

Shafika put on the helmet with a nervous heart.

Her elderly father curiously asked what the virtual World was like, but he received no response from his daughter.

Her mother and sister also tried calling out a few times, still with no response.

Just as they started to get anxious, Shafika took off the helmet and scratched her head.

"I heard your voices, it's really a real World inside, but there's a beginner's tutorial that you can only exit after finishing."

Her father breathed a sigh of relief: "What kind of game is in there that allows you to see Superman?"

"Let me think, there's 'Kamar-Taj Mage in The Three-Body Problem,' 'Mage Soloing Black Myth,' 'Darkseid Destroys Earth, I Use magic to Turn the Tide,' 'Dormammu Comes, It Doesn't Matter…'"

"These are four-star and five-star difficulties, and there are also simpler ones like 'Los Santos,' 'Men in Black,' 'Spider-Man'…"

"If you clear a four-star difficulty, you might see Superman, and if you perform well in the five-star 'Three-Body Problem,' you can also see him!"

…

On this day, the scene of the Mazari family occurred in 200,000 households worldwide.

Some families chose to sell this opportunity at a high price.

Some families were indifferent, treating it as an ordinary game console and not expecting to see Superman.

And some families began to acquire virtual helmets on the market at high prices.

But no matter how these families reacted, everyone understood that Stark Industries' new product, the virtual helmet, had completely revolutionized the World!

Some people who had experienced the virtual helmet were interviewed, excitedly describing the beauty of the virtual World incoherently.

There were also some lucky ones who wanted to see Superman complaining to the media.

They said "The Three-Body Problem" was nonsensical, "Black Myth" was too difficult, and they were killed by Batman as soon as they entered the "Darkseid" game.

For a time, the online calls urging Stark Industries to advance the official sale date grew louder and louder.

Chapter 395 Divination Teacher: Lilia

While the World was going wild over virtual World helmets, Venerable Liang and Wang arrived in New Jersey.

They were naturally there to recruit teachers for the Academy.

As one of the oldest and most prestigious extraordinary forces on Earth, Kamar-Taj also had extremely convenient access to intelligence.

It only took Wang two days to provide a list of recommendations.

Since they only needed to recruit teachers for Potionology and Divination, Venerable Liang directly checked two names from the list based on his memory.

He also blacked out the name of a Witch named Agatha, instructing Wang to avoid this Witch, who was a blight on the Witch community, when recruiting teachers in the future.

Why was she a blight?

Because Agatha's personality was unpredictable, her actions were uninhibited, and she was a pure egoist.

But her ability was also very overpowered—she could absorb all the magic of anyone who launched an energy attack against her.

Venerable Liang had heard in his previous life that in Season 3 of "What If...?", the parallel UniverseAgatha even drained the power of Celestials members Tiamut and Arishem the Judge.

If such a person entered Kamar-Taj, Venerable Liang suspected that one day when he returned, he would find the Sorcerers drained into mummified corpses.

"Is this the place?"

Venerable Liang and Wang stood in front of a dilapidated shop on a run-down street.

The street was deserted, and the vehicles parked by the roadside were covered in dust.

It made one suspect that this place was usually ignored.

And those who opened shops here either engaged in illegal business or were pure suckers.

"It should be here," Wang took out his notebook and carefully compared it.

He then glanced at the sign hanging in the shop window.

Some letters were missing from it, but it was clear that it originally said "Psychic."

Now Wang was very sure: "This is the place."

The two pushed the door open, and the wind chime behind the door jingled crisply.

The interior decoration of the shop had a strong medieval European style.

Strange decorations hung on the earthy yellow walls.

White candles of varying heights were lit in display cabinets tightly against the walls.

A divination table was placed in the center, with a crystal ball on it.

"Damn it... I suddenly remembered Trelawney's Divination class," Wang muttered to himself.

"We definitely found the right person, because the decor here is even more mysterious than Trelawney's office."

Venerable Liang looked around: "Are you sure? This place actually looks more like a Gypsy Witch's stronghold, like those ancient shamans who sold herbal remedies for diarrhea."

"Hehe, I used to sell potions, but that service is no longer available..."

"May I help you? Past, present, future, I can tell you everything, provided you pay me."

At this moment, a graceful old woman lifted the curtain of the inner room and walked out.

Her hair was coiled at the back of her head, with two curly strands of White hair falling down both sides of her face.

Her deep features gave people a profound and unfathomable feeling.

"She does look a bit like a shamaness," Wang subconsciously picked up on Venerable Liang's words.

Venerable Liang glanced at him: "Say the lines, Wang."

"Oh, right! Let me see."

Wang opened his notebook again.

After a quick scan, he asked the somewhat speechless old woman: "Excuse me, are you Lilia Calderu, right?"

The old woman, who had been leaning against the doorframe, somewhat impatient, suddenly straightened up.

She stared straight at the two.

One hand was hidden under her silk shawl, as if she would do something at any moment.

"Who are you?"

"Cough, cough," Wang cleared his throat, "Madam Calderu, I am Wang, the librarian of Kamar-Taj, and this is our Sorcerer Supreme..."

"Kamar-Taj?"

Before Wang could even finish his self-introduction, Lilia's eyes widened in surprise.

She pulled out her hand from under the shawl, raising both hands in a gesture of surrender, palms facing the two.

"Wait, wait! I haven't, no, I've never had contact with hell, nor with other dimensions, sirs, I am a good Witch!"

Lilia looked at Wang somewhat nervously.

Wang looked at her puzzled: "Of course you are a good Witch, your nearly 450 years of life in the archives show you've never done anything bad, we are here to..."

