In Marvel: Do You Really Think Being the Sorcerer Supreme Is Difficult?

A fabulously wealthy second-generation heir, proud and worshiped by thousands!

Who is Captain America?!

The spiritual pillar of The U.S., a tough guy who survived life-and-death battles against Hitler and Hydra during World War II and lived to this day!

Who is Barton?

An assassin! A weapons master! Arrogant, cold, ruthless!

These three people had actually knelt down and raised their hands?!

Who were they worshiping?

The god they were talking about?

Who was the god?

Loki?

No... No, that was wrong. It definitely wasn't Loki. Then who was it?

Nick Fury was dumbfounded. He was even somewhat eager to go to the center of the battlefield and take a look, but Nick Fury wouldn't do that.

Putting himself in danger was absolutely not Nick Fury's personality or style.

"Director, something seems wrong in downtown New York. How about I go take a look?" Just then, Hill spoke to Nick Fury.

That was exactly what Nick Fury had been hoping for.

"Go," Nick Fury said.

After receiving Nick Fury's order, Hill headed out of the office.

She had to find the truth!

S.H.I.E.L.D. needed the truth!

Downtown New York.

The rooftop of the New York Sanctum.

The Ancient One stood on high ground, gazing at everything in the city. Everything had exceeded her expectations and was developing in an unbelievable direction.

"Why is this happening? Something seems wrong."

The Ancient One couldn't help muttering.

Perhaps because her emotions had fluctuated, she seemed somewhat surprised at this moment.

According to the future predicted by the Eye of Agamotto,

everything in New York should not have happened this way.

Loki had led the Chitauri army in invading Earth.

The Avengers should have dealt with it.

But now, things had clearly exceeded the Ancient One's expectations.

Or rather, the original timeline had already been altered. Everything was developing in an unbelievable direction.

And the source of all this inexplicability was a powerful magical aura—domineering and unreasonable.

It directly enveloped the entire downtown area.

If she had not possessed powerful magic and a heart tempered by a thousand years of cultivation, even the Ancient One might have been trapped within it.

This was an aura of fear.

But this fear was not forcibly generated. Instead, it stirred up the fear of the unknown hidden in people's hearts.

To humans, the unknown was inherently frightening.

Although the Ancient One had never seen magic like this,

she could tell that it was not actually powerful magic. It was simply very devious.

It exploited people's fear—their fear of the unknown—and amplified it infinitely, producing this result.

As long as a person was capable of feeling fear, this magic could amplify that fear infinitely.

The Ancient One believed that she had a certain understanding of Earth's magic and even its most powerful sorcerers.

But now,

The Ancient One felt that she was still lacking.

For example, she had never seen magic like this—or the person who had cast it. She had not even heard of them.

"Sorcerer Supreme!"

At that moment, someone saluted the Ancient One from behind.

From the voice, the Ancient One knew that it was Mordo.

Mordo looked somewhat flustered. After saluting, the anxious Mordo hurriedly said, "The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj suddenly don't know what's happening. They've all become panicked! The sorcerers with powerful energy are fine, but some with weaker energy have actually knelt down! They've been talking about some god or other!"

Looking at the Ancient One's back, Mordo's expression was solemn.

As expected of the Sorcerer Supreme.

She truly never panicked when faced with trouble.

"Can you feel it? There's a powerful magical aura." As Mordo was thinking, the Ancient One suddenly asked.

A powerful magical aura?

Mordo furrowed his brow, closed his eyes, and used his own energy to sense it.

After a short while,

shock appeared on Mordo's face.

"This..." He opened his mouth and uttered a single syllable.

If the Sorcerer Supreme had not reminded him, Mordo truly would not have noticed that there was such a strange and domineering magical aura in New York City.

"Just as I thought, you felt it too," The Ancient One said.

From beginning to end, she had not turned around. She merely shifted her gaze from New York City to the sky.

"Master! Is it Dormammu?" After sensing this magical aura, Mordo instantly understood why such a phenomenon had appeared in New York.

He made a rough guess.

He guessed Dormammu because he was the longtime archenemy of Kamar-Taj and even the entire Earth.

So it was perfectly normal for him to suspect Dormammu.

"No, I know Dormammu best." The Ancient One shook her head, and a trace of abnormality suddenly appeared on her calm face.

If she had not currently had her back to Mordo, he would certainly have been shocked.

"This magical power is too domineering. Whoever possesses such domineering power absolutely cannot be allowed to exist on Earth!" Hearing the Ancient One deny it, Mordo did not continue guessing.

Instead, regarding this kind of power,

Mordo offered his own opinion.

Mordo's meaning was simple: a sorcerer like this had to be exiled or driven away!

If possible, they should even be destroyed!

"Don't be extreme or impulsive when faced with trouble," The Ancient One said slowly.

A trace of helplessness colored her tone, but Mordo seemed not to notice.

Mordo seemed about to say something else, but the Ancient One continued, "Look at the sky."

Mordo forcibly swallowed the words he was about to say. His expression turned serious, and he looked up at the sky with extreme reluctance.

It might have been better if he had not looked.

But once he did,

Mordo was completely dumbfounded. "How could this be?!"

The Ancient One merely said calmly, "It seems that an extraordinary sorcerer has appeared on Earth."

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Chapter 38

"Director! I don't know why, but the closer I get to downtown, the more afraid I become..."

Hill's voice trembled over the communicator.

Nick Fury's tightly knitted brows had never relaxed. After hearing Hill's words, his frown grew even deeper.

Afraid?

"Why are you afraid?!" Nick Fury asked in a deep voice, doubt evident in his tone.

He didn't understand.

Those who had not personally approached this aura would not understand.

This fear was not under one's own control,

nor could it be mastered.

The inexplicable fear that welled up had even made Hill's hands tremble on the steering wheel.

"D-Director, I... I want to... request a-a withdrawal!"

Withdraw?

Without answering the question, Hill had said something that shocked Nick Fury.

Nick Fury could hardly believe that those words had come from Hill.

The future director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Such an outstanding agent!

Withdraw?

Were all of them crazy?

What the hell was going on?!

"There will be no withdrawal!" Nick Fury said.

He did not raise his voice, but his tone was unusually firm.

"Yes..." A trembling sound came from Hill's mouth, her voice extremely faint.

Her panic was obvious.

This panic made Nick Fury sense that something was wrong.

What the hell!

Ever since they approached downtown, every single one of them had started acting abnormally!

"Surveillance department, operations room, listen up! Prepare to launch the missiles immediately! Lock on and fire at the wormhole in the sky!"

Nick Fury made his decision at once!

He had assembled the Avengers to defend against major crises that might appear—or had already appeared—on Earth.

But now, these people all seemed to have been possessed!

They weren't even dealing with the aliens anymore!

They weren't even paying attention to the Tesseract!

They weren't even paying attention to the opened dimensional wormhole!

They had actually started worshiping a god on the battlefield in New York?!

Although he didn't know what they were thinking or what had happened to them, Nick Fury had not forgotten the most important matter at hand: dealing with the Chitauri army summoned by Loki!