Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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"What Merlin reincarnation? What Supreme Sorcerer? I have no idea what you're talking about."

David swallowed nervously, clutching the dragon ring that had been with him for ten years. Remembering the cryptic words of the magician at the antique shop back then, he shook his head.

His life was good now, and he had no desire to get involved with mysterious magicians or their fantastical claims.

"How about this? Let me tell you a story. It's one I heard from a very old magician," George said calmly.

He didn't seem bothered by David's denial. His primary goal was to establish a connection with David and stay by his side long enough to meet the great magician Balthazar later.

"In the year 740... So, since you have this dragon ring, Balthazar must have been trying to locate the reincarnation of Merlin," George continued.

"No, no, no. You must be mistaken. This is all just a coincidence," David insisted, unwilling to believe he was some kind of reincarnation of Merlin.

George shook his head.

"Your denial doesn't matter. Sooner or later, a Morgana-aligned magician will find you and kill you."

"I can protect you," George said firmly. "All I ask is that when you become the Supreme Sorcerer, you help me break this transformation spell and restore my human body."

"K-Kill me? That can't be right... right?" David's pupils contracted in fear. At only nineteen, the thought of dying was utterly terrifying.

"Yes, they will kill you—and in a most gruesome way. They'll use magic to tear your body apart piece by piece. Then they'll burn your soul with magical flames for 365 days, making you wish for death, until your soul completely disintegrates."

George's grim tone had David trembling. Only when David's fear was evident did George ask, "What do you think of this deal?"

"If you can truly protect me, then yes, if I ever become the Supreme Sorcerer, I promise to help you regain your human form," David replied, nodding quickly.

Then, as if to cover his bases, he added, "But let me make one thing clear: I might not even be the Merlin reincarnation you're talking about. If that turns out to be the case, don't blame me.

Oh, and if you're planning to stay here, you'll need to pay for your own food. I can't afford to feed a panda."

"Fair enough. Now, go back to sleep. I won't disturb you anymore," George said with a faint smile on his panda face.

He stood up, left the cramped bedroom, and settled himself in the living room. Dropping onto the couch, he pulled out the thick Book of Morgana and began reading it carefully.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, David lay down again but found himself unable to fall asleep.

To him, everything that had just happened was even more surreal than what he'd experienced ten years ago in that antique shop. He needed time to sort through his thoughts.

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"So there's an actual ranking system for magicians in this world?"

In the living room, George flipped through the Book of Morgana, reading its introduction to basic magical knowledge. He discovered that the world's magicians were categorized into a thousand levels.

A magician begins at Level 1, steadily advancing by accumulating magic power through meditation and deepening their understanding of magic. Once a magician surpasses Level 500, they essentially become immune to death by aging.

Currently, only two magicians were known to have reached the pinnacle of Level 1000: Morgana and Merlin.

As George delved further into the book's explanation of this world's magical hierarchy, dawn began to break.

Around six o'clock, a groggy David, sporting two dark circles under his eyes, emerged from his bedroom.

"Good morning, David!"

"Good morning... panda."

"You can call me George."

"George, honestly, I still think..." David started, hesitating as he trailed off.

David nervously glanced at George, seated calmly on the sofa, preparing to voice a decision he had spent three hours deliberating.

After careful consideration, he concluded that keeping a talking panda at home would be far too inconvenient. Besides, in the past ten years, no magician had ever attacked him. Perhaps none ever would.

But David hesitated, worried that rejecting George might provoke the panda's wrath.

"Oh, hold on a moment."

George, having already discerned David's thoughts, waved a furry paw. With a flick, he cast a cooking spell. The sounds of utensils clinking and sizzling filled the kitchen.

In less than a minute, a fragrant, perfectly plated breakfast appeared on the dining table.

"Clean and pristine!"

With another wave, George activated a household spell, transforming the messy apartment into a spotless, professionally cleaned space.

"Repaired like new!"

Finally, George pointed at the old, broken refrigerator in the corner. Under the influence of his repair spell, the appliance was not only fixed but looked brand new, as if it had just come off the showroom floor.

After completing his display of magic, George turned to David and asked casually, "Now, what was it you were saying, David?"

"N-nothing! I mean, I was just wondering if sleeping on the sofa might be uncomfortable for you. Should I buy you a new bed?" David stammered, his eyes gleaming as he spoke.

In that moment, his earlier doubts vanished. Keeping George around suddenly seemed like the best idea he'd ever had.

If magicians did come to attack him in the future, George could protect him. If they didn't, it didn't matter—where else could he find a panda who made breakfast, cleaned the house, and fixed appliances?

Having a panda like this? Priceless.

"No need," George said with a smile. "Most of the time, I'll stay in this box. Just carry it with you, and if you're ever in danger, open it and call for me."

With that, George retrieved a small box from his dimensional space—the same one that had housed Drake—and climbed inside effortlessly.

David watched in amazement as George, much larger than the palm-sized box, squeezed into it without issue. He picked up the box, staring at it in disbelief.

"Magic... It's truly incredible!"

For the first time in years, David felt his long-dormant fascination with magic rekindling.

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After breakfast, David slipped the box into his pocket and began his daily walk to university.

Meanwhile, inside the box, George wasted no time. He located Drake and enlisted his help in mastering the magical knowledge and principles of this world.

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A week passed in the blink of an eye.

David experienced no attacks from Horvath's forces, nor did Balthazar show up. This suggested that both magicians remained locked in their magical stalemate.

During this week, David and George grew much closer, and George made significant progress in understanding Morgana's magic system.

He had mastered the meditation technique used by this world's magicians to enhance their magical power and had also learned the Ring of Morgana.

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"Rise!"

Inside the box, George opened his eyes, now blazing with intensity. Crimson flames erupted around him as his hands performed intricate movements.

The air shimmered as rings engraved with special runes appeared, gradually forming a complete, circular magic array.

This was the Ring of Morgana. Standing within it enhanced a magician's efficiency, whether meditating, learning spells, or practicing magic.

(End of Chapter)