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

Zhang Yang hesitated inwardly.

He really wanted to leave right now.

But he had to admit that Kamar-Taj was, after all, The Ancient One's territory.

As the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One ranked among the very strongest in the Marvel world.

For Zhang Yang, who currently had no abilities whatsoever, Kamar-Taj was indeed a fairly suitable beginner's village to stay in.

Besides, although Kamar-Taj looked simple and lacked the resplendent grandeur one might expect of a sacred place of magic—

The problem was—

The Ancient One's territory was not somewhere you could leave whenever you wanted, nor enter whenever you pleased.

Zhang Yang remembered that when he watched Avengers: Infinity War, the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj could simply wave their hands and open Portals to anywhere!

If he wanted to leave Kamar-Taj, he at least had to learn how to open a Portal first.

Otherwise, as an ordinary person, if Zhang Yang walked out of Kamar-Taj and happened to run into some villain wrecking the streets, wouldn't he be dead for sure?

What could he do? He had transmigrated into Marvel.

He sighed again.

Just as Zhang Yang had made up his mind, the surroundings suddenly grew noisy again.

"Who is that? Why is he dressed differently from us?"

"He looks so impressive! Is he a sorcerer from Kamar-Taj?"

"Quick, stand properly! Judging by the way he looks, he must be someone important!"

At that moment, the apprentices' attention shifted from Aili to someone else.

It was a man dressed in brown monk's robes.

He looked to be in his thirties, his hands clasped behind his back as he strolled toward the crowd.

The man's face was expressionless, his gaze cold and stern.

With every step, his monk's robes fluttered in the wind. He looked like someone who had cultivated for a long time, like a peerless master.

His powerful presence instantly silenced the previously noisy training ground.

Even Aili, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, obediently stood properly among the crowd.

Zhang Yang followed the crowd and stood properly as well.

He watched the man approach slowly, his sharp gaze sweeping over every apprentice on the training ground.

"My name is Berkeley. I will be responsible for teaching you the Mystic Arts. From now on, you will call me Senior Brother Berkeley!"

Berkeley?

To Zhang Yang, the name Berkeley was completely unfamiliar.

Among Marvel's sorcerers, aside from The Ancient One and Doctor Strange, Zhang Yang only knew Wong, the one who liked listening to Beyoncé's music.

But in Marvel—

Magic had always been a powerful force.

Zhang Yang guessed that Kamar-Taj had more than one or two powerful sorcerers.

And Berkeley's unsmiling demeanor—

Really did give him something of an otherworldly master's air.

As expected of someone who cultivated the Mystic Arts.

Even his bearing felt distinctly different from that of an ordinary person.

Since he could intimidate Aili, who had just loudly proclaimed that she would become the future Sorcerer Supreme, he must have some real skill.

Zhang Yang had been here for less than a day, after all. He did not yet understand Kamar-Taj, nor had he personally witnessed magic.

No matter what—

He had come here to study, so he had to remain humble.

As Zhang Yang thought this, Berkeley spoke again. "Being a sorcerer is not easy. You need the determination to endure hardship and the perseverance to persist! Of course, you also need a certain amount of talent, as well as the resolve to die at any time!"

A show of force!

A classic line for acting cool.

Berkeley's words were meant to give all the apprentices a warning.

And clearly, they were highly intimidating.

The moment Berkeley finished speaking, the apprentices whose faces had previously been filled with excitement immediately turned serious.

Even Zhang Yang became somewhat serious.

Although he had ended up at Kamar-Taj against his will, now that he had decided to learn magic, he could not treat it casually.

Otherwise, if he learned only half-baked magic and left Kamar-Taj, where The Ancient One protected him, he might not even be able to run away from the bosses who would later invade Earth.

Zhang Yang did not have to reach The Ancient One's level, but he still needed to learn Doctor Strange's magic.

Zhang Yang silently made up his mind.

"Now, I will teach you the first step in learning magic."

"Raise your hands, focus your attention, and empty your minds of everything. Silently recite the magic incantation. If you think such an incantation is impractical, you can also call this language a program."

