Strongest Gamer in the MCU

I readied myself and walked over to the door. Activating my max level [Concealment] skill to the utmost of my ability, I took a deep breath and rang the bell.

"Ding dong!"

A few moments later, the door was opened and a tall, broad, dark skinned man peered out. He looked to his left and right and saw no one before frowning while grumbling to himself, "Damn kids… Running away after ringing the bell…"

In that short moment, I had already slipped past him and entered the New York Sanctum.

The inside of the building looked just like it did in the movie. A grand staircase leading up to the second floor could be seen ahead of the front door. Aged and oiled mahogany lined the interior of the building. Its architecture and design seemed like an odd combination of different eras, yet it strangely blended together seamlessly. The floor was carpeted, with electricity flowing into lamps, yet some furniture looked centuries old.

I would have felt rather emotional upon seeing it if not for the notification that had appeared the moment I crossed the threshold of the building.

Illusion detected. [Gamer's Mind] has nullified Illusion.

I was alarmed for a moment before calming down. An illusion? Out of nowhere?

An illusory magic that applied to all who stepped through the doors of the New York Sanctum, no, all non-magical civilians, I assumed. Was it meant to disguise the inhabitants of 177A Bleecker Street or its contents?

But I did recognize the man who opened the door. He looked younger than in the movie, but my memory that had become as clear as glass yet firmer than steel recalled him as Daniel Drumm. He would eventually become the next Master of the New York Sanctum. Now, I supposed, he was perhaps just one of many adepts of Kamar-Taj.

Regardless, I proceeded with my exploration of the New York Sanctum. I was here for one thing, and one thing only – knowledge.

The interior of the New York Sanctum was not crowded. Other than Daniel Drumm who was now grumpily going back to doing whatever he had been doing prior to getting ding-dong ditched by yours truly, there were only a handful of other sorcerers in the entire building who I had found after using my [Detection] skill.

By now, the range of my [Detection] could comfortably encompass the entire 177A Bleecker Street building. Which was also why the illogical architecture of this structure confused the hell out of me.

The hallways within were long, and I knew definitively that they did not match the size of the building as seen from outside. There was definitely some kind of spatial-expansion magic that enlarged the space within the New York Sanctum. Not exaggeratedly so, but it was noticeable.

And as expected, no one had noticed my presence at all. Okay okay, the truth was that I was in fact just a tiny bit worried that they might have spells that could have seen through my [Concealment], even if it was max level. It wasn't like the movies had gone in depth into the types of spells and magic they had reinforcing the New York Sanctum, so there was a real possibility I considered where I could have been detained by sorcerers.

My trump card then would have been to utilize my [Acting] skill to play the part of the lost child wandering to find his parents. It was a risk, but one I was willing to take.

I went up the grand staircase in the foyer, coming across a room with relics adorned on pedestals, like decorations or trophies. I stared at these relics with palpable desire in my veins. Had it not for the slightest semblance of self-control within me, and of course the ever-present passive ability of the [Gamer's Mind] to allow me to think calmly and rationally, I would have started stuffing these items into my inventory.

Such an act was too conspicuous and high-profile, which directly contradicted my desire to stay anonymous – hidden, waiting, biding my time within the shadow of secrecy. Not now, I decided, and moved on.

There was another room with three glass doors, each peering into different regions, different climates. A permanent portal, stabilized and affixed into these walls. It looked convenient. Perhaps one day soon when I had mastered the Mystic Arts I could set up something similar.

Finally, I found what I had been searching for. The library of the New York Sanctum. I nearly salivated at the sight.

Patience, I reminded myself. Magic was useful, yes, but also dangerous. I needed to learn in an organized, systematic manner. One step at a time. If I tried to skip steps, who knew if my life would be the only thing in danger.

I looked around the library and sighed at the small size of it. The library of the New York Sanctum was limited. It could not compare to the vast collection of tomes stored in Kamar-Taj, where the true essence of the Mystic Arts lies. However, Kamar-Taj was too risky a place for me to visit. Not to mention way too far as well.

There were roughly twenty bookshelves lined against the wall of the New York Sanctum's library, and I doubted that every book nestled within these shelves would be relevant to my education in the Mystic Arts.

I furrowed my brows. If only there was a reference guide somewhere, a library index of…

I paused, approaching a table that had been set up in the corner of the library. On the table was an open scroll, and just a quick glance at it made me grin.

It was a curriculum for trainees of the Mystic Arts and reference numbers to where the books were kept in this library. What an incredibly fortuitous coincidence…

I memorized the list and quickly went to look for the first book on its list, 'Of the Supreme Mysteries of Nature' written by Paracelsus. Within a minute, I had the heavy grimoires in my hands and I began to read.