Marvel DxD: The New Sorcerer Supreme

"If you're truly a devil. Then is it true that your kind has a way to make us powerful?" An unknown middle-aged wizard stepped forward with a question, greed evident in his eyes.

The others, albeit feeling a bit weird from his question, were also curious about the answer that I'd give.

How wonderful, out of all the questions they could ask me, they asked if I could make them powerful.

"If I can really do that, then there's no point of me asking you to pledge your allegiances to me." In layman's terms, my vague answer equals to 'No'.

The crowd grew disheartened by my answer and I can already feel some of them wanting to leave already.

Sigh, human greed truly knows no bounds, no matter what era they're in.

"If that's your goal on why you are here, then I would kindly ask you to leave the tower. People who crave power is less likely to get it than someone who don't." With that being said, a simple flick of my hand conjured several portals underneath the feet of those greedy wizards before swallowing them whole, not even managing to voice out a scream of fear.

"Anyone else?" My cold eyes scanned around the remaining less than a hundred wizards. Obviously, there are no more greedy wizards among them, I'm simply establishing dominance here.

Unless of course the said wizards are able to swallow their greed and hide it from me earlier which is almost impossible for someone like me who can read a person like an open book.

"To those who are still here, my offer still stands. Pledge your allegiance to me and the Mystic Society's doors are open for you. We may not be strong now but we would grow. My only promise to you is that as long as you're under my umbrella, no harm will come on your way." I declared, before continuing but in my mind.

'Unless of course, under certain circumstances.'

I can't say that out loud obviously, it would just destroy their expressions full of reverence towards me.

Can't have them decreasing now, do we?

Once everyone stayed and none dared to move an inch, I smiled.

"Welcome to the Mystic Society, wizards and witches." My words were greeted by howls of excitement from the wizards, as if they've finally found a new home for the likes of them.

After all, the human world is harsh to them, especially to the witches whom people started hunting recently.

'This is my people…My allies.' I couldn't help but slightly tear up at the sight of them, conjuring meads and meats out of nothing to feast upon.

My vision is slowly coming true. To stand at the pinnacle of this world.

***

"These will be your new rings." I said while letting several rings I fetched from the study room float around them.

I have prepared hundreds of these just in case after learning how to create them, although less than a hundred joined.

"They're enchanted with several of my runes, think of it like your own magic rings but more powerful and can open portals like what I did earlier." I explained, introducing the new effects of the Magic Rings to them.

"As for the Portal conjuration, Balthazar would be the one to teach you on that field. On the other hand, once you learned it, I would be your next teacher. I'll teach you all about my own set of magic spells called the Mystic Arts. It requires no magic circles, calculations and you can cast them even without your Magic Rings."

To demonstrate, I conjured two whips on both of my hands and waved it around them before they morphed into Tao Mandalases.

I showcased more of the Mystic Arts spells such as the Mirror Dimension which they clamored as the strongest spell they've seen.

Images of Ikkon, which they deemed very versatile and lifesaver.

Forced Astral Projection, which is useful against physically strong opponents but weak in spirit.

Transmutation, which they compared to their own traditional Transmutation spell before declaring mine as stronger and better.

I showed them many more, ensuring that they would learn all of it and become a powerhouse in the universe.

Although I didn't learn many spells back in Kamar-Taj during my stay there but thanks to my Marvel Cinematic Universe knowledge, specifically on Dr. Strange, I managed to replicate most of the spells through Devil Magic, powered by my imagination.

So far, I managed to replicate the Images of Ikkon, Shield of the Seraphim, Sword of Vishanti, and even the infamous Crimson Bands of Cyytorak in which he added an effect of once you're bound by it, you wouldn't be able to use your mana as it would block the channel, so you can only use physical strength to get out of it.

Settling the new wizards and witches to their respective rooms, I finally returned to my study room, sitting on the chair and leaning back with a satisfied sigh.

'Although we're still small and lacking in numbers. But I'll make sure that in no time, our population would reach more than a million, perhaps.'

