Chapter 134: You Really Got Me into Trouble

Chapter 134: You Really Got Me into Trouble

One of the three great sanctuaries of Kamar-Taj, the New York Sanctum.

The spacious hall was decorated in a European style, with a complex structure but simple adornments. At the center was a wooden staircase covered in a red carpet, splitting into two rows leading up to the second floor.

Outside, a few wizards curiously observed Luk, but none of them dared to step into the room.

An old man with a white beard sat in a rosewood chair, pulling a tin of tea from a drawer. With practiced movements, he brewed two cups of clear tea. The aroma filled the air, bringing a sense of calm and tranquility... or perhaps it was magic.

Luk didn't resist at all. If the Supreme Sorcerer were the bald woman, he was confident he could either fight or flee. But with the old man, it was better to play it safe.

"Come, have a cup of tea to clear your mind."

The old man kindly pushed the teacup towards him.

"Thank you."

Luk picked up the steaming tea and took a gentle sip. The tea was incredibly sweet, and he felt his energy becoming more active, even increasing slightly in volume.

What a treat!

He finished the cup in one gulp, his eyes gleaming.

"What kind of tea is this?"

"It's the energy essence of a rule-breaking deity. I have a few other flavors, like dimensional demon gods," the old man said, slowly lifting his own cup and sipping it.

Luk: (, , Д)



"If you prefer something more intense, I recommend the Hell Lord. It has a hint of sulfur and blood, quite stimulating, but the taste is excellent."

Luk felt that if he didn't say something, he might end up as the next batch of tea leaves.

He gave a meaningful glance to the two dogs trembling beside him. They hesitantly ran over, rubbing against the old man's pant leg, trying to act cute and playful.

Unfortunately, the old man had terrible taste. He glanced at the dogs with a sideways look and then ignored them, clearly a cat lover!

"Um, Supreme Sorcerer..."

Seeing that the cute pet strategy wasn't working, Luk steeled himself and spoke up.

"No, I am not the Supreme Sorcerer."

The old man put down his tea, his expression serious. "A sorcerer is a student of truth, and every sorcerer deserves respect. The so-called Supreme Sorcerer is just someone who has walked a bit further on the path of truth."

"Therefore, there is no such thing as a Supreme Sorcerer, or perhaps every sorcerer is a Supreme Sorcerer."

"You can call me Wong."

Well played, no wonder this is America. Even the Supreme Sorcerer is all about equality!

Luk clapped in agreement. You're strong, so you're right!

He straightened his posture, chest out and stomach in, trying to project a righteous and stern image to earn some points.

"Wong, I am a firm believer in neutrality and order. I've never done anything bad!"

Look at his righteous face; he clearly looks like a world-saving hero!

"That's hard to say. Some people look honest and kind, but they're full of evil intentions."

Wong put down his teacup, his expression serious, as if he had been hit by a nerve. "As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover. I once met a young man who looked like a radiant savior, but inside, he was as black as coal, a master of dark forces."

"When I couldn't beat him, he would sweet-talk me to make me happy. When he could beat me, he would sneak-attack this old man of hundreds of years."

For the next two hours, Wong vented his frustrations to Luk, painting a 360-degree portrait of a heartless, unscrupulous, lustful, and greedy villain.

After two hours of ranting, he finally stopped, coughed a couple of times, and tried to maintain his mysterious and respected image.

Luk: ...It's already ruined.

"Cough, cough. Old age makes one talkative. Let's get to the main point."

He smoothed out his robes and his expression grew solemn.

"Luk, I know a lot about you. You have been pursuing extraordinary power for twenty years, trying various methods to get closer to another world."

"You once infiltrated various research institutes, looking for spiders to bite you, successfully sending people to the ICU."

"You often watched celestial movements and unusual phenomena, hoping to be radiated by cosmic rays, but you gave up out of fear of genetic collapse and lack of resources."

"You also tried to self-study genetics and biology, but you would fall asleep while reading and couldn't learn anything."

Behind Wong, magical energy formed images. There was a scene of Luk calling 911 after being bitten by a spider, then being lifted onto an ambulance with a blue face. Another showed him sighing at the price of space travel, and yet another depicted him snoring in class while other students glared at him.

His embarrassing moments were displayed in excruciating detail.

Luk: (`~)



His life trajectory was laid bare, and he felt utterly mortified.

"You also tried to learn magic at Kamar-Taj. I must say, this was the only correct choice among all your attempts."

Another image appeared, this time of Luk typing on a computer.

