Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

They are all valuable assets.

Let's refresh our thinking. Once we have enough manpower and a base, the more advanced and sophisticated the technology, the better.

Just thinking about building your own high-tech city makes this Earth Online game even more fun.

Just as Matthew was thinking, he suddenly felt a jolt, as if a thorn was sticking in his back and he was being spied on.

In an instant, a red light flashed in his eyes, and his surging Observation Haki swept across the entire fuselage flying at high speed in the sky.

Just then, I heard the crisp sound of glass shattering.

Suddenly, the cabin space in front of them shattered into pieces of crystal, and the passage of time seemed to slow down considerably.

A figure appeared in the seat opposite Matthew at some point.

Dressed in a yellow robe and wearing a hood that obscures his face, he holds a folding fan, exuding mystery, elegance, and danger.

The moment this mysterious person appeared, his Observation Haki immediately detected him.

His Observation Haki issued a warning to him.

He wasn't sensing an ordinary flesh and blood body; her aura was neither strong nor weak, but it was gently repelled when his domineering aura extended.

And in his emotions, there was no malice, no murderous intent, no fluctuation; his aura was clean and pure.

This contrasts sharply with how Mephisto was perceived in the first place.

Matthew's gaze was fixed on the other person. With that classic look and that dangerous aura, he recognized the person at a glance.

The meeting has finally come.

The other person didn't try to hide anything or pretend to be mysterious. Instead, he reached out and took off his hood, revealing a neutral face and a shiny bald head.

“Hello, Mr. Matthew. I apologize for visiting. My name is Ancient One, and I come from Kamar-Taj. I am a sorcerer.”

The volume is not loud, but it is ethereal and melodious, with a touch of exoticism.

"Karmar-Taj, the sorcerer?"

Matthew stared at the other person, his eyes brimming with an aura of dominance, like a volcano about to erupt, surging and powerful.

"An amazing will, capable of manifesting and utilizing the power of will, a masterpiece of genius, Mr. Matthew."

The Ancient One sensed an overwhelming, imposing aura that was omnipresent and poised to strike. This pressure not only impacted the real world but also affected her soul, prompting her to gasp in astonishment.

At the same time, she abandoned the defenses she had built.

Despite Matthew's astonishing aura as he tried to probe her background, the Ancient One simply stood still, like a pine tree in a raging storm, unmoved.

As for Matthew, his Observation Haki finally allowed him to sense a trace of the Ancient One's background.

The other person's body contained a holy light, and behind that light lurked a wisp of darkness. At the same time, within that not particularly strong flesh and blood body, the soul shone like a sun.

Matthew seemed to be immersed in that vast, misty ocean of magic, making one want to explore it.

"Your power is truly astonishing, Ancient One." Matthew withdrew his Observation Haki and Conqueror's Haki, and also expressed his admiration.

Only by truly facing the Ancient One can one realize her immense power.

Mephisto is indeed powerful, but that is only a projection of energy, and its power is vastly different from that of the real Mephisto.

Matthew knew that the Father was very strong, that the mighty Father could easily destroy a planet, but this knowledge was only literal and he had no direct experience of it.

For Matthew, identifying his own level and the gaps he has to fill will give him more motivation to move forward.

Now he understands.

Before the Ancient One, a top figure in the Heavenly Fathers' hierarchy, was revealed to be a gentle and wise woman, she was simply perceived as such.

Only when you truly understand it do you realize how terrifying it is.

Anyone who can successfully awaken Conqueror's Haki has an undeniable will and ambition. Matthew also has his own ambitions, but that doesn't mean he's arrogant.

Matthew was not afraid of someone as powerful as the Ancient One, but he knew how to respect her.

Moreover, the other party is indeed a guardian, enabling Earth to remain stable to this day and allowing humanity to develop for thousands of years without being invaded by other powerful life forms.

Aside from Asgard, the Ancient One and her magicians deserve immense respect for their contributions.

The Ancient One greatly admired Matthew's attitude.

The ideas I already had gradually became clearer during this meeting.

"Mr. Matthew, would you be willing to learn about and study magic?"

Chapter 43 The Number One Sister Gu Yi

"Learn magic?"

Matthew was genuinely surprised; he had imagined what it would be like to meet the Ancient One before.

Since Matthew awakened his past life memories and obtained the sign-in system...

He realized that he must have broken the timeline.

If he were just an ordinary person, he would have a very low weight in the timeline of this world because his influence would be too small.

But he had a cheat code: his strength grew stronger and stronger, and he developed ambitions and set plans for the future.

Then he will inevitably change the fate of countless people.

This weighting will definitely have a direct impact on the timeline.