Suddenly Lilia interrupted him again: "Look closely, the wolf symbolizes wildness and aggression, when this anomaly appears in divination... Hmm, where am I?"

Lilia, who had just been holding up her hands with a nervous expression, suddenly began speaking in an undulating tone about completely unrelated matters.

Like a mental breakdown, a teacher persona within her, who was giving a lecture, had switched out.

"Oh, Venerable Liang? Venerable Liang, good day!"

Lilia saw Venerable Liang at this moment and hurriedly bowed.

Venerable Liang smiled and stepped forward, extending his right hand: "It seems we really found the right person this time."

Lilia's eyes scanned around.

She realized something.

She showed a sudden enlightened smile and shook Venerable Liang's hand.

But as soon as she grasped Venerable Liang's hand, a look of confusion flashed in Lilia's eyes, and her smile froze.

"Um, Master, are you... trying to arrest me?" Lilia chuckled awkwardly.

She seemed to not remember her changes from the minute before.

"No, congratulations on being hired by the Supreme Mage Academy, Lilia," Venerable Liang shook Lilia's hand firmly.

...

Ten minutes later, Wang and Venerable Liang arrived in another area of New Jersey through a portal.

New Jersey has many Witch stories that have been passed down for years.

Legend has it that those Witches, centuries ago, fled from Europe to the U.S. to escape the judgment of the Church, and most of them eventually settled in New Jersey.

The two candidates Venerable Liang had marked on the list were both Witches.

They lived in New Jersey.

Compared to the Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, whose lifespans were less than a hundred years, Witches, who often lived from ancient times to the Middle Ages, and then from the Middle Ages to modern times, undoubtedly performed better in those branches of magic that required the accumulation of knowledge and experience.

"Venerable Liang, I don't understand, that Lilia just now seemed like she had multiple personalities, why did you still hire her?"

Wang followed behind Venerable Liang, full of puzzlement.

"Can she really teach Divination well, won't she scare the students, especially elementary school students aged eight or nine?"

Venerable Liang shook his finger: "Wang, you're wrong, Lilia isn't multiple personalities, her talent in divination is almost unrivaled on the entire Earth."

"That amazing?"

"Let me put it this way, her consciousness can freely travel through her entire timeline of her life."

Venerable Liang said, "What seems like multiple personalities is actually her consciousness from the past or future, traveling to the present."

"Just now she directly called out my name, that was her future self traveling back to her current body."

"And at that future point in time, she was teaching a Divination class."

Wang listened with wide eyes: "She's that amazing!? That sounds incredible!"

"Witches are only inferior to Kamar-Taj in combat power, but they are not necessarily weaker in other aspects," Venerable Liang continued walking.

Wang nodded: "Then the Witch we are going to find next, won't she also be exceptionally talented?"

Chapter 396 Two Witches Enter the Academy for the First Time

Jennifer Kyle's talent isn't as outrageous as Lilia's.

However, her ability in alchemy should not be weak.

Leon's judgments of the two Witches both came from comics he had read.

When he transmigrated, 'Witch Agatha' hadn't been released yet, and he only knew that these two Witches would appear in the series.

And in the comics.

Lilia was a 450-year-old Gypsy Witch.

She was even called the Witch Queen of the Gypsies.

She was born in 1576 and was a Witch by birth.

She had been exiled and persecuted many times for predicting too many tragedies.

But Lilia's ability in the comics wasn't so outrageous that her consciousness could travel through timelines.

If Leon hadn't had a deep understanding of time.

He would have mistakenly thought that Lilia was truly having a fit just now.

With Lilia as a precedent.

Leon couldn't help but look forward to meeting Jennifer next.

A few minutes later.

Leon and Wong stood in front of a U.S. beauty store.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Leon was a little suspicious.

Jennifer, the powerful Witch from a magic family in the comics, who was favored by Doctor Strange.

In the movie Universe, she's actually that bald black girl in the beauty store?

And she had a nose ring, exuding an aura of poverty.

"Let's go in and take a look," Leon said.

The two pushed the door open again.

Jennifer came to greet them.

She showed very strong product marketing skills.

Even when introducing beauty products to two men, she spoke vividly.

At least Leon first confirmed that her eloquence as a teacher was sufficient.

She appeared very cheerful and worldly, her every third sentence was about sales.

Until Wong revealed their intentions.

"Actually, we're here to invite you to join the Mage Academy, but before that, you need to demonstrate your ability."

Wong gestured, "This is similar to an interview... Wait, why are you crying?"

Jennifer was first suspicious after hearing Wong's invitation.

But soon, the smile on her face couldn't hold.

After confirming that the two were indeed Kamar-Taj mages, and one of them was even the Sorcerer Supreme.

Jennifer was like a penguin that had been separated from its flock for many years finding its group again.

She stood DiDi, tears silently streaming down her face.

"Kamar-Taj... But, all my magic mysteriously disappeared a long time ago."

(Taken by Agatha)

"Do you still want a Witch without magic? Wait, can you help me get my magic back?"

"This... getting your magic back is a bit difficult, but Kamar-Taj now has bloodline potions that can generate new magic for you. How do you feel about that?"

Wong felt like he was negotiating salary and compensation.

But Jennifer's lips trembled uncontrollably: "Yes, of course, yes! Please, please let me join the Academy!"

"That's what we're here for, but we need to assess your level first—your level in alchemy."

Then Wong and Jennifer sat down and assessed her alchemy level in a question-and-answer format.

Wong quickly discovered, to his surprise, that Jennifer was completely worthy of being called an alchemy master.

He began to question Leon with his eyes, asking if Jennifer should be hired.

Leon was actually a little disappointed.

