Marvel: You Call This A Sorcerer?

From a certain perspective, Ronan himself did not know whether he had profited or lost out.

Because when he woke up, that huge pie chart was still glowing in front of him.

It's just that now, it had turned from three colors into four.

Previously, he had seen blue, black, and white, each occupying thirty-three percent.

And the remaining one percent was a brand-new color that Ronan could not find words to describe.

Of course, it's not that Ronan was colorblind, nor that he had any issues.

He really didn't know how to describe that color.

White mixed with blue, blue mixed with black, and the black still had a little bit of white.

In short, that one percent was formed by fusing all three colors together into a single hue.

As for whether there were any changes physically or mentally…

Ronan didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt like his control over his body seemed stronger.

This was not a change in physical fitness, but rather a deeper-level change.

For example, previously, if Ronan wanted his arm to make a certain movement, from the brain sending a signal to the arm, and then to every finger—let's say it took one second.

Now, if Ronan wanted to do the same movement, he might only need 0.7 seconds, or even less.

Of course, Ronan had never tested this timing; this was just how he felt.

Apart from that, Ronan's dynamic vision also seemed to have improved a lot.

This also required some testing by Ronan.

As for other aspects…

Ronan had not felt anything else yet.

In summary, at least from the current standpoint, there were only benefits and no drawbacks!

Why say "current"?

Because when Ronan woke up, it was actually the alarm on his phone that woke him.

Ronan had to carry his schoolbag and head off to face his teachers again.

The superhero Mr. Fantastic, who once again saved the Earth, was once more sitting in that very familiar classroom.

Whether in his previous life or this one, Ronan had never understood one thing:

Why is it that teachers, no matter which country, all have this magical power?

That is, whenever they start lecturing at length, Ronan's upper and lower eyelids cooperate very tacitly and start to fight each other.

You poke me once, I poke you back.

Until both eyelids are impatient from the other's poking, they finally embrace and wrestle closely.

Although Ronan was extremely curious about this, he still kept trying to break them up and continued listening to the teacher impart knowledge.

Even if he had already heard most of this knowledge in his past life.

Finally, at the instant the bell rang for the class to end, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to have also heard the end-of-round bell, and once again separated in tacit understanding.

This was more magical than Kamar-Taj's magic.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang, Peter Parker waved to Ronan and was the first to rush out of the classroom.

As for his hurried steps, Ronan had received relevant memories from his clone.

Now Peter Parker was starting an internship at Oscorp, so every day after class, he rarely stayed in the classroom.

This had been the case ever since the internship results were announced.

He received a promise from Oscorp that if he performed well during these high school years, he could continue to be an intern there even after entering college.

How to put it…

Anyway, a capitalist dangled a pie in front of him, and Peter Parker fell for it.

As for Peter Parker's low-IQ performance, Ronan could only express appropriate encouragement.

Mm, work hard.

It seems like the Ancient One also has a little bit of shares in Oscorp, right?

"Let's go, Ronan."

While Ronan was silently encouraging Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy appeared behind Ronan.

She was going to Stark Industries for her internship.

That's right, Stark Industries made their selection and ultimately chose Gwen Stacy.

And Ronan did not escape selection either; he was also chosen by Stark Industries to become an "honored" intern.

Of course, his position was different from Gwen Stacy's.

Gwen Stacy held a solid R&D position, following some scientists at Stark Industries to develop some very new things.

Ronan couldn't even understand what those things were just by hearing their names, let alone read any design schematics.

"How's work on your side?"

"I heard it's a newly established department?"

As the two walked toward the school gate, Gwen Stacy asked.

She only knew that the department Ronan was assigned to was newly formed. As for what it did, most people had no idea.

"Ah…"

"It is indeed a new department."

"To tell you the truth, you might not believe it, I don't even know exactly what I'm supposed to do."

"Right now, my daily task is to slack off, loaf around, and lie in the office playing games."

Ronan curled his lips as he spoke, and he was being honest.

Because in the entire department, Ronan was the only living human being, and the office was huge.

So Ronan's daily task was just lying in the office playing on his phone.

