Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Matthew explained his purpose.

Wang frowned, hesitating to speak. Whose apprentice was so willful, treating the library like his own home?

Learning always takes time; you have to take it one step at a time.

But remembering the Venerable One's instructions, Wang suppressed his inner complaints and silently turned to collect the magic books on the bookshelf.

Soon, he came over carrying two thick magic books in his hands and slammed them onto the table.

"This is the Codex of Augustus, containing basic and advanced magical theories. This is a dimensional atlas, recording maps and properties of various dimensions, including introductory mirror magic. Combined with the aphoristic reader, it already contains most of the magical theories and knowledge."

"More advanced magic requires you to fully understand and learn these before you can access it."

"Thank you." Matthew didn't waste any words, took the two thick books, and turned to leave.

The king was left with some inner conflict.

After a slight sigh, Wang stopped caring. He figured Matthew would always come to him for help when he ran into trouble anyway.

A month later, Wang was completely numb.

Because he was getting beaten up.

Inside a huge and empty classical hall, there were no people or furniture around. The beautiful patterns made of overlapping wooden planks on the ceiling made the place seem somewhat peculiar.

In the distance, one can vaguely see those crystalline prisms, like stacked transparent glass mirrors.

boom!!

Wang was still wearing that ancient mage's robe when the ground around him suddenly cracked open, churning and splitting into a long fissure, below which lay a bottomless abyss.

Caught off guard, Wang's body suddenly plummeted downwards.

Fortunately, Wang reacted quickly. He stepped on his left foot, and a small golden magic circle suddenly appeared beneath his feet, catching his falling body. At the same time, he raised his hands, and the golden circular magic circle rose rapidly.

As he ascended, ribbons resembling scarlet pythons shot out from the abyss.

These scarlet ribbons rushed toward the king at lightning speed. The king felt his scalp tingle and his face turned green just from a glance at them.

The Crimson Chains of Cytorak!!

If he were to be entangled, not only would he completely lose his ability to move, but he would also be burned and corroded by the crimson dimensional energy on the magical chains. Without a sufficiently strong physique and magic power, he would be doomed.

That brat is trying to kill me.

Wang made a wise choice, immediately raising his hands and shouting, "Surrender!"

The moment he shouted "surrender," the shooting chains froze instantly, and Wang remained motionless in his surrender posture.

Because the chains from all directions were less than half a meter away from him, he could even feel the frenzied energy emanating from them.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Is Matthew the Next Sorcerer Supreme?

Wang couldn't help but swallow hard, his heart pounding with anxiety, fearing he would be tied up.

Then a figure slowly appeared and floated in front of him.

Dressed in a smart outfit, it was none other than Matthew.

"Damn it, do you really want to kill me?" Wang became agitated as soon as he saw Matthew.

That's inhuman.

Of course, it's not that Matthew is ruthless. He knows very well that Matthew has set a trap in this battle. What really excites Wang is that this guy's growth rate is too exaggerated.

In just two months of pure magical combat, the king was utterly crushed.

No matter how good his personality is, he will always feel a sense of disappointment.

He studied for over ten or twenty years, and yet he was beaten black and blue by a mere apprentice who had only studied for two months. Is there any justice in this world?

Is talent really this unreasonable?

So the king was just using this to vent his resentment.

But it's not that I'm angry.

Practice makes perfect; that's the only way to improve your cooking skills.

Matthew understood, and ignoring the agitated king, he gently waved his hand, and Cytorak's crimson chains transformed into countless scarlet fireflies and dissipated.

The deep, seemingly bottomless cracks in the ground have been repaired.

Matthew and Wang landed on the ground. After complaining, the latter calmed down, looked deeply at Matthew, sighed, and said, "You have walked the path that other mages have taken decades to complete."

"However, the path of magic has no end. You have a brighter future ahead of you, and much more knowledge to learn. Don't waste your talent, Matthew."

"Karmar-Taj has produced many amazing talents, but many of them have been ruined by pride and arrogance."

Wang admired Matthew's talent but couldn't bear to see him follow the same path as those other outstanding genius mages.

“I know, thank you for your help, Wang.”

Matthew didn't explain anything, but instead thanked Wang for his help.

Without him, his path in magic wouldn't have progressed so quickly.

Click~

As they spoke, the space in front of them shattered as if a mirror had been broken. The two stepped inside, and the world changed in the next moment, bringing them to the entrance of a classical hall.

It was still daytime, and the sky over Kamar-Taj was a clear blue.

"The Ancient One hasn't returned yet."

Matthew narrowed his eyes.

