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I held her gaze, letting a moment pass before answering.

"Yes, I'm not here for a philosophical debate," I said, injecting confidence into my voice. Coming here was a calculated risk, one I'd been prepared to take.

Her calm expression didn't shift as she tilted her head slightly. "Then why are you here, child?" she asked softly, her tone devoid of judgment but heavy with curiosity.

I smirked faintly, masking the storm of emotions beneath. "Shouldn't you already know why I'm here?"

Her soft smile grew a fraction wider. "I know why one would seek the mystic arts. I even know why you seek them. But I ask out of courtesy," she replied, her words deliberate, her eyes unwavering.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke with determination. "I seek power to find someone… and to deal with them."

Her serene expression didn't falter, but her gaze seemed to sharpen, peering into my very being. "To get justice… or revenge?"

"Both," I answered without hesitation.

Her smile faded, replaced with a contemplative expression. "It cannot be both, my child," she said, lowering her eyes toward my feet—not my feet exactly, but my shadow. She was staring at K, who had merged seamlessly into my shadow.

Her words gave me pause, but I refused to let her see any doubt. "Why can't it be both? Justice is putting people where they belong, and revenge is for what they've done. They aren't mutually exclusive," I argued.

In truth, I didn't know the full story of this body's past—whether the original owner had been good, bad, or something in between. But I felt a duty to uncover the truth and settle things, no matter what.

The Ancient One closed her eyes briefly, as if weighing my words, then opened them again with renewed clarity.

"You know," she began, her voice calm but tinged with something unspoken, "I have been the protector of this world for centuries. I have shielded it from countless tragedies… and allowed others to unfold. Until yesterday, I could see the future clearly. Now, I cannot see the future clearly as before." She paused, her smile returning faintly. "And now I understand why."

Her words sent a jolt of unease through me. "What do you mean by that?" I asked cautiously, readying myself to use [Shadow Step] if things went south.

She noticed my tension and chuckled softly. "Do not worry. I will not harm you. Your presence has already altered the timeline. I asked that question to see your intent—not for the future of the world, but for yourself. To see if you're truly evil."

I frowned, my fists tightening. "And what's your answer?"

She stood, moving gracefully toward the door. Her voice carried an air of finality. "That is for me to reveal when I choose to. For now, your training begins tomorrow… Miss Rin."

I blinked in surprise as she disappeared through the doorway, leaving me alone in the room. Her words lingered, raising more questions than answers.

But one thing was certain—my journey to master the mystic arts had just begun.

As the Ancient One gestured for me to follow her, I stood from the chair and silently walked behind her. The serenity of the room seemed to follow us, the only sounds being the faint shuffle of our steps.

We didn't exchange words, and the silence stretched as we navigated the dimly lit halls of the Sanctum. Eventually, we came upon the same man I had encountered upon my arrival.

The Ancient One stopped and turned slightly, her serene expression unchanging. "This is Master Mordo," she said, gesturing toward him. "He oversees the early training of recruits in the fighting arts."

Mordo nodded curtly, his demeanor sharp and disciplined.

Turning to him, she continued, "Master Mordo, please show our new recruit to her quarters."

Without waiting for a response, the Ancient One left, her robes flowing like a whispering breeze, leaving me behind with Mordo.

He regarded me with a measured gaze before speaking. "Follow me," he said simply, his tone neither warm nor cold—just neutral, like the man himself.

I followed Mordo through another set of hallways, the walls lined with mystical relics and symbols that seemed to hum faintly with energy. The air carried an aura of mystery and purpose, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Finally, we arrived at a modest yet comfortable room. The wooden floor was polished, the bed, cabinet simple but inviting, and a small desk sat by the window, overlooking the courtyard.

"This will be your quarters during your stay here," Mordo said, stepping aside to let me enter. "Training Being tomorrow and here. "

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For the first time, his stern expression cracked into a faint smirk. "yes"

With that, he turned and left, leaving me alone in the room.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, walking over to the desk to glance out the window. The courtyard below was bustling with other practitioners, some sparring, others meditating, and a few conjuring glowing, golden shapes in the air.

A faint smile crept across my face.

"Well," I muttered to myself, "this is going to be interesting."

 so I walked over to the cabinet near the wall and opened it. To my surprise, everything I owned was neatly arranged inside—clothes, my laptop, and even the stack of money I'd taken from the warehouse.

"She brought all of this while I was talking to her," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in amazement. It dawned on me just how precise and calculated the Ancient One was. She had no intention of killing me, not now anyway.

It was a stark reminder: people who can see the future are not the kind you mess with.

I pulled my laptop from the cabinet, placed it on the desk, and powered it on. The familiar hum of the machine filled the quiet room. My plan was simple—do some research and get a better understanding of the state of this world. It wasn't exactly the world I remembered from the comics and movies, but the similarities were enough to warrant concern.

First on my list: Spider-Man. "How long has the wall-crawler been active?" I wondered aloud as I began typing. From what I'd seen so far, this world seemed to be in the early stages of superhero activity. If Spider-Man was still in high school, that could work to my advantage. A less experienced Spidey meant fewer entanglements with him... hopefully.

Next, I turned my attention to the X-Men. Just thinking about them gave me a headache. The X-Men were a chaotic mess of timelines, internal conflict, and cosmic-level threats. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I muttered, "Phoenix Force… please don't let it be active yet."

The Phoenix Force was one of the most dangerous entities in existence. It had a penchant for choosing younger hosts, usually Jean Grey, and turning them into a near-unstoppable cosmic power. And then there was Mister Sinister—a manipulative geneticist with an obsession for creating the "perfect mutant." His schemes alone were enough to keep even the most seasoned heroes awake at night if hero even know he existed

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as the laptop continued to churn out search results.

"This is going to be a nightmare," I sighed.

My thoughts drifted to my encounter with Daredevil. He was skilled, but he didn't feel like a world-breaker. There were others, though, like Kingpin or the Hand, who could become problems down the line.

Closing the laptop, I sighed. "Okay," I said to myself, "first step: learn magic. Second step: avoid cosmic-level disasters. Third step: survive."

For now, the future was uncertain, but I wasn't about to sit back and wait for it to come crashing down on me.

Still, knowledge was power, and if I wanted to navigate this world, I needed to understand its players, threats, and opportunities.

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