Chapter 147: What Does It Mean to Be the Supreme Mage of the Nine Realms?

Chapter 147: What Does It Mean to Be the Supreme Mage of the Nine Realms?

New York, Manhattan.

In the living room of the Luk Clinic, behind a locked door, a pink, dough-like substance was writhing and changing shape chaotically. Eventually, it split into two parts.

One part quickly formed into Luk's own appearance, while the other began to expand and stretch, transforming into a tall, handsome teenager standing at 1.8 meters.

"Looks good."

Luk nodded in satisfaction. Thanks to the precedent set by the Pokemon Luk, creating the second clone went smoothly.

This new version of the clone was created using a combination of the cloning technique and memory manipulation, separating the physical body and soul. The soul's synchronization was perfect, making it an extension of his own body.

Compared to the Six Paths of Pain, each clone possessed partial self-awareness and shared abilities. However, since all the power came from the original, any use of additional abilities required approval from the original.

"I'll give you the powers of One Piece and Bleach. After all, you three always work together."

This clone was created based on the Naruto Luk template, one of the few Luks the original trusted.

"Give me the Divine Machinery skills too. I feel a bit uneasy without any magical artifacts."

The new clone, despite being incredibly powerful, was exceptionally cautious.

"Sure, approved."

Luk nodded, thinking it would be a good idea to have the Naruto Luk work on a modified mech suit. He was lazy and the Naruto Luk was the right person for the job.

"You'll handle the Hulk and Captain America. Try to recruit any other superheroes you come across."

Luk gave simple instructions, his ambitions clear.

Ancient One only said not to force anyone, not that he couldn't trick or manipulate them!

He had a good idea of what Ancient One meant. Forcing someone would put him on the opposite side of the superheroes, and according to the will of the universe, some indescribable higher power, even the strongest boss wouldn't have a good ending.

If a group of superheroes united and fought to the death to defeat him, it would be more acceptable, at least preserving his dignity. The worst scenario would be if the indescribable higher power arranged for him to be defeated by a new character, losing both face and reputation.

If the box office performance was poor, the indescribable higher power might just delete him.

So Luk decided to infiltrate the superhero community, making the Avengers his personal council. He would then move up to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. or HYDRA, bringing them under his control and expanding from there.

Once Ancient One and Odin were out of the picture, he would take down the Purple Man...

"Hehehe."

Luk fantasized about the future, wiping away a drool.

He would make HYDRA great again!

He declared with confidence, "When the Avengers form, I want to see all of them under my control!"

A portal suddenly opened, and Ancient One appeared in front of Luk.

He wore an incredibly ornate mage's robe, the Eye of Agamotto glowing on his chest, and the Book of Vishanti radiating pure, white light. His presence was overwhelming, like a mountain or sea, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing the fully armed Ancient One, Luk panicked, swallowing hard. Was it a crime to just think about it?

With a wave of his hand, Luk sent the new clone to Brazil and gave a nervous smile, "Um, what I just said was a joke."

Ancient One: (￢_￢)



"Then what's this clone for?"

"A party!"

Luk responded with a bold confidence he didn't quite feel.

Ancient One gave Luk a disapproving look, grabbed him, and teleported them to another location.

"No time to explain, get in the car!"

They arrived at the library of Kamar-Taj, where Pokemon Luk put down his book and walked towards the original.

Their bodies merged like Play-Doh, and Luk gained all the knowledge and experiences of Pokemon Luk, then recreated him.

Shared space, youth edition!

Luk opened his eyes in disbelief, waving his arms in excitement.

"Blasphemy! How can King Arthur be a bearded, muscular Celt!"

Give him back the blonde, blue-eyed Arthur Pendragon!

"Ha, a virgin's imagination is quite vivid."

Ancient One chuckled, draping a finely crafted white robe over Luk and nodding.

As the saying goes, you can lose the battle but not the war. First, boost your presence.

"Not bad, you have a bit of my youthful charm."

Luk: Shameless.

Bang!

"Something feels missing."

Ancient One retracted his finger from Luk's head, studied him for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, a crystal staff with a demon's head at the end appeared in Luk's hand.

"Where did you get the Wand of Watoomb?"

Feeling the power stored in the staff, Luk was surprised. This wand was one of the famous artifacts in the Marvel universe, capable of significantly enhancing the user's power.

"Feels a bit... unorthodox..."

Ancient One muttered, snapped his fingers, and the Wand of Watoomb was replaced with an ash wood staff adorned with mistletoe and ribbons, containing a powerful, sacred energy.

This one looked good but felt a bit off.

Specifically, he felt Luk didn't deserve such a holy staff!

Luk frowned, sensing something was amiss.

