In Marvel: Do You Really Think Becoming the Sorcerer Supreme Is That Hard?

"Leave it to Captain America and the others. For now, investigate the area around the Himalayas. What happened to Mount Everest has had too much of an impact. The World Security Council is putting pressure on me." Nick Fury rubbed his temples.

There had been far too many troubles lately.

"Okay."

As Black Widow spoke, she picked up the documents and left Nick Fury's office, her high heels clicking crisply against the floor.

Once Black Widow had left, Nick Fury picked up the phone on his desk and made a call.

The line was connected quickly.

"Agent Hill, how is Plan B progressing?" Nick Fury asked in a deep voice as soon as the call connected.

"Everything is normal. It is proceeding according to the original plan," Agent Hill reported truthfully.

"You need to speed up, Hill. There's a problem in the Himalayas." Nick Fury seemed dissatisfied with the words "original plan," and his tone turned more severe.

Hill felt a certain amount of pressure, but no matter what, Nick Fury was her superior.

Other than saying yes, Hill could not give any other answer.

However, Hill clearly had doubts.

"Sir, if we create destructive weapons with the Tesseract and cannot control them, things will become terrible. Earth may very well suffer."

Though it was Hill's doubt, it was also a reminder.

Nick Fury had considered this as well.

Moreover, Nick Fury was somewhat impatient with Hill's reminder, even displeased.

"Agent Hill, you only need to accelerate the plan. You don't need to worry about anything else."

"Earth needs some means of self-defense."

"Besides, a powerful superhuman has appeared in the Himalayas. We still don't know whether they are an enemy or an ally."

"Of course, I hope they're an ally. But the problem is, if they are an ally, being too powerful is also troublesome. We ordinary people need some way to restrain them, don't we..."

As Nick Fury spoke, his gaze grew more ruthless.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and also calculating something.

Night. Kamar-Taj.

Berkeley sat alone on the training grounds, looking up at the sky.

The night was deep, with neither moon nor wind.

Only wave after wave of sighs remained in the air.

Sigh—

Sigh—

Sigh—

Three consecutive sighs.

Berkeley shook his head repeatedly. Then, a figure hurried over through the darkness.

"Berkeley?" the newcomer asked tentatively.

Only then did Berkeley come back to his senses. As the man approached, Berkeley saw that it was Wong.

"Arch-Sorcerer." Berkeley called out weakly, bowing without rising.

It was somewhat disrespectful, but Berkeley could not care about that right now.

Wong frowned.

He noticed Berkeley's subtle change.

However, he did not take such formalities to heart and merely asked Berkeley anxiously, "Are you and the Apprentices all right?"

Berkeley blankly lifted his head, his hollow eyes fixed on Wong as he let out an "Ah."

Wong's brows furrowed even more. "Something major happened at Mount Everest today. I heard that after a powerful magical aura appeared, half of Mount Everest was cut away."

"Mount Everest is very close to Kamar-Taj. This is no small matter. I suspect Dormammu's followers may be causing trouble nearby. The Sorcerer Supreme has probably learned of this as well."

"Didn't you apply this morning to take the Apprentices to the Himalayas for training? I was worried something might have happened to you. I came to ask, and also to see whether you know who did this."

Wong spoke with a grave expression.

One look at his serious face was enough to show that this was no trivial matter.

As an Arch-Sorcerer,

Wong's main duty was to guard the Kamar-Taj Library.

Generally speaking, unless something truly major happened, Wong would never leave the Kamar-Taj Library for even a step.

Yet this time, Wong had specifically left the Kamar-Taj Library to find Berkeley.

It was easy to imagine how great the impact of this incident was.

With Berkeley's usual temperament, hearing Wong say this would have made him jump up in alarm long ago.

Yet now, Berkeley was unusually calm.

He waved at Wong. "Give me a pause button. I'm really tired."

"???" Wong said, "Berkeley, what are you talking about?"

Berkeley seemed not to hear him and continued, "I'm sorry for being born human."

"..." Wong grew somewhat angry. "Berkeley!"