"Feel the energy of nature. The incantation is already in your minds."

With the act over, he said nothing more.

Berkeley began teaching basic magic.

As he spoke, he demonstrated.

He raised both hands, closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and continued:

"Feel the power bestowed upon you by the distant Universe. Then recite the incantation, gather energy, and draw out a Magic Ray."

As Berkeley finished speaking—

His hands slowly pulled apart, and a yellow, glowing Magic Ray appeared in his hands.

"Oh, my God! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it!"

"That is incredible! Senior Brother Berkeley actually drew a ray of light out of thin air!?"

"Magic is unbelievable! How did he do that?"

Astonishment appeared on every apprentice's face with remarkable uniformity. Their mouths fell open, as though they had just witnessed the birth of a miracle.

They were eager to try, attempting to follow Berkeley's instructions.

Yet not a single person managed to draw out a Magic Ray. They could not even produce the slightest glimmer of light.

A trace of unease surfaced on Aili's face, though she had previously been brimming with confidence.

A flicker of obsession and determination shone in her eyes as she began drawing a Magic Ray according to Berkeley's instructions.

However, after several attempts, her results were not much better than everyone else's.

Praise and exclamations flooded into Berkeley's ears.

Seeing the apprentices fail again and again—

Berkeley finally let out the breath he had been holding.

Originally, Berkeley had worried that an Apprentice Sorcerer like him might not be qualified to teach apprentices, so he had deliberately put on a cold and aloof act to keep them in line.

Now, it seemed the effect was quite good.

Berkeley felt somewhat gratified, though his face remained stern.

With his hands behind his back, he snapped, "Put more effort into it! Focus your attention! You're almost there!"

As he spoke, he moved through the apprentices, seemingly checking their progress.

Until—

He reached Zhang Yang and could not help stopping. His brows furrowed slightly, and he sternly asked Zhang Yang with obvious displeasure, "Why aren't you practicing?!"

The reprimand pulled Zhang Yang back from his thoughts.

He had been trying to remember how Doctor Strange had drawn those Magic Weapons and shields when he watched Avengers: Infinity War.

That was why he had forgotten to try for a moment.

"Senior Brother, I'll try now," Zhang Yang hurriedly said.

Berkeley nodded. Seeing Zhang Yang's obedient appearance, just like his own when he had first entered Kamar-Taj, his tone softened somewhat as he said to Zhang Yang:

"Failure is not frightening. What is frightening is not daring to try. Don't be afraid. Give it a try."

Berkeley's encouragement gave Zhang Yang great confidence and a trace of warmth.

He truly was someone who cultivated.

The meaning of cultivating magic was to cultivate one's abilities, but also one's heart.

Feeling Berkeley's trusting gaze—

Zhang Yang took a deep breath.

After all, it was his first time learning magic, and he was somewhat nervous.

He followed Berkeley's instructions.

He cast aside distracting thoughts, focused his attention, concentrated completely, and sensed the energy from this Multiverse. The incantation was already within his mind.

He imagined Doctor Strange casting shield magic.

Zhang Yang raised both hands.

In an instant, his mind seemed like a computer flooded with a massive amount of information. Images and strange words continuously flashed through his thoughts.

Those images and words slowly flowed out from his mind.

They traveled through his entire body, seeped into his soul, and reached his hands.

As Zhang Yang slowly pulled his hands apart—

A yellow Magic Ray appeared before everyone.

Berkeley: ...??

Aili: ...??

All the apprentices: ...??

Ignoring everyone else's stares—

Zhang Yang followed the image in his mind, drawing a circle with his hands before spreading them apart, then drawing square lines of light and finally bringing his hands together.

Bang!

A glowing Magic Shield floated before Zhang Yang.

It also appeared before everyone on the training ground.

As the Magic Shield appeared, Berkeley's face gradually changed from expressionless to shocked.

Though he tried hard to restrain his expression—

So that he would not appear overly exaggerated—

His suddenly widened pupils still betrayed him.