IMUC-Chapter 270 Fireproof and Theft-Proof

Kyle didn't take a helicopter; instead, he impulsively redirected a SHIELD high-level secret travel car with his authority.

Externally, it looked like an ordinary black commercial vehicle. In reality, it had bulletproof armor, emergency firearms, satellite positioning, and autonomous driving functions. Vis unceremoniously kicked out the car's onboard AI, serving as an invisible driver, and steered the vehicle onto the main road.

He didn't immediately head back to the Empire State Building. Instead, the car leisurely cruised through the streets of New York, intentionally passing by some quiet and secluded Sanctumes.

Kyle sat in the passenger seat, opened the window, and looked through his shades. His gaze periodically swept over these church-like buildings, scrutinizing them carefully, using his divine power to investigate something.

He was searching for a Sorcerer, or more accurately, a Sorcerer with a Sling Ring.

After all, divine power wasn't magic power. Without a Sling Ring, a key to unlocking a particular aspect of the human body, you couldn't use universal energies to perform various spells.

Kyle wanted to obtain a Sling Ring to revive his spellcasting abilities; that was one reason.

The second reason was that he had now become a God and controlled the most powerful underground force on Earth. He had essentially attained a position equal to the Ancient One, Sorcerer Supreme. He wanted to have a profound discussion about life and the future with someone who understood these things.

In all honesty, what he really wanted was to draw some skill cards of the Sorcerer Supreme!

However, even though he knew Sorcerers existed, the majority of them were under the guidance of the Ancient One, practicing in seclusion in the extradimensional space within Kamar-Taj on Earth. Finding a Sorcerer freely roaming in the mortal world was not a simple task.

Now, in retrospect, Kyle truly felt that the Sorcerer from Brooklyn who had willingly come to him was too rare and adorable. He should have left a few more cans of meat for the guy.

"Hmm?"

Kyle's eyebrows twitched as he suddenly looked out the car window. The commercial vehicle was about to pass the iconic building of the seventh church-like building.

This church-like building was located in a bustling area of New York, right by a busy street. It was a relatively small three-story building with a profound Western classical atmosphere.

The main thing was that there was a slight fluctuation in divine power just now, and it was as if something in the Sanctum had blocked it.

"Vis, stop the car!" Kyle decisively ordered. The commercial vehicle came to a halt at the side of the road, and he got out of the car.

The small church-like building was situated right by the road, and its large door was tightly closed. The building looked immaculate and pure on the surface.

Without overthinking it, Kyle pushed open the delicate iron gate. What met his eyes was a spacious and tranquil hall with classical decorations along the walls and aisles. Looking inside, a broad staircase led straight up to the second floor.

In an instant, he knew he had found the right place.

"Is anyone here?" Kyle inquired as he stepped into the hall, asking loudly, but no one responded; only the echo of his voice reverberated throughout the hall.

With a faint smile on his face, he headed toward the staircase, but a faint sound suddenly came from behind him.

He turned to look and found a white envelope lying at the entrance of the Sanctum, even though there was no one in sight.

Kyle walked back to pick up the envelope, opened it, and after reading the contents, his face took on a meaningful expression.

Proactively, he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

A little while later, the commercial vehicle restarted, merging onto the main road and heading back in the direction of the Empire State Building.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Sanctum building.

A bald woman dressed in yellow robes stood by the window, silently watching as the commercial vehicle drove away from the Sanctum's entrance through the patterned glass.

Behind her, a young African-American Sorcerer asked with a surprised look on his face, "Ancient One, was that Symbol of Peace just now?"

"Who else could it be but him?" The Ancient One replied calmly, her voice low as she spoke. "He's come back again. It means I can't control him anymore."

A young Sorcerer inquired with confusion, "You strictly forbid Sorcerers from contacting him privately, but why didn't you transfer the space bindings if he was such a threat, preventing him from entering our New York branch?"

"Mordo, how can you be so sure that I didn't try to transfer the space?" The Ancient One sighed softly.

"Could it be…? This is impossible!" Mordo widened his eyes in disbelief.

Once the space was transferred, the Sanctum's real interior would be hidden in an extradimensional space adjacent to the real world. People from the outside wouldn't be able to reach the actual New York branch Sanctum.

However, just now, Kyle didn't use any spells and seemingly ignored the spatial barrier, walking into the real New York branch!

The Ancient One also found it puzzling and said softly, "It seems that there's a spatial fluctuation hidden within him, and the spell for spatial transfer failed for the first time."

"That's difficult to fathom," Mordo said in a cautious and solemn tone.

"He has a bizarre way of doing things, but judging by the current situation, Earth is indeed progressing in a better direction under his guidance," The Ancient One contemplated for a moment before ordering, "Let's observe for a while longer. In addition, our New York branch has been exposed. Tell the Sorcerers to be cautious and make sure that the man from earlier doesn't see them."

"I understand," Mordo replied, his neck shrinking in fear.

Now, every Sorcerer had heard about the inspirational story of their predecessor, Bru the Sorceror, who had struggled to survive for half a month within the Mirror Dimension.

It was an extremely tragic story.

"Fireproof, theft-proof, Symbol of Peace" – this was the unofficial creed that Sorcerers privately acknowledged, passed down for fifty or sixty years.

The car carrying Kyle, due to the detour to visit the Sanctum, was now returning to the main road.

"Who would've thought that the Ancient One could be a bit tsundere," Kyle remarked with a slight headshake. His divine power at his fingertips reduced the letter he had just read to ashes. It read, "Welcome back, but the time has not yet come," signed with "Ancient One."

"Time has not yet come? Does that mean it's not time to meet and talk?" Kyle shrugged and nonchalantly brushed the ashes off his hands. There were still a few years before Thanos arrived; he had time to spare.

"Master, there's a situation," Vis spoke up.

The commercial vehicle had reached an intersection. The navigation system suddenly sounded with Vis's voice. "Five cars are intentionally tracking us, with three approaching from the left and right rear, and two more ahead at the intersection."

"Are you sure?" Kyle was slightly surprised.

In the city of New York, someone dared to target him, the Symbol of Peace, in such an upfront manner. It was incredibly interesting!

These past few weeks had been quite idle, and he hadn't taken any action. Suddenly, someone delivered themselves to his doorstep. This couldn't help but make him feel surprised.

Vis paused for a few seconds and spoke again, "Based on my analysis, it's highly likely that the other party isn't targeting you; they probably… made a mistake."

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked.

"Because the vehicle you're currently in is generally Fury's private car," Vis didn't finish its explanation before Kyle understood its meaning.

Great, inadvertently, he had attracted resentment on Fury's behalf.

Kyle rubbed his chin, and muttered to himself in thought, "But who in the densely controlled territory of SHIELD's power base would dare to attack a former Director directly in the downtown New York area? Could it be related to what they mentioned earlier, Project Insight?"

At this moment, Vis was in a hurry to alert, "Master, the two cars ahead are slowing down and approaching. What should we do?"

"What else can we do?" Kyle silently fastened his seatbelt, calmly saying, "Full speed ahead, hit them!"

(End of this chapter)

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