More importantly, it had already been two days, and not a single person had entered that office.

Oh, except for one young lady who took a wrong turn.

"So nice?"

"I'm busy to death every day, yet I can't even participate in the core parts."

Gwen Stacy pouted.

She wasn't someone who loved to complain, but she would say these things only when with Ronan.

"It's normal."

"Aren't interns always like this?"

"Working like a horse for the smallest salary."

Ronan chuckled. Whether in the East or the West, the world of capitalists was all the same.

One world, one kind of capitalist.

"Why don't I have luck as good as yours, going to such an idle department?"

Gwen Stacy very naturally linked her arm through Ronan's, and the two walked side by side.

Feeling Gwen Stacy's action, Ronan couldn't help tugging at the corner of his mouth.

When the clone was walking with Gwen Stacy, she never did this kind of action!

How did she distinguish it?

Also, based on the clone's memories, even when going to Stark Industries with him, Gwen Stacy behaved very restrained.

Just like ordinary friends.

When seeing that memory, Ronan even silently breathed a sigh of relief.

But why today…

"Don't worry, actually I have a unique trick."

"I can sense which one is you and which one isn't."

Gwen Stacy seemed to see through Ronan's thoughts and winked at him with a smile.

Huh?

Looking at Gwen Stacy's face, Ronan recalled what the Ancient One had told him before.

This might be one of those so-called innate talents?

However, seeing Gwen Stacy did not intend to explain more, Ronan also had no plans to ask.

Even normal married couples have their own secrets, let alone…

Uh…

Ronan scratched his head, not knowing what exactly their current relationship was.

Boyfriend and girlfriend?

Not quite, right?

Seeing Ronan about to speak but stopping, Gwen Stacy quietly turned her head and made a "V" sign to herself.

Because she remembered what her mother had told her.

A good man should be firmly held onto.

Back then, her mother had firmly held onto Gwen Stacy's father.

Screech!

Just as the two were chatting, a black SUV stopped right in front of them.

Through the window, Ronan saw two very familiar people.

Grant Ward and Skye.

A few days ago, when they followed Ronan, they were discovered by the experienced George Stacy, who then called in two SWAT teams.

It seems George Stacy's background was solid enough.

He forcibly detained these two for several days.

The two got out of the car and walked toward Ronan, looking like they wanted to start a fight.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and moved Gwen Stacy behind him with his right hand, facing these two alone.

He did not move even when they reached him.

He wanted to know what they intended to do.

"Call your father."

Ronan slightly tilted his head backward and said to Gwen Stacy.

Gwen Stacy had already taken out her phone and started dialing her father's number.

As soon as she made this call, the two opposite might have to stay in a cell for a few more days.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

"We're here with no malicious intent, we're not tailing you."

"We just have something to ask for your help."

Grant Ward hurriedly gestured for Gwen Stacy behind Ronan to calm down.

If she made that call, even if they captured him and dragged him off, it would be useless.

Unless they never set foot on American soil again.

Gwen Stacy did not listen to him. After pressing the last digit, she looked up at Ronan.

All it took was one word from Ronan, and she would press the call button.

"Don't rush, let's hear what he has to say."

Ronan patted Gwen Stacy's hand and then looked back at the two.

"So, you're not here for the same reason as last time, are you?"

Ever since Phil Coulson and Melinda May asked Ronan about "Mr. Fantastic," S.H.I.E.L.D. had never given up on him.

Whether it was Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D., they both wanted to find a breakthrough from Ronan's mouth.

But no matter what methods they used, they all failed.

"No, it's me who's looking for you."

"It's just some personal matter."

Skye stepped forward, and it seemed like her gaze carried a great deal of determination.

Before Ronan could react, Gwen Stacy also stepped forward, staring fiercely at Skye.

This woman's intentions weren't so simple!

"You go ahead, it's nothing important."

"Don't delay your work time, I'm fine here."

Ronan patted Gwen Stacy's hand, signaling her to leave first.

There were some things she shouldn't know for now, especially meeting with these people. It would do her no good.

