All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

Lin Bei looked at the document in his hand. Just as he had imagined, Hydra, under his wise leadership, had deep roots on Earth. Thanks to the excellent intelligence capabilities of its subordinate agency, H.I.E.L.D., they were able to contact any superhero who appeared immediately.

They would either gently persuade them to join Hydra, or they would swarm them, beat them down, and then gently persuade them to hand out an invitation. Because of their sincerity, their pleasant invitations never failed.

Supervillains are out of the question. Hydra, as a righteous organization protecting Earth, is not a place to hide evil and will not allow evil villains to join.

Once discovered, the process is to call for help, grab weapons, and kill—a three-step procedure that leaves no survivors.

This is justice; we will never tolerate any evil!

"Sigh, it's so boring that we can't even find a decent superhero."

Lin Bei threw the documents on the table. They were all his own people, what could he do?

There is Iron Man in the Avengers that can be used for some fun, but once you've had your fill of fun, all the previous planning will be for nothing.

Perhaps he could storm in and destroy Tony's Iron Man suit one by one, or perhaps he could lead a group of people to the door and destroy Tony together... Captain Hydra leads the way.

But then?

Take Tony back to Hydra headquarters, reunite him with his family, and tell him that Hydra blood has always flowed in his veins. He also resolutely followed his heart amidst the Avengers' encirclement and swore to shed his blood for Hydra.

It's pointless. What would happen to Nick Fury if we actually did that?

One person goes undercover to fight against the whole world; it's heartbreaking to think about.

Lin Bei couldn't bear it and didn't want to be greedy for momentary pleasure and do something irresponsible, leaving Nick Fury to fight alone. So he had no choice but to let Tony go for the time being and keep the two of them company.

"Natasha, tell Steve to speed things up. The Avengers are all on our side, so there's no need to be timid or worry about giving ourselves away. I'm still waiting for them to storm Hydra headquarters!"

Lin Bei stroked his chin and sneered, "Steve is definitely just going through the motions, trying to slack off on both sides and play the good guy. Pass on the message to him, and if he keeps dragging his feet, I'll make Carter fall in love with Bucky and make him get cheated on twice in one go."

Natasha rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "Boss, if the Avengers storm Hydra headquarters, where should they set up headquarters?"

"Mars!"

Lin Bei considered that the Hydra headquarters on Earth was not suitable, Wakanda had abundant resources, and there was no need to expose it for a bit of fun. The Hydra base in Watt Alheim was also not an option, as Hydra's truly important research was all there, and it would be a pity to damage it.

That leaves only the Mars base, the Chitauri-held armory used to produce Hydra weapons and spaceships.

The site is large enough to withstand any disruption, and the garrison consists entirely of bio-weapons produced by the Chitauri civilization, making it the perfect location for the headquarters of the evil Hydra.

"Okay, BOSS!"

Natasha nodded and left, her hips swaying seductively as she walked out of the room, looking completely bewildered.

What happened? They got out of there so easily. What happened to the scolding I was promised?

"Boss, the files were forgotten..."

Natasha pushed open the door to go back inside, but the room was empty; Lin Bei had vanished without a trace.

The Avengers are still doing some kind of team training, led by Steve, and seem to be trying to put up a fight.

Because of his evasive words and various excuses to delay, unwilling to push Tony and Nick Fury into the trap, he was dragged into the list of suspected undercover agents by the two.

Nick Fury secretly assigned an agent to closely monitor him, specifically choosing someone close to Steve to prevent him from noticing anything amiss.

Sharon Carter, Agent 13. Carter's niece, highly trustworthy.

The plot suddenly becomes interesting; Steve, unwilling to betray others, ends up betraying himself.

After being informed by a Sorcerer Supreme who wished to remain anonymous, Carter learned of the matter and immediately overturned a table full of jealousy jars. Following advice from another Sorcerer Supreme who also wished to remain anonymous, he has been getting very close to Bucky these past few days.

Steve: "..."

Bucky: "..."

Because there was something entertaining to watch, Lin Bei stopped urging the Avengers, but he couldn't delay Strange any longer. He himself felt it was a bit unreasonable to keep Casillas hanging.

In just 0.5 seconds, Lin Bei came up with a deeply moving script. He was not only the lead actor, but also the director, screenwriter, producer, cinematographer, and lighting technician.

As for Strange, he wasn't even given a chance to see the script. Anyway, the ending was great; he got a promotion and a raise, and took over the mantle of the Sorcerer Supreme.

With Strange's shrewd mind, Lin Bei judged that if the play wasn't performed well, it would be obvious. It wasn't that his acting skills were bad, but he was afraid that the other actors would let him down.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. Strange has a good temper, so it didn't matter that he saw through the truth.

I've watched the ending fourteen million times and never cursed Star-Lord. He has a really good temper!

"Sorcerer Supreme, Strange and Kaecilius have arrived."

"Ah, let them wait, I'm going to sleep for five hours..."

Should I sleep for five hours first?

Wang didn't understand what was going on. He wondered if Strange and Kaecilius had offended the Sorcerer Supreme, otherwise why would the Sorcerer Supreme call the two of them over to sleep in front of them instead of sleeping early or late?

This is the prelude to making things difficult for them!

But what does this have to do with me?

I recalled the repeated admonitions of the previous Supreme Master's assistant, the High Priest Midar.

Wang could only keep his eyes down, remain expressionless, and walk out of the pavilion. He said to Strange and Casilla, who were standing obediently, "The Sorcerer Supreme wants you to wait here. He needs to rest for five hours."

Without Wang relaying the message, the two had already heard it. It was just a pavilion, only a few steps away; how could they not hear it?

