Chapter 45 Pah! I am a People's Entrepreneur!_1

It must be said that The Ancient One's actions were quite impressive. With energy depleted, she actually went directly to borrow from Dormammu, and in a manner reminiscent of some shameless Ultraman character, she borrowed power without any intention of returning it. This resulted in their predecessors always fighting in a weakened state, forced into becoming three-minute wonders.

Of course.

Borrowing power from Dormammu is not a sustainable strategy!

The Ancient One reached into the air, pulled a book out of thin air, then promptly flipped to a page. With a swipe of her finger over it, magical runes on the book began to glow and levitate, all of them entering Logic's body.

Logic only felt a flicker before his eyes, and a line of small text appeared before him.

"Divine Chain Magic detected, would you like to consume one hundred Energy Points to copy it?"

"Divine Chain Magic: Chains cast down to the mortal realm by deities, which can absorb the belief of followers and transform it into their own strength."

"Current status: Copyable!"

"Belief Idol: Materializing an image to gather the belief of followers and convert it into one's own strength."

This...

Upon seeing this magic, Logic instantly understood. This was none other than the legendary Path of Belief Ascension, gathering the faith of countless people to forge divine fire, using this divine fire to temper one's soul into a divine being, and turning a divine country into one's personal divine realm.

The possessor of a divine realm.

Truly extraordinary, above all gods, immortal and eternal!

"Dormammu is an evil deity that resides in the Dark Dimension and desires to devour Earth. Although he is a compulsive liar, there are things he did not lie about," explained The Ancient One, her expression calm. Her body was already ravaged and ridden with holes; she should have died long ago and was merely clinging on to life with the help of dark powers.

"To desire the power of a deity undeniably requires far too much time. In the universe as I know it, there simply isn't a path for a mortal to become a deity!"

The Marvel Universe is especially pathological.

It even makes all Easterners feel suffocated.

Because in Eastern legends, gods are transformed from people, step by step through cultivation. Almost all heavenly gods and Buddhas can find their origins in human form.

But not here.

Gods, by being gods, are either born as such, or they have parents who are gods.

For mortals to possess great power, they either rely on a sudden, serendipitous opportunity that is unattainable and almost impossible to replicate, or they rely on technology, a kind of technology that even deities take notice of.

Either way.

It's too difficult!

Even The Ancient One herself, having lived for so long and followed Eternity for so long, didn't find another system that could transform a person into a deity besides magic.

This point, Logic felt most strongly about. The cultivation techniques and magical systems that were common in other universes were, in this universe, supreme and almost inaccessible to everyone.

Holding the Multiverse.

Perhaps that is his greatest fortune!

Logic chose to copy the Divine Chain Magic. After consuming one hundred Energy Points, an instinct bloomed within his mind, an amazing ability to condense his own image for others to worship, through which he could receive the power of belief.

Not just real statues.

Even digital images in the virtual world would suffice.

This instantly sparked a daring idea in Logic!

What is the need for those traditional statues? Have you ever heard of Mecha Buddha? Electronic Three Purities? Technological Elixir? Cyber Western Paradises? AI Bodhisattva? PDF scriptures?

"Of course!"

The Ancient One added, "This isn't an easy path to travel, because your essence is not that of a god but of a human. This means you have neither an upper nor a lower limit. Those deities, without followers, remain undying and immensely powerful, but without followers, you would revert to being a mortal and might even face death."

This is like the once king of gods, Zeus.

On Mount Olympus, he established his own powerful regime, ruled the world, and enjoyed the offerings of tens of millions of worshippers, reaching the pinnacle of his power.

But in the end.

Their deeds were too chaotic, with fathers fooling around with daughters, sons with mothers, brothers with sisters, younger brothers with younger sisters, the third brother stabbing the second one, the second brother stabbing the eldest, the eldest stabbing their father, and the eldest's son going on to stab his grandfather...

Ah this...

Countless conflicts caused the gods' followers to doubt and abandon their faith, leading to the exhaustion of the gods' power and their eventual decline.

The Ancient One shared her experience, "Once you choose this path, you must take it seriously, always ready to meet the demands of the worshippers, answer their calls, and not exploit them like those capitalists or suck their blood like those bankers."

The Ancient One, who has lived for seven hundred years.

Has seen the rise and fall of countless dynasties, as well as the primitive bloodiness of capital accumulation.

People can be exploited.

But not worshippers!

Because people have a demographic dividend, they reproduce and become numerous, while worshippers are rare, and it's really hard to find another once one leaves!

It might sound simple.

But how many can actually do it?

Like in the outside world, how many bosses are willing to let their employees work eight hours a day, four days a week, get four days off per month, and receive overtime pay for any extra work?

Logic, however, was brimming with confidence, "Don't worry, I'm not some heartless capitalist, nor am I a dirty banker, but a people's entrepreneur who considers the well-being of the people!"

He had already thought of ways to exploit others.

The group he would exploit would obediently work hard, cry out in their labor, and they wouldn't even need to be paid; in fact, they had to pay for the privilege.

Tsk...

My conscience, oh... so very... good!

Seeing Logic nod so confidently, The Ancient One's expression became somewhat strange as she obviously saw something from the future, but she did not elaborate and simply left a cryptic remark.

"The time left for you..."

"Is not much!"

"You have many, many enemies!"

"Perhaps, this is the test of becoming the Sorcerer Supreme!"

After speaking.

The Ancient One's figure vanished, leaving behind only a small cube that, with a roll, changed to show Banner lying on the ground, sound asleep, his expression one of exhaustion, clearly tired from listening to The Ancient One's truths.

Logic glanced at the other's sizable buttocks, nodded earnestly, and assessed, "Not very perky, unlike Captain America's!"

As soon as the words were out.

He heard a loud bang behind him and, with a flutter of his wings, his body whooshed several meters away with an instantaneous shift, warily turning to look behind him.

He saw the familiar flashy red Iron Man Mark III Suit, crashed into the dirt of the rooftop, with its two little legs still stubbornly twitching, emitting sparks with a sizzling sound.

Tony shook his arm, using the recoil from his arms to pull himself out, and immediately switched to national essence mode, "Shit! Motherfucker! I've been falling for thirty minutes!"

Logic: (⊙o⊙)

This was definitely on purpose by The Ancient One!

The behind-the-scenes culprit is The Ancient One!