Chapter 82.
At that very moment, it wasn't just the U.S. government monitoring Felix's explosive demonstration. Across the globe, various other governments and shadow organizations were watching closely as well. Without exception, all of them were stunned into silence by the sheer destructive force they had just witnessed. Their immediate response, nearly identical across the board, was to issue orders: find out who this man is—at any cost.
Yet while the world scrambled in shock and curiosity, Felix himself remained completely unconcerned. With a flash of his power, he instantly returned to Wakanda.
What surprised him upon arrival was that Tony Stark and the others had witnessed the entire spectacle—and had even projected it using Wakanda's advanced virtual display systems.
"Felix, there you are!" Tony was the first to notice him appear out of thin air. "Did you go out for a walk—or to scare the world half to death with your powers?"
He crossed his arms, half scolding, half amazed.
"Good thing T'Challa and I anticipated the chaos. With J.A.R.V.I.S. assisting, we managed to scramble the satellite surveillance from most countries. Otherwise, your identity would be all over global intelligence networks right now."
Tony's tone was laced with complaint, but his expression showed something else—pure astonishment.
"Honestly, Felix… your power is unbelievable. You've basically become a walking nuclear bomb."
Tony was clearly still in awe. It was the first time he had seen Felix unleash his full strength, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and relief. There wasn't even a flicker of resistance in his heart—how could there be, facing someone that overwhelming?
Yet as he reminded himself, Felix was on their side. As a fellow defender of Earth—perhaps even a member of their own league of heroes—Tony couldn't help but feel a deep sense of security.
"Uh, I just wanted to test my power a little," Felix replied awkwardly. "Didn't expect it to turn out quite that dramatic."
He obviously couldn't say outright that he had done it just to show off—so he gave a vague excuse to brush off Tony's complaints.
"But seriously, thank you," he added sincerely. "What you and T'Challa did made everything much easier for me. Without your interference, I'd probably already be the top search result on every country's radar."
In truth, Felix hadn't expected anyone to help shield his identity. He thought it was already exposed from the moment he took flight. That's why he chose to go all in—to show his power clearly and deter anyone foolish enough to come after him.
But with Tony and T'Challa helping from the shadows, it seemed things might not spiral out of control after all. For that, Felix was genuinely grateful.
"You don't need to thank us," T'Challa said with a wave of his hand. "It's nothing."
Then Tony's curiosity kicked in full force.
"Hey, Felix, tell me—how the hell did you become that powerful? And how can you fly like that without any suit or tech? I've dreamed of that since forever!"
Tony leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity. For him, flying had always been more than a hobby—it was a passion. His first suit was practically a toy built to satisfy his dream.
Saving the world? That had come later.
And yet, no matter how advanced his suits got, they were still just machines. Watching Felix soar through the sky effortlessly—without armor or assistance—ignited that old spark of ambition in Tony again.
"Tony, I'm afraid my path isn't something you can replicate," Felix said with a smile.
Tony's face immediately fell with disappointment.
"But don't give up hope," Felix quickly added. "If you keep working on that special serum I brought back, and manage to improve the success rate… who knows? Maybe you'll develop powers of your own someday."
He wasn't lying. His own powers had originally come from that mysterious serum. While he didn't know what kind of abilities Tony might develop if he used it, the potential was definitely there.
Tony's face lit up with renewed determination.
"All right! As soon as I get back, I'll double down on the research. That serum is top priority now. And I will finish the nano-steel armor too!"
Seeing Tony bounce back with that signature confidence brought a grin to Felix's face.
"I'll be looking forward to it," he said warmly.
Then, as if remembering something, Felix turned to T'Challa.
"Oh, by the way, T'Challa… I've finished testing the new suit. Everything checks out. Can we now continue that discussion we left unfinished?"
"Discussion, my arse!" T'Challa snapped, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to spar with a monster like you again! I'm no masochist!"
His sudden outburst made everyone around burst into laughter. Clearly, after seeing what Felix was capable of, T'Challa no longer had any desire to finish that particular "discussion"—especially if it involved getting his face slammed into the dirt.
He had confidence before but now? He'd rather not take the risk.
After witnessing Felix's terrifying display of power, T'Challa couldn't help but feel like he must have lost his mind earlier—suggesting a sparring match with someone so overwhelming. In hindsight, it was clearly a moment of poor judgment.
He laughed awkwardly –and waved off the idea.
"Oh, I don't think that's necessary anymore. We're all part of the same alliance now. No need to 'discuss' anything—especially if someone ends up injured. It's just not worth it!"
T'Challa's guilty tone made it clear that he had no interest in revisiting the idea of sparring with Felix.
