Tony Stark Comes Calling! An Absurd Regulatory Agreement!

Ever since Odin came.

Kamar-Taj has returned to its former tranquility.

Apart from the Ancient One and Ren, no one else knew about the God-King's visit.

Ren's life remained as bland as plain water.

He spends his days in the Library reading ancient books, and occasionally goes to the training ground to give Strange some pointers.

That afternoon.

Ren was engrossed in reading a thick Magic journal.

Sudden.

A noisy commotion came from outside.

Ren frowned slightly.

The Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj are usually very disciplined, and the Sanctum site is always quiet.

Such loud noises are extremely rare.

"What happened?"

Ren put down the notebook, pushed open the door, and went out.

As soon as he stepped into the plaza, he saw several patrolling battle Sorcerers twisting the arm of a man in an expensive suit behind his back, marching menacingly toward the main hall.

Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Ren was completely stunned.

How did this thing get here?

"Master!"

Upon seeing Ren, the Sorcerers immediately stopped and bowed respectfully.

"What's going on? Where did this guy come from?" Ren asked, pointing at the man being held captive.

"Reporting to the Master, we were patrolling the outskirts of the Sanctum when this man suddenly fell from the sky. He didn't look like a good person, so we arrested him and are preparing to hand him over to Sorcerers Mordo for interrogation," a Sorcerers reported.

Since the previous invasions by aliens and Ultron.

Kamar-Taj has its security at maximum, with a tight patrol network deployed around it.

Ren couldn't help but rub his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Hey! Ren! We were comrades who saved the world together, this treatment is just too bad!"

Tony Stark, who was being held down, tried to raise his chin and complained loudly to Ren.

How did you find this place?

Ren asked, somewhat speechless.

Kamar-Taj is a Magic Sanctum hidden deep within the Himalayas, surrounded by a powerful psychedelic barrier.

Even if an ordinary person wore out the map, they still wouldn't be able to find it.

"What's so difficult about that?"

Tony Stark said smugly, "Last time Ultron invaded your LAN, I used the physical location of that IP address to send my Warframes flying all the way here."

Ren's face instantly darkened.

These tech guys are really persistent.

"Alright, let him go. I know this guy, I'll handle him." Ren waved his hand at the Sorcerers.

"Yes, Your Master."

The Sorcerers released their grip and stepped aside.

Tony Stark rubbed his sore shoulder and straightened his expensive handmade suit.

"Ren, the security guards here have really bad tempers," Tony said, pursing his lips.

"You should be grateful," Ren rolled his eyes. "In the past, any outsider who trespassed on Sanctum would have been chopped into pieces and thrown into Other Dimension."

Tony smiled, not paying any attention, and began to curiously look around at the antique buildings.

"I didn't realize you held such a high position in this mysterious organization. They all call you Master?"

Ren didn't respond, and instead led Tony to a quiet room next door.

"Tell me, the famous Iron Man, why are you leaving your luxurious mansion in New York to come to this remote mountain forest?"

"We at Kamar-Taj never receive outsiders. Letting you in today is already breaking the rules," Ren said calmly.

Kamar-Taj remains secluded from the world to prevent Sorcerers from becoming tainted by worldly desires, which would hinder their Magic practice.

"You guys have such a boring life," Tony muttered from the side.

"Let's get down to business." Ren tapped the table impatiently.

No matter what he goes through, this playboy can't shake off his cynical and irreverent nature.

Tony's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

"I've come today to ask you for a favor."

"You participated in the battle of Sokovia, you should know better than anyone else. Those with supernatural abilities, if left unchecked, can be a devastating disaster for ordinary people."

"Therefore, I hope that you, Kamar-Taj, can also join and sign the Sokovia Accords."

"And I need you to step in and help me persuade the captain and the others."

Tony stared intently at Ren, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ren almost burst out laughing.

Tony Stark, Tony Stark, have you been doing too much tech research and lost your mind?

The head of Stark Industries, one of the world's largest arms dealers and capitalists.

Do people really believe in the so-called regulatory agreements touted by politicians?

"Mr. Stark, I think you may have some misunderstanding about our Kamar-Taj."

Ren shook his head, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"We and the secular society outside are completely on two parallel lines."

"We do not interfere in secular regime changes, nor do we participate in your pointless political struggles."

"Our only duty is to resist the invasion of Demon God from other dimensions and protect the Magic barrier of Earth."

"You want us to sign that stupid agreement and be subject to the oversight of those politicians?"

You've got the wrong person.

Ren refused decisively.

Let's not even get out of this mess.

The mere fact that Kamar-Taj Sorcerers to obey a bunch of ordinary politicians is a huge joke in itself.

During the Battle of New York, those politicians didn't hesitate to drop a nuclear bomb on Manhattan!

Entrusting the power to protect the Earth to someone like that? Ren thinks it's better to just let Thanos snap his the Snap sooner rather than later.

Even if he were to intervene in the Civil War, he would absolutely side with Steve.

"Sorcerer Ren, with such immense power, shouldn't you be subject to oversight?"

Tony seemed agitated. "Haven't you seen how many innocent civilians have died because of unchecked power?"

"Mr. Stark, it seems you're still too naive."

Ren looked at him coldly. "As long as there is war, people will die. That's the cruel Laws."

"We can only do our best to save those we can. As for those we can't save, we can only say we have a clear conscience."

"Besides."

"Do you really think that handing over control of superheroes to the government will protect civilians from harm?"

"The dirty tricks your American military and politicians have done behind the scenes, killing far more civilians than aliens, haven't they?" Ren mocked mercilessly.

In this world, the least trustworthy people are those politicians who spout empty platitudes about benevolence and morality.

Tony Stark actually wants to entrust the safety of all humanity to these capitalists and politicians who value profit more than life itself.

This is tantamount to handing over a flock of sheep to wolves for safekeeping.

Ren didn't know whether to call him naive or stupid.

"Alright, enough of the nonsense."

"I'll open a Portal right away and send you back to New York."

"As for the melodramatic soap operas within your Avengers, I have no interest in watching them, much less in participating in them."

Ren stood up, raised his right hand, and prepared to draw Portal.

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Tony suddenly sighed and spread his hands.

"What do you mean?" Ren frowned.

They're almost there.

Tony looked at Ren, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Since I can't convince you to join us..."

"Then I'll have to settle for second best and ask you to be our referee."

"I hope you can step in and watch us finish this 'Civil War'."

In truth, Tony didn't want to really break ties with Steve and the others.

In his view, this was just a family argument about differing ideologies. A fight would vent their frustrations, and then it would be over.

He had no idea what a deadly conspiracy was lurking behind this Civil War.

Therefore, he wanted to find a powerful figure like Ren to act as insurance.

With Ren present, no matter how intense the fight gets, no one will die.

In Tony's subconscious, it's only natural for superheroes to help each other.

He never expected that Ren would refuse this seemingly "simple" request.

Ren looked at Tony Stark, who was talking to himself.

His face was filled with utter bewilderment.

Does this guy have masochistic tendencies?

Want me to be the referee?

Do you really think I'm some bored neighborhood committee auntie?