My Master Is the Supreme Mage

Although Harry was a kind child, and even growing up in a harsh environment had not warped his kind nature, when he witnessed the kind Mr. Ben being killed, deep murderous intent still surged within him. He wanted to kill that bad man!

He could not bear to see the kind Mr. Ben murdered. He could not bear to see such rare kindness vanish just like that. Even less could he bear the thought that a truly good man had died because of him.

The Magic Power within him went berserk, and under the influence of that rampaging power, uncontrollable murderous intent arose.

Because he was young, his killing intent was pure. Thus, Harry killed the bad man before him without hesitation!

Black fluid instantly engulfed the man. The Magic Power that had come to this world seemed to have undergone an incredible transformation. Even Magic Power alone, without any enhancement from a Magic Array, could unleash all sorts of unimaginable might!

At that moment, what Harry wanted most was for the bad man before him to disappear.

So he disappeared!

His body crumbled apart bit by bit as though it had been petrified. In the end, it turned to ash and scattered away, leaving behind not even the slightest trace!

After killing the bad man, much of the malice in Harry's heart dissipated. Remembering something, he immediately rushed toward Mr. Ben, who had fallen behind him.

That beautiful woman was kneeling on the ground, blankly holding Mr. Ben in her arms.

Harry instinctively wanted to manipulate the black substance and try to heal Mr. Ben's injuries, but just as the black substance surged forth, he suddenly noticed a maple leaf floating before him, utterly motionless.

Time had suddenly stopped!

Harry stared around him in shock. The tear falling from the beautiful woman's eye, the dust swept up by the wind, the fluttering corners of the clothes of panicked fleeing passersby, and the scarlet blood dripping from Mr. Ben's abdomen—everything was frozen in that instant, like flies trapped in a lake.

At that moment, it was as if he alone had been forgotten by time and space. Only he could move normally!

Suddenly, Harry heard the sound of sparks crackling behind him.

He turned around and saw a portal made of golden sparks form in an instant. A kind-looking, bald "elder" dressed in yellow monk's robes stepped out of it.

That was right—an elder.

Although this "elder" looked only around thirty, Harry felt as though he were looking at a dazzling sun.

She was brilliant, warm, and radiant, giving people a comfortable feeling. Yet now, it was already dusk.

The "elder" looked kindly at Harry, her gaze gentle and compassionate.

"You cannot do that. The Magic Power in your body has only just awakened. It is too powerful and disorderly. Not only will it fail to heal his wounds, it will harm him instead."

After witnessing such a miraculous sight, Harry knew that he had likely met the Witch he had always wanted to encounter.

But at that moment, he had no thoughts of learning magic and using it to teach Dudley a lesson. All he felt was endless panic.

"Are you a Witch? Please save Mr. Ben! He's a good man. He shouldn't die like this!

Please save him! Please save him!"

Ancient One looked at the boy, who seemed to be around ten years old, and let out a deep sigh of relief.

She had noticed the boy the moment he arrived in this world.

At first, however, she had thought he was merely an ordinary child and had paid him no attention.

But when the Magic Power within the boy erupted, even she, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, was astonished by the power within him!

That evil and powerful Magic Power differed slightly in some ways, but its essence was undoubtedly Chaos Magic!

Chaos Magic could alter reality at will and was an extraordinarily powerful type of Magic Power. What shocked Ancient One the most was that the Magic Power within this boy had not been borrowed.

It was Magic Power he possessed himself, and it continued to grow as time passed!

This meant that the boy could use magic without paying a price.

It meant that he might be able to create his own dimension and had the potential to become a Dimensional Demon!

At first, she had assumed that someone possessing such evil Magic Power must be cruel and heartless. But after meeting the boy, she realized that was not the case.

That evil aura from before was more likely the result of Magic Power running out of control, rather than the true nature of his Magic Power.

If she was not mistaken, that Magic Power had originally been an attribute-less chaos, changing along with its owner's emotions.

Seeing how anxious the boy was, Ancient One reached out and stroked his head, calming him down.

Then she smiled kindly. "Do not worry. You have enough time to treat this gentleman now. And you do not need my help—you already possess this power!"

When the mysterious Witch placed her hand on his head, Harry immediately felt the black fluid around him begin to change.

The thick blackness rapidly faded away, until only a delicate shade of gray remained.

He also felt that his control over this power had increased dramatically. He could now do far more than merely destroy things!

So he subconsciously looked toward Mr. Ben and repeated in his heart.

"Mr. Ben, recover quickly. Mr. Ben, recover quickly!"

The miraculous Chaos Magic answered his command. A great amount of gray mist surged into Mr. Ben's wounds. The originally gruesome gunshot wound rapidly healed, while the bullet lodged inside his body was annihilated by Chaos Magic!

Once everything was over, the gray mist completely dispersed. Mr. Ben's body had returned to normal, and he was even stronger than before he had been injured!

