Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 891 Thinking Creates Danger (First Update)

Only a few can understand me, because most are trapped in the mortal mind, unable to see the future, weigh the pros and cons, and make the best choice. I have the ability, therefore I must make choices for them, even if those choices are painful—no, stop! This is the folly and arrogance I have always rejected—like metabolism, Salomon chewed on this idea repeatedly and then cleared it from his mind, without having any effect on him. Even though he was a created tool with his own thoughts, even though he was enslaved by his own grand ideals, he always guarded against such thoughts influencing him.

Therefore, he needs to periodically examine his actions from an outsider's perspective.

Although this might make him appear unemotional during introspection, it was the most important wisdom the goddess of wisdom had taught him, not the grand principles printed in books read by millions but understood by no one. Only recently had he grasped the meaning of "With great power comes great responsibility," even if he didn't fully understand its entirety. This didn't prevent him from examining himself from a humble position, rather than looking down from a high vantage point. If he didn't step forward, no one else could, but that didn't mean he was superior to others, capable of making decisions without emotion or detachment.

"Your cultivation has improved once more, my disciple. Although spiritual cultivation isn't considered paramount in our school, it undeniably influences our environment and future circumstances." The Supreme Master carefully observed Salomon's face, drawing his conclusion through physiognomy. In Taoist terms, it was like "all the Qi in one's body ascending to court, like a sage king establishing his capital, with all nations receiving his tribute," the prelude to the radiant light of the Yellow Court revealing the supreme Dharma's true essence. Over a decade of studying profound Dharma had returned him to a childlike heart, pure, clean, and intelligent. The Supreme Master was very satisfied with Salomon's state—enlightenment had occurred in a single night, yet it would benefit him for a lifetime. Undoubtedly, this was the best Salomon among countless possibilities, and the one who had best integrated with the power of the Holy Mark, demonstrating that the Supreme Master's choice and the price paid had not been in vain.

The lighting in the meditation room was still insufficient, and the precious incense meant to clear the mind was being wasted without anyone noticing.

Kamar-Taj is the richest school of thought in the entire wizarding world, bar none.

"I'm glad you can understand so many things on your own, even if it makes me, your teacher, seem very useless."

“Don’t say that. Without you, I’d be drifting in some dimension right now!” Salomon made a face, behaving childishly. He hadn’t been this mischievous since he was twelve. “Because a recent character has made me reflect on my actions,” he said. “Although all my actions were optimal, I forgot the most important thing in my heart: humanity. Even if I might abandon it someday, it’s still a very important emotion for me now. But I won’t let compassion hinder my decisions, because I will only execute the optimal solution. I must fight for those who cannot fight, live for those who cannot survive, even if it requires sacrifice. Well, the sacrifices made by alien races will probably be the majority, but that’s also my purpose.”

"Poor child, I don't want your soul to be so broken." The Venerable's expression turned somewhat grim. "To bear all this with a mortal mind is the most terrible mental torment in the world. You don't need to go to such lengths."

"I think I can, teacher. I can't just give up without even trying, can I?" Salomon picked up the slightly viscous, tea-infused honey and slowly sipped it, as if he were loudly announcing that his taste buds were dead. "You should know this is absolutely not my style. Besides, isn't this also a kind of worldly trial?"

"It seems you are ready to take over Kamar-Taj and become the ruler of mankind," the Venerable said.

The exquisitely carved wooden door of the meditation room could not prevent the mottled shadows of people outside from seeping into the room.

Bathed in the highland sun, the Royal Guard's golden armor shimmered like a second sun, and perfectly cut gemstones refracted countless rays of light. Constantine, halberd in hand, his expression cold and resolute, silently watched as agents in black combat uniforms bearing the insignia of the Immortal City moved about, loading and unloading crates of vital supplies from the assault transport ships that had landed in the plaza. Kamar-Taj sorcerers, dressed in robes of varying colors representing different levels of cultivation, waited nearby, intending to slowly move these supplies into the Kamar-Taj dungeons for storage.

These agents were separately assigned to the Royal Guard, and thus, in addition to the winged eagle insignia of the Immortal City, their armbands bore a shield and longsword emblem, designating them the First Secret Regiment. Each of them was tasked with handling dangerous magical artifacts, their weaponry comprised of the most advanced and powerful mortal weapons available, and their minds were pre-processed to maintain courage in the face of terrifying and bizarre human enemies. Their commander, Andrew, was promoted for his outstanding service in the Battle of Finnbowent, and the other agents under Andrew's command were also mortal soldiers who had demonstrated courage and loyalty in the Battle of Finnbowent.

The Royal Guard monitors all actions and is ready to execute any violators at any time, because only he, the monarch, the Sorcerer Supreme, and Baron Mordo know what the terrifying items inside these high-security safes are, and no unauthorized personnel are allowed to make contact.

These are all responses to a possible event that may occur.

Constantine knew all too well the terrifying darkness his monarch concealed, secrets that even the Praetorian Guard itself was partly born from these ancient, dark mysteries—and that was only a small fraction of what his monarch had shown him. The monarch assured him the Praetorian Guard would be the purest people in the world, for they shared his soul and power, armed with the strongest armor and sharpest weapons imaginable. Constantine could taste the story of his armor and the weapons he wielded—extraterrestrial ore that had crashed into Earth trillions of years ago, forged in the fiery infernos of a celestial abyss, and a hammer forged with profound incantations and technology few in the universe could comprehend, shaping the blade of his halberd. But his weaponry wasn't confined to the physical world; his intangible forces were equally formidable.

He vaguely remembered living among snow-capped mountains in his childhood, just as he saw in the distance now, but countless trials of slaughter and near-death experiences on other planets had buried that memory, like black rocks covered by snow. He discarded this troubling memory—memories were nothing but bland, tasteless water—his brain was modified to reject useless emotions. His modified eyes were fixed on the figures coming and going, steadfastly guarding his monarch. This was his sole purpose after being torn apart, reassembled, constructed, improved, and sublimated, and his eternal duty. The next assault transport ship would carry equipment capable of quarrying rock, and the one after that, heavy steel. The dungeons of this ancient temple would be transformed; the magic of the night and advanced technology would guard the monarch's secrets, burying his cruelest ideas deep beneath the thick rocks of the Himalayas.

Salomon was silent for a moment, then asked a question.

"Teacher, why won't you let me predict your... retirement method?"

"Don't be so subtle, you're asking about my death date." The Venerable shook his head expressionlessly. This wasn't the first time Salomon had asked, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. "Because I don't want to torment you, child. You'll understand when that day comes. Don't do anything. Don't think about this until then; the deeper you delve, the more dangerous it becomes."

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(End of this chapter)