The Witrum of the Marvel Universe

Only the little spider's spider senses kept giving him an uncomfortable feeling, but when he looked around and saw nothing, he assumed it was just his imagination.

at the same time.

Inside a classroom at Midtown High School.

"Harry! ~ Harry! ~ Harry!"

There seemed to be a voice that didn't exist, echoing in Harry's mind, but upon closer listening, it seemed to be just an illusion.

Harry, who was in class, clutched his increasingly unbearable headache and suddenly stood up from his seat.

All the eyes of the teachers and students in the classroom were on him.

She looked at him strangely.

"I...I'm going out for a bit!"

With that, Harry hurriedly left the classroom.

Gwen, who was biting her pen and struggling with the math problems on the stage, fell into deep thought upon seeing this scene.

Harry clutched his aching head, feeling dazed and confused, and somehow found himself in the basement of his own Osborn Building.

"How come there's a basement here?"

Harry shook his head, which was already blurry, and following some inexplicable feeling, pulled out a can of... Green Goblin Potion from under the hidden control panel.

His intuition told him that as long as he injected this substance into his body, all the pain would disappear.

He did as instructed.

Even he himself didn't know how he learned to use the control panel next to him, but he just did.

When the Green Goblin potion turned into mist and entered Harry's body, the little Green Goblin... was born!

At the same time, a scene that seemed to be his father's last moments flooded his mind.

Harry burst into tears. "Father, was it all your guidance that led me through this?"

He stood up again, his eyes filled with hatred. "I will avenge you!"

Hidden in the mezzanine, unseen by Harry, Mephisto watched all his actions and smiled with satisfaction.

Leon stood in the training field, letting Phantom Cat put on his armor to train him to withstand attacks.

I just hope I can become more resilient; it would be embarrassing if the Berserker Beast killed me instantly.

Meanwhile, he also had the leisure to browse today's headlines.

Unsurprisingly, the screen was dominated by yesterday's selection program for the Global Guardian Company and the subsequent attack by the evil villains.

Among these many trending topics, only one had nothing to do with the Global Guard Company.

[Shocking! The nation's forces turn the tide and defeat the villainous quartet!]

The famous €€€€€WOT publicity department.

The footage was taken in a prison.

It's a photo of a rhinoceros-man, a scorpion, and someone lying reluctantly on the ground, with the motherland stepping on them.

Leon was speechless.

No wonder he was wondering why Homelander, who clearly came to cause trouble that day, disappeared without a trace before he even succeeded.

I thought they were afraid of me.

Now it seems she was clearly there to steal the credit! She wanted to shoot footage so that the PR department of Walter Corporation could boost her personal popularity.

They value popularity above all else.

As expected of you, Azu.

That's so sexy.

Inside the Phantom Cat armor, Katie, while pounding Leon's chest with her little fists, making the ground shake with each blow, panted heavily as she said, "Of the people the junior team saved today, some want our hero to be their bodyguard, and some want to sponsor us. What do you think?"

“Our superheroes are here to save America’s suffering citizens, how can they be bodyguards for private individuals?”

"He gave 30 million."

"Well, on the other hand, it's not impossible when there are more heroes in the future, but let's forget about it for now."

"As for sponsorship, you can handle it. Reject all those who want to invest. I don't want to be ridden on by a bunch of people."

"As for endorsements, our hero could take them."

When it comes to using advertising endorsements, the neighboring Wotech Group has really come up with some creative ideas.

For example, the locomotive has endorsed more than one item, including running shoes, beverages, and toys.

It can be described as the ultimate in commercialization.

"Excuse me, may I bother you?"

A voice suddenly came from above. The two looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure shrouded in a yellow robe slowly descending.

Leon almost thought he had met Hastur, the Yellow King from the Cthulhu Mythos.

I remember there's a Cthulhu Mythos in the Marvel universe too. For example, the "Eye Demon," a dimensional ruler even more powerful than Dormammu, is an Old One.

The hood was pulled back, revealing a gentle, elderly, bald woman.

Ancient One!

Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

This is someone on Earth whom he has never dared to provoke. Why would he take the initiative to come knocking on his door?

If we say that the Ancient One is the strongest being on Earth, no one should question it.

On this tiny patch of Earth, the other side can ignore Dormammu, beat up Mephisto, and treat the extradimensional demons like clowns.

He is a superhuman being on par with Odin, the ruler of the Nine Realms.

The reason Thanos hesitated to come to Earth in person in the early stages, only sending his minions to harass it, was because the Ancient One and Odin were still alive at that time.

The two of them combined could easily wipe out Thanos like he was just a roadside dummy.

Even in a one-on-one situation, Thanos's chances of winning against either of them are extremely slim.

Even more terrifying is that the Ancient One, who possesses the Time Stone, is able to foresee the future.

Five years before Strange became Doctor Strange, the Ancient One already knew that he would be in a car accident and, after failing to find a doctor, would go to Kamar-Taj to find him, learn magic, and succeed her as the new Sorcerer Supreme.

It can be said that the Ancient One had already planned out her retirement life several years ago.

The Ancient One has lived for about 700 years and has been protecting the Earth for more than 500 years.

She is so tired.

Whether from a personal emotional perspective or from the increasingly heavy magical debts, she couldn't wait to retire.

So why isn't she waiting for Doctor Strange to take her place and then faking her death to retire? What is she doing here looking for him?

Talking to a big shot who can predict the future always makes one feel uneasy.

Because you never know whether your every move is already part of the future that the other person is seeing.

"Hello, Ancient One."

"Hello, Ancient One."

"I have long admired your name."

"I have long admired your name."

"what?"

"what?"

The Ancient One's voice rang out at the same time as Leon's, exactly the same second, as if she knew in advance what he was going to say.

Leon was speechless. Okay, okay, you want to play like this?

Being able to predict the future is amazing!

Okay, that's amazing.

The Ancient One chuckled. "I'm sorry to meet you in such an impolite way for our first meeting, my little prince of Witrum."

"Don't be nervous. The Sorcerer Supreme only deals with extradimensional demons and has no hostility towards aliens. Besides, you have half human blood."

"I just want to get rid of unnecessary probing in our communication and gain trust as quickly as possible."

Well, no wonder Doctor Strange was sent to visit several different dimensions because of a question he raised when he went to become an apprentice.

So averse to trouble, just like you.

The Ancient One's actions were simply to tell her that she had no hostility, and that she could abandon those useless tricks and get straight to the point.

Looking at the Ancient One's smile and the few wrinkles at the corners of her mouth, Leon suddenly felt that the Ancient One was actually quite charming.

Cough cough, it's not that he wants to curry favor with someone powerful.

"We're leaving."

With a flick of her sleeve, the Ancient One had already drawn Leon into the portal, and then vanished from her spot.