In Marvel: Is Being the Sorcerer Supreme Really That Hard?

What this meant was, anything stolen through one's own skill would not be returned.

The Ancient One was still the Ancient One!

Ancient One's Sanctum.

The Ancient One sat cross-legged before a low couch, looking at the empty room with a smile. "God King, we meet again."

As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in the air, and Odin stepped out of The Void and into reality, fury written all over his face.

The Ancient One had long expected this outcome.

That was why, after hurriedly giving Zhang Yang and the others a few instructions, she had come here to wait for Odin.

The fact that he had not come with an army was somewhat beyond her expectations.

"God King, you look much more haggard," The Ancient One continued with a broad smile.

She rose from the low couch and went to pour some tea.

Haggard?!

So you knew I looked haggard?!

Wasn't it all because of your disciple, Zhang Yang?!

And now you were happy!

You took in such a fine disciple, so now you didn't even take Asgard seriously?!

I'm not dead yet!

Odin took a deep breath, calming himself before saying to the Ancient One, "Ancient One, I only show you respect because you are the Sorcerer Supreme, but it seems you cannot even manage your own disciple!"

Look at the things your disciple had done—were they even human?!

Stealing my spear was one thing, but he even pierced my son's ass?!

The more Odin thought about it, the angrier he became.

"I thought that after following Vishanti, you had been teaching your disciples magic. I never expected you to be teaching them how to steal!" Odin stared at the Ancient One, his tone growing harsher.

The Ancient One was not angry. She merely smiled at Odin.

You're about to die, you couldn't even keep hold of your artifact, and now you blame Gungnir for choosing a new master?

"God King, your temper seems a little fierce. Why not have a cup of chrysanthemum tea to cool off?" The Ancient One poured the tea and handed it to Odin.

It would have been fine if Odin had not looked at the tea.

But the moment he saw it, he remembered Heimdall telling him that Thor had been stabbed in the ass by Gungnir.

A mouthful of blood nearly burst from Odin's throat!

Ancient One, you old undead hag, you did that on purpose, didn't you?!

Odin flew into a rage. "If you do not hand Zhang Yang over to me today so I can take him back to Asgard, then tomorrow, I will flatten Kamar-Taj!"

"Ragnarok will likely arrive soon. With Thor's current abilities, defeating his sister Hela will be rather difficult. And judging by Thor's temperament, he is far from qualified to become the king of Asgard." Ignoring Odin's anger, the Ancient One took out her little fan and fanned herself as she said,

"God King, you have always exiled Thor to the mortal world for training. Why not let him stay at Kamar-Taj and give it a try?"

The Ancient One's words struck right at the heart of the matter.

A large part of the reason Odin had not brought an army this time was because of that.

Odin wanted the Ancient One to temper Thor's disposition.

Odin had considered it long ago, but he could not bring himself to ask. After all, Kamar-Taj and Asgard had never had much contact.

But ever since Zhang Yang arrived, there had been more contact between them.

Though those contacts had made Odin rather furious.

Still, for someone like Odin, who already had one foot in the grave, such matters were not worth dwelling on too much.

What Odin cared about now was only Asgard's future.

The Ancient One understood that very well. Her words had hit the mark.

But although the Ancient One had read Odin's mind, he could not agree so quickly. A God King still needed to maintain appearances. "Do you think Asgard is inferior to Kamar-Taj? Or do you think I cannot manage my own son?"

The Ancient One smiled. "The God King handles countless affairs every day. Kamar-Taj is willing to take care of this matter for you."

A simple and straightforward sentence.

The Ancient One had given Odin plenty of face. After all, her disciple had been the one to cause trouble first.

The Ancient One also knew how to act with proper restraint.

Odin quickly accepted the way out she had offered. "Then we shall do as you say. For now, I will leave Thor at Kamar-Taj."

When two busy people spoke, their conversations were always brief.

They came to an agreement at once.

Odin could not be bothered to waste words with the Ancient One.

