American comic book: I, with my abundant martial virtue, love to do good to others.

Chapter 169 Casillas's Dilemma

Jessica had a blast playing with her new toy.

She even developed a rather unique way to play.

To be honest, nanoparticles are really useful; they can be transformed into all sorts of clothes.

After a whole day of playing, Jessica finally got tired.

"Never take this watch off, not even when you're taking a shower."

Lynn was a little worried and gave him serious instructions.

"If you feel the shape isn't quite right, you can also customize it yourself. It can transform into all sorts of items, such as a gemstone bracelet or a bangles—..."

"So no matter what occasion you attend, you don't need to worry about this being too conspicuous."

Jessica gave Lynn a passionate kiss.

"You've been so good to me, I really don't know how to repay you."

Lynn had already planned to leave, but after being kissed by Jessica, he couldn't help but look Jessica up and down.

"Don't you really know how to repay me?"

Jessica covered her mouth and chuckled upon seeing this.

But his hands didn't stop; he pushed Lynn away from there.

"Alright, alright, if you don't leave now, your little girlfriends are going to give me trouble."

"If you still want to see me, then come tomorrow."

"It's all your fault. I haven't finished my work for today. I'm afraid I'll have to work overtime tonight."

Lynn coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed.

He came to deliver a gift to Jessica, but unexpectedly ended up interfering with her work.

"If you don't mind, I can help you process these documents."

"What kind of look is that?"

Lynn was somewhat unconvinced.

"Do you think I can't handle these documents?"

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Jessica looked at Lynn with a mischievous gaze.

"Let's give it a try, who's afraid of who?"

Three hours later, the protagonist left Jessica's office feeling dizzy and disoriented.

It's not that he can't handle these files.

The protagonist's current level of life has long surpassed that of ordinary humans.

With his brainpower, even if the number of these files increased 100 times, he could easily process them all at once!

But if I'm not interested, I'm not interested.

Something that could be explained in a single sentence is instead crammed with a bunch of technical terms, resulting in a lengthy, multi-page document.

The protagonist was really furious.

Since the protagonist had already made such a bold promise, he couldn't just give up halfway. So, he reluctantly forced Jessica to finish processing all the documents in his hands.

Ultimately, these documents aren't really that important; any other subordinate could have handled them quite well.

Jessica is currently on the rise, and she doesn't want to share her power with others.

That's why he personally oversees every project.

"They say women are tigers, and the ancients were right!"

The protagonist made up his mind never to deal with similar situations again.

He's better suited to be a leader who spends his free time slacking off.

"When will you deliver what you promised me?"

Casillas looked at the slender woman in front of him and said coldly.

"Don't worry, it will be delivered to you when you need it."

The woman's figure was hidden beneath a black robe, making it impossible to discern her shape and face.

When can your plan officially begin?

"I'm warning you, that lord is not someone to be easily fooled."

Upon hearing this, Casillas immediately became somewhat impatient.

"I know what to do without you telling me."

"I will make my move when the time is right."

"But if you can't pay the price, then don't even think about getting a share of the profits in this incident."

Casillas's voice was cold.

The woman let out a disdainful laugh.

"Don't forget who saved you from Dormammu."

"You should be grateful that you can still stand here and talk to me instead of becoming his puppet."

Casillas pursed his lips.

He waved his hand impatiently.

"I see."

Seeing this, the woman said no more, took a step back, and her figure slowly disappeared into the air.

Casillas rubbed his temples and exhaled a long, stale breath.

"My lord, I..."

Casilla glanced at his subordinates.

"I know what you're up to, but what we need is still in their hands."

"Now is not the time to turn against each other."

"Speak," Casillas said, leaning back on the sofa, trying to calm himself down.

Being a follower of a dimensional demon is not an easy task.

Especially a demon god that wants to devour all dimensions.

When Kaecilius chose to join Dormammu's side, he was already destined to be Dormammu's puppet.

It was because his mind was corrupted by dark forces that Kaecilius went mad and tried to bring Dormammu to Earth.

Casillas is talented and a normal person.

Therefore, he would naturally not make such a foolish decision as to destroy the Earth.

If the Earth is destroyed, where will he go to pursue endless knowledge, and how will he live a comfortable life?

Surely no one really thinks that coming to the Dark Dimension and becoming Dormammu's slave will bring them happiness and joy?

Those who would actually think this way are either brain-dead fools who have been misled, or idiots whose minds have been corrupted and whose souls have been twisted by dark forces.

Unfortunately, Casillas belonged to the latter group.

