The Ancient One

New York, Brooklyn District, Heisenberg Mansion.

Heisenberg lay on the rooftop, basking in the sun as he idly guessed what the Avengers members had discussed at their gathering just now.

In his view, the only reason the Avengers had assembled ahead of schedule was to deal with him.

So what were they going to use against him?

Hulk?

Give him a break. With just a little thought, he could come up with a way to deal with that big guy.

He could fly. All he had to do was take Hulk into the sun and toss him toward its center.

Even if that did not kill him, Hulk would have no way of escaping the sun's gravity.

If the people at S.H.I.E.L.D. were not idiots, they would never let Hulk fight him.

After all, if no conflict broke out, Hulk could still serve as a trump card on the surface.

But if they really fought, then sorry—there went their trump card.

So would Captain Marvel be the one to deal with him in the end?

Or were they really going to treat Purple Man as his weakness?

To be honest, with a Kryptonian brain, Heisenberg was pretty good at making sharp turns in his thinking.

Purple Man was bait Heisenberg had thrown out to stir up S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

Since Earth in Marvel had Superman comics, S.H.I.E.L.D. should naturally understand that his so-called magical resistance was indeed just a tiny bit lower than his physical resistance.

He had placed a mind-control master like Purple Man right in front of them, while making it clear that he was determined to kill Purple Man.

There was a good chance they would question his motives and become interested in Purple Man.

And if S.H.I.E.L.D. became interested in Purple Man, that meant the Hydra hidden within it would also become interested in such things.

Heisenberg...

He wanted all of Hydra.

Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra was the real enterprise built to do big things.

No, organization.

In any case, with Hydra, he would have countless resources and subordinates.

Then, using Hydra's existing foundation as his core, he could rename and reorganize it before using it to rule humanity as a whole.

And then he would be responsible for acquiring alien technology and fleets, as well as alien scientific talent.

If anyone thought Earthlings could not make a name for themselves in space?

Impossible.

The Marvel Universe was not the Three-Body Universe. Getting by in Marvel was not that difficult.

He only needed to simplify Star-Lord's equipment a little, then distribute it on a large scale.

Or simplify Yondu's Whistle Arrow several dozen times, then distribute those in bulk.

And mass-produce the junk-collecting spacecraft that Valkyrie had once used in Thor: Ragnarok.

Ha!

Did they think humans would be inferior to aliens?

At the very least, they could not be much worse than the bunch of thugs on Yondu's ship...

In short, by now, Heisenberg had barely formed a goal—his overall plan for the Marvel Universe.

He would use Hydra to rule human society and recruit members of the Injustice League to bolster humanity's pool of powerful individuals.

March into space, conquer space, and he...

Would lie back and make money!

At that thought, Heisenberg practically wanted to get up and bust out a dance.

But before putting his plan into action, he still lacked a little timing.

First, he needed to persuade the protector of this Earth for nearly two thousand years, The Ancient One.

Second, he needed to use each major event from the movies to continuously expand the Injustice League.

Finally, he had to make up his mind, because once his plan began, humanity would inevitably suffer far too many casualties.

Though most of those casualties would probably be Europeans and Americans, since Heisenberg did not want to harm the Chinese people in Marvel.

Still, they were lives, one after another. He needed to prepare himself.

Prepare himself both to bear the casualties and to endure being cursed so viciously his head bled.

Those boring people would surely curse him to the skies when the time came.

Sigh. The more people cursed him, the more people he would have to kill. What a vicious cycle. He did not know whether he should kill until they no longer dared to curse him, or always use public opinion to package himself and his goals.

As he thought this, the sky gradually darkened.

Heisenberg decided to get up and stretch his legs.

Now was as good a time as any—he would fly to the Himalayas and meet that old bald woman!

Boom!

Heisenberg shot into the sky in an instant, then streaked away, his sharp body seeming to cleave the heavens in two.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, Heisenberg saw the snow-covered mountains he had visited not long ago.

But he had no idea where The Ancient One was hiding.

How could he make The Ancient One come out and meet him?

Simple.

His eyes glowed red, and scorching Heat Vision immediately burst forth.

In mere moments, the snow-covered mountain under Heisenberg's gaze collapsed.

A massive avalanche erupted at once. Heisenberg even saw several unfortunate climbers staring at the mountaintop with expressions of utter despair.

"Oh, there's a climbing team!"

Heisenberg silently flew near the team. The climbers were like ants on a hot pan, frantically searching for any way to survive.

Meanwhile, Heisenberg muttered to himself in irritation.

"The Ancient One, if you don't rewind this little stretch of time, I'll have no choice but to freeze the avalanche in place!"

He was not really so deranged that he would watch these climbers die one after another before his eyes.

And the person who appeared before him next proved that Heisenberg had guessed right!

As Heisenberg hovered in midair, The Ancient One quietly smiled at him and said, "Heisenberg, go stop all this, just as you originally intended."

"Mm-hm!"

Heisenberg nodded, then drifted in front of the more than twenty climbers. They were clearly from China; little national flags were even stuck into their backpacks.

The climbers were also endlessly astonished by Heisenberg's appearance.

