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Chapter 188: I'm Not Indulging You
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Beneath his calm expression was a rage suppressed to its absolute limit, like a blazing volcano on the verge of eruption. When the time came, the scorching magma would burst forth and incinerate everything.
Tony knew that Kamar-Taj wouldn't be so easy for an outsider to find. What kind of final boss jumps out before their minions?
But he couldn't tolerate being watched like a performing monkey.
Not to mention the youth whose neck he had just snapped with his bare hands. That vicious expression, that decisive action, that cruel gaze... this boy had definitely killed before!
Ever since Tony arrived in Nepal, he had been wandering around every day looking for people. By the same token, it wasn't the first or second time he had been accosted by local gangs of thugs. Tony always asked just one question. If they couldn't answer, he would choke them to death. If they could... no one had ever been able to answer, but their fate was still to be choked to death by Tony.
The kind get bullied. This was a saying Tony believed in most deeply. Forbearance? That sort of nonsense only existed when everyone was more or less equal, for instance, among a group of ordinary people.
When everyone is an ordinary human, killable with a kitchen knife that costs a few bucks, there is naturally no distinction between noble and lowly. Since one slash could kill anyone, one naturally had to be a bit more "forbearing." Fewer and fewer people were willing to truly back others into a corner. What if you really pushed someone to the point of desperation? After all, everyone was just an ordinary human who could die from a single slash.
Aside from those with fierce tempers and extraordinary courage, very few ordinary people were willing to fight to the death when faced with a group of local thugs trying to rob them.
Those with low strength must naturally be forbearing when facing those with high strength. Not doing so meant certain death.
But Tony was a person of high strength. Forbearance in the face of those with low strength? How was that possible? Of course, he would just choke them to death. If even he had to be forbearing, then who would answer for the ordinary people plundered by this scum?
Were they born to be robbed? Did they deserve to be robbed?
Tony wouldn't indulge this lot. Being robbed three, four, five times—anyone would get pissed off. And when Tony got pissed off, he killed people. Once they were all dead, there would naturally be no more robberies.
He had killed the father. Since the son was no good either, he naturally killed him as well.
"You villain! You shouldn't have killed this child!"
The newcomer wore the signature robes of Kamar-Taj and a strange, ring-like magical item on his hand. He roared at Tony, his voice stern and sharp.
"You should have said that when I first arrived in Nepal and started my killing spree, not after you've watched a monkey show for over a month! And you definitely shouldn't have jumped out at a sensitive moment like me killing a child! Don't tell me this is all a coincidence! That you just happened to come out to receive me, just happened to see me kill this boy, and then just happened to intervene!"
Tony sneered, viciously throwing the boy's still-warm corpse at the man's head. The Sorcerer, his face contorted, managed to catch the body, which weighed several dozen pounds.
Tony sneered. This boy had definitely killed before, likely more than one person. His emotions could be interpreted as righteous indignation, but his precise and decisive movements, without a trace of hesitation or trembling, could not be faked!
He had killed plenty of similar scum, but this was the first time he had killed a scummy teenager.
"I don't mind a test, but the best test should be one that's conducted subtly, pretending there's no test at all. Besides, this low-level ploy of testing one's sincerity is an old, worn-out trick in the Outside World. Only an idiot like you, who suddenly gains power and becomes self-important, would treat it as a golden rule."
"Don't compare me to those who have nowhere else to turn and come to Kamar-Taj as a last resort. I owe the Sorcerer Supreme, but I don't owe people like you."
The Sorcerer was deeply enraged. Looking at the corpse in his hands, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. "Someone like you doesn't deserve to enter Kamar-Taj. It would be a defilement..."
He clutched the body tightly, flames of fury erupting from his eyes.
"Perhaps. Perhaps I truly am unworthy of a sacred place like Kamar-Taj. But at least I've understood one thing: people like you are even more unworthy than I am. I kill guilty adults, and you watch with relish. I kill a guilty teenager, and you jump out, unable to contain your rage, to stop me? What were you doing before! If you didn't want someone like me to set foot in Kamar-Taj, you shouldn't have appeared at all! Or you should have expelled me from the very beginning! You waited until you'd had your fun watching the show before you decided to jump out and intervene?"
You're angry? I'm even more fucking furious! You watched me like a monkey for a month! You don't want me to enter Kamar-Taj? It's a simple matter of a few words. All you had to do was say, "The Sorcerer Supreme does not wish to see you," and I would have turned and left.
So what if it's the secret of the Soul? At worst, I'll just patiently wait for the Chitauri to invade Earth and then seize the opportunity to snatch the Mind Stone from Loki!
