A New Year

"Thank you!"

Feeney sincerely thanked Mordo.

He was actually very grateful to Mordo, a senior, for providing so much experience and guidance in his cultivation.

Seeing Feeney thank him so earnestly, Mordo felt a little embarrassed. He waved his hand dismissively, indicating it was nothing, and then said, "Hurry up and cultivate."

Watching Mordo's retreating back, Feeney smiled silently. If he had the chance to repay Mordo in the future, he would definitely do so without hesitation, provided it was for the right reasons.

As Mordo had said earlier, everyone in Kamar-Taj knew Feeney's nickname, which made him even more annoyed. He already had nicknames like 'Armor Mage' and 'Mad Knight'.

Now that the media had published it, it was as if it had received official recognition. Many sorcerers had actually started calling him 'Silver Knight'.

"Should I ask Tony to mention it casually!?"

Feeney thought to himself. He was a sorcerer certified by a professional organization, and moreover, a disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme. How could he be called a knight? Wasn't that an insult to Ancient One herself?

"Good morning! Silver Knight!"

As Feeney was contemplating a solution, someone called out to him again. He couldn't help but get angry and immediately turned around, intending to spar with the person. However, upon seeing that the other party was bald, his face instantly became as docile as a kitten's.

"Good morning, Teacher!"

Feeney put on a helpless expression and complained to Ancient One, "Teacher, please don't laugh at me. I am a sorcerer in life and a sorcerer in death."

"No one said you weren't!"

Ancient One replied with a smiling face, but her teasing expression seemed to find it very amusing.

Feeney cast a resentful glance at Ancient One. Ancient One didn't mind and looked back. The Sorcerer Supreme had seen all sorts of storms; for a moment, they stared at each other.

In the end, the younger Feeney was the first to back down. He stopped discussing the issue of his name with Ancient One and changed the subject, asking, "Teacher, is there any magic tool that can strike out a spirit body?"

"No!"

Ancient One walked forward, fanning herself with a small fan. Feeney quickly followed.

"Then is there any powerful magic tool specifically for enemies who are large in size, have high defense, strong power, and high speed?"

Ancient One stopped and looked at Feeney speechlessly, as if wondering if this was truly the disciple she had taught.

"Feeney, if you ever get such a magic tool, you can let me see it."

Looking at Ancient One's encouraging expression, Feeney felt a little awkward and speechless. He knew his question was a bit foolish, but he just thought, what if? After all, she was the Sorcerer Supreme and had lived for so long.

"What are you planning to do now? Isn't being called the Silver Knight enough?"

Ancient One asked casually, looking at other sorcerers who greeted her around. She nodded and smiled back.

"There might be a big fight between a green and a yellow monster recently. I want to stop it."

Feeney hesitated for a moment before replying. Perhaps Ancient One wasn't omniscient and omnipotent; after all, she couldn't be interested in every single thing in the world.

But it was true that Ancient One had the ability to solve most problems. With her strength, there weren't many things that could trouble her.

"Then be careful and don't get hurt."

Ancient One turned back and instructed him with concern.

That's it!?

Feeney stared blankly at Ancient One. With just a simple instruction, she didn't ask which two monsters or why he wanted to stop them, as if she had just said "be safe" and nothing more.

"But I can't beat them yet. Does the organization have any way to help!"

Feeney looked at Ancient One pitifully, implying, "Can you lend me some good equipment? I'll return it after I use it."

"Isn't the Eye of Agamotto enough!?" Ancient One looked at Feeney's finger and said exasperatedly, "You're the only one in Kamar-Taj who has one."

"Cough, this is a necessity of life."

Feeney hid his finger behind him, afraid that Ancient One would take back the Eye of Agamotto. He had already gotten used to using portals.

"Feeney, I don't mind what you do, but you must remember not to bring trouble to Kamar-Taj, nor put other sorcerers in danger."

Looking at Ancient One's solemn instructions, Feeney nodded in understanding. Kamar-Taj had given him too much help, and he had long considered himself a part of it. Of course, he wouldn't cause trouble for it.

"Also, your future should be chosen by yourself. I believe you will find a way."

Then, Ancient One patted Feeney's shoulder and walked towards the training ground to check on the progress of some early-morning cultivating sorcerers.

Since he couldn't get much help from Ancient One, Feeney thought of other methods. He had considered finding a battlefield with an advantage, just like he did with Iron Monger.

But unfortunately, Abomination was different from Iron Monger. That guy's vitality was terrifyingly strong. Low temperatures would probably only make him feel a little chilly at most.

Furthermore, with Abomination's speed, it would be difficult for his portal to teleport him away suddenly unless it was an accident. The Hulk wouldn't be as obedient as Tony and cooperate.

Sighing with worry, Feeney temporarily put aside his thoughts. Things would work out eventually. Although he didn't know the exact time, there should still be some time left. Perhaps by then, he would be able to draw his Fifth Skill.

Moreover, at worst, he could completely stay out of it and let the plot develop according to its original trajectory. If the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.

His parents were not in New York, and Skye was a homebody. No matter how big the commotion these two caused, it wouldn't affect his close ones.

Feeney never felt like a hero. He was just the kind of person who would lend a hand when he had the chance, but wouldn't feel guilty if he couldn't.

He was even less like Tony, who believed he had a responsibility to protect world peace.

He was a person who went with the flow, even a bit lazy. If New York itself wasn't so dangerous, and with the future threat of Thanos' snap, he might not be so urgently trying to gain experience.

Finally, Feeney decided to temporarily focus on learning spirit body-related spells, then continue to improve himself step by step. Perhaps before Hulk's battle with Abomination, he could look forward to what his Fifth Skill would be.

Time always slips away unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, it was year-end again.

Over these past two months, Tony hadn't contacted him much, and each time he called using Pepper's name, only to hand the phone over later, never initiating a call himself.

The main reason Tony contacted him was that S.H.I.E.L.D. had been investigating his identity. Since Tony and Pepper were the only two who knew, they had been incredibly annoyed over these two months, and their calls were mostly complaints.

Of course, asking for some Sumire's Fried Chicken Rolls as compensation was also important!

Regarding Abomination, Feeney had considered discussing it with Tony. However, considering Tony was currently dealing with the aftermath of announcing his identity, resisting pressure from the Military, and being troubled by Palladium Poisoning, as well as their previous collaboration, he ultimately abandoned the idea.

And so, just like that, 2010, the year Iron Man successfully debuted, passed, and the world welcomed a brand new year.

I don't really want to explain, but about the negative reviews, even though I say I don't care, I actually care a lot (ó﹏ò)... Sometimes I can't help but delete them. Although the protagonist's Strength isn't that strong yet, I'm not mistreating him, am I! They say my cheats are too powerful, yet I write him as too weak. Sigh, I have my own plot progression design. I can only say that my idea is a low floor and a high ceiling. Though those people might not even see this chapter's comments... Whatever, keep going, keep going!