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Chapter 198: J.A.R.V.I.S.' Request for Help

"Do you understand now?"

The Ancient One's faint voice echoed.

"Understand what?"

The Ancient One continued, "This girl's power is very dangerous. This time, she was fortunate. Perhaps some memories were triggered, and she was forced to regain her sanity. Otherwise, can you imagine the consequences?"

Thor nodded.

The consequences... probably the same as with the destruction of the world?

Thor was unsure whether to feel relieved or distressed.

He was relieved because he had always had high hopes for Wanda. As a key figure in addressing the crisis, her priority was even higher than that of Supergirl Karla.

What troubled him was that Wanda had become uncontrollable; even she couldn't manage her own power...

Originally, his expectation was for a "child" with power equivalent to more than 10,000.TNT, but instead, it turned out to be a "thermonuclear bomb" with an equivalent of 50 million TNT. It was something to celebrate, but the issue was that the control was no longer in his hands...

Thor thought for a moment and then nodded. "So, it's truly dangerous. Should I attempt to counsel her like a psychiatrist?"

The Ancient One shook her head. "It's not that simple. Her current strength exceeds the limit that the soul can bear, and there is no gradual process. In this state, she will be particularly sensitive. All kinds of emotions will be infinitely magnified, and she could collapse at any moment. Your task is not only to prevent her from going out of control but also to ensure that mortals do not see her as a threat and attempt to destroy her."

Thor curled his lips, knowing that what the Ancient One said was true.

The council of this world consisted of incompetents who rely on nuclear bombs for everything.

The Chitauri can't handle them?

One nuke!

A biohazard outbreak?

One nuke!

A problem that can't be solved?

One nuke!

Is all technology based on nuclear bombs?

The issue is that often, launching a nuclear bomb is pointless except for killing allies, eliminating two hundred enemies, and self-defeating by a thousand.

Speaking of this, the Ancient One suddenly remembered something and continued, "There's one more thing. The outbreak of Choas Magic Power might attract some hidden beings. They may become curious and covet this power, so you need to be cautious."

Thor asked, "Are there other mystics besides Kamar-Taj on Earth?"

The Ancient One glanced at him. "Do you think all the witches who were burned at the stake in the Middle Ages were fakes?"

Thor: "...."

In his previous life on Earth , these events were indeed false, including Norse Mythology.

In the Marvel universe, many myths and legends have become real, so the legend of witches is naturally traceable.

At least he could be sure that these witches were not like Kamar-Taj. After all, the Ancient One's magic was primarily sourced from Vishanti. Most of the spells appeared golden, suitable for showy displays rather than considered heresy.

Besides, the witches portrayed in media were often dressed in black, unlike the attire of Kamar-Taj...

"Alright, I understand."

Thor nodded. "By the way, after this matter is resolved, I need a favor from you."

Just then, another thought crossed his mind, prompting him to make a request.

"What is it?"

Thor looked around. The Ancient One waved her hand, and several magic circles appeared around them to isolate the sound.

Thor whispered his request.

The Ancient One remained impassive. "I refuse."

Thor: "Why? It's a good deal!"

The Ancient One remained resolute. "The risk is too high. I'm not as young as you and am not willing to take this risk. Furthermore, Kamar-Taj has vowed to protect the Time Gem [never promise]."

"Then why did Strange give away the gem?" Thor persisted.

The Ancient One still shook her head. "He has his own reasons, but I am different. At least at this point, the Eye of Agamotto is crucial for combating the dark dimension of Dormammu. So, you can wait for three years and approach Strange then. I'm sure the two of you can manage."

The Ancient One's tone seemed slightly flexible, but she still held firm, at least until the Dormammu issue was resolved. Those who have lived for many years are often very stubborn, and the Ancient One was no exception in this regard. She refused to lend the gems, so Thor had no choice but to give up and leave.

Had he forgotten something?

He pulled out his phone and dialed Stark.

It rang several times without answer. Just as Thor was growing impatient, the call connected.

"Mr. Stark is in danger right now. Please—Kaz Kaz..."

The voice abruptly cut off and turned into static.

This noise seemed familiar...

J.A.R.V.I.S.?