Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

So Nigley's comment was just a casual remark.

Which style do you focus on?

Reicher countered with a question.

Negri laughed: "So that's what you thought too."

“I think everyone else thinks the same way,” Rachel said dismissively.

Everyone starts on the same footing, but the pace of growth varies. Nobody wants to be the slowest; everyone wants to be number one.

"shave."

"shave."

The two spoke at the same time, stating their priorities, and then smiled at each other.

"Let's see who can get started faster."

Nigley recalled the many small sparring matches he had with Reich in the 101st Survey Corps.

"Whoever loses buys the other a drink, even though alcohol doesn't work on us much anymore."

“OK.” Reicher also became interested.

This kind of fair competition is conducive to growth.

Nigley suddenly thought of Matthew: "By the way, where did the BOSS go? I haven't seen him for days."

“I don’t know, our training methods here aren’t really suitable for him.” Reicher shrugged.

"Too."

The thought of Matthew made Negril's face turn green.

Less than half a month after arriving here for training, the outgoing girl challenged Matthew, and then she got a severe beating.

Their boss had absolutely no intention of showing any mercy to women.

The opponent immediately dominated with numerical superiority. While she was still intently watching him, he suddenly vanished and reappeared behind Nigley.

Negri had already sensed the danger, but his body couldn't keep up with his reaction, and he was mercilessly choked by the back of his neck.

There was absolutely no room for resistance.

This made her and everyone watching understand what a numerical gap meant.

The two sides are not even in the same league.

Meanwhile, Matthew at Kamar-Taj was eagerly anticipating what good things he could get from his three months of accumulated check-ins.

"Start check-in".

"Accumulate 90 days of check-in to unlock. Congratulations on obtaining the Source Project Technology - Energy Blade Technology."

Suddenly, a stream of information flooded my mind.

Matthew absorbed and read the information without changing his expression, neither surprised nor disappointed.

Project Origin is a dominant oligopoly located in a highly developed cyberpunk city that creates super soldiers by merging humans with machines.

Biomechanical fusion, gene modification, memory erasure, prosthetic modification, neural interfaces, artificial intelligence technology, and so on.

However, due to its extreme indifference and cruelty, a large number of the modified soldiers formed a resistance army to fight against Project Origin.

You could say that Project Origin is inhumane, but you can't deny the advanced nature of many of the technologies it created.

As for energy blade technology, it is a type of weapon technology.

It is a terrifying weapon that can cut any material, with high-frequency vibration energy blade technology as its core.

For example, Project Origin—the high-frequency vibrational energy blade of the wind.

This is quite a good technology, as it breaks through some limitations of energy weapons. If we can continue to research this technology, we may be able to develop more powerful energy weapon technologies.

Unfortunately, it's not the complete Source Project technology.

We can sort this out and hand it over to the Ministry of Science and Technology later.

The sign-in process is random, and Matthew has confirmed that accumulating sign-ins over three months may not yield very good rewards. He plans to accumulate more time before signing in.

It can also be considered a kind of experiment on the system.

The next time will be in six months.

While Reicher and the others were training, Matthew himself was also busy, focusing on both physical training and magical knowledge.

After all, the upper limit of magic is very high.

He didn't rush back, but continued his daily reading and training. However, less than two days later, a small incident occurred in Kamar-Taj.

That night.

Inside the library of Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius, once hailed as the Ancient One's most outstanding disciple and the most likely successor to the Sorcerer Supreme, walked expressionlessly into the depths of the library.

Explosions and roars filled my ears.

That was the sound of battle.

"Damn it, what are you trying to do?"

Behind Casillas, the king was being besieged by six or seven mages. Although the king was very powerful, he was still struggling to cope.

Wang never expected that a rebellion would occur tonight.

The one who rebelled was Casillas.

As he fought off the attacks of Casillas' followers, he caught a glimpse of Casillas's movements deep within the library, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He realized something.

"Casillas, are you going to betray the light?"

"Light? It's a lie, just like the Sorcerer Supreme I once respected most, full of hypocrisy."

Casillas didn't even turn his head, and coldly replied.

He reached out and picked up a book from the shelf, his fingers gliding along the spine before finally settling on the book whose cover read "The Book of Cagliostro".

It was a book written by the Ancient One himself, every page imbued with centuries of wisdom and warnings.

