Chapter 2076 - 2076 Mega Bigshot's Final Lesson
2076 Mega Bigshot’s Final Lesson
Only people in the same circle would hate each other.
And existences in the same circle as the Sorcerer Supreme could be a dark sorcerer or something similar, or on a broader level of consideration, dark magic or dark creatures.
So, was the Ancient One really injured this time, or was this a ‘teaching demonstration’?
If it were anyone else, Luke would be 70 to 80% sure after watching the video.
But Strange was the disciple chosen by the Ancient One to inherit the title of Sorcerer Supreme.
It wouldn’t be unusual for such a person to receive special treatment.
Luke’s mind whirled. The Knight clone had already flown some distance from Wakanda, and Blink, the female Inhuman, opened a space portal from New York.
As Luke passed through the flickering purple ring, he mumbled to himself: Sure enough, products that aren’t mass produced aren’t up to scratch!
The portals that the Kamar-Taj sorcerers could open were like an assembly line product, the size of which could be controlled.
That being said, Luke still told Blink, “You’ve improved, keep it up,” which delighted the girl.
Luke left the room and turned invisible before he headed straight for Metro General Hospital hundreds of meters away.
When he arrived at the E.R., it only took him a few seconds to confirm that this was a real person on the verge of death, and that it wasn’t an illusion.
However, he remained extremely skeptical that this was the Ancient One herself, or that the injury was fatal to her.
This was the Sorcerer Supreme, who controlled the Eye of Agamotto.
Who could stab her to the point that she couldn’t rewind time to save her life? Without the Infinity Stones, even Thanos wouldn’t be able to make the cut.
Those who used force couldn’t stand against those who played with the laws of nature.
A train might be able to smash through a metal wall, but as long as a railway track was placed under it, it could only obediently head in the direction laid out for it.
The Eye of Agamotto was a power which forcibly laid down that railway track.
As for the possibility that a spaceship might fall on top of the Sorcerer Supreme’s head in the future, that was another matter altogether.
Should he give the Ancient One Life 1 or simply use Light of Life? That was the question.
Just as he made up his mind to stabilize this mega bigshot’s ‘suspected’ injuries, Luke’s pupils suddenly contracted.
A hazy image passed out of the Ancient One’s body and instantly went to the French windows not far away. Then, it turned around and beckoned to him.
Luke felt himself instantly appear next to the image.
This semi-transparent image looked like the Ancient One, and it wasn’t covered in blood, which instantly made Luke think of astral projection.
He subconsciously lowered his head, only to see that he had no body.
He looked out the window and saw a streak of lightning crawl across the gloomy sky at a snail’s pace.
It was as if the people nearby had stopped moving. On closer look, they weren’t really still, but were moving very slowly.
Luke wasn’t surprised.
When he used Real Dream, he could also stretch time to a few hours in the other party’s consciousness, when only a few minutes had passed in reality.
The current situation was similar.
However, now wasn’t a good time to ponder the differences between his and this mega bigshot’s abilities.
Although Luke saw that he had no body, the Ancient One looked at him and smiled. “Alright, whether your name is Bruce or Wilson, you’re a very special person.”
Luke said helplessly, “Ma’am, is this your disciple recruitment ceremony? It’s quite unique.”
The Ancient One smiled even more brightly, but shook her head decisively. “No, it’s just an official farewell.”
Luke was astonished. “You…”
The Ancient One readily admitted, “I’m leaving.”
Luke didn’t say anything, nor was he stupid enough to ask where this mega bigshot was going or if “leaving” actually meant dying.
Few people who played with time were simple.
After playing with time for hundreds of years, who wouldn’t turn into an old fox… Hm, this mega bigshot was right opposite him, he couldn’t think that, couldn’t think that. Luke silently cut off any thoughts he shouldn’t have.
The Ancient One said, “You’ll have to deal with him next. Don’t mention that we met.”
Luke nodded silently. They had only met twice; it was no big deal. Of course, both times had something to do with Strange.
Otherwise, how could he explain why he hadn’t done anything even though he could have easily saved Strange’s hands or the Ancient One’s life?
He vaguely sensed that the Ancient One didn’t really look like she was about to die — at least, it was different from the “the world has nothing to do with me once I close my eyes” sentiment which most people imagined.
Thus, Luke’s best option was to never mention these two meetings.
Since they had never met, there was naturally no chance to change these two things.
It was a small matter for the Ancient One to hide this from Strange.
When Strange learned the truth one day, he himself might not ask anything.
Seeing that he understood, the Ancient One regained her calm expression. “Go. It is farewell for now.”
After she said that, Luke felt himself sent back to his body.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Strange’s soul coming from the other side, just before the world in front of him returned to normal.
Luke turned around and left. He didn’t take another look at the Ancient One’s body or soul.
What followed would be the Ancient One’s final lesson to her disciple.
This mega bigshot was using her own death to teach this last lesson. She didn’t want anyone else to watch her, so it was best for Luke to pretend he didn’t know.
After he left, Luke didn’t have his clone return to Wakanda.
He found Blink, who was still waiting in the safe house, and they returned to the Justice League’s main base in Maine.
He didn’t let Blink move around freely, but told her to stay at the base and be on standby.
The Ancient One’s death wasn’t all there was to this final lesson.
Who would believe that this mega bigshot could be killed by some tramps?
It was likely that the true ‘graduation exam’ would take place after her death.
Whether or not Dr. Strange could become Sorcerer Strange would depend on his ‘exam grade.’
Luke didn’t think that Strange would fail.
If the Ancient One was that blind, her death wouldn’t have been so neat, as if she had predicted everything.
Oh, wait! She probably had predicted this.
Also, the Ancient One hadn’t forbidden Luke from interacting with Strange.
So, Luke had a thought. How about… he mooch experience and credit points off this newly-minted Sorcerer Supreme, and get to know him better?
They would meet sooner or later.
If things didn’t go to plan, he would have his clone charge forward and self-destruct.
The clones were nothing to the Sorcerer Supreme. Strange would find out about them sooner or later.
Luke had no intention of hiding anything.
Of course, the Ancient One had only mentioned Bruce and Wilson, and hadn’t mentioned Luke himself.
Then, it was better for his main body to continue living like a homebody tech nerd.