The Witch Jennifer in the movie Universe was too different from the one in the comics.

This was originally nothing, but the previous Lilia had raised his expectations.

"Your level is sufficient to be the Academy's alchemy teacher, Jennifer."

Leon also extended his hand: "But you need to have an image befitting a teacher, can you accept that?"

Jennifer trembled as she shook his hand: "Of course, I can accept anything! No, I'll take off all my accessories right now!"

Jennifer quickly removed her nose ring, rings, and bracelets, and completely removed her makeup.

Leon and Wong exchanged glances and shrugged—

The teacher recruitment process successfully concluded.

...

In the Small World.

Wong took Lilia and Jennifer and introduced them to everything there.

As for Leon, the Sorcerer Supreme had already gone home to bask in the Sun.

The two Witches stood on the head of a giant dragon, full of wonder.

They had already signed employment contracts with Leon under the witness of Vishanti.

And they signed for a hundred years at once.

If Leon hadn't stopped them, they could have signed for even longer.

"Master Wong, you said these giant dragons are mounts for students, but the number seems insufficient," Lilia asked.

She nervously clutched the dragon saddle, afraid of falling off.

After all, she was over four hundred years old and couldn't handle much trouble.

"Master Banner is still training other dragons. Oh, just right, look, he's training over there!" Wong shouted, pointing into the distance.

As the distance closed, the two Witches saw clearly and heard clearly.

Amidst piercing wails and Impact sounds echoing through the sky.

A green figure, holding a dragon's head, was constantly being thrown around.

When that dragon was thrown until it whimpered like a dog begging for mercy.

The green figure then let go of the dragon in his hand and crooked his finger at the other dragons circling several times nearby.

There were hundreds of giant dragons surrounding him.

But those giant dragons neither dared to attack nor dared to escape.

Until the green figure became a little impatient.

Only then was a unlucky giant dragon pushed out by the other dragons.

As soon as it stepped out, the green figure began to twist his fists with a sinister smile.

"Ahem ~ Ahem ~ Ow!"

That dragon made a fawning donkey bray to curry favor.

But it was immediately grabbed by the head by the green figure and started wrestling.

The giant dragons all covered their eyes with their wings, unable to bear the sight or sound.

And not far from the outer perimeter of the giant dragons, at the top of a large tree.

There was another slender figure dressed in a green robe.

He was intently watching the green big guy wrestle with the giant dragons.

From time to time, he would clench his fist and shout, "That's right! Just like that!"

Compared to the miserable giant dragons, the exhilaration on this person's face was particularly obvious.

In the sky above, Lilia and Jennifer watched, their mouths agape, dumbfounded.

This, this is Kamar-Taj?

No wonder, no wonder.

No wonder they could protect the Earth dimension for hundreds or thousands of years.

It turns out there are so many talented people.

So many talented people.

Lilia had lived for hundreds of years, what hadn't she seen...?

But she had never seen this scene!

She swallowed: "That Master Banner is truly... too powerful. Are the other mages here also like this?"

"Of course not..."

"Ha!!" Wong was about to deny it when a long shout suddenly came from afar.

Diana, holding a Uru metal hammer weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, leaped into the sky.

That valiant figure raised the great hammer and descended from the sky.

It heavily struck a piece of metal being forged.

The explosive Impact pushed away circles of dust.

The heavy thud echoed through the heavens and Earth, like striking one's heart, making one almost want to vomit blood.

"Then, who is that?" Jennifer asked cautiously.

"That's the Academy's alchemy teacher. She's doing alchemy, please don't worry," Wong said with a smile.

Jennifer and Lilia simultaneously tilted their heads back.

This is alchemy!?

She's probably forging a divine artifact, isn't she?

"After all, it's Kamar-Taj... This is normal, this is normal," Lilia whispered.

She thought to herself, so this is what they mean by 'the reputation is not unfounded'.

The giant dragon continued to fly forward.

Wong continued: "From now on, Banner and Miss Prince will both be your colleagues. You can get along well."

The two hundred-year-old Witches nodded like pounding garlic: "We will, we will! We will definitely get along well!"

"Alright, ahead is the floating island where the Academy is located. Prepare to land."

Wong directed the giant dragon to land and then said, "Besides dragons and thunderbirds, you can also ride brooms for travel."

"Ride brooms?" Jennifer paused.

"Is there a problem?" Wong asked.

"No problem! How could there be a problem?" Jennifer immediately waved her hands.

Actually, in the Witch world, riding brooms for flight was an outdated bad habit, representing the prejudices of the feudal era.

Nowadays, very few or almost no Witches ride brooms.

But could riding brooms at Kamar-Taj be the same?

That's returning to the true nature of magic! It's using magic in the most reasonable way!

Thinking this, Jennifer suddenly missed her broom, which she hadn't ridden in over a hundred years.

Chapter 397 Do you know how I spent these three days?

Chapter 397: Do You Know How I Spent These Three Days?

The giant dragon landed on the spacious platform.

Wang, accompanied by two Witches, climbed off the dragon's back.

Then he patted the dragon's head.

"Go on, go play with Hulk."

Upon hearing the name Hulk, the giant dragon immediately shivered.

It quickly nudged Wang with its head, begging him to let it stay.

The other two dragons also let out low whimpers, like sad little puppies crying.

There were probably no dragons in the World more aggrieved or humble than those in Kamar-Taj.

Old Wang rubbed the dragon's snout: "Alright, you can stay here, but you absolutely must not run around."

The three giant dragons immediately nodded their heads like sewing machines.

Old Wang shook his head and waved to the two Witches: "Follow me, I'll give you a tour of the academy."