Hearing Ronan's words, Gwen Stacy looked at Ronan first, and after seeing his affirmative eyes, she nodded.

However, before leaving, she showed the two of them her phone.

The meaning was obvious.

If anything happened to Ronan, they would definitely be in trouble.

This was a naked threat.

After Gwen Stacy completely walked away, Ronan turned his gaze to these two.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

A lovelorn pair.

If we talk about the relationship between these two, it's no different from some clichéd love drama.

First, they disliked each other, then as they spent time together, they slowly fell in love.

But in the end, due to their respective organizations, they became enemies, each wanting to kill the other.

Then later, the man failed and was captured, still declaring his love for her.

The woman tried hard to restrain her feelings, but it was useless.

Look at that, look at that.

If their workplace wasn't S.H.I.E.L.D., wouldn't this be just like watching a romance drama?

"So, what's your business with me?"

"For instance, do you want to ask about your own origins?"

"Or…"

Before Ronan finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Skye's expression of shock.

Because that's exactly what she wanted to ask!

"How do you know?"

"No, you know my identity?"

Although Skye said these two sentences together, they actually had no direct connection.

The first sentence was her surprise at how Ronan knew what she wanted to ask.

The second sentence was her shock that Ronan seemed to know her identity.

"Phil Coulson should have told you, that person can… temporarily borrow my body."

Ronan smiled at Skye.

Skye nodded. She had heard Phil Coulson say this.

But what did that have to do with what she wanted to know?

"I don't know if he's aware, but when he borrowed my body, a bit of memory remained."

"When he was talking with Phil Coulson, for some reason, your face appeared in his mind."

"And some images of unclear meaning flashed by."

Ronan pointed to his own brain, revealing another piece of information.

Teasing, who can't do it?

"What images?"

Skye asked urgently.

But Ronan shook his head.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Honestly, this is only our second meeting, right?"

"And my relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D.—to be frank—is not very harmonious, you could even say I dislike them."

"So why should I tell you?"

Ronan spread his hands.

Skye could not refute this.

Because what Ronan said made sense. He had no need to tell them.

The relationship between the two sides was not friendly at all. They nearly fought before.

So, it was perfectly natural for Ronan not to tell her.

"Sorry, I didn't think it through."

Skye lowered her head in despair, intending to leave.

Grant Ward grabbed her arm, wanting to speak to Ronan again.

After all, Skye's mysterious origin was something she had always pursued. It was her greatest dream.

Finally finding someone who had information, if she gave up now, she would regret it later.

"But we can make a small deal."

"If you help me with something, I can tell you these things."

"I can even reveal one of those images to you first."

Ronan smiled at Skye, proposing another option.

Hearing this, Skye's originally despairing face instantly turned to joy.

She looked at Ronan, eyes filled with gratitude.

"What is it?"

"As long as I can do it, I'll definitely agree!"

Skye said quickly.

However, Ronan shook his head and glanced at Grant Ward.

"Sorry, this matter requires only the two of us to know."

Ronan said with a smile.

Grant Ward froze for a moment and looked at Skye.

Skye also didn't expect Ronan to make such a request, and for a moment didn't know how to respond.

"There wouldn't be a second, third, fourth, or even more Skylines (Skye) here, would there?"

"Hmm? What do you think?"

Ronan tilted his head at Grant Ward, indicating that he should avoid involvement.

Grant Ward pursed his lips and said nothing more, directly returning to the car.

At this time, Skye looked at Ronan again.

"What do you want me to do?"

But Ronan did not immediately answer her. Instead, he reached out toward her ear.

Seeing his action, Skye instinctively tried to dodge.

However, Ronan's hand stopped, and he smiled: "Don't be nervous. I just don't want a second or third Skye appearing in our conversation."

After speaking, Ronan directly took out the earpiece from Skye's ear.

He casually threw it into the trash can beside them.

A huge noise made Grant Ward in the car quickly remove his own earphones.

That sound was simply unbearable for human ears!

However, removing his earpiece also caused him to miss Ronan's next move.