Sensing that Mr. Ben had recovered, Harry revealed a happy smile. Then his body went limp, and he fainted into Ancient One's arms.

Ancient One picked Harry up and looked at the boy's face.

Because of the boy's arrival, the timeline of this Parallel Universe had been thrown into complete chaos. She could now only see the future of the timeline without him. Whenever it involved this boy, all she could see of the future was blankness.

But she was no longer worried that the world would be destroyed because of his arrival. Instead, she was delighted, because she had found an heir even more talented than Stephen Strange.

This frail boy would become the most powerful Supreme Mage in history!

Before leaving, Ancient One looked at the Lightning Scar on Harry's forehead and frowned slightly.

"That will not do. How can my heir be influenced by a Lingering Soul?"

She extended a finger and brushed it over the Lightning Scar. Accompanied by a piercing shriek, the black scar on Harry's forehead changed into the same color as his skin. If one did not look closely, it could not even be noticed.

Ancient One smiled in satisfaction, placed Harry in the arms of the woman named Aunt May, and stepped into the portal behind her.

Grow quickly, future strongest Supreme Mage. I can hardly wait to see those Dimensional Demons wailing in misery!

New York, Midtown School of Science and Technology, twelfth grade.

Harry sat by the window. Without his glasses, he could easily see the writing on the blackboard and understand the knowledge the teacher explained. These were all powers granted to him by the Chaos Magic within his body.

Seven years had passed since his Magic Power awakened when he was eleven. He was now eighteen and about to enter university.

Ever since Uncle Ben and Aunt May adopted him seven years ago, the Chaos Magic within his body had grown stronger with every passing day. The amount of Chaos Magic in him now even earned considerable praise from his master, the Supreme Mage.

Although Chaos Magic was not meant to strengthen the body, nourished by Magic Power, he had become a sunny young man standing one hundred and eighty centimeters tall with eight-pack abs.

Nourished by Chaos Magic, he had removed his glasses and revealed his beautiful emerald-green eyes.

Nourished by Chaos Magic, his brain was noticeably sharper than those of ordinary people. Thus, he had consistently ranked first in twelfth grade.

Likewise nourished by Chaos Magic, he was handsome and popular at Midtown School of Science and Technology. Compared with his life seven years ago, his current life was practically heaven.

He had long since thrown the Dursley family to the back of his mind!

As he committed the teacher's lesson to memory, Harry spun the pen in his hand.

The pen rapidly rotated over his thumb. Although Harry was not applying much force, it continued spinning for more than ten minutes without stopping.

He was practicing his control over Magic Power. According to the Supreme Mage's teachings, the Magic Power within him was vast, to an unimaginable degree.

Yet the amount of Magic Power he could draw upon was very small. Even the power he could use was impossible for him to control completely, often slipping out of control. Therefore, the Supreme Mage had instructed him to manipulate objects in his daily life to train his Magic Power control.

Using Magic Power to spin a pen was one such training method.

By continuously training this way, Harry could feel the amount of Magic Power he could mobilize steadily increasing.

"This is incredible. No matter how hard I look, I cannot find any trace of how you perform that trick.

Is this really a magic trick? Not some kind of superpower?"

Harry looked to his right. The first thing he saw was a head of beautiful golden hair, followed by a delicate face beneath it.

This was his desk mate, Miss Gwen, a prominent figure at Midtown School of Science and Technology and an outstanding student who had consistently ranked third in twelfth grade.

Oh, and the student who consistently ranked second was his current younger brother, Peter Parker, who had also been adopted by Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

Unlike Harry, however, Peter was Uncle Ben's older brother's son and was related to Uncle Ben by blood.

Of course, Uncle Ben would not favor Peter because of that. He was not some awful, detestable person like Uncle Dursley.

Oh, let him say it again: he had long forgotten that damned Dursley family!

Harry also had a favorable impression of the beautiful and kind Miss Gwen beside him. He smiled as he replied, "Of course it's a magic trick. Otherwise, do you really think it's a superpower?"

Miss Gwen stared unblinkingly at the spinning pen with her large eyes, trying to find some flaw in the trick.

Hearing Harry's reply, she gave up observing it and smiled. "You never know. Maybe superpowers really do exist in this world!"

Ring ring ring ring ring...

Just then, the dismissal bell suddenly rang. Gwen blinked and asked the handsome young man beside her, who was packing up his school supplies, "Hey, Harry, do you want to grab a meal together later? You took me to the infirmary when I fainted last time, and I still haven't thanked you!"

"Sorry, Gwen, I still have something to do. You know, I've always had a part-time job." Harry shrugged apologetically.

He did indeed have something to do, and he really had always had a part-time job.

But it was not the sort of part-time job Gwen imagined, like working as a clerk in a supermarket. He was heading to the New York Sanctum Sanctorum to study magic with the Supreme Mage!

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