In the movie, the Ancient One’s collection mostly consisted of junk, but this old coot seems to have quite a few treasures.

"Alright, when I’m gone, everything will be yours!"

The Ancient One rolled her eyes and reclaimed her staff.

Better to leave him empty-handed. He doesn’t deserve a good staff, and a bad one would tarnish the image of the Supreme Sorcerer’s successor.

"Look, we’re family, no need to talk like strangers," Luk rubbed the back of his head, then said firmly, "So, it’s settled. If anyone backs out, they’ll get hit by a car…"

"Ha!"

The Ancient One couldn’t help but laugh. If he could be killed by a car, that would be a real miracle.

Luk quickly caught on and corrected himself, "…or I’ll make Eternity a legal lolicon wife."

The Ancient One’s eyelids twitched, and she glanced up, making sure nothing happened before letting out a cold breath.

"Watch your mouth, boy. I can’t protect you if you keep this up."

A few days without seeing him, and he’s already getting cocky!

"Get ready, we’re going to Asgard for Thor’s victory banquet," the Ancient One straightened Luk’s clothes, her eyes finally showing a hint of satisfaction.

Luk raised an eyebrow, "Are you there to congratulate him or to cause trouble?"

"I want both!"

She was tired of Odin always showing off his kids. Today, it’s her turn to shine!

"Let’s get one thing straight, fighting comes at an extra price," Luk clarified in advance.

The Ancient One coaxed, "Wizard Luk, even if you fight, it’s not for me but for Earth. You should know, why didn’t the Asgardian palace get built in Midgard, such a prime location?"

"Where else would the Asgardian palace be built if not in Asgard?"

"…If you keep this up, I’ll lose my temper."

"Alright, alright, I get it. There are a lot of demons and spirits on Earth, and you’re the one protecting it."

Luk pouted. He was sure she was about to say that without a strong protector, Asgard might have designs on Midgard, and his fighting would prove his strength and potential to deter Asgard in the future.

"Since you know, you’d better shut up."

They walked out of the library, and a blinding yet dazzling beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping them. When they opened their eyes, they were already in the enchanting realm of Asgard.

Countless Asgardian warriors, each holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, stood in two rows, forming a brilliant and solemn path.

The chief of the reception guards raised his longsword upon seeing them, signaling all the Asgardian warriors to raise their swords and strike their shields, creating a synchronized and resounding clatter that echoed throughout Asgard.

"Pretty impressive, looks like they’ve been practicing for a while."

Luk and the Ancient One followed the path, and as they heard the perfectly synchronized clanging, Luk remarked. The Ancient One didn’t respond, but when she looked over, her eyes widened.

The Ancient One was now standing straight, her eyes deep and her face smiling, like a wise sage who had seen it all.

Is this still the Ancient One he knows?

"Wizard Luk, is something wrong?"

The Ancient One maintained her composed smile, her tone gentle and indulgent.

"You… did you practice that smile for a long time?"

"Magic can fix that."

Luk nodded in relief. Indeed, it’s still that old coot.

At the end of the path was the palace of Asgard, where the mighty All-Father Odin and the graceful and gentle Queen Frigga stood side by side.

In front of them was the star of the victory banquet—Thor, the God of Thunder, and Loki, who was determined not to let Thor steal all the spotlight, his eyes filled with loneliness but a smile on his face.

"Supreme Sorcerer, it’s been too long. Your presence adds more luster to Asgard."

"All-Father Odin, I am honored to attend Thor’s victory banquet."

The two seasoned politicians started their usual banter, while the younger ones mingled.

Loki, eager to get a word in before Thor, said, "You must be the Supreme Sorcerer’s successor. I’m Loki, son of Odin. I’ve studied some magic. Perhaps we can exchange knowledge some time."

"Indeed, Loki is the first wizard of the Nine Realms!"

Thor patted Loki on the shoulder and naturally joined the conversation, completely unaware that he was stirring up more resentment.

Luk raised an eyebrow. He recognized him from the comics, and his role as the God of Stories in the later TV series wasn’t wrong, but was it a bit early?

Frigga, who was accompanying Odin and the Ancient One, looked at them with a resigned expression. Saying such things in front of the Supreme Sorcerer and his successor, Thor’s emotional intelligence was not just on the floor, it was buried deep.

Loki’s face turned red and white, wanting to stab Thor but holding back because of the guests, managing only a forced smile.

"He was just joking."

"Come on, Loki, haven’t you always claimed to be the first wizard of the Nine Realms?"

Odin’s face darkened, while the Ancient One’s smile was about to crack from the magic holding it together.

This was a great start!

The legitimate heir of Asgard is truly wise… and brave!

(End of Chapter)

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