"But that's exactly why we should spar," Tony interrupted, grinning mischievously. "We're teammates now—shouldn't we understand each other's strengths better?"
Always the instigator, Tony couldn't resist stirring the pot. He chuckled at T'Challa's discomfort, clearly enjoying the moment.
"Why are you egging him on?" T'Challa shot back, half annoyed, half amused. "If you're so eager, why don't you spar with him?"
Though he was afraid of Felix, he certainly wasn't afraid of Tony.
Tony smirked. "Oh please, don't think just because you're scared of Felix, I'm the easier one to pick on!"
He crossed his arms, full of confidence.
"Felix, draw a circle for us—I'll go put on my armor and show this 'king' what a real fight looks like!"
His tone made it sound like he was serious, even though everyone knew Tony couldn't resist a bit of showmanship.
In the end, though, the sparring match never happened.
Everyone present stopped the two before things escalated. Even the old king of Wakanda stepped in.
"There's no need for a match now," the king said calmly. "There will be other opportunities."
What followed next caught everyone—especially T'Challa—off guard.
The king announced that T'Challa would be leaving Wakanda to join Tony and the others in the outside world.
T'Challa was stunned. He had only expected to join the alliance—he didn't think it meant leaving Wakanda entirely. What was his father thinking?
But despite his surprise, T'Challa didn't argue. As a warrior and prince of Wakanda, he respected his father's decision and accepted his new mission.
So, Felix and his team left Wakanda—not just with precious vibranium materials and several vibranium-made suits, but also with Wakanda's future king himself.
Time passed.
The seasons cycled through—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—and in the blink of an eye, a full year had gone by since Felix and the others had left Wakanda.
During that year, many things happened—and yet, not much happened at all.
The members of the alliance had all gone their separate ways, busy with their own responsibilities. They hadn't even gathered again as a full team.
As for Felix, he had gone directly to Kamar-Taj, where he settled down permanently.
The news of the Ancient One's death had already spread throughout the magical world, and Felix, as her chosen successor, had begun to take on the responsibilities of the next Sorcerer Supreme.
Guarding Kamar-Taj had become his primary duty—especially while waiting for Stephen Strange to arrive and begin his own journey.
Felix even transferred ownership of the house Tony had bought for him to Anne. The house, fittingly, was located in Queens.
Several months ago, the three major sanctums had finally been restored.
Of course, Felix didn't contribute much to the rebuilding effort—he knew nothing about the magical structures, let alone their purpose.
Terms like "energy nodes," "hiding Earth's coordinates," and "shielding dimensions" all sounded like gibberish to someone who didn't specialize in magic.
Thankfully, Wong and Mordo handled it all expertly. Between the two of them, the sanctums were reconstructed smoothly.
And fortunately, throughout the months of restoration, no major threats occurred.
That's not to say things were quiet.
The magical community had certainly felt the shift in power. Many mages—some part of other magical traditions—came to Kamar-Taj to confirm the Ancient One's passing.
Most of them were white magic –practitioners, and although their systems differed from the Kamar-Taj style, they came with no malicious intent.
As the new Sorcerer Supreme, Felix met with each of them, calmly explaining the situation.
Once reassured, these visiting mages left peacefully—acknowledging the new order and leaving Kamar-Taj in peace.
Not all black magic practitioners are inherently evil. However, due to the very nature of black magic—which often involves manipulating negative energies—it tends to affect the user's mental state over time. As a result, most who delve deeply into black magic become isolated, eccentric, and unstable. It's not uncommon for such individuals to lash out without provocation, even attacking or killing ordinary people with dark spells.
During his time guarding Kamar-Taj, Felix had one such encounter—with a black magic user who wasn't just strange, but downright dangerous.
It happened less than a month after Felix had arrived at Kamar-Taj. Up until that point, he had only met polite visitors—mages and sorcerers coming to pay their respects after the death of the Ancient One. But then, one morning, an unexpected and ominous guest arrived.
The man was dressed in a pitch-black robe with a hood that completely concealed his face. The outfit resembled the Ancient One's traditional garb, but darker and bulkier, exuding an oppressive aura.
In his hand, he held a gnarled staff nearly as tall as himself. Though it was twisted and old-looking, it radiated a strange sense of harmony—almost as if it were alive. At the top of the staff was a white jade skull, about the size of a fist, carved with eerie precision. From the skull's hollow eye sockets and mouth flickered faint blue flames—ghostly fire that shimmered and pulsed with every step the man took, leaving behind trailing blue phantoms like echoes of the dead.
And then—without warning or invitation—he smashed his way into Kamar-Taj.
