Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1180 The Vanished Truth (First Update)

Emperor Latvia had no time to pay attention to Stephen Strange. His previous harsh words were merely meant to break his back and force the arrogant physician to humbly and cautiously heed the teachings of the Sorcerer Supreme. However, he wasn't entirely bluffing. If Stephen Strange lacked the ability and qualities to inherit the title, then to the emperor, he was truly less valuable than a stray dog ​​on the street.

Outside of official duties, he might be willing to chat with such people and discuss professional knowledge, after all, humans are the most creative species, and automated surgical machines cannot create new surgical techniques. But when dealing with official business, he really has no time to pay attention to people who only create problems, because Emperor Latvinia will be dealing with many problem-makers.

In the foreseeable future, the number of people with potential worldwide will increase dramatically, jumping from dozens to hundreds per year. There will be a growing number of uneducated, recklessly squandering potential spellcasters driven by instinct—talents manifesting in many forms: some can move objects, some can hear or manipulate others' minds, some can teleport, some can unleash lightning or fire, some can induce hallucinations, some can foresee the future, and some can even speak fluently in languages ​​they never learned.

These are all manifestations of the future talents and magical inclinations of these potential spellcasters, but to ordinary people they are just troublesome or "superheroes" standing at the forefront of controversy. These potential spellcasters are either tempted by fame and fortune or persecuted by their environment. They have never had a safe, peaceful, and detached environment to grow up in, and they have never received rigorous education. As a result, they will cause a series of social and security problems.

Regardless of their circumstances, their ultimate result is the abuse of their talents to acquire money, power, fame, and security—things that Kamar-Taj sorcerers don't need—and a complete loss of their way. This unchecked growth will lead to an introductory course for all orthodox schools: a multitude of terrifying prophecies will be captured from the etheric waves, and visions observed through drugs that force mental potential will reveal immeasurable calamities spreading across the land.

Even a large, academically powerful organization like Kamar-Taj is unable to handle the material world when dealing with external dimensions. Only by utilizing the national power of Latvinia can this problem be completely solved. Therefore, the development of Latvinia's psionic department must be put on the right track. The Emperor and Regent do not have time to teach all those with potential, using rituals and drugs to awaken them. Relying on the small-scale, refined education of the Immortal City, mechanical implants, and long-term use of mood-suppressing drugs is not entirely applicable to all situations. Therefore, the support team from Kamar-Taj is particularly important.

The primary purpose of this department is to regulate and control potential spellcasters worldwide and to protect the safety of human society from such threats. The various schools of thought scattered across the globe are also subject to the management of Kamar-Taj and this department.

Essentially, it was a joint effort between Latvinia and Kamar-Taj to establish a department that provided the Venerable One and the Latvinian Emperor with the legal basis to mobilize the armed forces of the material universe, such as arcane sorcerers, the First Secret Service, and genetically modified warriors, to manage other schools of magic. At the same time, Kamar-Taj and Latvinia (primarily the latter) also intended to rely on these schools to bypass secular governments as much as possible to gather potential spellcasters, avoiding diplomatic problems, and bringing them back for education before they caused such serious trouble that everyone had to kill them.

This is also the olive branch that the Latvian emperor will extend to those schools of thought at the Temple of Vatum.

For those declining schools of thought, an opportunity to teach a large number of students and continue their lineage is a rare and precious one; for those ambitious schools of thought, this department will be the only research institute and magical political institution on Earth that is deeply integrated with secular affairs in the future. Even if Kamar-Taj is still the main power behind the scenes, the establishment of this department represents a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Are we really going to let the King carry out this plan?" asked Master Hamil. He had seen Stephen Strange huddled on the steps, staring blankly at the sky, before even entering the meditation room. Although he wanted to ask why the Venerable One was leaving this hard-won talent hanging like this, he swallowed the question back down. After all, history had proven that no one could question the Venerable One's teaching methods. Master Hamil shifted the question to the document he had in his hand. "The King has only recently become the Recorder; how can he shoulder such a heavy workload? A more experienced sorcerer should carry it out, such as Temple Deacon Wu Guiyue or Daniel…"

"While I don't know why Salomon would involve the King, I trust him. Wu Guiyue has other work, Daniel is too old, and there are still many problems to solve in the New York Temple." The Venerable waved his hand, interrupting the Mage Hamil, his words revealing his dissatisfaction with the Mage Daniel. The Venerable gave the old man face, granting him a chance to retire, and relinquishing the title of Temple Deacon to someone else. "I am very satisfied with this plan. Since Salomon began working, he has accomplished much that I have been unable to do since I took over Kamar-Taj. Although Kamar-Taj also has an obligation to combat the corruption of other planets, we are too short-handed, and the number we can truly solve is actually not much, not even as many as the enemies destroyed during his genetically modified warriors' combat training."

"This only proves that the idea of ​​developing the power of the material universe is correct," said the mage Hamil. "What hundreds of guns and a whole bunch of cannons can do, a sorcerer can do, and even do better."

"But we don't have enough people. Even though Kamar-Taj recruits from all over the world, only the most talented can join us to learn. This is why Kamar-Taj has been able to remain powerful. Schools that can only recruit in specific regions don't care about the talent of their apprentices; they might even fight over them." The Venerable remained calm. "Soon, those magical schools that refuse to submit will swear allegiance to Salomon because of their own weaknesses and the future trends. As for those schools that cannot see the future or its prophecies, since they refuse to submit, it means there is no place for them in the future world."

"Isn't this too harsh?"

"I asked him the same question, but it doesn't really need an answer. That harsh future requires harsh measures to cope with, and I believe he has the ability to eliminate the unstable factors. That's why he chose to time it around the time specified in the prophecy of Quetzalcoatl's awakening. The arrival of the Great Flood will inevitably clear the minds of those school leaders." The Sorcerer Supreme took a sip of his sweet tea. "If possible, I hope to retire as soon as possible. I no longer see the need for my existence as the Sorcerer Supreme; I would only hinder Salomon's work. Also, according to the arrangements in this plan, send the arcane sorcerers to the Temple of Vatum in advance to set up the incantation. I want that place to reject all teleportation spells, understand?"

The Venerable Hamil nodded in agreement, but just as he was instructing the scribes and servants to record the order, the Venerable stopped him. "You intend to resolve this matter for him?" the Venerable Hamil asked solemnly. "You should know that he is not the Venerable One."

"But I am, and this is my personal decision." The Venerable shook his head. "Anyway, I'm about to retire, so what does it matter? Let the answer to this question disappear into history forever. Apart from your memory, no one else will know the truth."

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