“That’s normal. Her Holiness is the Sorcerer Supreme and the leader of Kamar-Taj. She bears the heaviest responsibilities and faces powerful threats that we cannot confront.”

Wang shook his head, his face filled with admiration.

Only by knowing and having faced it can one truly understand the greatness of His Holiness the Venerable Master.

Other mages have sacrificed countless times in the face of threats from beings from other dimensions, but those beings are very strong, much stronger than they are.

But only the Sorcerer Supreme can counter a powerful threat like the Dark Lord.

They could neither imagine nor fight against that powerful threat.

That level of battle, the standoff, often lasts for a very long time.

Matthew nodded without responding.

The Ancient One did indeed do a lot, no wonder these sorcerers respect the Sorcerer Supreme so much. Everyone says how deep the Ancient One's scheming is, but when it comes to her contributions to protecting the Earth, it's all worth mentioning.

She was the one who was truly dedicated and responsible; in comparison, Doctor Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, had many shortcomings.

It could be said that Doctor Strange is the most reassuring during dangerous times, but in peacetime, he is the most dangerous one.

"Are you leaving?"

Wang was unaware of Matthew's thoughts, and seeing that Matthew had no intention of responding, he changed the subject.

"Yes."

Putting aside the matters on Reicher's side that he needed to handle and decide, Matthew was progressing too quickly on Kamar-Taj, and he still needed time to digest and reflect on his progress.

Just as the king said, the path of magic has no end.

It doesn't matter where he studies; even if he's not in Kamar-Taj, he can still learn and improve.

"Fine, anyway, you have access to the library and Kamar-Taj, so you can borrow any books you want anytime." Wang pursed his lips.

He had never seen anyone like Matthew before.

He was simply the chosen one. Since arriving in Kamar-Taj, he had all the privileges granted to him, and he had everything he wanted. He was being treated like the next Sorcerer Supreme.

Thinking of this, Wang suddenly paused, as if he had discovered something important.

Supreme Master?

Wang's expression changed, and the way he looked at Matthew shifted slightly.

Matthew: ?

Matthew was a little confused. What was with that kind-looking monk's eyes?

Why did he detect surprise, confusion, and respect?

What kind of emotional change is this?

Could there be some misunderstanding?

"Alright, I should go now." Feeling uncomfortable being stared at, Matthew quickly took his leave.

The next moment, the figure that resembled the Ancient One gradually dimmed and disappeared from the spot.

"Venerable One? What brings you here?"

Wang Chu stood there, his expression constantly changing. He couldn't understand what the Venerable One wanted to do.

If Matthew is the next Sorcerer Supreme, then what about Kaecilius?

Previously, everyone in Kamar-Taj knew very well that Kaecilius, as the Ancient One's disciple, was not only exceptionally talented, but also demonstrated outstanding leadership qualities and abilities when carrying out missions.

Everyone assumed that the next Sorcerer Supreme would be Kaecilius.

But now, things seem to have changed.

why?

Could it be that the next Sorcerer Supreme chosen by the Venerable One is not Kaecilius, but Matthew?

Thinking about it a little, it's quite possible.

In terms of talent, Matthew is far superior to Casillas, and he has already caught up with Casillas' level in just two months.

If Matthew continues to grow, Casillas might not even be able to see his taillights anymore.

But the Venerable One's attitude toward training Casillas was so clear before.

this.....

Wang couldn't understand it, and he was also very conflicted. If Matthew really was the next Sorcerer Supreme, would Kaecilius really agree with him?

If they disagree, it will inevitably lead to a fight.

With a silent sigh, unable to understand, Wang decided to stop thinking about it and just let nature take its course.

Deep down, he actually preferred Matthew to Casillas.

Not only in terms of talent, but also in terms of personality, the two are completely different.

Casillas was too obsessive in some ways, to the point of being frightening, and even somewhat indifferent.

Matthew is completely different. He has many secrets that the king cannot see, and he has a kind of gentle and pleasant temperament when you are with him.

These are not qualities that Casillas possessed.

I hadn't thought about it before, but now that I have Matthew and think about Casillas, there are indeed many things about the other party that the king disagrees with.

Just as Wang finished thinking.

A person walked by.

"The Mage Casillas"

"king."

Casillas turned his head when he heard the greeting, his face somewhat gloomy. When he saw that the king's gaze seemed a little strange, he frowned.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's alright, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to the library."

"Um, okay."

The king's hesitant manner made Casillas even more puzzled, but since the king remained silent, Casillas left.

The awkward king was left behind.