Strange was puzzled, wondering what had gotten into the Sorcerer Supreme. If he was just looking to amuse himself, could he have chosen a different time?

He recently borrowed some rare books from the second floor of the library and became completely engrossed in reading them, to the point that he felt uncomfortable all over when his book addiction kicked in.

Casillas's thoughts were much simpler: envy, jealousy, hatred, and sour grapes.

The Sorcerer Supreme has such a big ego; he even needs an assistant to relay messages for a short distance. I imagine that if he were the Sorcerer Supreme one day, he would be even more arrogant.

An hour has passed!

Wang remained expressionless, Strange was restless and on pins and needles, while Casillas remained motionless and steady as an old dog.

Lin Bei took in the expressions of the three men, stretched, and stood up: "Casillas, there's nothing for you here, you can leave now!"

Casillas's eye twitched, he bowed and retreated, vowing that he would be even more arrogant after becoming the Sorcerer Supreme.

It wasn't wishful thinking; Dormammu had told him to wait a moment after offering incense to the Lord of the Apocalypse Dimension some time ago, as the scheme against the Sorcerer Supreme had already been laid out and would be implemented soon.

The big boss promised that after defeating the Sorcerer Supreme, he, Kaecilius, would be in charge of Kamar-Taj.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Casillas decided to offer incense to the big boss again and inquire about the details of the plan's progress. If they needed a guide, he would not hesitate to help.

"Supreme Master, do you have any teachings for me?"

Strange asked politely, wanting only to finish quickly and get back to his book.

Are you in a hurry?

"No, it's just that there's a rare book that has a time limit for borrowing, so..."

"Strange, your thirst for knowledge is commendable, but remember not to put the cart before the horse. No mage is made by simply reading books." Lin Bei said earnestly, "Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. You can't become a great mage by just reading books, understand?"

Strange: “…”

Last time you told me that knowledge is power, that reading ten thousand books makes one's writing flow like a god's, and that when there are no more exercises to do, one will be a qualified monk!

"I'm asking you a question, understand?"

"Understood, His Holiness is right."

Strange didn't want to cause trouble, so he chose to forget what Lin Bei had said before.

Wang told him a lot of inside information, such as the breathtaking actions often taken by the two generations of Supreme Masters, and that one should never refute or expose them.

Because you present the facts and reason with His Holiness the Dalai Lama, he will let you experience firsthand what 'reason' truly means!

These were all words of wisdom from Master Ding Yi, which Wang always took to heart. After becoming familiar with Strange, he revealed to him the survival strategies of Kamar-Taj.

"There's no rush to read books. I heard you've recently become obsessed with magical items and have lost your former enthusiasm for practicing spells and magic. Is that true?"

"I wouldn't say I'm addicted. I just feel that battles between mages are extremely dangerous. Even powerful mages wouldn't dare to say they have a sure win when faced with the endless stream of strange magic."

Strange spoke eloquently: "As a beginner, I should make the most of any items that can increase my strength."

A battle between mages, stripped of its fancy special effects, is roughly equivalent to a no-rules fighting match.

At this point, the key to victory or defeat lies in physical strength and the items one carries.

Especially the props; even if a child can't fire a gun, a world champion would have to walk away from him.

Strange put his knowledge into practice, using the gadgets to defeat many of his predecessors who had studied in Kamar-Taj for years, which greatly boosted his confidence and made him more determined to follow his path.

Lin Bei nodded: "Here are a few things for you. They are relics of the Ancient One. As his disciple, you should inherit these items."

The master leads you through the door, but the cultivation is up to you. Everyone has their own path. Lin Bei won't interfere with Strange's choice, after all...

That's something Gu Yi should worry about.

In fact, Lin Bei thought there was nothing wrong with Strange's choice.

Magic in the Marvel universe is mainly divided into white magic and black magic, created by countless sorcerers or demons. After being registered as trademarks, it is spread throughout the world, and later users can borrow it to perform magic by paying a certain copyright fee.

In other words, casting magic requires a price. Without paying a price, even if you see it with your eyes and learn it with your brain, you still can't cast it with your hands and feet.

When magic manifests in reality, it takes the form of superpowers, such as illusions, flight, defense, teleportation, and so on, which are quite different from the magic that ordinary people imagine.

Whether used directly for attack or defense, or as auras or curses, casting magic always comes at a price. For newcomers, it's no longer magic, but rather paying for power.

Strange's use of magical items shows that he has seen through the nature of magic and has a strong will to survive, which is a good thing.

"Supreme Master, could you tell me what this is?"

Strange raised an eyebrow; if it wasn't something that interested him, he'd rather go back to reading.

"The item is on the third floor of the library. It used to be the Ancient One's territory, but now it's mine. Look through the storage room. If any spellbooks or items respond to you, that's it."

Strange: “…”

As a seasoned Kamar-Taj sorcerer, he didn't hear a single word he shouldn't have, only knowing that the third level contained the spellbooks and items left behind by the Ancient One.

Strange hurriedly left, having gained access to the private domain of the Sorcerer Supreme.

Pushing open the door, a huge half-length portrait of Lin Bei hangs on the opposite wall.

It was clearly a sketch, but Strange saw artistic techniques such as polishing, skin smoothing, face slimming, and eye punching on it. He was shocked and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Calm down, the King said that all Sorcerers Supreme are like this..."

Strange took two deep breaths and began searching the room for the so-called storage room. A moment later, he found the second portrait, of the Ancient One, an old man with a white beard.

While both portraits have undergone artistic processing, this one has been altered by someone who added wrinkles, smoking feces, turtles, and other indescribable secondary processing with markers.