Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 603 The Big Family (Second Update)

Salomon believed Natasha Romanov's genetic information held immense potential, which is why he made that promise. In his future plans, assassins possessing some of Romanov's agent genes would become his shadow. While he planned to incorporate assassination and stealth into the training of his future guards, their role, unlike that of a professional assassination unit, was to protect him and fight alongside him on the front lines, not to achieve certain objectives through assassination.

Therefore, Salomon needs to combine genetic engineering and alien technology to cultivate a dagger of the shadows. This dagger will strike the enemy's heart from an unseen place, saving time and achieving certain objectives that cannot be made public with minimal cost. When Salomon revealed part of the truth to her, Natasha Romanoff's face darkened. She believed Salomon wanted to fulfill her desires through cloning, but what she wanted was to nurture a life herself, not to use a culture pod as a substitute. Using a culture pod did not constitute fulfilling her desires at all.

Salomon, who foresaw this would happen, had already taken her away from the Bodleian Library.

"You can vent your emotions now," he said. "I can only tell you that this is the least costly method. Whether using magic or technology, you would have to undergo numerous surgeries to restore your organs. That's an extremely painful process, Natasha. In vitro culture is actually the simplest and easiest way. Even if you were to grow a clone of yourself and then transfer your soul into a new body..."

Salomon's final suggestion made Agent Romanov hesitate for a moment.

"A new body? A body with all organs intact?"

"Yes." The arcane mage nodded. "If magic is used, this technique isn't particularly difficult for the Immortal City right now. All your experiences and memories will be preserved. In every sense, that you is still you; you've simply changed your body."

"That sounds wonderful, but what price do I have to pay?" The female spy narrowed her eyes. "What you want isn't just me sleeping with you, is it? I know your reading list from when you were at Eton College, and 'The Selfish Gene' was on it."

Do you remember those girls from the sorority?

"Of course, you did a good job with that." Natasha nodded. "I promised to visit them, although I haven't been for a long time. Take me to apologize to them; you know how busy the Avengers are right now..."

“I have some other children here.” Salomon paused, seemingly trying to find the right words to express his next point. “They are all war orphans in Syria, whom I sent the Sisterhood to retrieve one by one from the battlefield. Don’t ask me why I went to Syria; I won’t tell you.” Strangely, Natasha Romanov gave him an approving look. Sensing something, Salomon suddenly found it difficult to say what he was about to say.

"I would like to ask you to help me train them."

Natasha nodded and said with a smile, "Like those sorority girls? No problem, you did a good thing, Salomon."

Salomon stared intently into her grey-blue eyes, remaining silent. The female spy's smile vanished.

"Isn't that so?" A sense of foreboding washed over her. "Could it be...?"

"Yes, the training in the Red Room," he said in a deep voice, "but a thousand times more brutal."

"F*ck you! Salomon!" Natasha Romanov jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end. This was the first time Salomon had seen her lose control, but it was also expected. "Don't even think about it!" she screamed hoarsely, completely disregarding the stares of passersby. A tidal wave of unease and anger surged within her, leaving no room for shame. "I absolutely cannot agree to this! You're dreaming!"

Strangely, those pedestrians who had initially wanted to come closer to investigate turned away after Salomon sprinkled some unknown powder, as if they had suddenly remembered something important.

"Where is your humanity, Salomon? Do you intend to replicate my tragedy on others?" Natasha Romanov asked angrily. "Did you collect those war orphans just to use them as tools?"

"Yes. Everyone must dedicate themselves to the future, including me."

Salomon was silent for a moment before giving an affirmative answer. His reply was like an icicle, piercing Natasha Romanov's heart and pulling her out of the raging storm.

"In the future, the survival of humanity will face enormous challenges, but even death cannot stop Kamar-Taj's mission to uphold humanity, including mine." His eyes were clear, and Agent Romanov instinctively judged that he wasn't lying. "Our time is running out, Natasha. All humanitarian concern seems insignificant in the face of such difficulties. Although I'm not a utilitarian, utilitarianism is the most realistic choice. I know this is not a reason to sacrifice a few, but I cannot turn a blind eye to methods that can save the majority—perhaps it will be a long time after the disaster that people will realize that sacrificing a few to save the majority is the right thing to do. But in the current environment, humanity tends to be more emotional and trapped in a moral dilemma."

"What did you see? When did you see it?" Agent Romanov recalled Salomon's prophetic abilities. She suspected that Salomon knew something from a very young age, as evidenced by his founding of the Immortal City; he had been preparing for this for many years. "Ten years old? Fifteen years old? Tell me, Salomon."

"From birth," he said in a deep voice, "there won't be just one disaster. I'm ensuring the timeline remains stable to minimize variables in the face of that disaster and to create an opportunity for eventual victory."

The female spy's anger dissipated, leaving only a light layer of ashes. She suddenly felt a little sorry for the big boy in front of her.

He was like an insect trapped in the amber of fate, making futile struggles repeatedly, trying to break free from the gradually solidifying resin, trying to escape some inevitable end. He saw too far ahead; few could understand him. People could only misinterpret his thoughts through the silhouette he left behind, unable to comprehend his distant cry for help—undoubtedly a tragedy.

“No, that’s my answer.” She sighed, then took the sorcerer’s hand and said with certainty, “But you can tell me about this, and we can solve it together. We have the Avengers. If you foresee a catastrophe for all of humanity, then we certainly can’t stand idly by. Stark may laugh at you, but he’ll definitely find a way to solve this problem, and so will Rogers. The Avengers are a family, and you should join us, Salomon.”

“Fate is an unpredictable thing, Natasha,” Salomon said calmly, withdrawing his hand. “I was prepared for this, and I’m not so fragile as to need comforting. I won’t tell anyone I shouldn’t know, and I won’t place my hopes for victory in the hands of a few. It’s a catastrophe that all of humanity must face, but it can’t be solved by a few people and with current technology. This isn’t arrogance, but I have indeed found a solution. The reason I need your genetic information is to minimize casualties while achieving victory. So, is this your answer?”

Agent Natasha Romanov hesitated.

I'm experiencing low blood sugar, so that's all I can write. Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)