Peter Parker was wrapped in pale-gold patterns from the Web of Destiny. His spider-silk suit shimmered with flowing light under the impact of the energy, and mysterious runes moved through his pupils, the mark of a body strengthened by an ancient power.
Peter did not hesitate at all. With a furious shout, the muscles in his arms swelled instantly, and pale-gold lines pulsed wildly beneath his skin like veins. He leaped straight toward the oncoming railgun blast and caught the edge of the vibranium shield with both hands.
The impact of the super railgun was like ten million stampeding beasts. It numbed his arms, cracked the ground beneath his feet inch by inch, and sent chunks of stone flying into the air. But Peter clenched his teeth as the power granted by the Web of Destiny surged through him.
With a low growl, he poured every ounce of strength in his body into his arms and planted his feet hard against the ground, trying to force the shield's direction aside. The super railgun skimmed past his ear, its scorching shock wave burning several strands of his hair as it tried to break through him and strike Tony behind him. The force was so overwhelming that even the stray lightning spilling from it blasted apart the buildings behind Peter, throwing smoke and dust across the sky.
"It's still not enough!" Peter's voice turned hoarse from the strain, and the lines of the Web of Destiny blazed even brighter.
He suddenly exerted his full strength and hurled the vibranium shield, together with the railgun's energy, into the sky. The blast exploded high above, white lightning intertwining with golden light.
After successfully reversing the attack from the super-railgun vibranium shield, Peter gasped for breath. His hands kept trembling slightly, though even that condition was recovering at a visible speed.
He had actually relied on his own body to block Steve's all-out strike, empowered by the power of Thor.
Steve's pupils contracted sharply in shock. He stared at the boy in front of him in disbelief. Arcs of electricity still crackled around Peter's fingertips, yet those high-energy currents could not harm him in the slightest.
"How is that possible…"
A light rain happened to start falling from the sky, dispersing the dust that had been thrown up. Steve's throat bobbed, and rainwater dripped down his chin, mingling with cold sweat as it slid into the torn collar of his battle suit.
This young kid's strength far exceeded Steve's imagination. Looking at Peter now, Steve seemed to see a familiar figure in him, Harry.
Only Harry had ever displayed power like this.
"Why are you so strong? Do you have some incredible magical talent, like Harry and Wanda?" Steve asked, his face full of confusion.
Captain America had once been Peter's idol when he was younger, and even now, Peter still had a very good impression of him. When his former idol asked him a question, the tips of Peter's ears instantly turned red. The heroic force he had shown while tanking the railgun vanished completely, and he looked just like a high schooler caught sneaking snacks in class.
He scratched the back of his head, while the golden lines exposed through the torn parts of his suit shrank back into his skin like shy little snakes.
"Uh, actually, this is power Harry gave me. My Lending rank is higher than yours. It's the highest level, Supreme VIP, the same level as Gwen, Wanda, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May."
Tony wobbled through the air and flew to Peter's side. Hearing Peter's answer, he immediately asked in confusion, "Wait, I know Lenders have ranks, but Supreme VIP is really that much stronger than us? I refuse to believe Pajama Boy has more magical talent than I do!"
Peter grew even more embarrassed now, feeling like he had been caught cheating during a test.
He answered uneasily, "Actually, under normal circumstances, the gap between us isn't that big. But during a crisis, we can borrow even more power from Harry. Take me, for example. When Harry actively provides me with an enormous amount of magic power, he said the Web of Destiny can let me temporarily touch the realm of gods, meaning the Skyfather-level tier. That's why I was able to block the captain's super-railgun vibranium shield, which contained the power of Thor.
"Of course, this method places a huge burden on me. Even with Harry actively helping me, I can't use it many times."
This time, Tony and Steve were left speechless. The two looked at each other and both smiled helplessly.
Without a doubt, Peter was the nepo baby among all the Lenders. Even though they were all Lenders, he could use power far beyond the others.
Tony and Steve had no way to do anything about it, nor did they feel dissatisfied. After all, Peter was Harry's younger brother, and the other Supreme VIP-level Lenders were all Harry's family too, so it made sense that they were Supreme VIP members.