The two Witches repeatedly said okay, following closely behind Old Wang, their attitudes incredibly respectful.

Although Wang had no intention of deliberately asserting his authority.

But anyone who had seen the various scenes along the way would probably not be able to say no at this moment.

After touring the academy and assigning them their residences and offices, Old Wang led the two Witches towards the conference room.

"Next, I'll introduce you to your other colleagues," Old Wang said as he walked.

"Because most of the students trained by the academy will eventually join Kamar-Taj, your joining the academy is equivalent to joining Kamar-Taj… well, at least half of it.

Therefore, there are some things you also need to know.

First, Kamar-Taj's duty is to resist invasions from other dimensions; this is well-known.

However, the current Kamar-Taj is a bit different.

We have two… no, three allies.

One is the Avengers; they handle disputes involving supernatural powers within Earth.

Another is the Men in Black; they deal with all matters between Earth and extraterrestrials.

The last one is Asgard, yes, the Norse gods.

They haven't been to Earth for hundreds of years.

However, not long ago, we at Kamar-Taj defeated them in a challenge, so the two sides formed an alliance.

Now, Asgard's second prince, Loki, is on Earth.

You should have seen him just now.

He was the one shouting in the forest, wearing a green cloak.

His divine power has been sealed by Odin, but you still need to show respect when you see him."

The two Witches followed Old Wang, listening in awe.

The people Kamar-Taj usually dealt with were indeed much higher-level than those they encountered.

Dimensional beings were one thing; some Witches could also summon minor minions, so it wasn't too mysterious.

But the Norse gods were legendary deities.

For such beings to form an alliance with Kamar-Taj was truly unimaginable.

"We've arrived at the conference room."

"Don't be nervous; these are all the main teachers of the academy, and they're all good people."

Old Wang shouted the opening command to the wooden door of the conference room: "Recruit students quickly."

Then he stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for the wooden door to open.

On the wooden door was a portrait of Pythagoras, a former Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj.

This portrait was made and hung up by Old Wang.

With Lyon's help two days ago, he borrowed a wisp of soul from each past Sorcerer Supreme from Vishanti.

Now, the portraits of various Sorcerers are hanging on the walls or doors of the academy.

At this moment, Pythagoras, who was dozing in the portrait, glanced at Wang.

He said slowly, "Incorrect."

"What's incorrect?" Old Wang didn't understand.

"The password is incorrect."

"How is that possible? Did they change the opening command? But Lyon said I'm in charge here, you have to let me in," Old Wang said.

"Lyon did say that… alright, you can go in. Remember the new password — All-nighter tonight," Pythagoras said, opening the door.

Hearing the new password, Old Wang had a bad feeling.

As the wooden door swung open,

five figures were revealed, slumped around the round table in the spacious conference room.

They had tossed their wooden chairs aside, all having switched to ergonomic recliners.

Each of the five had a virtual reality helmet on their heads, clearly immersed in a virtual World.

Seeing their serene, corpse-like postures,

Old Wang almost couldn't catch his breath.

He walked to the table and tapped the surface with his knuckles, trying to call the five game-addicted fellows out of the virtual World.

"Gentlemen… Gentlemen, Gentlemen!!"

However, his voice gradually rose, almost turning into a roar.

Yet no one took off their helmet or exited the game.

Old Wang took a deep, stifled breath.

Then he turned back and forced a smile at the two Witches.

"You see, I told you these colleagues are very easy to get along with."

Jennifer chuckled and nodded, unable to help but say, "The Sorcerers must have stayed up all night preparing for the opening of the school, which is why they're sleeping so soundly."

"Sleeping?" Old Wang, however, sneered, "They're not sleeping; they're just dead."

Just as Old Wang rolled up his sleeves, preparing to personally remove the five men's helmets,

the five suddenly pulled off their helmets and cried out.

Their wailing was as if they had had some important limb severed in the game.

Both despairing and pained.

Tony threw his helmet onto the table, clutching his hair, his already pale face marked with dark circles under his eyes.

"Holy crab! This 'Three-Body Problem' is impossible to beat!"

Tony seemed to want validation.

He slammed the table, facing Mordo beside him.

"The Trisolarans aren't the final BOSS? What was Lyon thinking? He said it was adapted from the original novel, was the original novel written like this too?"

Mordo also looked pained: "Why did our use of the Dark Forest Law to contain the Trisolarans, and then our infiltration of their fleet using the Mystic Art of Portals, result in the Solar System becoming a painting? Is the game bugged?"

Betty shook her head: "No, no, a stronger enemy arrived. They used a dimensionality reduction strike on the Solar System!"

"What is a dimensionality reduction strike?" Grandmaster Hamir asked.

Tony rubbed his forehead: "I forgot you Sorcerers know nothing about physics."

"Betty means there's a more advanced civilization that used a weapon capable of altering rules to reduce the three-dimensional Solar System to two dimensions."

Tony said with a frown, "Ever since I learned about the Dark Forest Law, I suspected this game's worldview was vast, but I never imagined the gap would be this huge…"

Old Wang, standing by, was completely bewildered.

"Stop! Stop! Did you guys stay up all night here playing online games?"

Old Wang angrily pointed at the two Witches.

"Three days, do you know how I spent these three days?"

"I was in charge of recruiting teachers. To investigate intelligence and draw up a list, I didn't get a good night's sleep for two or three nights."

"And you, seven of you were in charge of recruitment, and you were just playing games here? And the password was changed to 'All-nighter tonight'?"

Old Wang felt that this academy was definitely doomed; these people were simply a makeshift crew.

"Calm down, calm down, Wang, in fact, we were preparing for recruitment," Tony said, spreading his hands.

