Following the Ancient One through Kamar-Taj, Lucas finally understood why this place was revered as a sanctuary.
Outside, the Himalayas lay buried in ice and snow—
but within these walls, it was a spring paradise of blooming flowers and warm sunlight.
As they passed through the main training square, Lucas immediately spotted some familiar faces—
the ever-serious Mordo and the round, good-natured Wong.
Both were instructing younger disciples, and Wong was currently demonstrating how to open a sling ring portal.
Lucas's eyes lit up.
"Hey, System… think I can learn magic here?"
Anyone who had seen Marvel movies had fantasized about sling ring portals—Lucas certainly was no exception.
[Ding~ The Host is advised to stop daydreaming.
As the sole manifestation of the Clive Rosfield template, all of your magic originates from your summons and only from them.
Magic from other worlds is incompatible with your constitution.]
"Are you kidding me?!
Just one exception. One!
Let me learn the portal spell—I won't ask for anything else!"
Lucas felt his soul withering.
The one spell he wanted most…
was completely off-limits.
[Ding~ The Host's constitution was determined by the Host's own choice.
The system cannot alter it.]
Translation:
You picked a Final Fantasy template.
You deal with the consequences.
Not my problem.
"Fine. Be that way."
Grinding his teeth, Lucas forcibly turned his head away from the sorcerers practicing portals, refusing to torment himself further.
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After the tour, the Ancient One brought them to a meditation chamber—
the place where Wanda would begin her training.
"Master, please take care of her. You've surely sensed how unstable her chaos energy is."
Lucas gently nudged Wanda forward.
"Master Ancient One… please guide me well."
Wanda's soft voice pleased the Ancient One.
Her nature was kind—
remarkably so for someone bearing chaos magic.
Of course, that was only because Lucas was here.
Just last night, when Wanda mistakenly believed Lucas might abandon her, her chaos power nearly swallowed her whole.
If Lucas hadn't immediately reassured her, she might have dragged him into oblivion with her.
After a reluctant goodbye, Wanda officially began her training.
The next day, training commenced in earnest.
The Ancient One didn't teach spells at first—
she taught Wanda to calm her mind, to control magic, and to progress step by step.
---
Back at the agency, Lucas installed a special rack for the cloak.
Not that it stayed there—
the cloak now floated around the office daily, poking into everything, even petting Moguri.
"Lucas, where did this cloak come from? And why does it have a mind of its own?"
Skye watched the cloak chase Moguri around.
With everything she'd already witnessed, this barely counted as surprising—just fascinating.
"Got it from the New York Sanctum.
For some reason, it formed a contract with me.
Now it won't leave even if I kick it out."
The cloak flipped in midair as if proud.
Skye immediately started taking pictures.
The cloak, noticing, paused to strike several dramatic poses.
After she snapped them, it flew over to review the photos—
and even gestured for Skye to delete the ones it disliked.
Skye was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.
She sent the photos to her encrypted group chat with Gwen and Wanda.
Gwen was amazed.
Wanda didn't reply—she was in deep meditation at Kamar-Taj.
That was when—
BOOM!
The front door shook as Tony landed outside in full armor, then casually walked in.
"Hey! I knew you'd be here, so—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Because a red cloak drifted toward him, circling him thoughtfully, its corner tapping where its chin would be—studying his armor.
"What the… a sentient cloak?"
Tony reached out to touch it—
and immediately got slapped away.
Clearly, the cloak found him unworthy.
"It's a magical artifact with a personality. Just pretend it's a normal cloak."
Lucas shrugged.
Explaining "sentient magic cloth" to a scientist was always awkward.
But Tony had already made peace with magic—
there was literally a mage standing right in front of him.
"Fair enough.
Gotta admit, it's stylish."
Tony stepped out of his armor; it went into auto-patrol mode behind him.
"I'm planning a yacht party. Pepper's finally free after being buried in work.
Bring your girlfriends—plural," Tony said, glancing around.
He spotted Skye at the computer but not the red-haired beauty.
"Where's Wanda? You hiding her?"
"She's learning magic. Won't be back for a while."
"Ah. Her loss then."
Tony shrugged.
He had already bought a new luxury catamaran—three decks, ridiculously extravagant—planning to take Pepper (and Lucas's crew) out to relax.
"Pepper's been really that busy? No wonder she's ignored my shopping invites."
Skye asked.
She'd tried contacting Pepper multiple times, but Pepper had barely managed a few rushed sentences each time.
"You have no idea.
She had to negotiate a new contract with a Middle Eastern powerhouse.
She basically lived in her office."
Ever since Tony gave up the CEO position, he had focused purely on armor research and more armor research—
dumping every corporate responsibility onto Pepper.
If she weren't a natural powerhouse, she'd have collapsed long ago.
"Stockholders aren't easy to deal with either," Tony added.
"Not everyone is like Lucas—
shows up, takes the money, ignores everything else."
Skye asked, "So when are we leaving? I'll call Gwen back."
"Probably next week.
I'll confirm once Pepper finalizes her schedule."
"Alright, let me know.
We're ready whenever."
Lucas tossed Tony a game controller.
"Two rounds?"
Tony's eyes lit up.
"Let's go.
Time to show you what a real fighting god looks like."
In seconds, the two were locked in intense combat—
no mercy, no hesitation, no father and son on the battlefield.
Each was determined to break the other in the most brutal way possible.
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