Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

"Learn magic?"

Matthew was genuinely surprised; he had imagined what it would be like to meet the Ancient One before.

Since Matthew awakened his past life memories and obtained the sign-in system...

He realized that he must have broken the timeline.

If he were just an ordinary person, his weight in the timeline of this world would be very light, because his influence would be too low.

But he had a cheat code: his strength grew stronger and stronger, and he developed ambitions and set plans for the future.

Then he will inevitably change the fate of countless people.

This weighting will definitely have a direct impact on the timeline.

According to the Ancient One's responsibility to protect, she also bears the responsibility of protecting the timeline, yet she has been dragging her feet for so long without coming to find me.

Clearly, something has changed here, which is why Gu Yi did not choose to erase him or make any corrections.

Matthew already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

He just didn't expect that when the Ancient One came to find him, she was not only kind, but also planned to let him learn magic.

"Knowledge will never betray you; knowledge will allow you to understand a wider world and universe."

The Ancient One did not explain Matthew's surprise, but only said something with a deeper meaning.

"And the price?"

Matthew is very pragmatic. He doesn't care what the Ancient One thinks. As long as she dares to bring it up, he dares to think about it. At the same time, he needs to understand what he needs to give up.

Gu Yi shook her head: "There is no price to pay."

You can think of this as an investment.

"good!"

Matthew agreed without the slightest hesitation. At the level of the Ancient One, it's impossible to say there was no scheming involved, but Matthew remained completely calm.

For him, getting the benefits first is the priority; he'll worry about the future later.

He wouldn't hesitate to repay the top-ranking woman in any way he could.

If there were any other malicious intent, Matthew himself wouldn't even know how much he had grown by then.

Anyway, I definitely won't lose out.

In addition, the Ancient One is considered a guardian faction, and has a relatively high level of credibility.

If it were Mephisto, Matthew would not believe a word of it.

"This is the address. You can go there anytime, and someone will take you to Kamar-Taj."

Gu Yi chuckled and took out a business card, handing it to Matthew.

Once Matthew took it, time seemed to pass faster again.

The figure of the Ancient One vanished like a bubble, and the roar of airplanes rang in Matthew's ears once more.

There was no pretense of profundity; the conversation was concise and to the point, with a clear purpose.

Matthew was fully aware of this.

The Ancient One is a wise woman; any strategy she devises can be targeted, as long as she wants.

When Matthew rose to prominence, she naturally paid attention to him. The Ancient One must have been well aware of the personality traits Matthew displayed along the way.

Therefore, she wouldn't treat Matthew the same way she treats her disciples.

Intelligent people naturally have their own way of communicating.

Matthew glanced at the address on the business card in his hand.

177A Blick Street, Greenwich Village, New York City.

"It really is true that what you wish for comes true."

Matthew's lips curled up in a smile.

He made contact with a bald woman on the rich list, which gave him a way to learn magic.

Moreover, the mages in Kamar-Taj are also a pretty good resource.

Anyone can learn magic. He plans to form a magic warband in the future, and he can hire these mages to be his teachers.

After all, he can't be expected to teach them himself, can he?

Once the Red Room is settled, he can head to Kamar-Taj.

.............

St. Petersburg.

St. Petersburg is Russia's second-largest city, located on the eastern shore of the Gulf of Finland in the Baltic Sea in northwestern Russia, at the mouth of the Neva River. It is known as the Northern Capital and the Cultural Capital.

This metropolis, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is now rife with undercurrents of unrest.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, leaving a thick layer of snow on the streets. People wore heavy down jackets to work and to go shopping.

But it was inside an ordinary residential apartment building.

A beautiful woman with a burgundy ponytail, wearing a black sweater and trousers, sat in the living room. On the coffee table in front of her were a laptop and a metal box.

The woman's delicate face was expressionless, and her emerald green pupils reflected a 3D floor plan of a building.

She is planning her infiltration route.

Yes, she is a spy.

Her name is Natasha Romanov, and she comes from the Red Room.

As a female spy who underwent brutal training from a young age, she experienced unimaginable suffering, but these years also gave her professional skills that ordinary people do not possess.

She came from the Red Room and was given the name Black Widow after graduation.

One in hundreds of people might not even appear.

This shows how outstanding she is.

This time, she was assigned to St. Petersburg to carry out an assassination and theft of classified documents. The target was a highly influential and wealthy man.

Natasha had long since grown weary of the countless assassination missions she had carried with her.

She tried to escape countless times, but Natasha knew it was impossible.

She knew all too well the sheer size of the Red Room spy organization; her defection would only lead to endless persecution until her death.

Natasha didn't want to die; she longed for freedom and the life she had once dreamed of.

But with the blood of countless people on her hands, Natasha was now deeply confused.

What can she do to escape this damned fate?

Natasha leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.

No one knew that beneath her glamorous exterior lay a wounded, grief-stricken, and confused soul.

She wanted redemption.

Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, and all was quiet.

After a long while, Natasha opened her eyes. She got up and opened the metal box, which contained all sorts of weapons. She casually picked up a short dagger and Walter PPK and stuffed them into her lower back.

He closed the metal box, went to the entrance, changed into a gray coat, put on a hood, and left the apartment wearing platform boots.

Once I went downstairs, the noise became very loud. There were many pedestrians and vehicles on both sides of the street.

The complex layout of the residential area made it ideal for a spy like her to hide and escape during missions.

With his head slightly bowed and hands in his pockets, he walked alone against the wind and snow.

Immerse yourself in this ordinary environment.

As she brushed past one pedestrian after another, seeing couples with children, and the smiles on the faces of the couples and their children, Natasha lowered her eyes, burying the turmoil deep within her heart.

As she walked through street after street, she came to a coffee shop called St. Enoch Corner. After her habitual quick glance around, she ordered a coffee and found a seat by the window.

I sipped my coffee while looking out the window.

Across the street was a large building, the company of her target.

She came here for coffee, only to observe the security shift changes to determine the timing and method of her infiltration.

Just as Natasha was observing silently, a clear bell rang from outside the door.

Natasha glanced at it instinctively, causing her pupils to shrink abruptly.

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