Living in Marvel: Do You Really Think Being the Sorcerer Supreme Is That Hard?

Chapter 8

Practicing magic.

Some had greater talent, while others had less. Some had better comprehension, while others had worse.

So naturally, some progressed quickly while others progressed slowly.

Zhang Yang being able to comprehend all eighteen categories of weapons.

Although Berkeley was shocked, he could still accept it in theory.

After all, traces of the spells and creation methods for those weapons could be found in the Kamar-Taj Library.

But what the hell was Zhang Yang drawing pistols with magic?

And submachine guns?

Machine guns?

Even bullets?!

Were those things really recorded in Kamar-Taj's magic?

At that moment.

The expression on Berkeley's face slowly shifted from initial surprise, to shock, and finally to utter stupefaction.

It felt as though ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through his heart.

Berkeley could not help seriously wondering.

Did Kamar-Taj have any magic capable of creating pistols and bullets?

Just as Berkeley stood there dumbfounded.

The next second, Zhang Yang waved his hand, and a red magical chain appeared before Berkeley. That red chain completely baffled him.

Crimson... Chains!!!

What the fuck?!

So among the three hundred-odd weapons Zhang Yang had comprehended, there were even Crimson Bands??!!

Berkeley seemed worried that there was something wrong with his eyes.

He raised a hand and hurriedly rubbed them.

Yet.

No matter how many times he looked, Berkeley was certain.

Zhang Yang had truly drawn Crimson Bands!

This was not something one could comprehend merely by sensing natural energy.

The Crimson Bands' full name was the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.

Cyttorak was the ruler of the Crimson Cosmos.

Juggernaut's power came from the Crimson Cosmos.

The formation of Crimson Bands.

Required one to sense and condense the power of the Crimson Cosmos before it could be completed.

At Kamar-Taj, this already counted as advanced magic.

One had to know.

Ordinary superpowered individuals and superheroes simply could not break free from Crimson Bands.

Once bound.

They would be locked in place!

Without Universe-level power, breaking free was harder than ascending to heaven!

Zhang Yang... had actually created Crimson Bands just by watching him draw a line??!

He himself had been studying for a year, and even drawing a magical rope to restrain an enemy was already impressive.

As for drawing Crimson Bands.

At his current pace, even if he practiced without eating or drinking, it would take at least ten years.

If he was slow, it might take more than twenty years...

Hiss—

Phew—

Oh my god—

After twitching inwardly for several seconds.

Berkeley finally steadied himself.

How was Zhang Yang merely talented?! This was fucking genius!

That comprehension.

Looking across the entire Mage World, there probably were not many better than him!

What on earth was his brain made of?

As he watched Zhang Yang finish demonstrating three hundred weapons.

Berkeley's mind was so stunned that all he could hear was a buzzing sound, and his scalp went numb.

Originally, Berkeley had only half believed what Zhang Yang said.

But now, he believed it completely.

In less than ten minutes, he had learned the basics of magic and drawn a Magic Shield.

Overnight, he had attained enlightenment in three hundred Magic Weapons.

He had even absorbed the power of the Crimson Cosmos from another world and drawn Crimson Bands.

Terrifying beyond measure!

But why?

Everyone at Kamar-Taj trained painstakingly and diligently.

Day after day, year after year.

Through the passing of spring and autumn, starting from the basics and advancing step by step.

Why could Zhang Yang learn the results of decades of other people's efforts overnight?

What exactly did he have that others lacked?

Was it because he was young?

Or because he was good-looking?

Vishanti! Why were you so unfair!

As a mage of Kamar-Taj, was I the one dragging down Kamar-Taj's overall standard of mages?!

At that moment, Berkeley felt rather depressed.

Berkeley, who had only just gained some confidence from teaching Apprentices, had now been completely crushed by Zhang Yang.

His depression made him question his life.

The twitching, almost-smiling expression on Berkeley's face left Zhang Yang utterly confused.

His mind was full of question marks.

What was wrong with Senior Brother Berkeley?

"Senior Brother, I have finished my demonstration. Please offer your guidance."

Seeing that Berkeley had not reacted for a long time, Zhang Yang asked neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Yet Berkeley showed no reaction.

"Senior Brother?" Zhang Yang called again.

Only then did Berkeley react slightly, calmly letting out a single syllable. "Mm."

Berkeley took a deep breath. With lifeless eyes and an expression as though he had lost all will to live, he looked at Zhang Yang and said, "Pretty ordinary."

Although Berkeley knew Zhang Yang was very strong.

But... as the senior brother teaching them.

Berkeley absolutely could not let Zhang Yang see that he was inferior to him. Otherwise, how could he establish authority before these Apprentices?

Zhang Yang froze when he heard Berkeley's words.

This was only pretty ordinary?

"Zhang Yang, you've only just entered the field of magic. Think about our Sorcerer Supreme, think about your senior brother, think about those Arch-Sorcerers. You must work even harder and reach their level as soon as possible. People must aim high and never limit themselves to what is before their eyes."

Just as Zhang Yang was confused, Berkeley hurriedly said.

Put that way, it did seem to make sense.

No one did not want to become stronger.

Compared with the other Arch-Sorcerers, what Zhang Yang knew now truly was still insignificant.

"I understand, Senior Brother. I will work even harder." Zhang Yang looked at Berkeley and answered seriously.

Work even harder?

What the fuck!

Your talent is already this high, and you still want to work hard?!

People like you simply gave no one else any chance to live!

If you study even harder and learn even faster.

Where would that leave the Arch-Sorcerers?

The Arch-Sorcerers had spent at least ten years, even decades, gaining such powerful abilities!

With your current comprehension!

If you learn a little more magic, even the Arch-Sorcerers might not be able to suppress you anymore!!

Berkeley roared inwardly.

Yet Berkeley also knew very well that if he told Zhang Yang the truth.

Zhang Yang would definitely leave Kamar-Taj in minutes.

But now, the entire world was in turmoil.

The Sorcerer Supreme had been searching for someone capable of fighting Dormammu. A talent like Zhang Yang absolutely could not be allowed to leave.

Thinking of this, Berkeley looked at Zhang Yang and said in a deliberately casual tone, "Actually, you don't need to work too hard. When it's time to sleep, you should sleep more..."

Chapter 9

Berkeley did not know where he got the nerve to tell Zhang Yang he was "decent" and "nothing special."

But Berkeley had never expected it.

The first time he taught an Apprentice, he would encounter a genius?

No, thinking about it now, calling Zhang Yang a genius was somewhat insulting to him.

The word genius simply did not deserve Zhang Yang.

Berkeley knew this very well.