Moreover, these symptoms of a distorted soul are completely irreversible.

If Kaecilius had been able to abandon dark magic in time when the symptoms were mild and instead stick to his principles like the Ancient One, he might not have ended up in such a tragic situation. But how many people in the world have the same strength and willpower as the Ancient One?

Just because the Ancient One was able to get something from Dormammu doesn't mean that others can.

Unfortunately, Casillas overestimated himself.

Therefore, even the Ancient One could not save his twisted soul.

Given the numerous crimes he had committed, the Ancient One completely abandoned him.

Although many inhumane acts were committed after the minds of people were corrupted by dark forces.

But the first step that Kaecilius took toward the forces of darkness was one he took himself.

He has no choice but to bear the consequences of his actions.

If nothing unexpected happens, Kaecilius, whose mind has been corrupted by dark forces, will become Dormammu's slave.

His mind was completely consumed with how to bring Earth under the rule of the Dark Dimension.

Let Dormammu completely devour this universe, devour this dimension.

The consequences of doing so are self-evident. With so many hidden forces on Earth, it certainly won't be so easily devoured by Dormammu.

In the end, Casillas will also meet a tragic end, dying on the spot.

Or rather, dying directly is actually the easiest way to die.

Because he had a pact with Dormammu, it's highly likely that Dormammu will take Kaecilius away immediately after his death.

Their souls also sank into the dark dimension, never to be freed.

At that very moment, a mysterious man approached Casillas.

It's unclear what kind of treasure he used, but he managed to briefly correct Casillasna's distorted soul.

Casillas regained his sanity, but at what cost?

The price, naturally, is that they are controlled by that mysterious person and cannot resist.

Who made the treasure that kept one's sanity and prevented one's soul from being distorted a consumable?

With the crucial information in the hands of others, Casillas had no choice but to obey orders.

The subsequent attack on Kamar-Taj was also an effort by Kaecilius to save himself.

Considering that the Ancient One practiced dark magic while also using ordinary magical powers, this is reminiscent of the Ancient One.

Therefore, Kaecilius wanted to imitate the Ancient One and use these energies to maintain his sanity from being distorted.

Unfortunately, the harvest was very small.

Not everyone is the Ancient One, which explains why he couldn't become the Sorcerer Supreme.

What angered and despaired Kaecilius the most was that after the mysterious man controlled him, he still demanded that he activate the magic circle to welcome Dormammu!

Before that, Kaecilius must first destroy the protective magic on Earth.

Casillas didn't understand why they were doing this, but he could only obey their orders.

However, the mysterious man also assured him that Dormammu would definitely not succeed and would be driven back.

Whether Casillas can protect himself during this process depends on his own abilities.

Casillas wasn't stupid; he certainly wouldn't work for someone else for free.

Moreover, he had no idea what the mysterious person's purpose was.

But no matter what, the things that sustain one's soul are still in the hands of others.

Even if they only offered Casillas this one thing, Casillas would still be completely unable to refuse their request.

Because if Casillas refused, he would surely die.

Regardless of whether Am succeeds in devouring the Earth, Kaecilius will die, and his soul will be taken away by Dormammu.

But if we can seize the initiative now, then when Dormammu discovers that Earth is a tough nut to crack and leaves...

Even after Dormammu is dealt with, he will be able to regain control of his soul!

Although this hope was extremely slim, Casillas simply could not give up on this only hope of survival.

During the negotiation, Casillas made some additional demands.

If you want him to destroy Earth's protective magic circle and bring Dormammu over, that's no problem at all.

However, considering that Earth's current protective forces are extremely strong, and that Strange guy has a helper of the protagonist's caliber.

Therefore, Casillas asked the mysterious man to provide him with even greater power.

As for whether the other party could give him the power he wanted, Casillas didn't care at all.

Or rather, maintaining the current state and doing nothing is the most beneficial thing for Casilla.

The longer it drags on, the more likely he is to find a way to prevent his soul from being corrupted.

They no longer even rely on the consumables provided by that person.

Then he will be able to truly control his own soul.

So, despite the long delay, Casillas has yet to take any concrete action.

The other side demanded that Casillas act as soon as possible.

Casillas was also very decisive.

Anyway, I can't beat him. If you can't find me any help to hold off that freak, then don't expect me to make a move, because that would be suicide.

Casillas is now going straight for the basket.

You said you would cut off my supplies and make me a slave controlled by Dormammu once again?

"It doesn't matter," Casillas said, indicating that he didn't care at all.