Only when Wong became angry did Berkeley nod with certainty. "I know."

Wong froze, then hurriedly asked, "Then did you encounter Dormammu's followers?"

Berkeley slowly shook his head.

Wong snapped, "Then what exactly did you do?!"

Berkeley looked at Wong miserably. "Arch-Sorcerer, Zhang Yang cut the Himalayas."

???

What the hell?

"How is that possible?!" Wong's eyes widened, disbelief written across his face. "Zhang Yang has only studied magic for three days. How could he possess such powerful magical energy? Enough to cut the Himalayas in half?"

Who were you trying to fool?

It was not like Wong had never learned magic before!

"That level of magical energy would require at least decades of cultivation! Zhang Yang reached that level after only three days? Are you trying to make it impossible for other sorcerers to live?!" Wong demanded unhappily, looking at Berkeley as if he were lying.

It was not that Wong was to blame.

Whether by theory, by everything Wong had seen and heard, or even by the Book of the Vishanti, no similar example could be found.

It was difficult to make Wong believe it.

"It's true... Arch-Sorcerer... It wasn't just me... The other Apprentices saw it too..."

It would have been fine if they had not mentioned the gap between them, but once it came up, Berkeley could not help wanting to cry.

Suppressing his bitterness, Berkeley spoke to Wong in a tearful voice.

Seeing Berkeley so serious, Wong was stunned for a moment.

No way?

Zhang Yang had really done it?!

He had cultivated such powerful magical energy in only three days?

Had Kamar-Taj produced a god?

Berkeley's words left Wong dumbfounded.

Was Zhang Yang's talent really that strong?

For some reason, Wong simply could not believe it.

He looked at Berkeley and said, "Didn't you say you were teaching them randomly? Random teaching could produce such powerful magical energy? You didn't notice it before."

Wong's words were like a bayonet.

A single strike was fatal.

It would have been fine if he had not brought it up, but once he did, Berkeley could no longer hold himself together. He wailed at Wong with a face on the verge of tears.

"Arch-Sorcerer! I don't know either! I really was teaching randomly!"

"I took them to the Himalayas to teach them how to resist the cold and feel the energy of nature. Who knew that after Zhang Yang stayed there for fifty minutes, he not only resisted the cold but also gathered energy? So I had him give it a try. In the end, he used Magic Ray to forcibly cut Mount Everest's summit in half!"

"Most importantly, I discovered today that Zhang Yang didn't even use a Sling Ring when he opened a Portal!"

"How powerful must his mental strength be to focus to that extent?!"

Berkeley looked at Wong.

His entire face seemed to spell out the words "questioning life."

That made Wong start to believe Berkeley's words.

But the problem was...

That was not scientific!

There was no logic to it!

He cultivated such powerful magical energy in fifty minutes?

He could split Mount Everest with Magic Ray?

He could open a Portal without a Sling Ring?

Every single thing Berkeley described was unprecedented, whether in Kamar-Taj or the entire magical world!

Any one of them could become a legend!

Zhang Yang!

Could he have some connection to the Vishanti?

After all, the secret arts passed down through Kamar-Taj by The Ancient One had all been created by the Vishanti, the triune god.

If Zhang Yang had no connection to the Vishanti,

Wong truly could not imagine how an ordinary person could possess such an absurd ability to learn magic.

Even extraordinary talent could not reach such a level!

Zhang Yang was simply godlike!

As Wong was still marveling inwardly, Berkeley sighed. "Arch-Sorcerer, I really can't hide it anymore. I already told Zhang Yang to transfer and become an Apprentice Sorcerer. Starting tomorrow, he'll attend classes with you."

Berkeley looked at Wong.

Forget lasting three days. In this situation, Berkeley could not last even one more minute.

Who knew what level Zhang Yang would reach after another minute?!

"Arch-Sorcerer, I finally understand it. We cultivate by the year, but Zhang Yang cultivates by the minute!" Berkeley threw back his head and sighed. "It's not fair!"

Seeing Berkeley like this,

Wong's heart skipped a beat.

Although Berkeley had exaggerated it greatly.