Tony was no Doctor Strange, who had stumbled into Nepal in desperation, his hands ruined and unable to even fight back.
He was a Metahuman with a rather nasty reputation!
You dare to rob me? Not wiping out your entire family is already a blessing!
Kamar-Taj definitely knew this, if only because he was someone mentioned by the Sorcerer Supreme! Even Wong at the New York Sanctum knew, so how could the monitoring Sorcerers at Kamar-Taj's headquarters not know?
"You villain! You despicable scoundrel! You are not worthy of mentioning Kamar-Taj, nor are you worthy of mentioning the Sorcerer Supreme!" The Sorcerer's expression was savage, his face flushed red—whether from anger at Tony or from sheer humiliation, Tony suspected it was more of the latter.
The Sorcerer waved his hand fiercely. A faint spark brewed in his palm, and along with a violent energy fluctuation, the energy sparks that erupted under the spell's drive became restless and unstable.
"I wonder if killing you here would draw the pursuit of Kamar-Taj?" Tony's sneer was relentless. "If you weren't a Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, you'd already be dead."
Daring to act so brazenly on Earth? He was only able to do so because he had the Sorcerer Supreme backing him. Otherwise, countless powerhouses would have ganged up and beaten him to death long ago.
The Sorcerer's eyes were bloodshot, looking as if they would split open. His heavy, ragged breaths were laced with a deep hostility and hatred for Tony. Why? Why was this person able to act so arrogantly before Kamar-Taj? Why did this person dare to be so arrogant before Kamar-Taj? I am a noble Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, a natural savior of the world. Why must I tolerate this fellow?
Just as the Sorcerer was about to hurl the spark in his hand, Tony was already on high alert.
The introductory Magic of Kamar-Taj was the incredibly powerful Spatial Teleportation. It could be used as a Space Rend to kill people, to absorb and redirect enemy attacks, and at critical moments, to escape or launch a sneak attack.
A single introductory spell was unreasonably and versatilely powerful.
Even if the Sorcerer before him was only at an introductory Level, he was still very troublesome.
"That's enough, both of you! Stop it!"
A portal of sparks suddenly appeared, and a dark-skinned man stepped out. He gave Tony a deep look, not of disgust or aversion, but with a peculiar sort of scrutiny.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Beneath his calm expression was a rage suppressed to its absolute limit, like a blazing volcano on the verge of eruption. When the time came, the scorching magma would burst forth and incinerate everything.
Tony knew that Kamar-Taj wouldn't be so easy for an outsider to find. What kind of final boss jumps out before their minions?
But he couldn't tolerate being watched like a performing monkey.
Not to mention the youth whose neck he had just snapped with his bare hands. That vicious expression, that decisive action, that cruel gaze... this boy had definitely killed before!
Ever since Tony arrived in Nepal, he had been wandering around every day looking for people. By the same token, it wasn't the first or second time he had been accosted by local gangs of thugs. Tony always asked just one question. If they couldn't answer, he would choke them to death. If they could... no one had ever been able to answer, but their fate was still to be choked to death by Tony.
The kind get bullied. This was a saying Tony believed in most deeply. Forbearance? That sort of nonsense only existed when everyone was more or less equal, for instance, among a group of ordinary people.
When everyone is an ordinary human, killable with a kitchen knife that costs a few bucks, there is naturally no distinction between noble and lowly. Since one slash could kill anyone, one naturally had to be a bit more "forbearing." Fewer and fewer people were willing to truly back others into a corner. What if you really pushed someone to the point of desperation? After all, everyone was just an ordinary human who could die from a single slash.
Aside from those with fierce tempers and extraordinary courage, very few ordinary people were willing to fight to the death when faced with a group of local thugs trying to rob them.
Those with low strength must naturally be forbearing when facing those with high strength. Not doing so meant certain death.
But Tony was a person of high strength. Forbearance in the face of those with low strength? How was that possible? Of course, he would just choke them to death. If even he had to be forbearing, then who would answer for the ordinary people plundered by this scum?
Were they born to be robbed? Did they deserve to be robbed?
Tony wouldn't indulge this lot. Being robbed three, four, five times—anyone would get pissed off. And when Tony got pissed off, he killed people. Once they were all dead, there would naturally be no more robberies.
He had killed the father. Since the son was no good either, he naturally killed him as well.
"You villain! You shouldn't have killed this child!"
The newcomer wore the signature robes of Kamar-Taj and a strange, ring-like magical item on his hand. He roared at Tony, his voice stern and sharp.