Still, even if Steve and Tony were not unhappy about it, they both wanted to become Supreme VIP members too. Tony, especially, was unbelievably curious about what Peter had called touching the realm of gods.
A Skyfather-level powerhouse was someone capable of easily destroying a city.
After Peter blocked the captain's attack, the captain no longer had the strength to continue high-intensity combat. Because of that, the anti-Sokovia Accords faction no longer had the strength to resist the pro-Accords faction.
This Avengers civil war, which also decided who would hold the right to speak for the next year, finally came to an end. The pro-Accords faction led by Tony had won.
Once the result of the match became clear, Harry emerged from a deeper layer of the Mirror Dimension and appeared before those who were still alive.
There were only five people still alive now, Tony, Peter, Steve, Black Widow, and Hawkeye.
Black Widow and Hawkeye's fight had not produced a winner, but after Steve, their main force, was defeated, Hawkeye knew he was absolutely no match for the others, so he surrendered directly.
"Are you sure you're done fighting?" Harry asked teasingly after appearing. "You know, you can't really die inside this Mirror Dimension. Opportunities to experience death are pretty rare."
Hawkeye shook his head decisively. "I'm curious about what death feels like too, but after thinking it over, I'll pass. Being alive is pretty good."
"Fine. In that case, I hereby announce that the result of this match is, victory for the pro-Accords faction led by Tony!"
Then Harry pulled his wand from his Pocket dimension and struck the ground hard.
The next instant, an enormous golden pillar of light shot up from beneath Harry's feet and pierced the clouds. Within the pillar, countless tiny motes of light began gathering like fireflies before falling onto the remains of the dead superheroes inside the Mirror Dimension.
The first to appear was Colonel Rhodes. The hole through his chest rapidly healed, and even his torn battle suit quickly re-formed.
At last, he walked out of the light, his entire body restored to its original state. He rolled his shoulders, feeling every joint in his body, and an incredulous smile appeared on his face.
He had not expected to truly come back to life completely.
After that came Sam, Ant-Man, and the Winter Soldier, all of whom had been easily taken down by Peter. Their figures gradually appeared within the pillar of light as well, until finally Black Panther stepped out of the radiance. Every superhero had been fully revived.
Before the superheroes could marvel at the incredible magic Harry had used to bring the dead back to life, Harry winked at the superheroes who had not signed a Lending contract and asked, "So, after that battle, do you want to sign a Lending contract with me?"
Sam, Ant-Man, and the others froze for a moment, then nodded without the slightest hesitation.
"Of course we do!"
After the civil war ended, Harry continued with his research.
During this period, he was not only studying magic, but also machinery from the cyberpunk world. After all, the cyberware from that world had a certain reference value, especially the kind of cyberware that could speed up neural reflexes.
After that, Harry spent a month creating a spell called Manifest Cyberware. This spell could temporarily reverse part of one's physical body into machinery, granting combat power beyond the limits of flesh, then return it to its original state once the spell ended.
This spell was not particularly useful to Harry himself, but for ordinary sorcerers, it could greatly enhance their combat ability.
Thanks to this spell, the casualty rate among sorcerers became much lower during later demon-hunting operations.
On this day, Harry was in his laboratory studying a strange-looking fruit. This fruit was the Rumble-Rumble Fruit. After the Admiral killed Enel, it had reincarnated on a certain island, was obtained by the New World Government, and was later handed to Harry by Nami.
Through the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, Harry modified his own lightning magic and researched an entire category of long-range strike spells.
For example, Two-Hundred Million Volts Amaru, El Thor, Sango, and so on…
That was right. These were all techniques developed by Enel, but Harry had slightly modified them, greatly increasing their power. Now they had become Harry's techniques.
As for the names, Harry was too lazy to rename them. Their current names were already good enough, with the kind of over-the-top swagger that sounded straight out of a comic book.
Suddenly, Harry stopped his research and turned his gaze toward the direction of Kamar-Taj's library. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Kaecilius, you finally couldn't hold back."
