This Magic Is Not Proper!

However.

Because of the mutation triggered by forcibly intercepting a deity's divine authority, the level of the Crimson Contract Chain also reset back to level 1.

To level up to the next tier, the required experience points were vastly greater than those for ordinary Scarlet Chains.

Yet Raine did not care at all.

Compared to these heaven-defying all-around attributes, this minor flaw was simply not worth mentioning!

System, show me my new toy.

Raine chanted inwardly.

Swish!

Raine flipped his wrist.

A chain, completely different from before, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The Scarlet Chain, which had originally looked as though it were cast from fresh blood, had now unexpectedly turned into a translucent Crystal material. It was crystal-clear and exuded an aura of sacred inviolability.

Even more bizarrely.

At the center of the transparent Crystal chain, there was a blood-red lifeline as thin as a hair, yet it continuously throbbed like a living creature.

What on earth is this?!

Before Raine could examine it carefully, a pitch-altered scream came from beside him.

Raine turned his head to look.

Master Mordo, who had just moments before put on the airs of an expert, was currently staring fixedly at the Crystal chain in Raine's hand as if he had seen a ghost.

"Raine... Th-this... What kind of Magic is this?!"

Mordo was so agitated that even his voice was shaking.

As The Ancient One's direct successor, Mordo's vision was definitely top-tier in Kamar-Taj.

He was not only proficient in the White Magic of Kamar-Taj, but he had even dabbled in some Black Magic.

Yet he swore that in his entire life, or even after flipping through all the ancient texts of Kamar-Taj, he had definitely never seen such a bizarre Spell structure!

"How... how can there be so many completely different auras of Laws on this?!"

Mordo cautiously leaned forward, his eyes filled with an inability to suppress his fanaticism and infatuation.

That expression was simply like a starving ghost seeing an peerless beauty.

"Binding, healing, tracking, and even... predation?!"

The more Mordo looked, the more alarmed he became, and his lips even began to turn pale.

"How can this be possible!"

"Different magical auras will mutually repel and even explode!"

"Just how did you perfectly blend these five completely different powers into a single Spell?!"

Mordo abruptly raised his head, staring at Raine with bloodshot eyes as if he were going to devour him.

"Raine! Tell me! Just how did you create this monster that violates the common sense of Magic?!"

Looking at Mordo, who was on the verge of a rampage, Raine awkwardly rubbed his nose.

"Ahem... Master, if I said that I didn't know how it turned out like this either, would you believe me?"

"It just... swish, and mutated on its own."

Raine spread his hands with an expression full of sincerity.

Naturally, he could not expose the existence of the system.

Moreover, in a sense, he wasn't lying; this truly was the result of a forced system mutation, and he himself was merely a spectator.

"It mutated... on its own?"

The muscles on Mordo's face twitched wildly, and the corners of his eyes jumped as if he were tapping out a telegram.

He stared fixedly at Raine, that look seeming to say, Are you fucking treating me like a three-year-old child to trick me?

"Really, Master, I swear!" Raine raised three fingers, making a solemn vow.

Looking at Raine's expression, which was sincere to the point of being somewhat innocent.

Mordo fell silent.

He had studied Magic for decades.

He had perused countless texts.

And under the guidance of The Ancient One, he had even peeked into the mysteries of the Multiverse.

Yet he had never heard that a thing like Magic could also fucking evolve and mutate on its own?!

Did you think you were raising a pet or something! Could it even evolve into an ultimate form?!

"This isn't scientific... This isn't magical..."

Mordo painfully clutched his head.

He felt that the magical worldview he had built over decades was being ruthlessly whipped and crushed by this transparent chain.

"Right!"

Mordo suddenly raised his head abruptly, as if grasping at a last straw.

"What on earth... is the use of this chain of yours?"

"Maybe it's just a showy trick! Right! The conflict of multiple auras means it definitely can't function in actual combat!"

Mordo desperately comforted himself in his heart.

As long as this contraption was useless, his magical common sense could still be saved.

Raine looked at Mordo's hopeful gaze and found it somewhat hard to bear to strike him down.

Yet for the sake of convenience in future use, he still had to lay his cards on the table.

"Well... it doesn't have much use, it's just a hundred million times tougher than the original Scarlet Chains."

"And then it simply has four minor functions: forcibly making people tell the truth, instantly healing heavy injuries, tracking soul imprints, and... forcibly draining others' magic."

As Raine spoke, he casually demonstrated the effects of healing and tracking.

Mordo.

Was completely petrified.

He stood dazedly in place like a statue that had lost its soul.

His eyes were hollow, and his entire body emanated a gray aura named "despair."

Was this a hundred million times?

Did he call these minor functions?!

A sealing spell that could heal someone back to life, act as a lie detector, and suck away star-like power!

Was there any justice left in this world!

Did this allow other Sorcerers to live!

Compared to Raine's fully automatic, multi-functional Swiss Army knife.

Those high-tier magics passed down for thousands of years in Kamar-Taj were simply a pile of fire-pokers used by primitives!

"Master Mordo, are you... alright?" Raine cautiously waved his hand.

"Don't speak."

Mordo waved a hand listlessly, his voice as hoarse as an old man nearing death's door.

"Let me be quiet."

Mordo felt that his faith had shattered to the point where not even dust remained at this moment.

A genius?

Before a monster of Raine's dimensionality-reduction strike.

So-called "geniuses" weren't even worthy of carrying his shoes!

"Let it be destroyed... hurry up, I'm tired."

Mordo looked at the ceiling with lifeless eyes and muttered to himself.

Watching Mordo, who had fallen into deep autism, Raine helplessly sighed.

These days, learning a bit of magic really took a toll on mentors.

In a mere half-month, he had already wreaked havoc on a great majority of Kamar-Taj's high-end combat power.

If The Ancient One returned and discovered that several of her proudest disciples were all depressed.

Would she banish him to the Dark Dimension in a fit of rage?

Kamar-Taj remained peaceful and serene, the years flowing by quietly.

Yet.

New York, far across the ocean, ushered in its doom.

On the bustling streets of Manhattan.

At the peak of the Stark Industries Building.

A machine driven by the Tesseract operated wildly, and a blinding blue energy beam shot straight into the clouds.

Boom!

The sky seemed to be torn open with a huge gap.

A massive spatial wormhole hung strikingly directly above New York City!

Immediately after.

Dense black alien airships, like a swarm of locusts passing over, poured madly out of the wormhole!

The Chitauri descended!

A red and gold Iron Man Armor surged upward against the current, its shoulders ejecting countless micro-missiles in an attempt to stem this iron torrent.

But the enemy's numbers were simply too great!

Tony Stark's attacks weren't even enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

Chitauri flying craft landed like raindrops, and alien energy guns began firing indiscriminately.

The sounds of explosions, collapsing buildings, and shrill screams.

Instantly wove together into a symphony of death.

New York, that pride of human civilization.

Was transformed into a living hell in an instant!