Kaecilius gently tore off a piece of parchment sandwiched between pages 247 and 248, on which were written in faded ink a spell leading to the dark dimension.

As he tore off the parchment, a red mark appeared on his forehead, a sign that appeared only when drawing upon dark power.

He threw down the book and turned to look at Wang.

The king caught a glimpse of the mark appearing on Casillas's forehead and was suddenly shaken.

"You... have drawn upon the power of darkness?"

He screamed, but there was only one price he could pay for doing so in the fight.

One of the middle-aged mages, with a cold expression, made a hand seal. The next moment, ice suddenly began to condense under the king's feet, spreading from his feet to his entire body and finally stopping at his neck.

Except for his head, Wang's entire body was frozen and he could not move.

Casillas slowly walked over, and under the king's angry gaze, a cold smile appeared on his lips. He was about to say something.

Suddenly, the entire library began to shake violently.

boom!!

.........

I overslept, please vote for me! My godfathers!

Chapter Sixty-Seven: A mage who likes to play melee? (Slap him!)

Casillas suddenly looked up at the library entrance.

Although the place was empty, he knew very well that someone was planning to force their way into the library.

Whoever it is, it means that his raid here has been detected.

"withdraw."

Without a word, Kaecilius roared, and the other mages opened a portal and left immediately.

Casillas also opened a portal, but just as he was about to leave, he paused.

Because he saw someone.

Wearing completely different attire from Kamar-Taj, she wore a simple white shirt, light-colored casual trousers, and Chelsea boots.

"Matthew."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Casillas surprisingly abandoned his plan to retreat immediately.

"You forced your way through the magical barrier I set up; no wonder you became her chosen one."

Kaecilius was indifferent to Matthew. He wasn't jealous of Matthew being favored by the Ancient One or even being considered a candidate for the next Sorcerer Supreme. On the contrary, he didn't care about the so-called Sorcerer Supreme at all.

His sole purpose in learning magic from beginning to end was to achieve immortality.

Without any sense of responsibility or morality, he joined Kamar-Taj to fight against external threats, all for the sake of better learning magic and growing.

Whether Matthew is favored by the Ancient One or becomes the next Sorcerer Supreme, Kaecilius doesn't care at all.

Of course, it's now. Kaecilius knew before that the Sorcerer Supreme was the strongest of all the mages.

He understood that becoming the strongest might grant him eternal life.

Now he understands some things and knows that the Sorcerer Supreme will not grant him eternity, which is why he is so indifferent.

"Your Majesty, your look is quite unique."

Matthew ignored Casillas's awkward mood and instead teased the frozen king.

“Matthew, Kaecilius has turned his back on the light and sided with the darkness. He has torn a forbidden page from the Book of Cagliostro. We must not let him leave Kamar-Taj.”

Wang Ke didn't have time to pay attention to Matthew's teasing, but instead shouted anxiously.

Wang was well aware of the seriousness of the matter and knew he had to stop Casillas.

Matthew raised an eyebrow and looked at the gloomy, weathered middle-aged monk.

"Light? Darkness? Ha..."

Casillas sneered and said sarcastically, "Your Majesty, your ignorance has made you a lackey of lies and a victim of that woman. We are all the same."

However, before he could begin his eloquent speech, Matthew interrupted him, followed by a terrifying, overwhelming spatial ripple.

"A load of bullshit."

Click!

The surrounding space was shattered, collapsed, compressed, and folded like a mirror.

Chaos, crowds, and spinning made him dizzy and caught off guard. He watched helplessly as Casillas disappeared, and he was trapped in the mirror-dimensional space world that Matthew had created.

Wang stood there, stunned.

Then I was struck by Matthew's impatience.

It's a good habit that he doesn't even let people finish their sentences. Then he immediately cast a spell, intending to break free from the magic that bound him as soon as possible.

In the mirror world, although the surrounding scenery is still a library, and there are even bookshelves, tables and other things, it is just a replica projection.

It is completely separate from the real-world Kamar-Taj Library.

"A poor, deceived wretch."

Casillas glanced around, surprised that Matthew's magical skills had reached such a high level.

Dimensional mirroring magic is something that ordinary apprentices cannot learn.

Even if one learns the basics, one wouldn't have such a high level of proficiency to instantly pull him into the mirror space; this is already comparable to any senior mage.

"Deceived?"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle at Casillas's knowing look.