After noticing the scene inside the distant library, Harry disappeared from where he stood and reappeared in the shadows not far from the library.
Wong was standing beside him as well, watching together with Harry.
Wong's expression was extremely ugly. He sighed and said, "Harry, I didn't expect you to be right. Kaecilius really did betray Kamar-Taj."
Harry smiled and said, "His betrayal is fine. Once a bomb explodes, it's no longer a threat."
Harry's relationship with Kaecilius was not good, so Kaecilius's betrayal could not affect Harry's mood much.
Right now, Harry's heart was full of excitement, because Kaecilius's betrayal also meant that the countdown to the end of his career as Sorcerer Supreme was about to begin.
A new poor sap, no, the new Sorcerer Supreme, was about to make his entrance.
At midnight, Kamar-Taj's library was shrouded in dim candlelight. Whether by coincidence or not, no sorcerer was on duty here tonight.
When Kaecilius arrived at the library and saw this, joy appeared on his face. The universe was truly helping him.
If Wong were here, he would probably have to fight Wong fiercely, and Wong's combat strength was no joke. If the commotion from the fight drew the attention of that damned Harry Potter, they would be dead for sure.
Although Kaecilius hated Harry Potter, he had never denied his strength.
Harry Potter was a Sorcerer Supreme even more powerful than the Ancient One.
Kaecilius walked into the library and pulled down the hood of his black robe. His pale face was carved with fanaticism.
Soon, he would become a servant of Lord Dormammu. When that time came, his dead wife and child would be resurrected from death.
Kaecilius went straight to the restricted section and stole the pages about the dark energy known as Dormammu from the Book of Cagliostro.
Then, without looking back, he opened a portal and left with his loyal followers.
The next time he came here, he would destroy Kamar-Taj completely.
After Kaecilius had fully left, Wong and Harry walked out of the shadows.
Wong asked in confusion, "Are we really just letting them leave?"
"What else are we supposed to do? We can't lose a key part of the script. I'm still waiting to retire."
Wong fell silent.
New York City, Columbia University Medical Center, inside a certain operating room.
The surgical lights divided the operating room into a pale white field of light. Stephen Strange wore his surgical mask slightly crooked as he moved his body lightly.
Beside the operating table, a vintage radio poured out a Charlie Parker improvisation. The trembling notes of the saxophone mixed with the beeping of the heart monitor, weaving a strange rhythm through the cold air.
Music was not supposed to be played during surgery, but geniuses naturally received special treatment. To Strange, this surgery was no harder than drinking water or eating a meal, so of course he could listen to music while operating.
"Scalpel." He reached out without lifting his head, and the metal instrument landed precisely in his palm.
With a faint, delicate sound, the scalpel cut into the patient's skin, and the nurses' breathing froze. But Strange's fingers were as steady as a mechanical arm, perfectly removing the diseased organ.
Time slowly passed. Soon, once the final stitch was drawn perfectly closed, Strange snapped his fingers, and the surgery was over.
The radio happened to jam at just the right moment. He removed his earphones, and beneath his mask, his signature confident smile appeared.
"I told you. This was child's play."
After finishing the surgery, Strange drove back home. Amid the soothing music, he changed out of his old clothes, put on his tie, straightened his neat suit, and strapped on his luxury watch. Then he drove his million-dollar sports car out of his villa.
He was now heading to an important medical conference.
This conference was crucial to him. He needed to present his latest research there and solidify his status and reputation as a top neurosurgeon.
Music continued playing inside the car. Strange loved listening to music. It helped calm his mood.
At some point, the sound of rain began pattering outside the window. The rain grew heavier and heavier, but clearly, it could not affect Strange inside the car in the slightest.
Just then, Strange's phone rang. When he answered it, the voice of his colleague Billy came through.
"I've got a sixty-five-year-old female patient here with advanced brainstem glioma…"
"Wait. That one's too difficult. Are you trying to ruin my perfect record? No thanks!"
Strange knew his own level. He had a sixty percent chance of success with such an extremely difficult operation, but for the sake of his reputation for completing every surgery with one hundred percent success, he did not want to take the risk.
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