Ronan, at lightning speed, pressed the index finger of his right hand on Skye's forehead.

Then Skye heard only one sentence:

"Let me show you…"

"…this real world!"

Stark Industries.

Ronan took out his work badge and swiped it, smoothly passing through security and swaggering into Stark Industries.

After replying to Gwen Stacy's text message, Ronan pocketed his phone, took the elevator, and arrived at his workplace.

He didn't know whether Tony Stark did it intentionally or unintentionally, but Ronan's workplace was on the fourth-highest floor.

Above it was Tony Stark's private laboratory.

This was also why no one came to Ronan's floor.

Because it was close to Tony Stark's private residence, by default it wasn't considered an office area.

Whistling, Ronan walked to his workstation, turned on the computer, found that familiar streaming software, located the streamer who looked like a monkey, and adjusted himself into a comfortable position, leaning against the back of the chair to watch.

Previously, the clone followed Ronan's instructions not to reveal his identity, so he never watched anything sensitive on the computer.

He even used his own mobile data instead of Wi-Fi when playing on his phone.

But now, there was no need.

He had already been frank with Tony Stark about his identity.

So, he might as well be a "salary thief" and happily slack off.

High pay, little work, close to home.

This is the job many people dream of!

But after Ronan had slacked off for less than fifteen minutes, Tony Stark's figure slowly appeared on the other side.

No, to be precise, he was descending.

"A dignified Mr. Fantastic, yet in real life, you're like this."

"Aren't you afraid that if your fans found out, they would be so disappointed?"

Tony Stark walked up to Ronan and spoke with a face full of disdain.

Ronan curled his lips: "Don't talk nonsense. What Mr. Fantastic? I don't know anything about that."

Saying this, Ronan adjusted his posture.

The previous posture was not the most comfortable.

"I've had JARVIS seal off these two floors. You can speak normally."

Tony Stark rolled his eyes, seeming quite disdainful of Ronan's behavior of hiding his identity.

"I'm not like some people who have an idol complex."

"Of course, I also wouldn't be narcissistic enough to face reporters from major newspapers and TV stations and admit my superhero identity."

"When I watched the live broadcast at that time, I wondered, didn't that person feel embarrassed saying those words?"

At these words, Ronan looked at Tony Stark.

"What do you think?"

Hiss…

Tony Stark couldn't help but inhale sharply.

Ronan's words were basically the same as stabbing directly at his heart.

What do you mean you're not like someone with an idol burden?

And isn't that referring to me????

You still ask me???

For a moment, Tony Stark was so angry he didn't know what to say.

"Alright, my Iron Man boss."

"What commands do you have for this humble intern?"

"What I can do, I don't want to do."

"What I can't do, I naturally can't do."

"If you have business, spit it out."

Ronan turned his eyes back to the computer screen.

Heh!

That streamer got killed by the Valkyrie again!

"Why do I feel my blood pressure rises every time I talk to you?"

"Did you use some strange magic?"

Tony Stark took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind.

"Isn't that even better?"

"Treating your low blood pressure, you'll thank me sooner or later."

Ronan glanced at him, stabbing him once more.

However, this time Tony Stark seemed to have developed some resistance and was not so shocked.

"Heh."

"I came to find you because I still want to ask about that matter, regarding that dream of mine—what's going on?"

Tony Stark seemed to have learned from Wong's method, forcibly changing the subject instead of following Ronan's lead.

After all, there were already two people who could prove that this method was effective.

Because when it came to serious matters, Ronan was not that humorous.

"Don't worry, I've already asked for you. There's nothing."

"As long as you don't follow what he said, it'll be fine."

Ronan stared at the screen without looking at Tony Stark's dream at all.

Since the Ancient One said so, there was no need for Ronan to worry.

Even if Ronan worried himself to death, he probably wouldn't find an answer.

Might as well let it slide.

"But last night, in my dream he said…"

"He told me to find someone named Strange."

"Do you know who that is?"

Tony Stark frowned, mentioning a name.

"Strange, huh, he is…"

Upon saying this, Ronan suddenly sprang up from his chair.

"Who did you say???"