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

Wong grew a little anxious and awkwardly looked toward Mordo.

Mordo stood there with a blank expression, his widened eyes filled with a trace of grief and confusion.

No matter how hard Mordo thought, he could not understand it.

The two things in Zhang Yang's hands belonged to Odin!

Did that mean Zhang Yang's Object Retrieval Magic had just reached into Asgard?

Retrieving objects from Other-Dimensional Space?

No, how on earth did Zhang Yang know how to break through Asgard's barrier?

"Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

Seeing Mordo standing there in a daze, Zhang Yang could not help asking.

That question pulled Mordo back from his thoughts.

"Ah???" Mordo answered absentmindedly. Clearly, Zhang Yang had not fully pulled his soul back yet.

"Senior Brother, I'm ready. We can fight now." Zhang Yang raised Gungnir in his hand as he spoke.

The golden Gungnir gleamed beneath the sunlight.

Mordo: ...

The Ancient One: ...

Wong: ...

Fight my ass?!

You're ready!

I'm not fucking ready yet!

Mordo was on the verge of collapse.

Yes, the staff in Mordo's hand was indeed the Living Tribunal's scepter.

It sounded incredibly impressive!

Who was the Living Tribunal?

The god of judgment in the omnipotent, omniscient Universe!

A single decision could affect the order of every universe!

But the problem was that the scepter had always been sealed!

Right now, it was about as useful as an ordinary magical artifact.

And no one in Kamar-Taj could break the seal left behind by the Living Tribunal, not even The Ancient One.

But Gungnir in Zhang Yang's hand clearly looked like it had been blessed!

That golden glow!

That kingly majesty radiating from the spear!

Just looking at it was enough to tell him that it could kill a hundred Mordos!

After all.

The fact that Zhang Yang had managed to retrieve Gungnir proved that he could use it!

Even more ridiculously, retrieving Gungnir would have been one thing, but he was also holding the Tesseract!

Even if Zhang Yang had not learned much magic yet and might not be able to unleash the full power of those two items.

It was still more than enough to deal with Mordo!

Fuck this!

Fight with what?!

Mordo would have to have his head caught in a door to fight Zhang Yang right now!

Seeing Zhang Yang's utterly confident expression, Mordo's face shifted between black and livid green.

Mordo felt that Zhang Yang might be doing this on purpose.

No, be more confident—take out the "might."

Zhang Yang was definitely doing it on purpose!

Mordo was now caught in a difficult dilemma.

If he fought, he could not win.

If he did not fight, he had already said the words.

For a moment, Mordo looked helplessly toward The Ancient One.

Mordo knew that if The Ancient One said something now, she might be able to turn the whole situation around.

Yet after waiting for a long while, The Ancient One continued leisurely fanning herself as though nothing had happened.

Mordo froze.

Could it be that The Ancient One had not caught on?

After a while, Mordo finally could not help speaking to The Ancient One. "Master..."

"Hmm?" Only then did The Ancient One react, answering lazily.

"Junior Brother used Object Retrieval Magic and accidentally took Asgard's sacred artifacts. For the sake of the friendly relationship between Kamar-Taj and Asgard, shouldn't these two items be confiscated and returned to Asgard by you, Master?"

Since The Ancient One was being so oblivious, Mordo felt that he had no choice but to speak up himself.

No, Zhang Yang had activated such an absurd cheat, and Master seriously wasn't going to do anything about it?!

Chapter 63

Mordo had found what he believed was a flawless reason.

Kamar-Taj and Asgard had always kept out of each other's affairs and coexisted peacefully.

But if Zhang Yang took Odin's belongings from Asgard, Odin would definitely be furious!

From the standpoint of peaceful coexistence between Asgard and Kamar-Taj.

The Ancient One should confiscate Zhang Yang's two items and return them to Odin. She should also severely punish Zhang Yang!

Therefore, Mordo believed that The Ancient One would surely take Gungnir and the Tesseract because of this.

That would greatly increase his chances of winning the practical combat training against Zhang Yang.

Best if she took them now!

Right away!

Mordo looked at The Ancient One, his face full of sincerity and pleading.

Light shone in his eyes as he looked at her, as though waiting for an imperial decree.

"That makes sense." Seemingly sensing Mordo's fervent desire, The Ancient One nodded and said casually, "Zhang Yang, I told you to retrieve a magical artifact, yet you took the God King's belongings instead. That was indeed a little excessive."

The Ancient One's words made Mordo's eyes light up.

He stared eagerly at The Ancient One, anxiously waiting for her to announce that Zhang Yang had to hand over the items in his hands.

But what Mordo never expected was—

Suddenly!

The Ancient One changed her tone. Looking somewhat helpless, she continued to Zhang Yang, "However, since you've already taken them, that proves Gungnir and the Tesseract recognize you. Use them for now."

Wong: ...

Mordo: ...

Master, sometimes I feel like it would have been better if you said nothing.

What do you mean, use them for now?

Can he really use them for now?

How am I supposed to fight him while he's using those things?

No, The Ancient One, are you poisoned or something?!

Mordo had originally said that because he wanted The Ancient One to help him out.

He never expected The Ancient One to actually let Zhang Yang use them for now.

Mordo was completely dumbfounded.

He stood there, unsure whether he should listen to The Ancient One and fight Zhang Yang or disobey her and refuse.

He felt that The Ancient One must have understood what he meant, but... there was an eighty percent chance that she was setting him up.

"M-Master..."

"Yes, Sorcerer Supreme! Senior Brother, please teach me."

Mordo still wanted to struggle, but Zhang Yang's words cut him off.

Mordo watched Zhang Yang first bow to The Ancient One, then turn toward him and assume a fighting stance.

That confident look made it difficult for Mordo to even admit defeat.

"Teaching you... would be an overstatement..."

Mordo answered Zhang Yang with difficulty and hesitantly raised the staff in his hand.

For a moment, Mordo wanted to knock himself unconscious with his own staff.

Mordo forced a smile and looked at Zhang Yang. "Junior Brother, promise me. You absolutely have to stop before it goes too far..."

Simply put, go easy on him!

Asgard, Asgard Palace.

"My king, you seem troubled." Frigga looked at Odin, who stood on the balcony staring into the distant night with a melancholy expression, concern evident in her eyes.

"Alas."

With a soft sigh, Odin shook his head, turned to Frigga, and said, "Ragnarok is drawing closer and closer. But Thor is still not qualified to become a ruler. How can I rest easy?"

Odin had begun training his son Thor to become a qualified ruler long ago.

Of course, it was not as if he had never considered training Loki.

But... Loki was too calculating. A temperament like that was destined to produce a tyrant.

For the people of Asgard, Odin had placed all his hopes on Thor.

Unfortunately.

Alas—

Thinking of this, Odin could not help sighing again.

It was fine when Thor was not mentioned, but the moment Thor came up, Odin could not understand it.

He was the God King who had conquered the Nine Realms and intimidated all directions!

How had he ended up with such an idiot for a son as Thor?!

It was infuriating.

"O-Oh, my king, don't worry. Ragnarok is still far away. We can teach Thor slowly." Frigga comforted Odin.

She raised her hand and gently placed it against Odin's face.

The hazy moonlight fell over Odin and Frigga, and the atmosphere suddenly grew a little intimate.

Frigga gazed affectionately at Odin, and the beautiful night seemed to stir a faint flutter in both their hearts.