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"It's about time to wrap this up."
Watching Kurse charge toward him, George decided it was time to bring this farce to an end. He slowly rose to his feet, raised his right hand, and extended his index finger.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning, tens of thousands of times more terrifying than anything summoned by Thor's Mjolnir, struck Kurse's body.
Kurse, who had only sustained minor injuries from Thor's lightning previously, froze instantly upon being hit by George's bolt. In the very next second, his body disintegrated into black ash and scattered across the ground.
"I think he looks more like the God of Thunder than you do," Loki remarked cheekily to Thor, seeing George finish off Kurse with a single bolt of lightning.
However, in his heart, he secretly vowed never to provoke this terrifying human in the future. He felt certain that he, too, wouldn't be able to withstand a strike like that.
Hearing the comment, Thor tried to kick Loki in the backside, but Loki nimbly dodged out of the way.
"Algrim, how could this happen!"
The scene below was also witnessed by Malekith from within the Dark Elf flagship. He slammed his fist onto the table beside him in fury, then immediately issued an order:
"This is a trap set by the Asgardians! Initiate a spatial jump immediately!"
Unfortunately, the ship did not jump away as he had hoped.
"The surrounding space is suffering from intense interference! We cannot initiate the jump!"
The terrified report from his subordinate soldier caused Malekith's pupils to constrict once more. He was now absolutely certain that this was a premeditated ambush targeting the Dark Elves—a trap.
Perhaps in no time at all, a massive fleet of Asgardian warriors and ships would appear nearby to encircle their vessel.
"Get us out of here at maximum speed! As soon as we escape the interference range, initiate the spatial jump!" Malekith roared loudly.
However, just as the warship accelerated in an attempt to leave the planet, a colossal magic circle capable of covering the entire world appeared in the sky above.
"Super Magic: Fairy Glitter!"
George recited the incantation silently in his heart. A pillar of judgment light descended from the heavens, scattering the cloud cover that had shrouded Svartalfheim for thousands of years and illuminating the world below.
When the brilliance faded, the Dark Elves' most advanced flagship and the remaining soldiers inside had vanished completely, leaving not even dust behind.
Having advanced to the Single Universe Level, let alone a Dark Elf battleship, he could easily destroy all of Svartalfheim if he wished. In fact, if he wanted to, he could simply release his own internal world and slowly devour this entire universe.
It would be just like how his clones devoured worlds. However, a parallel universe in Marvel was far stronger than the worlds his clones dealt with. The volume of a single universe here was comparable to the sum of seven or eight ordinary worlds.
If he wanted to devour it, it would take a vast amount of time, and he couldn't afford to be disturbed or stopped.
Of course, there was a shortcut. He could learn from Dormammu and devour the core of the universe: Earth. Without the core, devouring the rest of the universe would be much faster.
Truly, high risks yield high rewards.
If he relied on himself to slowly expand his world, who knew how long it would take to reach the size of a Marvel parallel universe? Unless, of course, he had a swarm of worker bees like the Celestials to diligently help him create life planets and stars to slowly expand the cosmos.
"It seems that when I have time, I should properly study that Celestial baby inside the Earth."
Gathering his wandering thoughts, George took the dumbfounded Thor and Loki back to Asgard, obtained the Infinity Gauntlet from Odin, and returned to Earth.
Two days later, George, now wearing the gauntlet inlaid with five Infinity Stones, arrived at Kamar-Taj once more.
"Is it starting soon?"
"It has already begun."
Seeing George appear, a hint of sadness surfaced on the Ancient One's face. She wasn't grieving for herself, but for the mages loyal to Kamar-Taj who were about to be killed by Kaecilius.
"Actually, if you agree, I can help you achieve your goal in another way. That way, so many people don't have to die," George said after a moment of thought, noticing the hidden sorrow in the Ancient One.
For the current him, he could easily play along with the Ancient One to stage a performance, minimizing the death toll at Kamar-Taj while still allowing the Ancient One to die successfully and pass the title of Sorcerer Supreme to Doctor Strange.
The Ancient One shook her head upon hearing this.
"I know that with your strength, you could do it, but it is unnecessary. Too many changes will cause too many accidents, which may eventually lead to even bigger troubles. As for the mages who die this time, I will take their souls with me to the Realm of Eternity."
Seeing that the Ancient One had made her decision, George did not persuade her further. He didn't have much of a relationship with the mages of Kamar-Taj; he usually only came to see the Ancient One, so their deaths meant little to him. He had only made the offer for the Ancient One's sake. Since she had her own ideas, he wouldn't interfere.
Boom!
A loud noise signaled that the Kamar-Taj sanctuary had been invaded by Kaecilius and was already destroyed.
"Let's go take a look together," the Ancient One said, fading into invisibility and inviting George.
George also turned invisible and followed the Ancient One to the New York Sanctum. Next, Doctor Strange would face Kaecilius and his zealots alone. George guessed the Ancient One intended to watch the whole process and protect him secretly, just in case.
At the New York Sanctum, Doctor Strange encountered Kaecilius, who had just killed the guardian of the Sanctum.
After a struggle, relying on his wits and the help of the Cloak of Levitation, Strange finally managed to trap Kaecilius using the Sanctum's artifacts. However, with the help of his zealot allies, Kaecilius eventually broke free.
"It is my turn now."
Seeing that the time was right, the Ancient One greeted George, lifted her invisibility, and began a heart-to-heart talk with Doctor Strange.
Afterward, Kaecilius attacked again, killing the Ancient One in the Mirror Dimension and destroying the New York Sanctum. Because of the Ancient One's death, Doctor Strange came to understand his own heart, accepted the title of Sorcerer Supreme, and decided to stop Dormammu to save the world.
While Doctor Strange was trying to enlist Master Mordo's help, George and the Ancient One's soul, hovering above the New York Hospital, witnessed Eternity arriving across space.
A massive black phantom appeared out of thin air right before George's eyes. There were no fluctuations in time or space; it was as if he had always been there, just never discovered.
The black phantom didn't appear physically tall, yet it gave George the feeling of an ant facing the sun. No matter how large he grew his own body, he would appear incomparably tiny in comparison.
Inside the black phantom, it seemed to contain countless galaxies and countless stars.
"Phew, as expected of the physical incarnation of the Marvel Multiverse. Truly terrifying!"
It was only now that George realized he was still far, far behind the top-tier Multiverse-level powerhouses. If Eternity wanted to kill him, he wouldn't last more than a few seconds before being thoroughly erased from this plane of existence.
(End of Chapter)