Without waiting for Lucas to ask further, he swiped his right hand through the air, opening an extradimensional space. From it, he solemnly took out a ball of light and a letter.
He then explained, "My teacher only instructed me to give you this data stream and this letter."
"Alright." Lucas nodded.
His mental power spread out, capturing the data stream.
The next moment, countless papers, formulas, and data flooded his mind. This was a complete set of spaceship construction technology.
A spaceship construction technology that could fly out of Marvel and sustain itself long-term outside.
Why would Ikor give me this technology?
Does this technology count as a great gift?
Yes.
With this technology, a civilization could potentially escape Universe-level, Multiverse-level, and even entire Marvel cosmology-level crises.
However, this technology was not a necessity for Lucas. He himself could survive outside Marvel.
Lucas frowned.
His super brain quickly processed and digested this technology. But very quickly, his super brain came to another conclusion.
Professional matters should be handled by professionals.
This technology should be given to Tony for him to research.
Lucas's divine power flowed, enveloping and collecting the data stream.
Then he opened Ikor's letter.
The first thing he saw were three large characters.
Read and Burn!
Lucas frowned again.
Important things should be said in person. How could Ikor make such a mistake?
Lucas lowered his eyes and scanned the contents of the letter.
His frown deepened.
A great crisis, sweeping through all Universes, was about to arrive?
If he wanted to know what this crisis was, he should build a spaceship and have someone fly it out of Neutral Zone to see.
However, it was best for him not to go out alone. Otherwise he might get caught up in the crisis.
Whoosh!
A ball of flame erupted from Lucas's hand, burning Ikor's letter.
Not only that, the flame spread, following a mysterious ripple, erasing the spacetime where the letter existed.
He understood now, Ikor had given him a Noah's Ark.
This was indeed a great gift.
"Sorcerer Lucas, I have delivered my teacher's gift, so I will take my leave now."
"Mm." Lucas nodded.
He watched the Apprentice Watcher leave, and quietly marked the Apprentice Watcher.
Lucas saw Ikor's plea and agreed to it.
Ikor sent the Apprentice Watcher to deliver the gift he had prepared for Lucas before his imprisonment, instead of coming himself.
It was an implicit hint for Lucas to take care of the Apprentice Watcher.
He just hadn't said it directly.
After seeing off the Apprentice Watcher, Lucas stretched.
He said to the Ancient One, "Master, I'm going back to rest too."
The Ancient One's beard trembled.
Rest?
You've been in your room for days, only came out a few hours ago, and now you're going back to rest again?
Young people really have good stamina.
"Go on." Ancient One waved his hand weakly.
Lucas quickly slipped away towards his room.
A day without seeing her felt like three years.
Several hours had passed.
Wanda must be missing him, right?
Click.
The door opened and closed.
Silver divine power spread, isolating the spacetime inside and outside the room.
Lucas lightly walked to the bedside.
This moment was precisely like that moment.
It was time to show his true sneak attack skills.
Witch, behold my spear, striking like a dragon.
"Wanda, don't look back. I am Lucas."
Hearing Lucas's voice, Wanda still struggled.
Of course, Wanda knew it was Lucas. She knew the moment he stepped into the room. Otherwise, she wouldn't have feigned sleep and let Lucas do as he pleased.
A Chaos Magic attack would have already been launched at his face.
But now, Lucas's target seemed to be wrong.
Feeling that the situation was about to become untenable, Wanda stopped pretending to sleep.
She twisted her body and whispered, "Not there."
Lucas bit Wanda's ear, also whispering, "Wanda, to become an excellent Sorcerer Supreme, you must dare to challenge yourself. You have to believe in the tacit understanding and cooperation between us. I am responsible for helping others, and you are responsible for being warm-hearted."
Then he found that the poor student Wanda still didn't listen to his teachings, making small movements in class to disrupt his teaching.
Helpless, Lucas could only resort to corporal punishment. Under Lucas's corporal punishment, Wanda quickly learned what teamwork was.
Another few days passed.
These past few days, Lucas had been living a hard life of toiling from dawn till dusk, working diligently day and night.
Wanda felt sorry for Lucas's hard work and, enduring the pain, gave him a break, letting him rest for a period.
"Wanda, this isn't my fault."
Lucas looked at the unconscious Wanda on the bed, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.