"Since we're using games for recruitment, we have to experience and evaluate the game's difficulty and reliability, don't we?"

He began to bluster, with seemingly valid reasons.

"The first game we tried to evaluate was 'The Three-Body Problem'."

"For three whole days, we only uncovered a corner of this game's truth."

"Considering the difficulty of this game, I suspect Lyon actually doesn't intend to recruit at all."

"Or he plans to recruit Odin, Ancient One, or some other Superman."

Chapter 398 Admission Invitation

"Is it that exaggerated?" Wang was a bit skeptical.

"If you don't believe it, then come try it together."

Tony turned around, pulled three helmets from a box, and tossed them to Wang and the two Witches.

"The old lady and the fashionable woman over there are the newly recruited teachers? You two come along too."

The two Witches had just arrived and were already given nicknames.

But they still, along with Wang, held their helmets, full of doubt, and moved wooden chairs to sit down.

Before putting on the helmets, Tony began to make arrangements.

"Alright, this time we have eight people. In the online mode of "The Three-Body Problem," we can replace any characters in the story."

"So, this time, Wang, you'll replace Luo Ji. Old lady, you'll replace Ye Wenjie. Oh, by the way, you can speak Chinese, right…?"

The obsession of Tony and the others was just a microcosm of the entire World.

After Stark Industries officially released the virtual World helmets, the entire World exploded.

People discovered that the virtual reality mentioned in the advertisements truly simulated reality.

—At least from a human sensory perspective, this was indeed the case.

After players put on their helmets and finished the novice tutorial, they would first arrive in a private room.

In the room, everyone would suspect they had returned to reality just by glancing at the environment.

Here, there were tactile, visual, olfactory, auditory, and gustatory sensations that were as real as could be.

In the adult version, even self-stimulation could be felt.

After leaving the room, players would be teleported to a giant cyberpunk city.

The city had intelligent programs selling various drinks, food, and services of all kinds.

Those foods tasted exactly the same as in reality, with almost no flaws, except that they needed to be purchased with game coins.

As for the game coins in this cyberpunk city, they were either obtained by clearing games that came with the virtual helmet or by working for AI (Jarvis) in the cyberpunk city.

Just an hour after the virtual helmets went on sale, there were numerous calls on the internet for the opening of top-up channels.

However, Lyon originally only intended to use these virtual World helmets for recruitment, so it was naturally impossible to open top-up channels and manage them diligently.

As for Tony, who didn't care about money, there was even less to say. He directly had Jarvis modify his game coins to unlimited in the backend, and then he plunged into "The Three-Body Problem."

As more and more players poured into the game to earn game coins, "The Three-Body Problem," which was previously described as inexplicable, also began to unleash its charm.

The scenes of spatial dimensionality reduction and Universe collapse in the game were all edited by Lyon based on his understanding of spatial rules.

It could be said that there was not much difference from the real scenes.

As long as someone could play to the corresponding parts, they would definitely be deeply shocked.

In addition to earning game coins, some people entered the game to see Superman.

For the first 200,000 people who received the virtual helmets as gifts, Lyon promised that they could see Superman if they cleared a four-star game.

—The BOSSes of four-star games were all Father-level powerhouses like Dormammu and Darkseid.

If someone could really clear a four-star game using the magic system in the game, then Lyon would naturally have to meet them in person.

After all, although the game did provide players with a magic system, the upper limit of the magic level supported by the system was only equivalent to that of an ordinary mage of Kamar-Taj.

In fact, the magic in the magic system still had to be cultivated by the players themselves.

Except for having no magic power and no way to communicate with dimensional energy, everything else was almost consistent with the cultivation of mages in reality.

And Lyon's recruitment standard for the recruitment team was to recruit those who could learn the Mystic Art of Portals, Vishanti Protection Spells, and other magic within one week from Jarvis's initial list.

However, because Tony and others were addicted to the game and couldn't extricate themselves, the recruitment task has now fallen entirely on Jarvis alone.

… … … …

Afghanistan, Mazari's home.

After dinner, Shafika Mazari immediately threw herself onto the bed and put on her virtual Worldhelmet.

For the past three days, besides helping her mother with housework, she had spent almost all her time in the virtual World.

To ensure she could see Superman, she aimed to clear the game.

Her first task was to try games above four stars one by one. She discarded "The Three-Body Problem," which she couldn't understand, and then discarded "Dormammu" and "Darkseid," which she found too difficult…

Finally, Shafika chose "Black Myth."

In the game, she was a little girl by the roadside, who had to learn magic while helping a monkey named Heavenly Mandated One find all six staffs.

Now, the monkey had been killed over thirty times by a White-haired wolf named Ling Xuzi, and she had also restarted the game over thirty times.

But today, she felt that she could master the magic called Mystic Art of Portals, so she would definitely be able to help the monkey clear Ling Xuzi!

Entering the game, she once again helped the monkey from the beginning until they reached Ling Xuzi's level.

Shafika pulled Heavenly Mandated One: "Monkey Big Brother, wait for me for a while."

The speechless monkey stood aside, holding its stick.

Shafika took a deep breath, calmed herself, and began to draw circles in the air with her hand.

She followed the system prompts exactly, concentrating and believing that she could open a door to her desired destination.

This was a very difficult magic. Shafika had been practicing it repeatedly for three days.

When she moved her fingers, tiny golden-yellow sparks would appear in the air.

Compared to the previous two days, this was already a huge improvement, even just one step away from success.

Shafika practiced for two and a half hours straight.

Heavenly Mandated One watched from the side, holding his stick, neither urging nor disturbing her.

