Sorcerer Supreme Agamotto

"This guy..."

"If it's this guy..."

As the golden-haired figure standing beneath the sky slowly descended onto the city wall, a different thought began to stir within the white-robed monk, Cuba.

This level of power should have already caught the attention of that old man.

If we can utilize him, could Lord Dormammu break through that old man's blockade and bring Midgard into the Dark Order?

Cuba became increasingly agitated as he thought about it, and even the veins on his handsome face bulged due to this inexplicable emotion.

[The son of Titan?]

"I've chosen you, Beckett."

Cuba grinned maliciously, then suddenly his expression changed, and he vanished into the desert without a trace, leaving not a single mark.

"Um?"

"Disappeared?"

In the distance, Beckett, who was slowly descending onto the walls of the Egyptian capital, frowned, withdrew his gaze, and pondered to himself who was secretly spying on him.

"Woz?"

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz is scanning..."

"Scan complete. Unfortunately, Your His Highness Beckett, Woz did not find any signs of life."

Data about that desert was displayed on the lens-like screen in front of Beckett's right eye.

The values are stable, with no signs of any life activity.

"What's wrong, Savior? Are you so engrossed in the cheers that you can't pull yourself out?"

Hela, who had lost another bet to Beckett, saw Beckett standing motionless in front of her and her tone was clearly not friendly.

Unfortunately, he had indeed lost, so all he could do was make sarcastic remarks.

This monster.

From the moment Hela met Beckett, Hela never beat Beckett once.

Upon hearing this, Beckett dissipated the energy surging around his body, his golden hair instantly turning back to jet black. He glanced at the sarcastic Hela, raised an eyebrow, and his mocking and provocative tone made Hela's face darken.

"Thank you, Savior!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Menis prostrated himself on the ground, his gratitude toward Beckett overflowing. The Other, holding a scepter, stood not far away, his cold gaze fixed on the Egyptian Pharaoh.

If his gaze could kill, the people of Upper Egypt would probably have already lost their beloved Pharaoh by now.

"Hey, get ready to leave."

Beckett gazed down at the Pharaoh, who was prostrate on the ground, for a long while before turning to call out to Hela.

The fastest way to leave Midgard is undoubtedly by crossing the Bifrost. He has already achieved his purpose in coming here, and there is no reason for him to linger any longer.

He's still in solitary confinement.

Stroking the gentle orange cat on his shoulder, Beckett looked up and gazed into the unknown distance.

Meow~

Feeling exceptionally comfortable, the orange cat stuck out its tongue and licked its fur, its tail swaying happily from side to side.

"Huh?"

"Are we leaving already?!"

Upon hearing Menis suddenly looked up, his reluctant gaze pleading with Beckett to stay a few more days.

The strangely shaped pyramid should be completed in a few more days. Knowing that the two saviors came and went like the wind, Menis gritted his teeth and mustered up his courage to suggest that Beckett and Hela stay a little longer.

"I wish for the two saviors to personally attend the completion ceremony of the pyramids."

"This is of extraordinary significance to me and to our entire country."

Without Beckett and Hela's help during their six months of work in the freezing cold, there would be no Menis, the Egyptian Pharaoh, as he is today.

From the moment he built the statues of Beckett and Hela, he had always dreamed of inviting them to the sacred completion ceremony.

Is that so?

"I have no problem with that, the key is whether you can convince him." Hela casually agreed, then looked at the expressionless Beckett with interest.

She had performed acts of divine intervention before the Midgard several times before, and as the Asgardian Princess and the future queen of the Nine Realms, Hela was quite willing to participate in such activities.

"Your His Highness Beckett, I think we should leave Midgard as soon as possible."

Seizing the opportunity, The Other secretly gave Menis a sinister look, then bowed to Beckett.

To leave this place immediately and have a better future was The Other's only thought at that moment.

This Midgard gave him a great sense of crisis.

This is a worthy opponent.

"You cannot leave Midgard now, Son of Thanos."

An unfamiliar voice rang out immediately after "The Other," and a crimson magic circle appeared before Beckett and the others.

A middle-aged man with graying temples slowly walked out of the magic circle, wearing a dark yellow mage robe, with a strangely shaped pendant hanging on his chest?

"Who are you?!"

The vigilant Menis immediately stepped in front of Beckett and Hela, raising the Millennium Eye and unleashing its power to see through reality, only to have it shattered under the middle-aged man's finger.

"??!!!"

"Your understanding of the Eye of Horus is still very superficial, Pharaoh of Egypt." The middle-aged man, who saw through Menis's source of power at a glance, smiled, raising his right hand and slowly spreading his five fingers.

An invisible magical force instantly formed a unique subspace domain, enveloping Beckett and Hela within it!

"?!"

"Your His Highness Beckett?!"

The sudden disappearance of the figure left The Other in a panic.

"Alarm! Alarm! His Highness Beckett..."

"Alarm! Alarm! His Highness Beckett..."

"Alarm..."

Woz's alarm blared incessantly in Beckett's ears, and the pitch-black space was illuminated as bright as day the moment the middle-aged man's figure appeared!

"Relax, I mean you no harm."

The middle-aged man, whose feet were levitating, landed on the ground and looked at Beckett and Hela with a smile in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Hela warily combed her hair into a fighting style.

She hated the way this man looked at her; it was like an elder looking at a junior.

"My name is Agamotto."

"Of course, you can also call me— the Sorcerer Supreme."

Agamotto smiled kindly.

Perhaps this word is not quite appropriate to describe him, but the first word that comes to Hela's mind is kindness.

"The Sorcerer Supreme? The teacher that Cuba mentioned?"

A golden aura erupted, and Beckett, who had instantly ascended to Super Saiyan Second Stage, was filled with coldness in his eyes.

Taking him into the so-called subspace realm without his permission doesn't seem like a malicious act.

"In fact, I am no longer his teacher."

When talking about his most promising disciple, Agamotto's eyes flashed with a hint of melancholy.