Chapter 42 Green Lantern Cries and Faints in the Bathroom_1
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When he heard The Ancient One say, "Your magic talent is the best I've ever seen," Logic's expression was incredibly complex, his eyes filled with a silent accusation.
Because he was not that young man, Doctor Strange.
Who got carried away by big fat lies.
What best magic talent?
Doctor Strange thought the same until he saw Spider-Man Peter's friend Ned, who had never studied magic, casually open a magic portal, easily accessing another dimension and even opening gates to other universes; that complicated look on his face.
At that time.
A million alpacas must have stampeded through his heart.
The Ancient One! You're scamming like a telecom fraudster!
So when The Ancient One repeated that sentence, Logic always felt like he was being hoodwinked. He didn't think he had any magic talent. Believe he was a top magic genius?
Rather than believing that.
He might as well believe he could cross his legs and cultivate a golden core for real!
Of course, he's talking about the legit golden core, not the kind removed in hospitals. There, infant souls roam everywhere, ascension is worse than a dog's life, only through Combination can one show some spirit.
The most crucial point is.
Even if he racked his brains to learn magic, nine times out of ten he wouldn't be able to use it in other universes, because in the Marvel Universe, magic is all about spells, praying to the divine Emperor Vishanti through chants and borrowing his powers.
So why learn this at all?
He's better off putting his energy into researching Battle Armor!
Logic was refusing, he earnestly said, "Magic is profound, I am silly, talent is illusory, hard work is real, I believe there are people better suited for this than me, certainly not myself."
As he spoke, he even shrugged his shoulders, looking exceptionally helpless, "Not to hide it from you, but I can't even find a single good thing about myself. I'm like that kind of mouse who would doubt whether I deserve to be confessed to by a girl!"
In the face of his self-mockery.
The Ancient One remained quite indifferent as if she had already anticipated this. She calmly said, "You have all the conditions to become the Sorcerer Supreme, even more excellent than the others."
"Oh? My so-called unparalleled magic talent??"
"Firstly, you possess the most important basic condition of the Sorcerer Supreme, your skin is thick, your physical strength is great, very suitable for close combat."
Uh...
Logic subconsciously looked at his hands. Indeed, he had nothing to say about this point; he had copied Morgana's physical fitness and, even without the empowerment of the Dark Plane, possessed the strength of the first Super Soldier, allowing him to arm-wrestle The Hulk.
His skin was certainly thick enough.
His strength was definitely strong.
Very suitable for close combat.
That statement was spot-on...
Wait a minute!
Logic had a bizarre expression. Who the heck fights hand-to-hand as a sorcerer?
If it were someone else, Logic would probably just laugh and say, "You're full of shit!"
But when The Ancient One said this...
Right, right, right, the big shot's correct! Sorcerers should engage in close combat!
There's no way to argue.
Next.
I'm absolutely not that outstanding!
"The second condition, you are a good person."
Hearing The Ancient One say this, Logic suddenly felt a reluctant spark of optimism and quickly spoke out to deny, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I have thirty-two gigabytes of videos stored on my USB drive, my browser has eleven thousand eight hundred search entries, I definitely can't be a good person!"
"But I've heard the prayers of several billion people, praying for your blessing. It's entwined with your soul," The Ancient One said somewhat emotionally, "You are the best, best person I've seen. I've always been curious, have you saved the world before?"
Uh...
Logic suddenly remembered his previous joke; he stopped The Wandering Earth project, halted the buttons of the united government, indirectly saving over three billion people stranded outside the Underground City from freezing to death in the cold.
He was laughing at the time.
He joked that if he transmigrated to a world of cultivation, he would probably become a Buddha or an immortal on the spot, bathed in merits, blinding every deity under the sun.
He never thought that joke would actually come true...
As the united government gave up on The Wandering Earth project and Logic's identity was gradually revealed, almost everyone on Earth knew Logic was an alien; it was he who brought hope to Earth.
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In despair, hope was brought forth.
This was undoubtedly the presence of a god-like being.
Receiving prayers and blessings seemed to be within expectations...
Logic tilted his head and didn't respond to The Ancient One's inquiry right away, as he didn't know how to explain that he truly didn't set out to save those three billion people; he merely wanted to swindle some benefits from the united government.
But as a matter of fact.
He indeed saved three billion people!
What a vast number.
If these three billion were to procreate, generation after generation, it would result in an unfathomable number of billions.
Seeing Logic lost in thought, The Ancient One's gaze carried admiration. She had detected his presence the first time he traveled through Earth and had been observing ever since to see if he harbored any evil intentions toward Earth.
In his previous travels, she didn't pay much attention and wasn't too concerned. In the span of seven hundred years, she had witnessed millions of such incidences.
But this time when Logic traveled through.
The Ancient One noticed something different about him—the admiration from billions of beings, that purity entwined with his soul, was overwhelmingly heart-stirring!
The Earth does not lack people with magical talent.
But their hearts are complex.
They are powerless and unsteady in resisting the dark overlord Dormammu.
Whereas Logic.
The purity entwined with his soul is something the darkness cannot erode, cannot corrupt.
He would be an even more powerful, even more suitable Sorcerer Supreme than that surgeon, because he can wield the dark power without fear.
"Actually, you also have another greatest advantage."
The Ancient One revealed a cunning smile, "You have been blessed by the gods; your progress in magic will advance by leaps and bounds, and the power of your spells will be even stronger!"
"Wait a minute!"
Logic sensed something amiss, "When did I ever receive the gods' blessing?"
"Just now, I pulled you into a dimensional space. While you were observing the dimension, the gods were also observing you!"
Logic: ...
Damn!
So she had already set the trap!
The Ancient One then reached out her hand and touched the empty space beside her. A cluster of pale red liquid emerged and fused continuously within her palm, twisting and eventually forming a red pendant.
Upon closer inspection.
It looked very similar to The Eye of Agamotto that housed the Time Gem on The Ancient One's chest, seemingly from the same collection.
She put the pendant around the neck of a bewildered Logic, and it emitted a faint red light.
"What kind of magical tool is this?"
The Ancient One spoke with an indifferent face, "It's just a starter equipment for becoming a sorcerer. Its ability is to let you create whatever you imagine. Once you become mentally stronger in the future, you can use it to modify the laws of the universe."
Logic: ???
I may not be well-read, but I know you're bluffing me—that's obviously Ether particles!
Logic, thrilled, fiddled with the pendant on his chest. This was clearly an upgraded version of Green Lantern's ring, allowing the creation of anything you could imagine and, eventually, even the modification of universal laws. The Green Lantern would just faint in the restroom.
But soon.
He suddenly realized a problem and looked at The Ancient One seriously. "How did you know I wanted Ether particles? How many times have you seen the future?"
"Not many, just three times."
"That few?"
"I said, I'm very reasonable, very easy to talk to."
The Ancient One smiled faintly, glancing at the box in her palm with The Hulk imprisoned inside— that so-called energy whip of reason cracked The Hulk with resounding smacks.
Indeed.
That reason made quite an impact!
Logic: ...
Bros, I've got a feeling I've boarded a thief's ship...