Finally, at a certain moment, Shafika stared intently at her fingertips, slowly drawing circles.

The sporadic sparks gradually increased, finally forming a line and then a circle.

On the opposite side of the circle formed by the sparks was the passage behind Ling Xuzi!

"I succeeded… I succeeded!!"

Shafika jumped up and down with her arms raised, "I finally learned the Mystic Art of Portals!"

After a long period of joyful excitement, she quickly pointed to the opposite side of the portal.

She said to the monkey: "Monkey Big Brother, hurry and go inside, quietly walk past the big White wolf from behind, so you won't be killed by it!"

The monkey nodded and stepped through the portal with its stick.

However, as soon as he crossed over and appeared behind Ling Xuzi, the big White wolf in the temple courtyard suddenly turned its head.

The AI system trained by Jarvis would not allow people to exploit bugs.

"Ah, it's bad…"

Shafika covered her mouth.

A few minutes later, Shafika exited the game from the game over screen and returned to her small room in the virtual World.

"Even learning the Mystic Art of Portals isn't enough. How can I win? Is Ling Xuzi really the strongest BOSS?"

Shafika plopped down on the bed, holding her small head in her hands, looking troubled.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a system message notification sound rang out.

"A system message?"

Shafika opened the email and read it with confusion.

"Dear player Shafika:

Congratulations on learning the Mystic Art of Portals in just three days.

Now, please allow me to very happily invite you to join our Supreme Mage Academy.

We believe your talent will shine brightly at the Mage Academy, leading to a more fantastical and wonderful life.

If you agree to enroll, please click confirm on the system interface.

We will have Nightmares send you to the school on the day of the opening ceremony, March 7th.

By the way, you can also see Superman at the school.

The teaching content of the Supreme Mage Academy is as follows…

Finally, we look forward to your choice.

Signed: Jarvis, Secretary to the Dean of the Supreme Mage Academy."

Shafika finished reading the email, her small mouth slowly widening: "magic school? Is it in the game, or in reality… No way…"

Chapter 399 Ye Qi is coming

Chapter 399 Nightmares Are Here

"Young Master Leon, someone has learned the Mystic Art of Portals and met our enrollment standards."

"So fast? Who is it?"

"It's an eight-year-old girl from Afghanistan, Shafika Mazari. You should remember her."

"Shafika… Let me think. Is it the family I rescued from the Ten Rings Gang's thugs?"

Leon was still a bit surprised when he received Jarvis's reminder.

Someone actually managed to learn the Mystic Art of Portals in three days, guided only by the system's AI.

The talent this represented was not low; in fact, it could be called very strong.

Even Doctor Strange took three days to learn the Mystic Art of Portals.

Of course, the two cannot be compared directly.

When Doctor Strange learned magic, he also went through a process of his worldview collapsing, self-doubt, and rebuilding his beliefs.

In the game, players only need to treat magic as part of the setting and continue practicing.

Moreover, adults do not have the pure hearts of children.

Their minds have long been forged by reality into a copper wall and iron barrier that wind cannot penetrate and light cannot shine through.

But teenagers still fantasize all day about Men in Black arriving in a helicopter to pick them up, telling them they are the savior they need.

When they discover magic in the game that requires hard practice to cast,

these children can practice tirelessly until they are proficient in casting spells.

Adults, however, cannot practice exactly as the system prompts, like children.

Things like concentrating and imagining the destination of a portal, they often just feel it's an act of deliberate mystification.

For example, this time.

Stephen Strange was also on Jarvis's pre-enrollment list.

But he never even thought about clearing four- or five-star difficulty games.

Even if he occasionally entered a few times,

but after seeing the foolish and tedious magic instruction,

he immediately exited the game with disdain.

Instead, it was the indulgent life in the game "Los Santos" and spending all day drinking and enjoying services in Cyber City that captivated Strange and made him obsessed.

Leon said to Jarvis, "Keep an eye on the other prospective students. Oh, is Strange still playing robbery in Los Santos?"

"No, he's currently street racing in 'Sherlock Holmes,' Young Master."

"Alright, he'll come knocking himself when he gets into a car accident in 2016."

… … … …

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Tony and the others still hadn't managed to clear "The Three-Body Problem."

But Jarvis had already completed his freshman admission work.

A total of 486 prospective students received an admission invitation from Jarvis.

Among them, 345 signed the electronic agreement and agreed to enroll, with an admission rate close to one in a thousand.

Strange's name was certainly not among them; this magical genius was already hopelessly addicted to street racing and robbery.

And today, March 7th, was the official opening day of the Supreme Mage Academy.

… … … …

On this day, the Mazari family all woke up early.

Shafika's father and sister did not go out to work.

Her mother also put Shafika in a brand new robe that was usually saved for festivals.

In the small adobe house, the family waited with anticipation and trepidation for the Nightmaresmentioned in the admission notice to arrive.

The moment Shafika confirmed her enrollment in the game half a month ago,

a red-sealed envelope inexplicably appeared in her home.

It was a physical admission letter from the Supreme Mage Academy.

According to her parents, who were chatting after dinner at the time,

the letter seemed to have fallen from heaven, appearing before them without any warning.

So the family had unwavering faith in the Mage Academy.

Moreover, the admission letter stated that the academy's principal was the Superman they had all been yearning for.

What more did they have to hesitate about?

No matter how bad the situation was, it was better than letting Shafika grow up in this gloomy adobe house.

What's more, a magic academy sounded very mysterious and noble.

It made one think of the magnificent halls and exquisite delicacies of ancient palaces.

The Mazari family's door was wide open, ready to welcome the Nightmare from the academy at any moment.

