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Master The Ancient One didn't even know the name of the Time Variance Authority?

Su Quan relaxed even more. "Do you know why I'm here? I have a Time Stone—the Time Stone from this timeline!"

Master The Ancient One was astonished that two Time Stones could exist at the same point in time, but she was, after all, the Sorcerer Supreme, a master of temporal matters.

After the initial shock, she quickly reacted. "You want to learn the time magic from the Book of Cagliostro?"

Su Quan shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it.

Master The Ancient One was a bit curious why Su Quan hadn't learned from the other 'him' in the Void, since he'd already picked up the Dimensional Mirror.

"I can lend you the Book of Cagliostro, but only within Kamar-Taj. You know, it concerns the future."

If the Book of Cagliostro weren't at Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius wouldn't be able to use its dark magic to summon Dormammu.

"Another time. Right now, I'd rather see your magic in action."

"Very well!"

Master The Ancient One smiled warmly, tapping her right foot lightly against the ground.

In an instant, the ground rolled toward him like a cascade of toppling dominoes.

Su Quan leaped aside to dodge, and the system prompt chimed.

"Ding!"

"Combat detected. Dropped reward: Crimson Bands of Cyttorak (Master The Ancient One)."

Same Crimson Bands—the one controlling Himiko was an artifact, but this was magic!

Master The Ancient One drifted gracefully to Su Quan, her fan-shaped Sling Ring of the Vishanti slicing sharply toward his shoulder.

"Bang!"

Su Quan leaned his shoulder back slightly, flashing a roguish smirk at Master The Ancient One.

"That all?"

Master The Ancient One chuckled, then launched a combo with her Sling Rings aimed at Su Quan.

"Bang, bang, bang—bang, bang, bang—"

The two traded blows, locked in fierce combat.

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Though The Ancient One was called a mage and used magic, she—and all Kamar-Taj mages—had a heart for close combat.

Kind of like Loki, who called himself a mage but immediately pulled out two daggers and played assassin.

They'd changed classes, but not completely.

When a rookie Loki was still asking how to fight up close, the veteran The Ancient One was already going "ooh-ooh-ooh."

I've got magic, but I won't use it. Hey, it's just for fun.

Jokes aside, The Ancient One really did play the melee mage well.

Especially the Lightning Five-Whip Combo—so fast that even with Super Speed, you couldn't see the whips, only streaks of golden energy.

Lightning Five-Whip Combo?

The Ancient One: Are you being polite?

"Bang!"

The Ancient One kicked out, using the momentum to backflip and create distance.

"Lord of the Void, truly impressive."

Faced with Master The Ancient One's praise, Su Quan shook his head with some regret. "Are you short on money?"

Master The Ancient One was taken aback. "Not much, but not lacking either. Why do you ask?"

Not short on money—then why aren't you using the special effects?

What about Winds of Watoomb, Seraphim Shield, Sword of the Vishanti, Bolt of Balthakk, Ancient Body of Hoggoth, Form of Ikkon? Get on it!

Especially the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak—use them! If you don't, how can I? If you don't, how can I show off—

The mighty Sorcerer Supreme, facing a 'dimensional traveler,' didn't have a shred of competitive spirit. What about the duty to protect Earth?

Giving up?

"I'm out. Next time, I'll buy you the first cup of milk tea in autumn." Su Quan waved his hand with a 'dejected' air and left the Mirror Dimension.

"..."

Master The Ancient One left the Mirror Dimension in confusion. Su Quan's reaction made her feel like she'd let him down somehow.

But the question was, what had she done?

Master Mordo approached with concern. "Teacher, are you alright?"

"I—I don't know." Master The Ancient One's expression was odd as she thought it over, then asked, "Do you know what the first cup of milk tea in autumn means?"

"First Cup of Milk Tea in Autumn? No, I don't know about that. Should just be milk tea, right?"

Master Mordo was baffled. The moment his teacher came out, she asked about milk tea—was she craving some?

But hadn't she always just drunk plain tea?

Master The Ancient One nodded and asked again, "Are we short on money?"

"Money? We're not short on money. Teacher, that person—you said he was the Lord of the Void. What is the Void, and what purpose does he have here?"

Master Mordo couldn't grasp his teacher's meaning, so he changed the subject, asking about the mysterious visitor who had shattered the Seraphim Shield with a single punch.

"The Void is the end of the Multiverse Timeline. As for the Lord of the Void, Su Quan's intentions—"

Master The Ancient One shook her head. She had thought he wanted The Book of Cagliostro, but after a mere probing exchange of blows, he had inexplicably left.

"He probably means no harm, but you should still show him a certain level of respect when you meet him in the future. This Lord of the Void is stronger than I expected, and he's hard to read."

"Yes."

The Lord of the Void's strength was fully displayed in that single punch and his teacher's reaction.

To this day, Master Mordo had never heard of anyone shattering the Seraphim Shield with one punch—not even his teacher could do it.

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Su Quan studied Dimensional Mirror and Soul Out for a while, packed the valuables from the safe into a backpack, and headed downstairs.

"Martin." Su Quan waved at Li Martin, who had changed clothes at some point.

Li Martin flinched instinctively, then hurried over with a nervous, ingratiating smile.

"Boss, any orders?"

Su Quan handed him the backpack. Li Martin opened it, froze for a moment, then caught on and asked quietly, "Want me to get rid of it?"

Su Quan nodded.

"Leave it to me."

Li Martin was familiar with this kind of work—turning stolen goods into cash. Back when he was with the snakehead organization helping people smuggle, many who didn't have enough cash would use valuables to settle debts.

Su Quan tried to pat his shoulder, but Li Martin dodged and shifted to offer the other shoulder instead.

That shoulder was injured and hadn't healed yet.

Smart!

Su Quan patted it with satisfaction. "Go on. Remember to come to work tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Li Martin said his goodbyes to Jessica Jones and the others, then walked off with the backpack.

Jessica Jones pulled Su Quan aside and asked quietly, "Did you hit him when you called him out earlier?"

Su Quan: "Did he say that?"

Jessica Jones shook her head. "I'm not blind. Can't I tell if someone's hurt? Even though he changed clothes, I could still smell a faint trace of blood."

"He's already been through enough."

"How bad?"

"You don't know. Back in your hometown, he was the owner of a zipper factory, living a modest life with his wife. Then he got squeezed by officials and decided to come here."

"He finally saved up enough money, and his wife came first—only to find a new lover here."

"He smuggled himself over and saw many stowaways die in the dark, cramped hold—some from severe dehydration, others from the snakehead organization's abuse."

"Just when he saw a glimmer of hope, the boat took on water and capsized. Over two hundred people died. Only one survivor—him!"

Su Quan looked at Jessica Jones, who seemed a bit somber, and didn't know what to say.

The wife finding a new lover, the two hundred-plus deaths with only him surviving—all lies meant to evoke sympathy.

If he hadn't used force to reason with Li Martin, beating him first and asking later, Li Martin would have told him the same story.