In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Ancient One?

Looking at that figure that shouldn't be in the school, or at least shouldn't be in this school, Wayne raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Normally, unless necessary, Wayne would restrain his super vision and super hearing, since too much information would be annoying even if he could process it.

Therefore, he was too lazy to pay special attention to the movements of certain people—such as the Ancient One. Even if Wayne could forcibly ignore magical barriers and spy on the other party, he had no interest in doing so.

This led to Wayne's surprise at this moment—why would she suddenly come to find him?

"Peter, Harry, I'm going out for a bit."

"But class is about to start."

"Even the teacher knows more than I do, it's okay."

Although Wayne's super brain is not used for many years, it does possess astonishing wisdom that surpasses that of top geniuses such as Reed and Tony.

(Super Brain: Don't bother me with things that can be solved with superpowers.)

As Wayne left the classroom with the Ancient One, a group of students crowded around the windows, doorways, and corridors, staring at Wayne's retreating figure and discussing what Superman was going to do.

Hey! What are you all doing crowding here?

Just then, a middle-aged professor with a Mediterranean discoloration walked in from the other side of the corridor carrying several textbooks.

"Excuse me, sir, it's Scott..."

"I knew it... don't worry about it, go back to class."

"But he didn't ask for leave."

"What leave are you asking for? Is it more important than a human life? If you stop Superman and something happens, who's responsible? Go back and sit down!"

Even so, the Mediterranean professor was still somewhat annoyed—his favorite superhero student had been kidnapped yet again.

But there was nothing he could do; he couldn't very well stop his superhuman student from going to save the world.

A mixture of helplessness and relief flashed in the Mediterranean professor's eyes—as a professor who was like a superman, he had long been prepared.

……

We arrived outside the teaching building.

"This is not the place to talk."

Gu Yi glanced at the teaching building behind him, where a bunch of students and professors were crowding around to see what Superman was doing. "May I have the honor of inviting Superman to Kamar-Taj?"

"Karmar-Taj?"

Wayne nodded slightly, and then disappeared from the spot in the next second.

Gu Yi paused for a moment, then opened a portal, where Wayne was standing on the other side of Kamar-Taj, waving at her.

The Ancient One couldn't help but chuckle as she stepped through the portal and arrived at Kamar-Taj, located in the Himalayas.

The mages, who had been warily watching Wayne's sudden appearance, bowed and withdrew upon seeing the Ancient One.

Among the group of mages, a few caught Wayne's attention: a sinister fellow who didn't look like a good person, a black man who looked at the Ancient One with obvious admiration in his eyes, an Asian face, and a guy whose hands trembled like he had Parkinson's.

Seeing Wayne's gaze linger on Strange for a couple more seconds, the Ancient One's lips curled into a slight smile. "He'll be the best among us... unless you're willing to learn magic."

Upon hearing this, Wayne slowly shook his head. Why were they all staring at him? He was clearly just an ordinary person with slightly more strength.

Seeing this, the Ancient One was not too disappointed, after all, she had expected it—not because she foresaw the future, but because she saw that Wayne's eyes did not show any curiosity or pursuit of magic.

As for why it's "not because she can foresee the future," the truth is, even with the Time Stone, she can't see Wayne's timeline at all.

When she first discovered it, even the Ancient One found it hard to believe—because this characteristic of non-linear time existence should only appear in powerful abstract entities, such as her eldest son, Eternity.

This led the Ancient One to suspect for a time that Wayne might be some powerful god who had nothing better to do than come down here for fun.

……

The Ancient One led Wayne to a reception room, where the two sat facing each other.

Place the brewed hot tea in front of Wayne, and the Ancient One casually mentioned, "Mr. Scott, you were quite the hero the other day, you even defeated Galactus."

Wayne, who had just picked up his tea, paused. Why did this sound so strange?

"But the reality barrier of this universe has also been damaged because of your battle. Many unscrupulous people wanted to take the opportunity to enter this universe. It took me a long time to drive them away."

"..."

It's confirmed; they're trying to use moral pretexts to get me to help them.

However, Wayne wasn't buying it. He simply replied, "Well, that really is a lot of trouble for you, Mage. But why didn't you tell me? I could have driven them away, and you could have gone to fight Galactus."

After all, Galactus was going to devour Earth, and the Ancient One, who loved guarding her own little corner of the world, couldn't possibly let the other side eat Earth. If Wayne wasn't there, she would definitely have to step in.

It's not that Wayne looks down on the Ancient One, but this old nun really can't beat a well-fed Galactus. Your Uncle Galactus is, after all, one of the five great gods, not something those dimensional demons can compare to.

A well-fed Galactus and a hungry Galactus are completely different concepts. A well-fed Galactus has the presence of an abstract entity. Even if Doctor Strange used the same method he used to deal with Dormammu, it might not work against an abstract entity with non-linear time.

If it really was the Ancient One who went up there, she would most likely have sought help from Eternity, a branch of this universe.

However, Eternity, who doesn't care about mortals, might not necessarily help. After all, the Ancient One has already sold herself to Eternity, and what she has left is not enough to pay the price.

As expected, after hearing Wayne's words, the Ancient One fell silent, "..."

He originally intended to help Wayne clean up his mess in order to get Wayne to help him out of a sense of morality, but now he sees that not only does Wayne not owe him a favor, but he actually owes Wayne a favor.

Helpless, the Ancient One could only sigh, and then reveal the real reason she had sought out Wayne: "Mr. Scott, someone has changed the past."

Upon hearing this, Wayne did not show any surprise or similar expression; he simply calmly sipped his hot tea.

The Ancient One glanced at Wayne without showing any emotion, then continued, "That person's modification of the timeline was comprehensive and extremely thorough. If I hadn't had a fairly good grasp of the Time Stone, I probably wouldn't have been able to discover it even now."

Wayne calmly put down his empty teacup, and the Ancient One leisurely poured him another.

Although he wasn't specific enough, Wayne already understood what the Ancient One wanted him to help with.

In fact, Wayne didn't care that much.

Just as the Ancient One saw with the Time Stone, altering the timeline could not possibly affect Wayne.

Moreover, the people he cared about weren't affected, and the world didn't end, which made Wayne even less interested in getting involved.

After all, this isn't his responsibility. If it is, it should be the eternal one of this universe that's in charge—covering the timeline of this universe is no different from slapping him in the face. It's unreasonable for him to still be a coward, isn't it?