American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

The king began to collect the remains left behind by the Ancient One in the human world.

He could understand the Ancient One's motive for suddenly abandoning his duties as the Sorcerer Supreme and running away.

After all, the Ancient One had devoted herself to protecting Earth for hundreds of years. Anyone would feel tired and weary, especially since she was a sorcerer whose power was based on imagination and creativity, and she was the most powerful sorcerer, the Sorcerer Supreme.

As the current successor of an ancient family that serves the Sorcerer Supreme, the King respects the Ancient One's choice and sincerely wishes her that she may enjoy a different kind of pleasure as the Sorcerer Supreme during her journey through the multiverse in spirit form.

Similarly, Wang could understand Peter's current resentment, because the Sorcerer Supreme's responsibilities outweighed his power.

The Ancient One's mountain of debts could very well lead the dimensional demons who discover the debtors have absconded to blame Peter, the newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme.

Although they are not afraid of the creditors' dimensional invasion, the dimensional demons can also come up with many other tricks besides dimensional invasion.

For example, every now and then a few demons or celestial beings are sent into Earth's dimension, or they establish cults and spread their beliefs on Earth.

Although it's risky, it's definitely enough to make people look bad.

The mages of Kamar-Taj can handle minor troubles, but those they can't solve will have to be dealt with by Peter.

Wang opened the portal, took out a coffin from behind it, placed the Ancient One's body inside, closed the coffin, put it back behind the portal, and shut it down.

Then, he patted Peter on the shoulder sympathetically.

Wang no longer addressed Peter with the respectful title "Supreme" as before, but spoke to him as a friend: "Want a drink?"

Peter said, "Come on, you pick the place."

The portal opened, and the two entered one after the other.

In a bar somewhere on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, Peter and Wang sat in a booth by the window, where they could see the outline of the Potala Palace in the distance through the night.

After ordering drinks from the waiter, Wang turned his attention to Peter.

Peter asked, puzzled, "Why are you looking at me?"

Wang replied matter-of-factly, "Pay up, of course. Do you expect a penniless wretch like me to pay?"

"Okay, okay, how much?"

The waiter stood to the side and politely said to Peter, "That'll be 3200 RMB in total. We'll round it down to the nearest hundredth."

Peter didn't bring any money. He reached into his pocket, and the nanoparticles transformed into a bank card from a Chinese bank account. The bank account linked to the card had money in it. Peter handed the card to the waiter.

Technology has changed life.

Peter has bank accounts all over the world, but this is the first time he's used them.

Shortly after, the waiter brought the drinks Wang had ordered and returned the bank card to Peter.

The bank card in his hand transformed back into nanoparticles, flowing into Peter's clothes and becoming part of them.

On the table were two bottles of whiskey, two packs of cigarettes, and a plate of barbecue.

There were two boxes of Snow Beer at Wang's feet. He pulled a bottle out of one of the boxes, bit off the cap with his teeth and spat it onto the ground. Then he stepped on the box with his left foot and started blowing into the bottle.

Peter picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, unscrewed the cap, and drank directly from the bottle without using a glass.

Peter remarked that although Wang appeared rough in appearance and behavior, he was actually a thoughtful person. Knowing that he couldn't get drunk from beer, he specially ordered two bottles of strong liquor for himself.

The spicy liquor melted in his throat, and Peter felt incredibly distressed.

The Ancient One has run away. Through subtle hints during his conversation with Thor, Peter deduces that the God-King, who has been in Odin's slumber for a long time, won't last much longer.

The current fighting force on Earth can be described as being in a state of transition, with even the strongest Avenger, Thor, not even reaching the threshold of the sub-Celestial level. Well, he's just a nobody.

Peter can now summon the power to defeat Thor simply by blinking and opening his mouth.

Although Tony's Extremis armor has been developed, even his most powerful armor takes him half a day to destroy a city.

The Vishanti's protection of Earth is limited to the mystical side. If Thanos suddenly invades, Peter wouldn't know how Earth could possibly win with its current fighting strength.

You can't rely on others; you can only focus on developing yourself.

Sigh, I'm so tired.

Peter ate a skewer of mutton and took one of the two cigarettes from the hand that Wang extended.

Yes, it's a soft-shell Blackberry. Good taste, my friend.

Peter used his mental energy to ignite the cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled the smoke.

Wang held out a bottle of beer to Peter, who picked up his whiskey.

The bottles touched, and Peter gulped down half of it.

Wang noticed Peter's discomfort and comforted him, "Peter, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Kamar-Taj still has the Vishanti above it. Being the Sorcerer Supreme is tiring, but there's no need to be so down."

Peter pulled a bottle of beer from the box at the king's feet, held the bottle by the neck, and flicked the cap off with his thumb: "The Vishanti are the most unreliable people. They can't be bothered with small things, and they have no say in big things. Sigh, with such an unreliable boss, Kamar-Taj is truly blessed."

After saying that, Peter finished the bottle of beer.

He drank most of a bottle of whiskey but still wasn't drunk. He wondered if mixing different kinds of whiskey would make him drunk.

Even for super soldiers, numbing their own nerves is quite a troublesome thing.

Peter dared to complain about his boss, but Wang didn't, so he changed the subject.

"How's it going with Gwen?"

Thinking of Gwen, a smile appeared on Peter's face, which had previously looked as if his mother had died: "It's good, they're together now."

Wang said mischievously, "So, did you get any kisses, hugs, or...?"

"Or what?" Peter glared at the king.

Wang said, "Or perhaps I could find another girlfriend?"

Peter: "??? What do you mean?"

Wang said cryptically, "Isn't it normal for a rich guy like you to be a womanizer and have multiple girlfriends?"

Peter was also taken aback by Wang's train of thought: "Seriously? Who would want someone else to be a jerk like that?"

"So, does it exist or not?" Wang pressed.

Peter said guiltily, "Not yet."

Then he continued, "No, what do you mean? Why would you ask such a strange question? Could it be...?"

Peter considered a possibility: "No way, someone as big and burly as you could possibly be involved in a love triangle?"

Wang, whose looks alone could make passing patrol officers put their hands on their gun holsters, actually showed a shy expression like a little girl, which made Peter feel a chill.

Wang then told Peter about the difficulties he had encountered recently.

Simply put, Wang has a childhood sweetheart named Zhang Aimei.

The two families arranged their marriage when they were children, and the two had always had a good relationship.

However, during his years of working and practicing at the Sanctuary of the Dead in New York, Wang developed feelings for Sarah Wolf, a fellow monk at the Sanctuary.

Wang was torn between two women he loved. So he asked Peter if there was a way to manage his relationships with both women at the same time, to have his cake and eat it too.

Upon hearing the gossip about Qingmei and Tianjiang, Peter immediately perked up.

Nanoparticles formed a pair of sunglasses in his hand. Peter put them on and exhaled a puff of smoke: "You've come to the right person."