Hail Hydra?

Stephen Fang pushed open the door to Strange's dormitory. Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the corridor, casting long, winding rune marks on the stone bricks.

He followed his senses through the corridor and pushed open a wooden door carved with the Seal of Seraphim.

Ancient One was sitting cross-legged in front of the tea table, where two cups of tea were steaming.

"I didn't invite you here," Ancient One said without even looking up, while continuing to brew tea.

"I thought your 'everything has Karma ' was an implication that I should come to you in the middle of the night, like in Journey to the West." Stephen Fang sat down opposite him casually, his Sharingan standing out conspicuously in the dark room.

The Ancient One lightly touched the teacup with her fingertip, and as the ripples spread, the scene of the Battle of New York appeared. "If I really wanted to see you, I would just pull you away from Captain Marvel's fist."

"That's so embarrassing." He picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. "So? You're praising me for beating up Carol so well?"

"Your Space Magic techniques are very clever, even faster than mine."

"Sorcerer Supreme, I am here to learn Kamar-Taj magic, not to have a friendly Goodwill Event."

Ancient One nodded slightly. "Alright then, I won't ask any more questions. So, you want to learn magic? But it seems to me that you've already learned Asgard magic, at least your Space Magic has an Asgard influence."

Stephen Fang poured another cup of tea. "But it's still half-baked. I need intensive magic training."

"Oh?" The Ancient One looked at Stephen Fang seriously. "Your abilities seem to allow you to protect yourself without any problems. At least I haven't 'seen' any footage of your death in the future."

"Only by standing tall can one see far, Master." Stephen Fang bowed slightly. "You may not be standing tall enough, so you cannot see far enough."

The Ancient One couldn't see that far ahead, because Ancient One could only see the fate of Stephen Fang in the Marvel World; she couldn't see the fate of Fang Yu in other worlds.

"Alright." The Ancient One sighed. "I hope you don't get lost in the fog of pursuing power. It's not good for you or me, or for the world."

Stephen Fang nodded. "Understood, Master."

Ancient One stood up and said, "Come see me again in a week. Right now, I need to do some necessary things."

Stephen Fang knew that the Ancient One was preparing to entrust her son to Strange, so he bowed and said, "See you in a week."

At the seaside villa, neon lights cast dappled shadows on everyone's faces.

Tony Stark mechanically shoveled whiskey down his throat, fragments of his Nanotech Armor armor still embedded in the coffee table. He stared at the swirling amber liquid in his glass and suddenly sneered, "J.A.R.V.I.S., play ' Triumphal March '."

The AI Butler was silent for two seconds, then AC/DC's "Back in Black" started playing.

"Ha! How fitting!" Thor smashed open a Beer Crate with a hammer, Utakata splashing onto his beard. "The atmosphere of the 'victory celebration' in the Midgard is more oppressive than a funeral in Asgard."

In the corner, Peter Pakku fiddled with the cracked screen of his phone, Aunt May's missed call was stuck on the number "27". He mechanically stuffed a cold slice of pizza into his mouth, his throat aching from the craving.

Bruce Banner's exposed arm was wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage as he stared at the news footage looping on the television—a shot of the enraged Hulk throwing a school bus at the police was circled in red, with the headline "Monster or Hero?"

"Hey! How about we play a game?" Tony Stark suddenly jumped onto the dining table like a madman. "Let's take turns telling the one thing we fucking regretted most during the Civil War!"

Dead silence.

Tony suddenly slammed his glass against the wall. "I don't even know if avenging my parents is right or wrong! Can anyone tell me?!"

Thor crushed the soda can. "A man's actions are never regrettable!"

Little Spider's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Uncle Ben said... With great power comes great power..." He suddenly covered his mouth and rushed into the Restroom, the sound of gagging being drowned out by the roar of the faucet.

Banner finally looked up, his eyes behind his glasses bloodshot. "I don't want Hulk to come out again."

The television suddenly switched to a new scene: in the ruins, a girl was holding Stars and Stripes and crying out, "Why are the heroes fighting?"

As footage of the "Manhattan Incident" spread wildly across global media, public opinion among governments and NGOs worldwide erupted in outrage.

The United Nations Security Council held an emergency closed-door meeting. The representatives of the Permanent Members of the UN Security Council watched the satellite images with solemn expressions—a thousand-meter-tall wooden Buddha, cracked continental plates, Captain Marvel Space Banishment ... These forces, far beyond the scope of modern military understanding, made everyone present feel uneasy, as if they had a bone stuck in their throat and thorns in their backs.

"This isn't Superhero, this is a walking nuclear bomb!" The representative of the Fastest Surrendering Nation his fist on the table. "A global Regulatory System must be established!"

"Agreed." The representative from the Gay Country adjusted his glasses. "But the problem is, who's going to oversee that Buddha Form that casts a shadow over three city blocks? Or that old white woman who ruined Manhattan?"

The Dragon Representative reached out to the Eagle Country, "Why don't you guys do it?"

The Eagle Country representative gritted his teeth and said, "What?! Why aren't you guys coming?"

Before the Dragon Representative could refuse, the Ah San Representative outside the door shouted, "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

The five permanent members of the UN Security Council collectively shouted angrily, "No seats!"

Meanwhile, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Branch in New Mexico.

Nick Fury's one eye stared at the draft of the "Superpowered Being Registration Act" jointly submitted by various countries in the Holographic Projection, his mouth twitching.

The draft requires all Metahuman engaging in public activities to report their abilities to International Organization and be subject to 24-hour Satellite Surveillance; it even proposes implanting Nanotracker into heroes who reach the S Hero Level.

"Are these bureaucrats out of their minds..." Fury gritted his teeth in anger, "Which satellite are they planning to use to keep an eye on Stephen Fang? The Hubble Telescope?"

Maria Hill whispered beside her, "Bai Palace is demanding a 'compromise' from us within a week, or they will send Special Department to 'take over' the Avengers."

"Special Department?" Fury thought he'd heard the funniest joke of the century. "Those pot-bellied guys don't think superheroes will listen to them, do they?"

Wakanda, Royal Council Hall.

Shuri, Black Panther's sister, looked at the Official Letter from the United Nations, then glanced at Black Panther, who was being treated in the hospital ward, and frowned. "Wakanda will never accept external forces monitoring its warriors!"

The top floor of a building on Wall Street.

Representatives of the remnants of Hydra are plotting through encrypted channels.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." A key member tapped his fingertips on the table. "We can push through legislation to put ' Regulatory Authority ' in our own hands... for example, have ' Snake Shield Agency. ' execute it."

A Hydra scientist excitedly pulled up the data. "Based on analysis of battlefield wreckage, Stephen Fang's Cell Sample may have Infinite Evolutionary Potential! If the bill passes, we can forcibly obtain his DNA under the pretext of 'security checks'!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the Conference Room door.

The representatives immediately put on a friendly and approachable expression and looked towards the door.

But the people who appeared at the door immediately made the Hydra Believers hurriedly get up. Those who could draw their guns did so, while those who couldn't simply cover their heads.

The person who arrived was none other than Stephen Fang, whom they had been longing for!

But Stephen Fang's first words left these people completely dumbfounded!

"Hail hydra!"