He only knew that Chaos Magic could restore physical strength and repair the body. He didn't expect Chaos Magic couldn't clear abnormal mental states. These abnormal mental states accumulated continuously.
Plus, he accidentally used too much force.
But this was the Pandora's Box Wanda herself opened, so it couldn't be entirely his fault, could it?
After finishing his morning exercises, Lucas tidied up the beautiful scenery.
This beautiful scenery always intoxicated him, making it hard for him to control himself every time he saw it.
He was a common man. The joy of the scenery, once felt in his heart, had to be acted upon.
"Suddenly I feel a bit sleepy. I'll sleep a bit more before going out."
Lucas nimbly returned to bed, planning to take another nap.
Lucas hugged Wanda from behind and fell into a deep sleep, immersed in the joy of the mountains and forests.
This time, he and Wanda had a normal sleep.
A few more hours passed, and Lucas slowly woke up.
Wanda was still sleeping soundly, nestled in his arms. However, her washed face and changed clothes told Lucas that she had already woken up once.
Lucas hesitated for a moment, then gave up the idea of ambushing Wanda.
Though he enjoyed the pleasure of nature, he also knew not to rush things.
What a sleepy little lazybones.
Pecking Wanda's forehead, Lucas got up to get ready to go out.
As he was leaving, he glanced back, then turned around to pull the quilt over Wanda, covering her completely.
He was a selfish person. He wanted this kind of beautiful scenery to only be admired by him.
At most, he would share it with Gwen. He hoped Gwen wouldn't misunderstand his good intentions.
After getting ready, Lucas walked towards the door, thinking, 'Has my self-control recently worsened?'
But when he worked with Gwen before, he never rushed things.
Or was Wanda's stamina bar too shallow?
He had to find a way to help her more times to expand her stamina bar.
Just like he helped Gwen back then.
Embodying the spirit of the Sorcerer Supreme who delights in helping others, he injected his unique white substance into Wanda's body. Over time, Wanda's physique would surely be greatly enhanced.
While contemplating, Lucas unknowingly walked to the second-floor lounge area of Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum.
Just as Lucas stepped into the tea room—
In an instant, he felt three distinct gazes.
The teasing of the Ancient One.
The inquiry of Gaea.
The calmness of Atum.
"Oh no, I stood Gaea up again."
Lucas's expression remained unchanged; he ignored the inquiry in Gaea's eyes and calmly greeted her.
"Good morning, Gaea."
"Good morning, Sorcerer Lucas."
"Gaea, has the Creator responded yet?" Lucas didn't give Gaea a chance to ask, he preemptively asked.
Gaea nodded, her face strangely saying, "Sorcerer Lucas, the Creator wants to see you. He seems very interested in you."
"Oh, the Creator is very interested in me?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.
It's settled.
The cooperation with the Creator is settled.
"That's right."
Gaea nodded, somewhat puzzled. "Before I introduced you to the Creator, he seemed to already know you. Moreover, his understanding of you seems not limited to what happened on Earth-616."
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
Lucas suddenly thought of this sentence.
It seemed that when he was investigating the mastermind behind Ragnarok, this mastermind behind Ragnarok also noticed him.
Then let's meet the Creator of the Elder Gods, the mastermind behind Ragnarok.
Lucas asked, "Does this Creator have an appointed time and place?"
Gaea nodded. "The Creator said that he will be paying attention to Earth-616 during this period. He only needs to be called by his name, and he will hear and respond."
"Mm."
Lucas nodded, then asked curiously, "Then I've mentioned his name several times just now, why hasn't he responded yet?"
"Uh..."
Gaea was speechless, she didn't know how to explain.
The Creator was just using a metaphor, meaning he would know if there was some movement.
It wasn't that he would know just by mentioning the word 'Creator'.
"Sorcerer Lucas, I wonder if you are free now. Let's talk in detail face-to-face." A vague, ethereal voice suddenly appeared.
The Creator used practical actions to tell Gaea that he wasn't speaking metaphorically.
"There's no time like the present."
The moment Lucas's words sounded, countless starlight from the depths of the Universe twinkled.
In an instant, Earth-616 transformed from a clear day to a night sky filled with stars.
Lucas looked up into the depths of the night sky.
The light of countless stars flickered, vaguely outlining a figure. The next moment, an illusory figure walked out from the depths of the starry sky.
One moment the figure was still in the depths of the starry sky, the next it appeared before Lucas and the others.