"You should have said that when I first arrived in Nepal and started my killing spree, not after you've watched a monkey show for over a month! And you definitely shouldn't have jumped out at a sensitive moment like me killing a child! Don't tell me this is all a coincidence! That you just happened to come out to receive me, just happened to see me kill this boy, and then just happened to intervene!"
Tony sneered, viciously throwing the boy's still-warm corpse at the man's head. The Sorcerer, his face contorted, managed to catch the body, which weighed several dozen pounds.
Tony sneered. This boy had definitely killed before, likely more than one person. His emotions could be interpreted as righteous indignation, but his precise and decisive movements, without a trace of hesitation or trembling, could not be faked!
He had killed plenty of similar scum, but this was the first time he had killed a scummy teenager.
"I don't mind a test, but the best test should be one that's conducted subtly, pretending there's no test at all. Besides, this low-level ploy of testing one's sincerity is an old, worn-out trick in the Outside World. Only an idiot like you, who suddenly gains power and becomes self-important, would treat it as a golden rule."
"Don't compare me to those who have nowhere else to turn and come to Kamar-Taj as a last resort. I owe the Sorcerer Supreme, but I don't owe people like you."
The Sorcerer was deeply enraged. Looking at the corpse in his hands, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. "Someone like you doesn't deserve to enter Kamar-Taj. It would be a defilement..."
He clutched the body tightly, flames of fury erupting from his eyes.
"Perhaps. Perhaps I truly am unworthy of a sacred place like Kamar-Taj. But at least I've understood one thing: people like you are even more unworthy than I am. I kill guilty adults, and you watch with relish. I kill a guilty teenager, and you jump out, unable to contain your rage, to stop me? What were you doing before! If you didn't want someone like me to set foot in Kamar-Taj, you shouldn't have appeared at all! Or you should have expelled me from the very beginning! You waited until you'd had your fun watching the show before you decided to jump out and intervene?"
You're angry? I'm even more fucking furious! You watched me like a monkey for a month! You don't want me to enter Kamar-Taj? It's a simple matter of a few words. All you had to do was say, "The Sorcerer Supreme does not wish to see you," and I would have turned and left.
So what if it's the secret of the Soul? At worst, I'll just patiently wait for the Chitauri to invade Earth and then seize the opportunity to snatch the Mind Stone from Loki!
Tony was no Doctor Strange, who had stumbled into Nepal in desperation, his hands ruined and unable to even fight back.
He was a Metahuman with a rather nasty reputation!
You dare to rob me? Not wiping out your entire family is already a blessing!
Kamar-Taj definitely knew this, if only because he was someone mentioned by the Sorcerer Supreme! Even Wong at the New York Sanctum knew, so how could the monitoring Sorcerers at Kamar-Taj's headquarters not know?
"You villain! You despicable scoundrel! You are not worthy of mentioning Kamar-Taj, nor are you worthy of mentioning the Sorcerer Supreme!" The Sorcerer's expression was savage, his face flushed red—whether from anger at Tony or from sheer humiliation, Tony suspected it was more of the latter.
The Sorcerer waved his hand fiercely. A faint spark brewed in his palm, and along with a violent energy fluctuation, the energy sparks that erupted under the spell's drive became restless and unstable.
"I wonder if killing you here would draw the pursuit of Kamar-Taj?" Tony's sneer was relentless. "If you weren't a Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, you'd already be dead."
Daring to act so brazenly on Earth? He was only able to do so because he had the Sorcerer Supreme backing him. Otherwise, countless powerhouses would have ganged up and beaten him to death long ago.
The Sorcerer's eyes were bloodshot, looking as if they would split open. His heavy, ragged breaths were laced with a deep hostility and hatred for Tony. Why? Why was this person able to act so arrogantly before Kamar-Taj? Why did this person dare to be so arrogant before Kamar-Taj? I am a noble Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, a natural savior of the world. Why must I tolerate this fellow?
Just as the Sorcerer was about to hurl the spark in his hand, Tony was already on high alert.
The introductory Magic of Kamar-Taj was the incredibly powerful Spatial Teleportation. It could be used as a Space Rend to kill people, to absorb and redirect enemy attacks, and at critical moments, to escape or launch a sneak attack.
A single introductory spell was unreasonably and versatilely powerful.
Even if the Sorcerer before him was only at an introductory Level, he was still very troublesome.
"That's enough, both of you! Stop it!"
A portal of sparks suddenly appeared, and a dark-skinned man stepped out. He gave Tony a deep look, not of disgust or aversion, but with a peculiar sort of scrutiny.
(end of chapter)