As the shadow of the sunlight at the door grew shorter, and morning turned into afternoon,

Shafika's father couldn't help but pace in circles inside the house.

"Didn't the admission notice say when this Mr. Nightmare would pick you up?" Her father's old leather shoes stopped with a pat.

Shafika shook her head: "No, it only said today, Dad, you saw it too."

Her father patted his head: "I'm just a bit worried if I missed something."

The room quickly fell silent again.

To entertain the Nightmare, the family had even prepared a relatively luxurious lunch for them.

Now the Nightmare hadn't arrived, and lunch had grown cold.

They had no desire to eat, and didn't even feel hungry.

Shafika sat on a small stool, hands propping up her face, gazing expectantly at the doorway, hoping a head with a magic hat would emerge.

She felt time was passing too slowly.

Until at a certain moment, a leisurely clip-clop of hooves came from outside the door, approaching from afar, gradually becoming clearer.

The family simultaneously stood up, eyes fixed on the doorway.

Nearby households only kept donkeys or cows.

Such clear and pleasant hoofbeats must be Mr. Nightmare from the magic Academy riding his horse!

Listen to those hoofbeats, how noble they are, each step as mysterious as if treading on clouds.

Mr. Mazari felt this was exactly how a magician should make an entrance in his mind.

He quickly straightened his yellowed blue tie, pulled straight the old suit he had specifically changed into, and smoothed his wife's and two daughters' hair.

The family stood together, watching the doorway as if posing for a family photo.

The hoofbeats grew closer and closer, the crisp sound drawing the trepidation in their hearts up to the sky.

Finally, the other party reached the doorway and stopped.

Then, a pitch-black head peered in.

The head resembled a horse, yet also a dragon, but in any case, it was skeletal, without any flesh.

And its eyes had no pupils, a grayish-white like cataracts.

The family was startled; if they hadn't been mentally prepared, they would have certainly thought the God of Death had come for them.

"Mr. Nightmare? Is that Mr. Nightmare?"

Mr. Mazari patted his daughter's hand and cautiously greeted the person on the 'horse's' back.

The 'horse' tilted its head, seemingly glancing at him, then clip-clopped its way in.

This was a creature with a body very much like a horse.

But it had no flesh or blood on its body, only shriveled black skin clinging tightly to its bones.

Between its prominent shoulder blades, it had a pair of bat-like wings.

Once it entered the house, it occupied most of the space.

But there was no Mr. Nightmare on its back, only a saddle tied to it.

A piece of paper was attached to the saddle, and a small bag hung from it.

"Where is Mr. Nightmare? There's a note on it…"

Even standing still, the Nightmare gave off a Strange and ominous feeling.

The brave Shafika scurried forward, took off the note, and read it aloud.

"Dear Miss Mazari, please straddle the Nightmare's back, hold its neck tightly, and it will safely deliver you to the first stop on your journey to the academy, Kamar-Taj…"

Shafika blinked, turned back, and pointed at the 'horse,' her brown curly hair fluttering.

"Dad, that's Mr. Nightmare!"

Chapter 400: Gate of the Supreme Mage Academy

After a brief moment of awkwardness, Shafika continued to read the contents of the note.

It turned out that the small bag on the horse's back contained Stark Industries' latest communication device, a thumb-sized square crystal, gifted by the Academy.

There was also a set of pre-prepared mage robes.

The note also mentioned the tuition fee requirement, which was as high as tens of thousands of U.S. dollars per year.

However, it emphasized that there was no need to worry about tuition.

Tuition could be settled at the end of the academic year.

And all students, as long as they worked part-time at the Academy (for example, helping Jennifer refine magic potions), could save at least twenty thousand U.S. dollars annually, in addition to paying their tuition.

If they received an Academy excellence scholarship, they could receive a one-time payment of one hundred thousand U.S. dollars.

The Dean's scholarship started at one million U.S. dollars.

This so-called tuition fee was actually a disguised form of punishment mechanism—if one did not study hard or participate in practical training, they would have to pay a fine of tens of thousands of U.S. dollars.

The small note caused the family's emotions to fluctuate.

The tens of thousands of U.S. dollars in tuition almost overwhelmed them.

But the subsequent series of generous benefits for students, from the opposite perspective, directly broke their psychological defense.

Mr. Mazari was still dazed when he finally lifted Shafika, who had changed into her mage robes, onto the Nightmares' back.

They had no doubt about the words on the note.

Because the transparent crystal communication device alone, from the small bag, was sold for tens of thousands of U.S. dollars on the market.

Shafika comforted her father: "Father, I will study hard! When I come back for the holidays, I will definitely be able to get our family a big house!"

Mr. Mazari looked at his daughter, his heart filled with mixed emotions; the family's pillar seemed to have suddenly changed.

The family stood at the door, bidding farewell to the Nightmares.

'Whoosh'

The Nightmares exhaled warm air from its nose, patiently waiting for the family to say goodbye.

Mr. and Mrs. Mazari gently kissed their daughter's forehead goodbye.

They told her to call home often.

Her elder sister held Shafika's arm, enviously asking her younger sister to tell her about the Mage Academy when she returned.

Finally, Shafika softly said goodbye, and the Nightmares spread its wings and ascended into the sky.

The ground grew farther and farther away.

Shafika looked down, tears in her eyes, waving vigorously.

In her eyes, the reflection of the adobe house grew smaller and smaller, but the World grew larger and larger.

Her parents and sister became black dots, which she could only imagine in her mind, gradually blurring.

And the image of the Supreme Mage Academy, at this moment, gradually became clear in her heart.