On the screen, lines of text appeared:

"Trickster God Loki coldly unfastened the Supreme Sorcerer's robes, his long fingers lifting her chin, a smile playing on his lips."

"Guardian of the Midgard, you are no longer my match. Surrender to me, and perhaps I will consider a truce."

"Son of Odin, do you know what you are doing? I am Odin's friend, and you are his child..."

"Shut up! Why do you always see only Odin in your eyes!"

Loki was clearly enraged, his eyes flashing with a cold light. A sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and he deftly sliced through the Supreme Sorcerer's robes.

"Today, I will have you!"

Ancient One's face flushed, her eyes filled with a seductive gaze, yet her expression was one of deep sorrow.

"Why bother? You already have the Scarlet Witch."

"Weak kings make choices, but I will have it all—whether it's the Scarlet Witch or you!"

...

The scene fell into a tense silence.

Ancient One was in a daze.

Who was blushing? Who had the seductive gaze?

Luk's eyes flickered, and the magical image vanished.

Luk: ...

Oh no, this is bad.

What should I do? Should I explain that I wrote this purely because I once saw the actors who played Loki and the bald version of Ancient One, as well as the Scarlet Witch, were married in another production?

Luk swallowed hard. He couldn't panic now; he needed to shift the blame first!

He forced a tone of suspicion.

"Supreme Sorcerer, have you really been keeping an eye on me? You wouldn't just pull something like this out of thin air, would you?"

He had to strike first!

"Cough, cough, of course not! Don't make accusations without evidence!"

Ancient One's old face flashed with a moment of guilt before she raised her voice. "Are you questioning the Supreme Sorcerer?"

"You just said there is no Supreme Sorcerer, that all sorcerers are Supreme Sorcerers."

"You actually believed that?"

Ancient One looked genuinely surprised.

Luk: ...

He had clearly overestimated the Supreme Sorcerer's magnanimity!

"Young man, are you not going to explain what you wrote?"

The conversation returned to its original course, and Ancient One's tone grew stern.

"If you don't explain, I will lose my temper!"

"It's just... just a bit of creative writing."

Luk's heart raced, and he didn't know how to defend himself.

When it came to writing, the big head and the little head often worked independently. Most of the time, the big head did the writing, but occasionally, the little head felt oppressed and wanted to express itself.

Why should the big head always do the writing while the little head couldn't create something?

In this struggle, he did write some adult content under a pseudonym, but he swore he never published it!

"Originally, since you have no history of misconduct, I only planned to lecture you on the importance of not disrupting established events. But now, it's too late!"

Ancient One sighed and spread her hands, adopting a reluctant tone. Then, she aggressively confronted him, drawing two large blades and slamming them on the table.

"You have three choices."

"First, on a personal note, you have disrespected me. I can chop you up into pieces and use you as a battery!"

"Second, on a public note, as a deity who sows discord between Asgard and Midgard, I will not sentence you harshly—just a million years in prison."

"I choose the third!"

It couldn't be worse than the first two, right?

Luk's mouth twitched. He had only written a bit of smut; it wasn't that heinous of a crime!

For a Supreme Sorcerer, she seemed to have a smaller heart than he did.

"Third, welcome to Kamar-Taj, Sorcerer Luk."

Ancient One sheathed her blades, her face becoming gentle once more. She tapped the table, and the space around them shifted instantly.

Before Luk could react, he found himself seated in the highest chair of the New York Sanctum, his casual home attire now replaced by a mage's robe.

The robe was primarily black and white, with a golden Agamotto Eye emblem embroidered on the right chest, looking both regal and elegant, and fitting him snugly.

Below, over a hundred sorcerers stood in perfect unison, their expressions solemn and filled with reverence as they looked at Ancient One beside Luk.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Sorcerer Luk, the new head of the New York Sanctum."

Ancient One placed her hand on Luk's shoulder to keep him from rising, her voice resonant and powerful, echoing throughout the hall.

"Follow your orders, great Supreme Sorcerer."

The sorcerers bowed deeply to Ancient One, then turned to Luk and bowed again.

"May you continue to walk the path of truth, Sorcerer Luk."

Luk managed a weak smile and nodded, feeling as if he had been lured into a cult. He whispered to Ancient One beside him.

"Did you really go through all this trouble just to trick me into joining Kamar-Taj?"

"I could have forced you, but I chose to trick you. Doesn't that show respect?"

"..."

Luk's writing efficiency seems to have dropped a bit...

Chapter 2, completed before 6 PM.

(End of Chapter)

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