According to the Ancient One's responsibility to protect, she also bears the responsibility of protecting the timeline, yet she has been dragging her feet for so long without coming to find me.

Clearly, something has changed that led the Ancient One not to eliminate him or make any corrections.

Matthew already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

He just didn't expect that when the Ancient One came to find him, she was not only kind, but also planned to let him learn magic.

"Knowledge will never betray you; knowledge will allow you to understand a wider world and universe."

The Ancient One did not explain Matthew's surprise, but only said something with a deeper meaning.

"And the cost?"

Matthew is very pragmatic. He doesn't care what the Ancient One thinks. As long as she dares to bring it up, he dares to think about it. At the same time, he needs to understand what he needs to give up.

Gu Yi shook his head: "There is no price to pay."

You can think of this as an investment.

"it is good!"

Matthew agreed without the slightest hesitation. At the level of the Ancient One, it's impossible to say there was no scheming involved, but Matthew remained completely calm.

For him, getting the benefits first is the priority; he'll worry about the future later.

He wouldn't hesitate to repay the top-ranking woman in any way he could.

If there were any other malicious intent, Matthew himself wouldn't even know how much he had grown by then.

Anyway, I definitely won't lose out.

In addition, the Ancient One is considered a guardian faction, and has a relatively high level of credibility.

If it were Mephisto, Matthew would not believe a word of it.

"This is the address. You can go there anytime, and someone will take you to Kamar-Taj."

Gu Yi chuckled and took out a business card, handing it to Matthew.

Once Matthew took it, time seemed to pass faster again.

The figure of the Ancient One vanished like a bubble, and the roar of airplanes rang in Matthew's ears once more.

There was no pretense of profundity; the conversation was concise and to the point, with a clear purpose.

Matthew was fully aware of this.

The Ancient One is a wise woman; any strategy she devises can be targeted, as long as she wants.

When Matthew rose to prominence, she naturally paid attention to him. The Ancient One must have been well aware of the personality traits Matthew displayed along the way.

Therefore, she wouldn't treat Matthew the same way she treats her disciples.

Intelligent people naturally have their own way of communicating.

Matthew glanced at the address on the business card in his hand.

177A Blick Street, Greenwich Village, New York City.

"It's true what they say, what you wish for comes true."

Matthew's lips curled up in a smile.

He made contact with a bald woman on the rich list, which gave him a way to learn magic.

Moreover, the mages in Kamar-Taj are also a pretty good resource.

Anyone can learn magic. He plans to form a magic warband in the future, and he can hire these mages to be his teachers.

After all, he can't be expected to teach them himself, can he?

Once the Red Room is settled, he can head to Kamar-Taj.

.............

St. Petersburg.

St. Petersburg is Russia's second-largest city, located on the eastern shore of the Gulf of Finland in the Baltic Sea in northwestern Russia, at the mouth of the Neva River. It is known as the Northern Capital and the Cultural Capital.

This metropolis, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is now rife with undercurrents of unrest.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, leaving a thick layer of snow on the streets. People wore heavy down jackets to work and to go shopping.

But it was inside an ordinary residential apartment building.

A beautiful woman with a burgundy ponytail, wearing a black sweater and trousers, sat in the living room. On the coffee table in front of her were a laptop and a metal box.

The woman's delicate face was expressionless, and her emerald green pupils reflected a 3D floor plan of a building.

She is planning her infiltration route.

Yes, she is a spy.

Her name is Natasha Romanov, and she comes from the Red Room.

As a female spy who underwent brutal training from a young age, she experienced unimaginable suffering, but these years also gave her professional skills that ordinary people do not possess.

She came from the Red Room and was given the name Black Widow after graduation.

One in hundreds of people might not even appear.

This shows how outstanding she is.

This time, she was assigned to St. Petersburg to carry out an assassination and theft of classified documents. The target was a highly influential and wealthy man.

Natasha had long since grown weary of the countless assassination missions she had carried with her.

She tried to escape countless times, but Natasha knew it was impossible.

She knew all too well the sheer size of the Red Room spy organization; her defection would only lead to endless persecution until her death.

Natasha didn't want to die; she longed for freedom and the life she had once dreamed of.

But with the blood of countless people on her hands, Natasha was now deeply confused.

What can she do to escape this damned fate?

Natasha leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.

No one knew that beneath her glamorous exterior lay a wounded, grief-stricken, and confused soul.

She wanted redemption.

Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, and all was quiet.

After a long while, Natasha opened her eyes. She got up and opened the metal box, which contained all sorts of weapons. She casually picked up a short dagger and Walter PPK and stuffed them into her lower back.

He closed the metal box, went to the entrance, changed into a gray coat, put on a hood, and left the apartment wearing platform boots.