Wanda nodded quickly after hearing Ethan Blake's instructions. He had told her that there was no need to change her training plan for now, only that she should practice her telekinesis every day and constantly push herself to increase its intensity. As for the deeper development of her chaotic magical power, Ethan explained that he would eventually find a proper teacher for her. After thinking about it carefully, he was confident there was someone on Earth capable of guiding her.
Across the vast universe there were only a handful of beings who could truly teach Wanda how to control that kind of power. On Earth, however, there happened to be one person who could do it.
The Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.
When Ethan first realized he had transmigrated into the Marvel universe, the existence of the Ancient One had made him extremely uneasy. A magician who could observe the past and the future was not someone anyone wanted watching them too closely. The thought that such a being might already know everything about him had once made Ethan deeply cautious.
But after thinking about it for a while, that fear gradually faded. If the Ancient One truly intended to interfere with him, she would have appeared the moment he first arrived in this world. The fact that she had not done so meant one of two things—either she didn't care about him, or she had already decided he was not a threat.
Later, Ethan even tried to locate Kamar-Taj himself. He had spent several days wandering around Kathmandu asking questions and searching for clues, hoping to stumble upon the hidden sanctuary of sorcerers.
Unfortunately, he found absolutely nothing.
Without any leads, the legendary training ground might as well not exist. In the end, Ethan had no choice but to give up the search. Finding the Sorcerer Supreme turned out to be far more difficult than he had expected.
After all, if the Ancient One truly didn't want to be found, she could easily hide herself somewhere along the timeline using the Time Stone. If that were the case, Ethan could search the entire planet and still never find her.
"Mm. I'll train hard," Wanda said seriously as she nodded.
Compared with Pietro's brutal training routine, her own practice was almost relaxing. She only needed to practice her telekinesis and gradually improve her control, which was far less painful than what her brother was going through.
Standing nearby, Pietro looked completely devastated.
Hadn't Ethan said this was special training for both of them? Then why was Wanda's routine basically kindergarten-level while his felt like absolute hell?
This was completely unfair.
It was tyranny.
Pietro screamed internally, but he didn't dare say a single word out loud. He didn't even let the slightest complaint show on his face. Otherwise, he was certain that his allowance would disappear for the next year.
Ethan was so biased it was outrageous. At this moment Pietro truly regretted not being born a girl.
Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
Today happened to be a rest day, so Ethan took Wanda and Pietro out for a big meal to relax. Both of them had been enduring intense training these past two weeks, especially Pietro, who had practically been pushed to his limits.
Even so, the results were undeniable.
Pietro's progress was particularly dramatic.
Before the special training began, Pietro could complete something that would normally take an average person thirty minutes in just five seconds. That meant his thinking speed was already about three hundred and sixty times faster than that of a normal person.
After two weeks of Ethan's training, that number had increased to five hundred times.
His movement speed had improved just as dramatically. Pietro could now move roughly five hundred times faster than an ordinary person, reaching a terrifying velocity of nearly four thousand meters per second.
Seeing how effective the training had been, Ethan had already begun planning the next phase. Once Pietro fully adapted to the current set of five hundred practice papers, Ethan intended to dramatically increase both the number of questions and their difficulty.
At that moment, however, Pietro had no idea what Ethan was planning.
He was currently locked in a fierce battle with an enormous Alaskan king crab on his plate. If he knew Ethan was planning to make his training even worse, he probably wouldn't have the appetite to enjoy such expensive seafood.
The three of them ate until they were completely full.
The meal alone cost fifty thousand dollars.
Ethan didn't care in the slightest. As the second-largest shareholder of Stark Industries, spending that amount of money felt no different than tossing a few coins into a fountain.
When they stepped out of the hotel, a sudden series of explosions echoed through the city.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distance, about two or three kilometers away, flames shot high into the sky.
Ethan narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the burning glow.
What happened?
After thinking about it briefly, he decided to go check it out. Situations like this sometimes produced opportunities to collect summoning energy.
"Wanda, Pietro, head home first," Ethan said calmly. "I'll go see what's going on over there."
"Be careful, Ethan," Wanda replied softly.
Even though she knew he was extremely powerful, she still couldn't help feeling worried.
"Don't worry," Ethan said with a relaxed smile.
There were certainly beings on Earth stronger than him, but escaping was another matter entirely. If he really wanted to leave, there were probably very few people capable of stopping him.
Well… except maybe the Ancient One. Ethan wasn't completely sure about her.
Wanda and Pietro headed home while Ethan walked toward the direction of the explosions.
They were in Manhattan, the busiest district of New York City.
The place burning a few kilometers away was Broadway, one of the most famous and crowded areas in the entire city. At this hour the streets should have been packed with people enjoying the nightlife.
Was it a terrorist attack?
Or something worse?
Unlike Ethan, everyone else was running away from the area in blind panic. People flooded the streets as they fled, their screams and cries echoing between the buildings.
Some of them were shouting a single word over and over again.
"Monster!"
Ethan frowned slightly.
A sudden thought flashed through his mind and his pace instantly quickened.
Without warning, a car suddenly came flying toward him like a cannonball.
The vehicle was hurtling straight at him at incredible speed, but when it reached Ethan it suddenly split apart as if sliced by an invisible blade. The two halves flew past him on either side and crashed into the pavement behind him.
Ethan looked forward.
His pupils shrank slightly.
"Abomination?"
The creature towering in the street stood nearly five meters tall. Its skin was a sickly yellowish color, and every inch of its body bulged with grotesque muscles twisted around thick bones.
Along its spine, a row of razor-sharp bone spikes jutted outward like monstrous armor.
Two military pickup trucks rushed in from opposite directions, attempting to surround the monster. Soldiers leaned out from the vehicles and opened fire with automatic rifles.
The bullets rained down like a storm.
Yet when they struck the Abomination's body, they bounced off harmlessly like raindrops hitting stone.
Boom!
A rocket launcher fired from one of the trucks. The missile streaked forward and slammed directly into the monster's chest.
The Abomination simply grabbed the rocket with one hand.
The warhead exploded instantly, engulfing him in flames.
Several seconds later, the creature walked out of the fire without a single visible injury.
The Abomination rampaged through the street.
Almost every second, another person died.
Ethan glanced up toward the sky, scanning the area carefully. With his eyesight he should have been able to spot military helicopters from miles away.
There were none.
Which meant Banner hadn't arrived yet.
At the very least it would take a few more minutes before Bruce Banner could leap from a helicopter and transform into the Hulk.
In those few minutes, countless people could be killed by the Abomination.
The soldiers in the two pickup trucks ahead of him, for example, were almost certainly doomed.
Ethan didn't have much affection for the higher levels of the military. But perhaps because of his past experience in the army, he still felt a certain respect for soldiers like these—people willing to charge straight toward a monster despite knowing they had almost no chance of winning.
More importantly, the Abomination had already killed quite a few people.
For Ethan, that meant an enormous amount of summoning energy.
Perfect.
I can test the thing I summoned last time.
With that thought, Ethan no longer hesitated. His mind moved, and a double-edged dagger appeared in his hand.
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