The chances of actually fighting were slim. Not to mention that Vishanti stood behind the Ancient One, but if all the energy in Zhang Yang's body were developed... just thinking about becoming enemies with Kamar-Taj brought Odin no benefit.

In the adult world, weighing gains and losses always came first.

After saying that, Odin prepared to leave.

He did not want to stay in this damn place called Kamar-Taj for even one more second!

It made his liver hurt from anger!

But just as Odin turned around, he suddenly remembered something. He looked at the Ancient One and asked, "Where are Gungnir and the Tesseract?!"

The Ancient One smiled. "Thor's Mjolnir seems to have exploded. Keeping Gungnir and the Tesseract at Kamar-Taj may yet save his life."

"..."

Ancient One, you cunning bald old monster!

What do you mean, save Thor's life? Gungnir never acknowledged Thor!

You just want Zhang Yang to use them, don't you?!

Kamar-Taj really is a den of bandits!

Outrageous!

This was too outrageous!

Odin was beside himself with rage.

If his end had not been near, then a few hundred years ago, he would have led an army to massacre Kamar-Taj!

It would have been fine if his son had been more promising!

Honestly!

My son is clearly so much more handsome than Zhang Yang, so why isn't he even half as smart?!

What a sin!

Since Gungnir had chosen a new master, Odin understood that he would eventually have to retire.

The future belonged to the young.

But why did he always feel so stifled?!

With a sweep of his hand, Odin stormed out of Kamar-Taj.

The Ancient One watched Odin leave with a smile and could not help but bow. "Farewell, God King."

Kamar-Taj, dormitory.

"So what you're saying is, you stole both of these things from Asgard?!" Berkeley stared at the Gungnir and Tesseract Zhang Yang had brought back.

Berkeley was dumbfounded.

He had originally been training that afternoon.

Then he saw a huge commotion over by the fighting grounds.

Worried about Zhang Yang, he came to the dormitory to check. He had only wanted to try his luck and see whether Zhang Yang was there, but his luck had turned out incredibly good.

The moment he entered the dormitory, Berkeley froze.

Zhang Yang actually had Odin's Gungnir and the Tesseract?!

Was this for real?!

Those two items belonged to God King Odin!

"Yeah, I did. But the Sorcerer Supreme said that since I stole them through my own ability, I could keep them." Zhang Yang explained.

The moment those words came out, Berkeley was stunned.

His eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

Holy shit!

No way, that actually worked?!

Gungnir and the Tesseract as artifacts?!

Zhang Yang's status as a Master Sorcerer is a little too impressive!

For some reason, Berkeley felt as though there was a breath trapped in his chest.

Jealousy!

Yes, naked, undisguised jealousy!

It would have been one thing if Zhang Yang was talented, but he could even get artifacts this incredible?!

No wonder people said—

Only those who had truly worked hard would truly understand just how important talent was.

What a damn life!

"By the way, Senior Brother, can Kamar-Taj make its own artifacts?" Just as Berkeley was feeling helpless, Zhang Yang's sudden question pulled his thoughts back.

"Of course. Why?" Berkeley looked at Zhang Yang in confusion.

"Then is there any magic that can make artifacts?" Zhang Yang asked again.

"Alchemy," Berkeley said.

"Alchemy?" Zhang Yang frowned.

"That's right. You have to learn Alchemy before you can create artifacts." Berkeley looked at Zhang Yang. "Why are you asking?"

"I want to make my own artifact. This Gungnir is too troublesome." When asked, Zhang Yang could not help but explain.

After letting out three consecutive sighs, Zhang Yang shook his head and picked up Gungnir, carefully examining the artifact that stood slightly taller than he did.

Zhang Yang remembered Berkeley saying that after becoming a Master Sorcerer, one had to leave Kamar-Taj to train.

If he walked through the streets of New York carrying this thing...

Just imagining it, Zhang Yang felt that people would most likely take him for a lunatic.

And storing it was also a problem. It was too long and utterly inconvenient.

It really was troublesome.

Gungnir was fine to use once in a while, but for everyday use, he still needed another artifact.

That was why Zhang Yang could not help developing the idea of creating an artifact.