After the Nightmares flew for a distance in the air, the thumb-sized crystal communicator in Shafika's hand emitted a "beep-beep" sound, projecting a waiting call screen.

After answering, a gentle and kind middle-aged male voice came through.

"Hello, dear Miss Mazari, I am Jarvis, the Academy Principal's secretary.

Please confirm one last time whether you wish to join the Supreme Mage Academy and agree to all the terms in the admission notice."

Shafika had already studied the agreement with her father.

There was actually only one clause on it, which was 'post-graduation arrangements'.

That is, after graduation, if one did not obey the Academy's work arrangements, the use of their magicpower would be restricted.

If a graduate used magic to cause any negative impact or destruction in the mundane World, the Academy would have unlimited right to pursue accountability.

(For example, if a graduate summoned Dormammu to Earth, the Academy would directly send that student to the Dark Dimension.)

"I confirm!" Shafika said firmly.

As her voice fell, she vaguely seemed to see a parchment turn into specks of light and disappear, and three indescribable beings cast their gazes upon her.

Only after she came into contact with magic in the future did Shafika realize that she had signed an agreement with the Academy under the witness of Vishanti.

"Alright, congratulations on officially joining the Supreme Mage Academy.

I wish you a pleasant study life, Miss Mazari."

The middle-aged male voice hung up after giving his blessing.

Shafika hugged the Nightmares' neck, wondering where Kamar-Taj was.

Suddenly, golden sparks flickered in front of the Nightmares, rapidly expanding into a circular Mystic Art of Portals.

Behind the Mystic Art of Portals was a cluster of oriental temple-style buildings, their ancient bricks and tiles seemingly displaying a glorious history.

The Nightmares then began to accelerate, lowering its head and charging into the Mystic Art of Portals.

Shafika exclaimed, "This is the Mystic Art of Portals!? Can it also be used in reality?"

It turned out that the magic in the game came from the Academy.

No wonder she received an admission invitation as soon as she learned the Mystic Art of Portals.

Shafika grew even more curious.

She couldn't help but wonder, if her magic became very powerful, would she be able to help Heavenly Mandated One in 'Black Myth' retrieve his six roots?

Currently, she and Heavenly Mandated One were blocked by the big black bear guarding the first root.

They had been fighting for a week and still hadn't defeated it.

Instead, she had learned a new magic—Setorak's Crimson Bands.

With excitement in her heart, Shafika was carried by the Nightmares, soaring over the rooftops of one temple after another, finally landing on a wide training ground.

Many people were already there.

Hundreds of Nightmares gathered on one side, standing quietly, like a group of God of Death's envoys.

On the other side were the new students, like Shafika, who had changed into the Academy's mage robes.

The youngest new student looked less than ten years old, while the oldest had crow's feet like an old grandmother.

After Shafika slid off the Nightmares, the Nightmares silently walked into its own group.

She was somewhat caught off guard.

The Nightmares was the only familiar person—no, creature—to her here.

Everyone else was a stranger.

Shafika was only eight years old.

She looked at so many unfamiliar faces on the large training ground.

Suddenly, she felt a little flustered.

Those blue, green, black, brown, and even purple eyes, as well as the various hair colors she had only seen in books before, made Shafika suddenly realize that she would have to learn to introduce herself to strangers from now on.

"Hi, you're also a new student, right? You look like you're from the Middle East, aren't you?"

Suddenly, someone familiar patted Shafika's shoulder.

Shafika turned around, and the blonde, blue-eyed girl smiled and extended her hand to her.

"I'm Sherry, Sherry Birkin! I'm also a new student in the junior class.

If you have any difficulties or questions in the future, you can always find me!"

Sherry patted her newly developing chest: "Everyone calls me Kingpin of the school, but I think I'm actually Supergirl of the school!"

"Uh, I, I don't understand what you're saying…" Shafika was a little flustered.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't very good at English, and it would be terrible if the Academy taught in English.

"Oh, this is… a foreign language.

You can use the device given by the Academy to translate!"

Sherry helped Shafika open the communication crystal and selected the translation function on the projection screen.

Then she re-introduced herself.

The crystal also simultaneously converted her words, in their original tone, into Pashto, which Shafikaspoke.

Shafika immediately widened her eyes: "How amazing! I, I am Shafika Mazari, but… who is Kingpin?"

"Kingpin, he's a very, very bad guy," Sherry whispered.

"Then, are you, are you also very bad?"

"Of course not, that's why I should be Supergirl of the school."

Shafika looked up, curiously examining Sherry.

This big sister looked very sunny and confident, and indeed seemed to be a good person.

"Big sister, do you know what we're supposed to do now?"

"We're waiting for the Vice Principal to take us to the school."

Sherry said, "Shafika, you're actually the last one to arrive."

"There are 345 students enrolled this time, and you are the 345th.

Everyone has just arrived not long ago."

"You see that chubby, somewhat fierce-looking person over there? That's the Vice Principal."

"Once everyone is here, he'll take us into the school for the opening ceremony."

Shafika nodded thoughtfully, then exclaimed, "Big sister, you know so much."

Sherry, who had been trained by Natasha's sisters for half a year and had become quite cheerful and a little sly, curved her lips.

"Because I have someone behind me!"

Shafika's mouth dropped open: "Behind you…"

She craned her neck to look, and the fierce, chubby Vice Principal, who had been far away before, had appeared behind Sherry at some point.

"There really is someone!"

"Huh?" A question mark appeared above Sherry's head.

She slowly turned around, and Master Wang was behind her, hands behind his back, looking down at her.

"Naughty again!" Master Wang pointed at little Sherry from a distance.

Then he cast a loud voice spell on himself.

"Everyone, come to me now and follow me."

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