"At first when I heard you say, 'These Berserkers fight like Beasts,' I thought it was an exaggeration."
Harry said with a Strange expression, not expecting that it wasn't an exaggeration, but just a plain statement.
Randolph wiped his face: "Back in the day, we would wear the hides of powerful creatures as armor, and we had other warriors covering us when we charged—we certainly didn't fight like that."
This former Berserker still wanted to salvage some of his powerful and mysterious image.
However, those young people who "fought like Beasts" were truly shocking; the way they stepped into traps was like a bunch of little white rabbits running headfirst into a wooden stake.
"Fine, whatever, I want to know how this magic works." Harry also knew that the Berserkers of the past certainly wouldn't have been like this, so he changed the subject.
"This weapon combines Odin's runes with Vanir sorcery, which can plunge people into a state of rage and grant them extraordinary power," Randolph explained.
A state of rage, sorcery, runes—Harry had to say that this was truly a blind spot in the knowledge of Earthlings.
He might have to study these things himself; after all, apart from himself, no one under his command currently possessed adequate superpowers.
Only the spiritual ability he possessed could barely count as a superpower, and he happened to have the Mind Stone in his hands.
Having listened to a long, confusing explanation, Harry said: "Alright, Professor Randolph, thank you for your help in this incident. You can go back to doing what you want to do."
"The payment has already been sent to your account. I hope you can provide guidance to the mythology research group from time to time in the future and give me some information about Asgard, such as the stones you tap or the customs of other races."
Randolph smiled and said: "I thought you would force me to stay here and work for you."
"Well, forced employees don't work hard. If you get tired of university life and want to do something else, Osborn can certainly help. You would just need to give us a little advice."
"A very fair condition. You're a good person."
The two shook hands amicably; everyone got what they wanted. It was perfect.
As for Coulson, he didn't get anything and fell into deep thought on his Airbus plane.
"I told you, Osborn is very powerful and does things meticulously. We can't beat them to it," Skye said, shrugging on the side.
As soon as these words were spoken, the few members of the team looked at her—it wasn't the first time Osborn had solved a problem before them, so it wasn't the first time Skye had said this either.
The Berserker Staff was quickly delivered to the European branch. Harry, wearing gloves, pieced the thing together.
In his perception, this thing was indeed a bit different; some kind of energy seemed to be permeating the surroundings.
"Let's start with these runes for magic; let me take a look at this thing."
Before Harry could start operating it, he felt the surrounding space change—it seemed to have frozen.
This feeling made him very uncomfortable, as if he had traveled through several Worlds in an instant, making it hard to adapt. Immediately after, an orange-yellow ring of fire appeared in the air—
Harry's pupils constricted: This is a portal!
Sure enough, the next moment, a thin woman dressed in yellow robes stepped out of the portal—the Sorcerer Supreme Gu Yi!
"Hello, Mr. Osborn. Nice to meet you, I am the Ancient One."
The Ancient One smiled very kindly, but Harry knew that the sorcerer beneath this friendly face was not some saintly character.
As the Sorcerer Supreme, she had always been guarding the Earth dimension from being invaded by some evil existences from other dimensions, and her own strength was quite exaggerated.
Why was she looking for him? It couldn't be that his system was a dimensional invasion, could it?
"Nice to meet you. Who are you? What are you doing here?" Harry acted cautiously.
If the Ancient One saw through anything, with his current level, he clearly wouldn't be able to outplay the Ancient One.
But fortunately, the Ancient One generally wouldn't do anything to these "local residents."
"This has to start with my duty. I have been protecting this World, so I noticed that you recently seemed to have opened a door to Alfheim through the World Tree. I want to know what you did there and what you want to do."
"Why don't you tell me first what kind of trick this is? magic? It doesn't look like the same thing the Asgardians use," Harry retorted.
"Yes, this is magic. Would you like to experience it?" The Ancient One maintained her smile.
Hearing this, Harry thought of the scene in Doctor Strange 1 where Strange was toyed with by the Ancient One, and he shook his head hesitantly.
"You have talent, Mr. Osborn. So, shall we return to the initial question?"
This "talent" didn't know if it referred to his spiritual ability or the fact that Harry had opened a portal to Alfheim, but Harry knew this wasn't the time to quibble with the Ancient One about talent.
Harry steadied himself and said: "Just like humans once did, discover the unknown, explore the unknown, and then move forward—if sorcerers also watch TV, you should know that Osborn has always advocated for extraterrestrial development."
"Ha, a dangerous element."
As she spoke, the Ancient One used magic to outline Earth, then outlined a thin golden protective film outside Earth, with some pitch-black things outside the protective film.
"This is our Universe. Outside our Universe, there are many other Universes, as well as the gaps between Universes—those places are very dangerous."
"And the thing separating us from these dangerous creatures is just this thin layer of protective film?"
"That's right, Mr. Osborn. It seems our conversation is very pleasant; that is exactly what I wanted to say." The Ancient One nodded with a smile.
But this still doesn't make sense?
According to the information obtained so far, the Nine Realms are just different Planets in the same Universe as Earth; this has nothing to do with tearing dimensions or attracting demons from other dimensions.
Just as Harry was confused, the Ancient One continued: "I noticed that you not only opened a portal to Alfheim but also started studying Asgardian magic. I told you this, hoping you would have an understanding of our situation."
"And then? I understand, and I am willing to believe your statement. I haven't found any danger in my current research."
"That's good, because there was another entrepreneur in the past who didn't listen to advice and conducted dangerous experiments. I don't want to deal with another such entrepreneur—I hope we can establish a friendly relationship." The Ancient One said, maintaining her unchanging smile.
"So this is just a 'hello' type of meeting?" Harry probed.
"Yes, that's it. My address is in the center of Greenwich Village, 177A Bleecker Street. I hope you can communicate with me in advance when you conduct some dangerous experiments."
"Of course—if anything, I hope to get some advice from professionals."
Harry decisively agreed to the Ancient One's request. Harry roughly guessed who the entrepreneur the Ancient One had dealt with was, but he really didn't have any ideas about destroying the World, so he naturally cooperated with the Ancient One's work.
The Ancient One continued: "There is one more thing. In the future, a Doctor might come to you because of finger injuries. I hope you refuse his request and do not treat him."
Harry was stunned—thinking to himself, this is the key reason, right?
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