Despite appearing like an ordinary wooden structure, the entrance to Kamar-Taj was heavily protected by powerful magical seals placed by the Ancient One herself. To the untrained eye, the door would seem invisible, as though camouflaged by illusion magic. Even someone passing directly by wouldn't notice it unless guided by a Kamar-Taj sorcerer.
This was why, in the original timeline, Doctor Strange wandered through Kathmandu for days before finding the place—only after being led there by Mordo.
Moreover, the door wasn't just hidden. Its enchantments made it nearly indestructible—strong enough to withstand magical attacks or even modern explosives.
And yet, this mysterious figure shattered it as if it were no more than rotten wood.
"Who is the so-called Sorcerer Supreme?" the intruder shouted as he stepped over the broken remains of the door. "Come out and face me!"
His voice echoed unnaturally across the temple grounds—sharp, distorted, and impossible to tell if it belonged to a man or woman. It chilled the air with its piercing, unnatural cadence.
Inside the temple, Felix heard the voice clearly.
Wong and Mordo were both away at the time, busy overseeing the reconstruction of the three sanctums. That left only Felix to respond.
"So, we've finally attracted the attention of a true troublemaker," he thought with a calm, focused expression.
Without hesitation, he exited his chambers and made his way toward the source of the disturbance. His eyes narrowed slightly—whoever dared to kick down the doors of Kamar-Taj was either incredibly powerful or incredibly foolish.
As he arrived at the main training grounds, his gaze fell upon the cloaked figure.
Felix immediately felt something was wrong. The man's presence was suffocating, saturated with a malevolent aura. His spiritual sense confirmed it—the figure radiated waves of black magic so thick and twisted they almost felt tangible. It was cold, chaotic, and inherently evil.
"Who are you?" Felix asked firmly, stepping onto the training ground. "And why have you broken into Kamar-Taj?"
His voice rang out calmly, yet with unmistakable authority.
The man in the black robe didn't answer immediately. Instead, he simply stood there, the blue flames in the skull atop his staff flickering wildly, as if responding to Felix's presence.
The confrontation had begun.
"This guy really isn't anything good," Felix muttered to himself, immediately judging the cloaked stranger's character. Still, he asked aloud to confirm what he already felt.
"Hahaha! So, the new Sorcerer Supreme is just a brat with barely a mustache!" the intruder mocked as soon as he saw Felix's face. "Was Gu Yi out of her mind, handing over her legacy to a child like you? I'd be surprised if you've even studied magic for more than three years!"
He chuckled darkly, his voice soaked in malice.
"But now that she's dead, be a good boy and hand over the title of Sorcerer Supreme. I might let you die a painless death. Refuse, and I'll kill you anyway—then rip your soul out and bind it to serve me for eternity!"
Felix raised an eyebrow, amused. "The title of Sorcerer Supreme isn't some physical object you can hand over. How do you suppose I give it to you?"
"You really are a rookie," the man sneered. "Let me educate you! Hundreds of years ago, Gu Yi won the title by defeating all challengers in a legendary magical war."
He pointed his staff at Felix with a smug grin.
"Now that she's gone, the title should go to the strongest mage. And you? You're a lucky beginner who just happened to inherit it without earning it. So now, I'll kill you—and I will become the new Sorcerer Supreme!"
The man kept rambling on, his voice like a tired villain giving a monologue before the real fight began.
"So kind of you," Felix interrupted sarcastically, "giving me a 'chance' to strike first. Is that supposed to make you look noble before you kill me?"
He smirked. "Too bad you won't get the chance."
Before the man could respond, two sharp beams of scarlet light burst from Felix's eyes.
The attack was swift—far faster than the man anticipated.
He barely reacted in time. A swirl of black mist burst from under his robe, attempting to shield him from the blast. It slowed the beams momentarily—but not enough.
In the next instant, the red lasers struck his chest, searing through him like hot knives through butter.
"Wha...what is that magic?" he gasped, looking down in disbelief at the gaping, smoldering hole in his chest. Blue flames flickered around the damage as he staggered.
"That?" Felix replied casually. "I call it Heat Vision. It's not magic—you probably wouldn't understand even if I explained it."
His eyes slowly faded from glowing red to their natural color as he stepped closer.
"Oh, and you were right—I've only been learning magic for about –two years. But I never said that magic was all I use."
He looked down at the collapsing enemy.
"It's funny—aren't black mages supposed to be more ruthless than anyone? Why are you hesitating, while I kill without flinching? Maybe you should go back to hell and practice black magic for a few more centuries."
The man stumbled, speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't get the words out.
"You... you're not playing by the rules..." he finally managed, coughing blood.
He collapsed to the ground, lifeless—without even stating his name.
Felix gave a small, indifferent shrug. "Villains never last long when they monologue too much."
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