He would die whether he did it or not, and after death his soul would fall into Dormammu's hands, where he would be tormented endlessly.

Since the outcome is the same anyway, what difference does it make if we die in a different way?

Since you've cut off my supplies, I naturally won't cooperate with you anymore.

At that time, their plan to plant their own backup plan in the magic circle will also fall through.

Therefore, Casillas was not afraid that the other party would reject him at all.

Whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, the mysterious man couldn't find any help to hold off the protagonist for the time being.

Therefore, the cooperative relationship between the two parties has remained in this state until now.

"Don't worry, we don't need to rush. They're the ones who should be anxious."

Casillas muttered to himself.

"Since I led you onto this path, it is only right that I lead you away from it."

"Don't worry."

A look of gratitude appeared on the subordinate's face; he was practically ready to pledge his loyalty to Casillas on the spot.

Cassias was certainly not a good person, much less a good leader who cared about his subordinates.

He did this purely for his own future.

Even if he escaped Dormammu's control, so what?

We can't live like rats, constantly hiding and running around in this world, can we?

Casillas would inevitably need his own subordinates and his own power base.

They even need to have their own source of income.

Otherwise, where would the magical materials needed for practicing magic come from?

Where does the money come from to maintain a high-quality, high-standard lifestyle?

I lived a hard life before becoming a magician, and I'm still living a hard life after becoming a magician. So what's the point of being a magician?

Moreover, he has already embraced darkness in pursuit of greater power. If he can't enjoy life a little more, what's the point?

Therefore, these subordinates were completely and utterly tools to Casillas.

Saying a few nice words doesn't require any extra effort, so naturally, you should say whatever sounds good.

Of course, just making empty promises won't get these people to work with you.

So after regaining his senses, Casillas immediately selected some disciples from among his former followers whose minds had not been so severely corrupted.

He shared some of the medicine that kept his soul from being corrupted with them.

It's called a medicine, but it's actually more like a kind of energy source.

As long as you stay near the energy source, you can keep your soul in a normal state.

However, that energy source doesn't last long and needs to be replaced every so often.

Moreover, the number of people that the energy source can influence is very limited.

Therefore, Casillas showed no mercy and directly abandoned his disciples whose minds were most severely corrupted.

He even personally took action to resolve their issues.

Casillas didn't have many followers to begin with.

Constantly on the run from the Ancient One, Kaecilius had no time to develop his own power.

After eliminating a group of them, he had even fewer men left.

In order to have money to buy the materials needed for their cultivation and to maintain their quality of life, some of Casillas's disciples even had to resort to swindling and cheating.

For some wealthy individuals who are not well-informed about the true nature of the world, Casilla is simply a small amount of magic and materials they can casually toss aside.

That was enough to make them ecstatic.

As for the consequences of these spells, and where their souls went afterward—

What does this have to do with Casillas?

Just as Casillas was pondering how to maintain the stability of his soul, the black-robed woman who had just left returned.

"What you want."

The woman in black robes tossed out a golden bead.

Just standing next to that golden bead makes one feel refreshed.

The previously groggy mind cleared up along with the arrival of the golden beads.

"Also, I've found the helper you needed."

The black-robed woman said slowly.

"So when are you going to make your move?"

"You've found help?"

Casillas held the bead in his hand, slowly absorbing the energy within it.

"How capable are the helpers?"

"At the very least, you have to pass my assessment."

"If none of them are my match, then there's no need for this helper to exist."

"Don't worry, this helper's abilities will definitely not disappoint you."

The mysterious woman said softly.

On the other side, Lynn and Stark were both decisive people, and once they made up their minds, they immediately began to act.

And so, a superhero company was quietly established.

And the first artist signed by this superhero company was Scott.

Or perhaps it should be called a contracted superhero.

Lynn knew, of course, that without Ant-Man, Fawcett was nothing but an ordinary person with a little talent.

However, to Dr. Pym, Scott was not exactly an ordinary person.

Becoming Ant-Man may seem like a low-level achievement, but it's not something the average person can handle.

The most important thing for Ant-Man is to solve the problem of communicating with ants.

Ant-Man, if there were no ants, would it still be called Ant-Man?

Although Ant-Man is incredibly powerful on his own, he only truly experiences his abilities when he works in cooperation with ants.

Communicating with ants really does require a certain talent.

Just like some people are naturally drawn to animals, if Ant-Man didn't possess some special talent, he really wouldn't be able to communicate well with ants.

While the ant colony as a whole possesses considerable intelligence, the individual ant possesses virtually no intelligence whatsoever.