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Kamar-Taj, the residence of the Sorcerer Supreme, was also the largest and most systematic training ground for Wizards on Earth in this universe.

Although it had never been open to the public or had dealings with any country or government agency, many qualified people were still brought in every year as apprentices.

Through study, meditation, and training, they would eventually become users of magic.

The best among them would be chosen to join the Guardians of the Glorious Sanctum.

It could be said that without the protection of Kamar-Taj's Wizards, Earth would likely have long been overrun by monsters from other dimensions, or even swallowed whole into the domains of other Dimensional Demon Gods.

But with the ignition of the Trans-Spacetime Beacon Tower, along with the spread of vast amounts of magical knowledge, techniques, and an entirely new spellcasting environment, this place had become completely different from before.

This was especially true for ordinary people who had accidentally received that knowledge and suddenly awakened magical talent. They had now all been brought to Kamar-Taj for guidance.

Their total number had even reached nearly sixty.

Most of them had been discovered the instant their magical powers erupted, then brought directly through opened portals to this tranquil place far removed from the mundane world.

Otherwise, these people with all manner of strange magical abilities alone would have given S.H.I.E.L.D. and Nick Fury splitting headaches.

If they were exploited by people with ulterior motives, there might even be extreme cases where an entire nation's top leadership was subjected to Mind Control or Charm.

After all, when ordinary people gained powerful supernatural abilities, their desires would inevitably expand. The odds of them becoming responsible heroes would never exceed 0.001 percent.

Becoming a Homelander who declared, "I don't eat beef," was much closer to reality.