"That's...!"

"Oh my god, how's he floating?!"

"It's a ghost!"

"What the hell is that thing?!"

Hearing the familiar language around him, Heisenberg smiled knowingly.

"Folks, I'm here to save you."

As he spoke, Heisenberg took a deep breath, then began flying wildly around the edge of the avalanche.

As he flew, he used freezing breath to compress the snow. In just three seconds, the raging avalanche had returned to being obedient, solid ice.

The only bad thing was...

Mount Everest now had an ice ring one hundred and thirty meters long around it!

It was like someone had put a ring around the mountain. Climbing it in the future would not be nearly as easy.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Holy shit, an immortal! He really is an immortal!"

"What kind of immortal looks like some foreigner?"

"Give it a rest. Haven't you read Superman comics? Doesn't he look kind of like Superman?"

"Since when does your Superman wear pajamas?"

"Uh..."

The climbers who had escaped death immediately began discussing excitedly, but by the time they did, Heisenberg had already returned to The Ancient One.

Watching Heisenberg return, The Ancient One nodded thoughtfully. Then, with a casual wave of her hand, a circular portal appeared.

"Come with me. To Kamar-Taj—we have plenty of time."

"Sure!"

Heisenberg immediately followed her through the portal.

The Ancient One did not avoid her disciples, because she and Heisenberg had appeared directly in Kamar-Taj's courtyard.

More than eighty apprentice sorcerers were diligently practicing hand-to-hand combat in the courtyard.

Uh...

Why were they practicing hand-to-hand combat?

Some were practicing staff techniques, some were practicing sword techniques, and others were hopping back and forth in every direction to practice footwork.

Was this really Kamar-Taj, and not some circus or martial arts school?

As if she had seen through Heisenberg's confusion, The Ancient One pursed her lips in a smile and waved to her disciples.

"Come and greet Lord Heisenberg. His power is no weaker than mine. While his attitude toward Earth differs slightly from mine, our goals are largely the same!"

As soon as she finished speaking, countless disciples turned to look at Heisenberg.

Their eyes were filled with astonishment, though not all of it was the same.

Some were astonished with reverence, some with longing, some with wariness, and some... with dissatisfaction.

Of course, there was also an ugly Captain Marvel somewhere in the universe, but we needn't say more about that.

Heisenberg smiled at the sorcerers while quietly spreading his Biological Field.

As everyone knew, the Biological Field could alter the Four Fundamental Forces within a certain range around Heisenberg.

With Heisenberg's deliberate control, the balance originally maintained by the field immediately became suppression against living beings.

Boom!!!

A small cloud of dust suddenly rose in Kamar-Taj's courtyard, and every sorcerer felt their entire body grow heavy.

Three sorcerers fainted on the spot, while many of the rest sat down on the ground in disarray.

This was because Heisenberg had altered the Weak Nuclear Force and Gravity within his field, causing the sorcerers to feel unwell in mere moments.

At the same time, The Ancient One beside Heisenberg gently pressed her palms together.

In an instant, Heisenberg's Biological Field vanished completely.

That single gesture had pulled everyone present into the Mirror Dimension.

However, after sensing it for a moment, Heisenberg realized that as long as he focused, he could still use his Biological Field within the Mirror Dimension.

Although the Mirror Dimension altered spacetime and physical laws to a certain extent.

So long as the Four Fundamental Forces existed, the Biological Field would not disappear.

But because the laws of physics had changed, Heisenberg needed to find the balance within his field again.

While Heisenberg was sensing his field, The Ancient One was lecturing her disciples.

"This world is vast, sorcerers, and I am not invulnerable.

"So, you must continue working hard and prepare yourselves to handle any unexpected situation.

"Lord Heisenberg, come speak with me in my study. They still need more practice; there is no need for us to take up their time and space."

"Okay, okay. I'll listen to you. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, right?"

"Mm. You seem quite proficient in Chinese as well, Lord Heisenberg. You used that idiom very appropriately."

"Haha, I'm proficient in the common languages of every intelligent species in the universe. Chinese is one of the more profound ones."

"More profound than the language of Bikini Atoll?"

"Nothing can compare to that. Every note in their language is the most beautiful ballad in the universe. No comparison, no comparison."

"Haha, you're more humorous than I imagined."

"And you're more... how should I put it? Kinder than I imagined?"

"Perhaps. After all, you are not an enemy I need to deal with."

As they spoke, the two arrived at The Ancient One's study.

Heisenberg had little interest in the magic books piled everywhere, nor did he care whether he possessed any talent for magic.

Especially magical talent in the Marvel Universe.

Superman might have a form called Magic Superman.

But Magic Superman was not Superman who had learned magic. Rather, Superman had merged with a demon named Etrigan.

The demon allowed him to wield magic; it was not something Superman himself could do. The difference was enormous.

Besides, even if Superman did have the talent, he would never learn the magic of the Marvel Universe.

Because Marvel's magic was fundamentally sorcery!

The power of this sorcery came from the Ancient Gods wandering throughout the universe. As long as you cast magic, you would have to pay a price for it.