Maybe I should start a school? For wizards and witches. Like Hogwarts. Now that'll be something worth trying.

"So many plans yet why does it seems like I have so little time? Is it because of the upcoming Great War? Is that it?" I muttered to myself while staring at the ceiling.

"I should get some sleep. I need rest. I haven't slept for like a month, I think?" Closing my eyes, I kept muttering under my breath until I feel the darkness closing it and drowsiness engulfing me.

***

"How troublesome. I could've enjoyed myself in the human world and instead, here I am, searching for dad's father's killer. How fantastic." Yawning, Hermes intensified the flap of boots' wings, throttling his speed faster.

A few weeks earlier, after discovering that the titan of Time, Kronos was killed from Tartarus, the entire Greek Pantheon grew alarmed and they sent him, the God of travels to search for the killer.

A heavy yet mundane task for someone like him.

Searching for the Titan Lord's killer is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

If this killer indeed killed the Lord of Time, Kronos, no doubt they would be strong enough to hide their traces.

It's simply impossible even for him, to find a person like that.

Not to mention, he's simply a God of Travel not hunting, in fact, this should've been his half-sister's task, not his.

Artemis is the Goddess of Hunt, she should be the one doing this job, not him.

The only reason behind it is because Artemis has long distanced herself from Mount Olympus, almost impossible to contact.

"I should definitely take some rest. It's not like dad is expecting me to find the killer in a month. A year isn't even that long for us." With a sigh, Hermes stretched his limbs and flew towards the nearest civilization that he sensed.

Landing far away from the village, Hermes placed an illusion over his figure, morphing his appearance from godly to average.

This is the best way to blend in with humans, after all. Become average like them.

"Halt! A piece of silver for entry, please!" Walking straight to the front gates, Hermes found himself face-to-face with the guards

"Oh right." Hermes muttered to himself before presenting his palm where a piece of leaf rested.

The guards looked at it and one might think they would lash out on Hermes, but unexpectedly, they smiled and allowed him to enter.

"Welcome to our humble village!" With a nod of his head, Hermes entered.

'Humans are seriously weak against such things, falling for such a simple illusion.' Hermes smirked to himself, mocking the vulnerability of humans to supernatural things.

Roaming the village's premises, Hermes finally found a place to rest, an inn where he rented a room for 'free'.

"Tsk. This bed is too hard." Hermes complained, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the bed in an inn room.

With nothing else to do and the bed just giving him back pain, Hermes decided to explore more of the village he found himself.

"First, the Tavern. I need a good drink after flying for a whole day."

***

I don't know how long has passed when I finally woke up in my study.

"Shit! I forgot my students! I was supposed to train them today!" Slapping myself on the forehead, I quickly conjured a portal and crossed, entering the Sanctum Sanctorum.

I spread my senses around the Snactum and sensed them gathering in the training grounds.

They're still training? It's already midnight?!

Just as I was about to approach them, I immediately frowned when I noticed that they're not alone, there's an unfamiliar magical signature among them.

I should've focused on placing defensive runes on the Sanctum Sanctorum first! Dammit!

Didn't I tell them to not talk to strangers?

Marching towards the training grounds, I prepared myself for an inevitable battle.

Sure I'm just a High-class devil but if we're talking about my overall capabilities including techniques and experience, I might not be less than someone who just entered Ultimate-class.

Yes, that's how confident I am in myself.

Through the heavens and the earth, I alone, am the confident one.

I got that from my nerdy co-worker back in my previous life.

Slowly inching towards the entrance of the training grounds, my sharp ears can hear what's happening inside.

"Heh~ you can really do that, Peter?" The first voice I heard was Tam's.

'Peter? Who the fuck is that?' My eyebrows furrowed. The reply soon came after, coming from a light tone voice of a man, not too heavy but also not too light. It sounds like someone who has just entered their puberty.

"Of course! I'll show you! I can really fly!"

'Wait. Peter? Fly? Peter Pan?!'

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