Are You Interested in Becoming the Sorcerer Supreme?

The highest peak in the Malal.

Suddenly, a rainbow-like light, dragging with immense energy, descended like a comet, its enormous aftershocks clearing away the surrounding wind and snow!

As the air surged, two figures appeared one after the other: Odin, clad in golden armor, and Alvin beside him.

"Truly worthy of being called the Bifrost ---" Alvin cast an envious glance, his burning gaze causing Odin's lips to twitch involuntarily as he tightened his grip on "Gungnir," as if afraid the boy would snatch it away.

Although he didn't know exactly how far Asgard was from Earth, it must have been at least tens of light-years away. The fact that he could reach such a distance in just a few seconds showed just how amazing the "Bifrost" was!

"Do you know the principle behind the Bifrost?" Odin was truly afraid of Alvin and helplessly explained, "The so-called Bifrost is actually the 'World Tree.' To master this power, you either need to be an Asgard, or you also crave the power of the World Tree?"

"No thanks." Alvin's lips twitched, a hint of regret creeping in; yet another dream had been shattered.

This thing is indeed related to the World Tree.

Unless the World Tree is moved to Warhammer, even with the Bifrost, it probably wouldn't be usable; the Space Bridge from Transformers would be more cost-effective and practical.

At least, the Space Bridge poses no hidden dangers.

Looking at the Malal shrouded in wind, snow, and thick fog, Alvin sighed inwardly, just as he had predicted.

Odin's old friend... is the Sorcerer Supreme.

However, this is just right.

Having been in the Marvel Cinematic Universe for so long, I should at least come and meet the Sorcerer Supreme, shouldn't I?

Of course, he was well prepared.

Even if the Sorcerer Supreme were to kill him to silence him, he was confident he could escape, a fact confirmed by the "Navigator".

"Lord Alvin, the God King- King of Asgard."

At that moment, a Black man dressed in a rather traditional sorcerer's robe appeared from around the corner near the mountain peak. He removed his hood, revealing an honest-looking face. "The Sorcerer Supreme already knows the purpose of your visit and has specially sent me here to await you and escort you to Kamar-Taj."

"Good."

Odin nodded slightly, clearly not surprised.

"Since you know where Kamar-Taj is, why don't you just teleport there?" Alvin asked curiously from the side.

"Mr. Alvin, this is because Kamar-Taj is protected by the power of the Sorcerer Supreme, and does not allow powerful beings like the God King to enter directly. Otherwise, it would be seen as a challenge to the Sorcerer Supreme," the honest-looking black man explained.

"I see."

Alvin suddenly realized and nodded. "By the way, I still don't know your name."

"That's true, I haven't introduced myself yet." The honest-looking Black man smiled and said, "My name is Carl Mordo, one of the Sorcerer Supreme's disciples. I recently Kamar-Taj and am currently learning basic spells."

Good grief, he's the villain!

Alvin paused for a few seconds, but quickly recovered and began to ponder what the Sorcerer Supreme was up to.

He didn't believe that the Sorcerer Supreme wouldn't know that Mordo would become a villain in the future, but even if he did know, it was strange that he would still let Mordo grow up unchecked.

While pondering, Mordo opened the portal.

They stepped through the portal and instantly traveled from the Malal to the mage's quarters in Kamar-Taj.

A group of mages were diligently practicing their spells in the courtyard, seemingly completely unaware of the intrusion of these two strangers.

That's true. Odin is the God King, a figure of immense power and prestige. How could he allow ordinary people to see him?

Mordo quickly led the two to a door and bowed respectfully, saying, "God King, Mr. Alvin, the Sorcerer Supreme is inside. Please make yourselves at home."

After saying this, he stepped back and left. Odin took half a step forward, and the wooden door slowly opened. Alvin followed behind and stepped into the antique-style room.

A bald woman dressed in a loose white monk's robe, resembling an ascetic, was watching the two people who entered the room with the standard kneeling posture of ancient Central China.

Alvin was also sizing up the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One, the most powerful legend in the Marvel Universe to date.

There is no trace of the passage of time on her face; it is as if time has been frozen over on her.

But Alvin knew that this was her way of absorbing dark energy to compensate for her lifespan deficiency, and it was also the main problem that led to Mordo's later corruption.

Please have a seat.

With a slight movement of his hand, Ancient One brought up a tea table and three cups of steaming, freshly boiled tea to the otherwise empty room.

Odin, as if he were very familiar with the place, sat down cross-legged without any regard for decorum, and gulped down a cup of tea. "You should already know why we're here. Just tell me what you want."

It's clear they're old acquaintances.

"It's difficult."

Ancient One held the teacup, took a sip, and slowly put it down. After pondering for a moment, she gave a thought-provoking answer.

Difficult means that it is possible.

Alvin naturally understood the Sorcerer Supreme's implied meaning, and said, "If there's anything I can do to help the Sorcerer Supreme, please don't hesitate to ask. As long as it's within my power, I certainly won't refuse."

Ancient One smiled but didn't answer him directly. Instead, she looked at Odin and said, "Your God King, may I speak with him alone?"

Odin raised an eyebrow, his questioning gaze shifting between the two. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded slightly. "Alright, you two talk."

After saying that, he disappeared from the room, leaving behind the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, and a bewildered Alvin.

"Don't worry." Ancient One noticed his nervousness and smiled. "Sit down, have a cup of tea, and we can talk slowly. Don't be so nervous; I won't do anything to you."

Since that's what they said, Alvin had no choice but to nod in agreement, awkwardly sit down, pick up his teacup, take a sip, and pretend to ease the tension.

"Do you think there's any difference between me and what you imagined?" Ancient One asked, looking at him with interest.

Faced with this seemingly nonsensical question, Alvin thought for a moment and replied truthfully, "I thought the Sorcerer Supreme who protects Earth would be an old man with white hair, but I didn't expect him to be so young."

He was referring to the characters in the comics.

The Ancient One's original design was that of an old man with white hair, but in the movie, she was transformed into a woman.

"If you like, I can talk to you in this form too," the Ancient One said, her appearance changing to look exactly like her comic book counterpart. She smiled kindly and said, "Appearance doesn't really matter."

It all depends on how you see me.

"Impressive, truly worthy of being called the Sorcerer Supreme."

Alvin offered a compliment, then set down his teacup, gazed at the Sorcerer Supreme before him, and slowly said, "I think we should get straight to the point. May I state my requirements?"

"Alright, since you've put it that way—"

Ancient One spoke succinctly, his eyelids slightly lifted, his deep eyes seemingly containing a galaxy. "Three conditions. If you agree—I will assist the God King in reshaping this Daemon Artifact for you. How about it?"

What are the conditions?

Alvin did not rush to agree; he wanted to see first what conditions the Sorcerer Supreme would offer.

I won't make things difficult for you.

The Ancient One suddenly leaned forward, a hint of eagerness in her eyes, and a slight smile played on her lips as she said with amusement, "For example... would you be interested in taking my place and becoming the new 'Sorcerer Supreme'?"