Strom’s Magic

Daisy naturally wouldn't perform any oriental massage techniques. Seeing the priests tidying up the scene, she gave Storm a signal. She stepped forward with her left foot, lightly touching the ground, swayed twice, and then stopped.

Storm was also quick-witted and gave her a thumbs up, indicating that this ability was cool.

Having been out for so many years, she had never suffered such a deadly injury. Storm inquired about the whereabouts of the mercenary group from the female guards; she wanted to seek revenge against Red Tank!

But the female guards were loyal to the royal family. In their eyes, the order was: king, queen, and prince. As for Storm being the prince's girlfriend, sorry, they didn't know her!

Storm was left frustrated, and Daisy quickly held her back.

The local people, whether priests or female guards, all depended on the royal family. Their status was secure when the royal family prospered. Today, with their duet of heaven and earth, even the female guards who had fought side by side with them had a hint of hostility. It was merely a matter of differing strengths.

Storm, as a leader of the mutant faction, had received a lot of disdain. Daisy, on the other hand, had a thick skin. She didn't care about contempt or hostility. They were just bored at the scene. Seeing that the female guards wouldn't let them leave, they had no choice but to continue chatting in place.

Small talk didn't exist, so Daisy took the opportunity to inquire about some topics that interested her, like magic.

Storm was both a mutant and a mage. The Monroe family's bloodline carried magic, and the locals called them saintesses, while colonizers thought of them as witches.

For centuries, each generation of inheritors possessed the ability to control storms. However, it was only in her generation, with the mix of mutant abilities, that the power became immeasurable.

"What exactly is your magic? Can you demonstrate it?" Daisy was very curious.

Unfortunately, Storm couldn't fulfill this request. The magic of her people required a lot of preparation time. It was a long-duration ritual, and without superpowers, she found it challenging to demonstrate.

After inquiring further, Daisy was surprised to learn that, without the aid of superpowers, they needed three days to prepare a rain magic spell!

If they used it in battle, by the time the magic was ready, the situation might have already changed.

Storm didn't know why it was this way, and she humorously speculated that it might be due to the family bloodline becoming more diluted.

Daisy didn't think so. Based on her guess, the ancestors of the Monroe family had formed a pact with the White Magic God, Oshtur, and this pact was still in effect. Whenever they used magic, they extracted power from an alternate dimension.

The reason for the long preparation time was due to the difference in the flow of time between the two dimensions.

Storm's popularity among mystics indicated her deep mastery of magic. However, her track record was odd. It could be described as alternating between periods of strength and weakness. At her best, she could summon a solar storm, while at her weakest, she could be defeated by enemies far inferior to her.

The key point was this issue of delayed magic. If she prepared in advance, her magical abilities would be at their peak, and achieving the "Stormbreakers" level wouldn't be impossible. Otherwise, she would be just another mutant, comparable to a weather wizard from the neighboring DC universe.

"Magic isn't as mysterious as you imagine. To obtain it, you must make sacrifices," she said cryptically, but Daisy understood her meaning.

The magic in the Marvel world is a bit tricky. Several top-tier magic manipulators have their sources of magic from extradimensional entities.

For example, Storm's magic comes from the White Magic God, Oshtur. Scarlet Witch's magic comes from the Black Magic God, Chthon. The Ancient One's magic originates from Dormammu. Doctor Strange's magic is tied to the Vishanti. As for Magik, her magic isn't from a specific entity; it comes from the Hell dimension. Once she's outside the Hell dimension, she can only rely on her superpowers for combat.

Want an example of uncontrolled magic learning? Look at the sorcerers around the Ancient One. Despite toiling their entire lives, they remain mere foot soldiers.

Seemingly not eager to delve into the topic of magic, Storm didn't care about the priests and guards. She raised her left hand, and a small whirlwind was summoned.

"My abilities are different from yours."

Daisy observed closely, analysing slowly.

Storm's ability was indeed different from hers. She needed to sense the free energy in the air, gather it, shape it, and transform it into the desired form.

"When I was young, I didn't understand anything and acted recklessly. In reality, everything needs to maintain balance. When my abilities first awakened, I constantly caused rain in Kenya. I thought I was doing everything right. But it wasn't until..." Storm began to tell her a story.

Daisy was curious. "Until what?"

"Until I went to the neighboring country, Uganda. Due to the lack of rain there, famine and war became rampant. Sometimes, their wars were sparked by a scarcity of basic supplies. All of this was caused by me... I forcefully altered the local environment. While Kenya enjoyed a week of rainfall, the cost was over ten thousand deaths in Uganda..." Storm had bottled up these words for a long time, both as a warning to Daisy not to misuse her powers and as an opportunity to confide in someone.

Daisy thought seriously. The principle wasn't profound. Every child knew that disrupting the balance of the natural world would lead to disasters. However, she found it a bit exaggerated to claim a direct link between the turmoil in Uganda and the rain.

But one word caught her attention—variables. If it was just a short-range teleportation, variables could be ignored. However, for long-distance teleportation in light-years, variables had to be factored in.

If she were to teleport herself into a star or near a black hole, things could get exciting.

Calculating this using human means would be terrifyingly burdensome. She needed a supercomputer's assistance for these computations. While she could employ hacking methods to control the supercomputers in those labs and gain high-level access, the colossal amount of computation might get noticed. She needed her own supercomputer.

However, this idea was currently just a daydream. Compared to the supercomputer, the money she "borrowed" from it was just a drop in the bucket. She was too broke!

...

When T'Challa finally calmed down his mother and returned to the sacred mountain, he found them still in the same spot. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting. The enemies are still on the loose, and I need both of your assistance."

T'Challa changed the subject. He was leading a team to pursue Red Tank and Batroc. The news about Wakanda couldn't be leaked to the public at this point.

Wakanda's pursuers had been repelled three times in succession. In the last battle, Red Tank had charged head-on and killed a border tribe's battle rhino. This had astounded them, and ordinary people were no longer daring enough to chase after them.

Now the task fell to the Black Panther, the kingdom's "Protector." Daisy and Storm didn't hesitate; they joined the pursuit team together.