Ren Gets Promoted, and Ancient One Is Shocked!

The invasion by the Dark Elves has been completely quelled.

Kamar-Taj has returned to its former tranquility.

Ren has been feeling a bit awkward lately.

Whenever I encounter a high-ranking Sorcerers on the street, they always give me a strange look.

Ren bowed his head in greeting, which startled the old men so much that they tried to dodge him, wishing they could bow back on the spot.

Ren considered himself a respectful and virtuous young man.

No matter how strong you are, you can't break the rules.

The old Sorcerers' reactions made him very uncomfortable.

However, after a few days, he got tired of it and simply pretended not to see it.

Life returned to normal.

Ren continued to instruct Strange as usual.

I've run into a problem.

Strange is envious of [Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts] and keeps saying he wants to learn it.

Ren had unspeakable grievances.

The absurd defensive Spell that can flatten the enemy's lair are all thanks to the system's drastic modifications.

Even if he were to teach Strange everything Strange knew, he would never be able to learn it.

Ren could only give a perfunctory answer, making excuses and saying he would teach her when he had time later.

It's another morning.

Ren strolled over to the training ground, ready to begin today's lesson.

Looking around, there was no sign of Mordo.

After the great battle, Mordo was the only Sorcerers in the entire sect who maintained the same attitude towards Ren.

Ren felt a sense of familiarity, but not seeing anyone left him with a slight emptiness in his heart.

"Strange, where is Master Mordo?"

Ren spoke first.

"Reporting to Sorcerer Ren, the Sorcerer Supreme has just returned to the mountain and summoned Master Mordo. He instructed you to give me private instruction today."

Strange's attitude was unusually respectful.

"The Sorcerer Supreme is back?" Ren was overjoyed.

The super experience pack is finally online! I need to hurry and soak up some of the leveling aura.

"Alright, enough talk, let's start practicing."

Our gaze returns to the Sorcerer Supreme's private meditation room.

Ancient One sat cross-legged beside the coffee table, his gaze calmly fixed on Mordo opposite him.

"I went out to suppress the Dormammu followers. What happened at the sect? I see many buildings are under renovation," the Ancient One asked casually, picking up her tea.

"Sorcerer Supreme, the Dark Elves have launched a massive invasion!" Mordo's face was filled with grief. "The enemy is fierce, and we have suffered heavy losses. Many of our elite troops have been lost forever on the battlefield."

While Ren aliens like butter, Dark Elves remained a deadly Nightmare in the eyes of ordinary Sorcerers.

Boom!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky.

Outside the window, the once clear blue sky was instantly obscured by thick, inky clouds.

The lightning bolts writhed and roared in the clouds, their terrifying pressure enveloping the entire snow-capped mountain as if the Apocalypse had arrived.

Mordo's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

The Ancient One opposite him still wore a smile, her tone completely calm. "Tell me in detail, what exactly happened?"

Mordo swallowed hard.

He knew very well that the strange phenomenon was the Sorcerer Supreme's suppressed rage.

Last time Dormammu attacked and killed his fellow disciples, the main peak of Mount Everest simply vanished from the face of the earth for an entire day.

No one dared to guess what the Sorcerer Supreme had done.

Even without seeing the horrific scenes outside, Mordo could guess how terrifying it was outside.

Mordo quickly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart before beginning to report the battle situation in detail.

From Malekith leading the raid, to his own defeat and serious injury, to Ren's intervention to save him, he single-handedly dragged the Dark Elves leader into the Mirror Dimension.

"Wait a minute," the Ancient One interrupted. "You mean, Ren single-handedly took down Malekith and his top general, Kurse?"

"Absolutely true, Your Sorcerer Supreme." Mordo nodded emphatically.

Click!

A crisp sound.

Mordo looked down and saw that the white porcelain teacup in Ancient One's hand had cracked.

His eyelids twitched violently, and he quickly looked down at his toes, pretending not to see them.

Ancient One expressionlessly tossed the broken porcelain shards into the trash can and picked up a new cup.

But her heart was already in turmoil.

Who is Malekith?

A top-tier tyrant renowned Nine Realms!

Even if Odin crippled him, he was still far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary Sorcerers.

Not to mention the berserker Kurze, who could shatter Asgard.

How did Ren, a newbie who hadn't been in the game for long, manage to kill both monsters?

Ancient One took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Having lived for hundreds of years, she had seen all sorts of storms, but today she was so shocked by her own apprentice that she was somewhat dazed.

"Go on," the Ancient One said, a gentle smile returning to her face. "How exactly did Ren win? Did he use forbidden Magic from his sect?"

Kamar-Taj does indeed harbor several forbidden spells capable of destroying the world.

Its power is unparalleled, but the backlash can be fatal.

If Ren has indeed violated the taboo, she must immediately examine the other person's soul state.

Mordo raised his head and cautiously replied, "Sorcerer Supreme, Ren himself confirmed that no forbidden spells were used."

"Oh? He didn't use a forbidden spell?" Ancient One chuckled, picked up the teapot, and poured herself a cup of hot tea. "There aren't many conventional Magic with this kind of destructive power. Which move did he use?"

"Ren said he used [Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts]," Mordo confessed truthfully.

Click!

The teacup that Ancient One had just filled shattered again.

The scalding tea dripped through her fingers, but she was completely unaware.

"Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts?!"

Ancient One completely lost her composure, her heart pounding wildly.

"Alright, go down. Call Ren over," Ancient One instructed. "I want to talk to him."

"Yes, sir." Mordo respectfully withdrew.

Not long after, Ren entered the Tea Room.

"Greetings, Sorcerer Supreme." Ren bowed, his attitude extremely humble.

"Sit down, don't be nervous."

Ancient One smiled kindly.

Ren sat down as instructed.

"I called you here because I'd like to hear your opinion on a question." The Ancient One picked up her teacup. "What are your thoughts on the Dark Elves?"

"I didn't look at them much; they're just an ordinary race in the Universe." Ren shook his head. "There's no prejudice against them."

"Very good." Ancient One's eyes were full of praise.

Ren was completely bewildered.

They specifically called me over just to ask a few casual questions?

"Of course, there's more important business," the Ancient One said with a smile. "Congratulations, Ren, from today onwards, you are the Master of Kamar-Taj."

"Master?" Ren quickly declined, "Isn't that too hasty? I've only been learning Magic for less than half a year..."

"Don't try to shirk responsibility. This is a unanimous decision by all the Master." Ancient One seemed to recall something amusing, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

Ren is arguably the youngest and most eccentric Master in the history of Kamar-Taj.

In the past few days, Mordo, along with a group of high-ranking officials, has been demanding that Ren be promoted whenever they meet the Ancient One.

It's simply because Ren is so exceptional that he puts immense pressure on the old guys.

What if, when I go out to do business in the future, people see that the apprentices at Kamar-Taj are as fierce as tigers, while the Master is as weak as a chicken? Where will I put my face then?

A promotion is a must!

Ancient One found it very interesting.

Ren, however, felt utterly helpless.

He sighed inwardly.

The title of "Master" sounds impressive, but besides causing trouble, it brings no real benefit.

"Bite!"

"[Hoggoth's Hoary Hosts] expresses strong contempt for the host's Versailles behavior!"

"Skill training speed has begun to decrease!"

Ren's face darkened.

Depend on!

The skills are quite unique!