Kamar-Taj!
Kaecilius, the head disciple, sat before Ancient One and respectfully said, "Teacher, you've returned."
"Mm."
Ancient One nodded, putting tea leaves into a teacup to brew tea. Although she had just returned from outside, there was not a speck of dust on her, and she was as elegant as ever.
The matter of Ancient One allowing Andrew to enter Earth was publicized by a certain Demon Lord. The Demon Lords and Outer Gods, guided by that Demon Lord, believed that Ancient One had a problem. Thus, they became restless and constantly made small moves, such as having their believers summon their projections.
Ancient One naturally wouldn't indulge those Demon Lords and severed all their tentacles. When the Demon Lords saw that Ancient One was still the same Ancient One, without the slightest change, they immediately chose to retreat, and incidentally beat up the projection of that certain Demon Lord.
"Teacher."
Kaecilius went straight to the point and said, "I have been observing that Demon Lord during this period. He indeed has a bottom line, and to protect his contractors, he is even willing to give up opportunities to gain more souls.
The problem is, I don't know if he's acting. If he is, once he becomes stronger, he will definitely backlash against us, backlash against Earth.
Even if he isn't, people change, Teacher. I think it's too dangerous to let that Demon Lord onto Earth. Hell Demon King are not trustworthy."
"He's not acting, but people do change."
Ancient One looked deeply at Kaecilius and said, "The problem is, we have to do this."
Kaecilius was surprised: "Have to do this? Teacher, is there something wrong with Earth?"
Ancient One didn't answer. She said, "Kaecilius, adhering to principles is correct, but sometimes, for the greater good, we must learn to adapt."
"Adapt? Teacher, I understand."
Kaecilius's eyes flashed. He stood up and took his leave. Ancient One watched his retreating figure and gently put down the teacup in her hand. The future was changing.
Inside the room, Kaecilius carefully pondered Ancient One's words: "Adaptation, huh? If I make a deal with that Demon Lord to gain immortality, will Teacher blame me?"
Immortality was something Kaecilius had always pursued. Besides that, he also wanted to resurrect his wife and children and be with Them forever.
Just then, a voice resounded in Kaecilius's mind: "Kaecilius, do you want to know the secret of Ancient One's immortality?"
Kaecilius suddenly turned his head and found an ancient book he had collected recently emitting dark aura. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be the aura of the Dark Lord Dormammu.
Kaecilius wasted no words and immediately constructed a golden magic circle to completely seal the ancient book. The consciousness of Dormammu inside the ancient book looked bewildered. How could this be? Based on his observation of Kaecilius, he should be very concerned about this matter.
Dormammu had gone to great lengths to deliver this ancient book to Kaecilius, even sacrificing a projection to be blown up by Ancient One. And the result was just this?
Dormammu's consciousness was a little frantic. Kaecilius naturally didn't know so much; his mind was currently filled with thoughts of immortality.
Kaecilius let out a breath and made a decision: "I'll observe for a while longer. If that Demon Lord truly keeps his word, what's wrong with making a deal with him?"
...
The next day, TV stations, newspapers, and the internet were all talking about Magneto's rampage in Manhattan last night. The public became increasingly repulsed by Mutant, and some even called for the president to imprison all Mutant.
Senator Kelly seized the opportunity to propose the Mutant Registration Act, gaining widespread public support. The living environment for Mutant became increasingly dire.
Speaking of which, this was good news for Andrew, as it would lead more Mutant to choose to revert to ordinary people.
The business in Times Square would continue for a long time.
Unlike other newspapers, The Daily Bugle did not blame Mutant. Its content was mainly divided into three parts: Black Spider, mocking Iron Man, and praising the great Ghost Rider.
"That damn The Daily Bugle! Not only did they choose my most embarrassing photo, but they also used me as a stepping stone to praise Ghost Rider. Is Ghost Rider your biological father? Also, he didn't even show up this time, okay? The one who dealt with Magneto was a kung fu kid who was not scientific at all."
Tony was so angry he wanted to acquire The Daily Bugle, but Andrew directly refused. He had put so much effort into making The Daily Bugle the conscience of Manhattan; how could he sell it?
In addition, Peter was almost fired for abandoning Roshan, but in the end, Jameson, seeing the exclusive Spider-Man photos, reluctantly kept Peter on as a temporary worker.
Leaving aside the angry Tony and the pitiful Peter for now, Professor Charles looked at the newspaper in his hand and couldn't help but sigh. He had guessed last night that many people would attack Mutant today, but he hadn't expected things to be this bad.
After a moment of hesitation, Professor Charles called Nick Fury. He said, "I agree to preliminary cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D., but regarding Logan, you'll have to talk to him yourself; I won't interfere."
"Okay, don't worry, I will prevent the Mutant Registration Act from passing."
Nick Fury said with a smile. In fact, the reason many newspapers blamed Mutant was because S.H.I.E.L.D. was secretly manipulating Them.
Nick Fury didn't want to exterminate Mutant; he just wanted to control Them so that the world would be safer.
"Convincing Logan shouldn't be difficult. Plus Tony, Barton, Natasha, and the Avengers team will have four members."
Nick Fury was a little excited. With the Avengers team, S.H.I.E.L.D. would be able to handle future disasters themselves, without having to beg that Ghost Rider anymore.
Nick Fury grew increasingly wary of that Ghost Rider. The reason was simple: the opponent was truly too strong. The thought of being unable to deal with the opponent kept Nick Fury sleepless.
...
At a training ground in New York, Andrew swung a wooden stick rapidly at Gwen. Gwen constantly retreated and dodged, appearing somewhat flustered, but at critical moments, she always managed to narrowly avoid the stick, which was quite miraculous.
"Calm down. The most important thing in combat is calmness, and also, trust your instincts. Your talent is very good."
Andrew shouted. Gwen tried to calm down, but it caused her rhythm to be greatly disrupted, and Andrew struck her on the shoulder with a stick.
Gwen let out a muffled groan of pain. Andrew didn't go to comfort her but asked coldly, "Do you want to continue?"
"Continue."
Gwen gritted her teeth and said stubbornly. Last night, she rescued people in Manhattan and deeply felt her own shortcomings, so she asked Andrew to teach her how to fight.
Gwen didn't want to be a Super Hero; she just wanted to save more people.
"Then continue."
Andrew didn't expose Gwen's identity and taught her combat through practical experience. Only if she persevered would she be qualified to be a Super Hero.
Gwen, with her outwardly gentle but inwardly strong personality, not only persevered but also gradually learned to remain calm in combat.
Spider-Man possesses a miraculous spider-sense. Once Gwen calmed down, Andrew's stick could no longer hit her—a mortal-level strength. He nodded and stopped his attack.
"Take a break. We'll start the next phase of training in a bit."
Andrew said. Gwen let out a breath and said very seriously, "Andrew, thank you."
Andrew smiled and said, "I hit you, and you still thank me, my Miss Gwen. Do you have some special hobby? If so, I can reluctantly try it with you."