109: The quasi-king of Elden, Knight Bernard.

Leaving the Divine Tower.

Joa flew rapidly through the high sky.

He was searching for a suitable person who could collect Godrick's Great Rune.

'I can't go to the Roundtable Hold, otherwise there would be many Tarnished there I could grab and have them collect Godrick's Great Rune.'

His gaze continuously swept across the area.

He suddenly noticed someone fighting a Grafted Scion Soldier on Stormhill below, who was on their way to reinforce Stormveil Castle.

'That's...'

'The Skill Instructor from the game, Knight Bernahl?'

'It seems he hasn't joined Volcano Manor yet.'

'He's the one.'

'After I bring him back, I can also have the Ancient One study his skills.'

Having confirmed his target, Joa immediately changed direction in the air.

He swiftly dived down towards Bernahl, who was currently being besieged by Grafted Scion Soldiers.

Below.

Bernahl showed no panic facing the siege of the Grafted Scion Soldiers.

His well-honed skills were continuously unleashed.

Those Grafted Scion Soldiers were routed.

At this moment, his eyes were still filled with determination and passion.

His heart still yearned for the elden ring.

He still firmly believed in the golden order.

Loyal to the Golden Tree.

"You're quite formidable, truly one of the Tarnished closest to becoming Elden Lord."

"Need any help?"

Hearing the voice, Bernahl swung his greatsword, sending the Grafted Scion Soldier he was entangled with flying, then looked up.

He saw an unfamiliar Tarnished, suspended in the air above the battlefield, observing him with a half-smile on his face and his arms crossed.

'A flying Tarnished?'

Bernahl had never heard of any Tarnished who could hover in the air without using any magic, incantations, or skills.

Though he had some doubts in his heart, now was not the time for questions.

"Thank you, but no need."

"I can handle these..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bernahl's eyes widened, and he stared dumbfounded as two red lasers shot out from the unfamiliar Tarnished's eyes.

In just a few breaths, all the Grafted Scion Soldiers besieging him were sliced into several pieces.

"What kind of magic is this...?"

Having dealt with dozens of Grafted Scion Soldiers, Joa slowly descended.

Looking at Bernahl's stunned expression, he chuckled lightly and shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not asking for your opinion; I'm informing you."

As he finished speaking, Joa's mind stirred.

Bernahl's body was instantly bound in the air by gravitational and repulsive forces.

His heart tightened, veins bulging on his forehead, Bernahl tried to resist.

But he suddenly discovered that his entire body couldn't move, and the surrounding void became incredibly viscous.

'Who exactly are You?!'

'Huh?'

He wanted to open his mouth to question the other party, but he found that he couldn't even open his mouth now.

'What in the world is going on?'

"Don't resist. I'll show you something good."

Hearing the voice, Bernahl looked at the unfamiliar Tarnished's eerie blood-red eyes.

The next moment.

His vision blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the Warmaster's Shack.

"What's going on?"

"How did I get back?"

"Was everything that just happened an illusion?"

Leaning against the corner of the wall, Bernahl frowned and pondered for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what had just happened.

Just as he was about to leave the shack and go to the place where he had fought to investigate.

His Finger Maiden asked with a concerned expression from beside him.

"Bernahl, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Turning to look at his familiar Finger Maiden, Bernahl took a deep breath.

"Perhaps."

"We should set off."

"Yes, Bernahl, I believe you can certainly restore the elden ring and become Elden Lord."

......

After seeing Bernahl fall into the illusion.

Joa turned his head to look at the towering, cloud-piercing Golden Tree, visible from anywhere.

'Soon! Next, I just need to wait for the Ancient One to thoroughly research the essence of the golden order.'

'Then I can create a Blacklight Law based on the golden order.'

'At that time, by reaching the realm of God, my strength will definitely experience a qualitative leap.'

Taking Bernahl with him.

Joa flew back to the Divine Tower at full speed.

This time, after he controlled Bernahl to come into contact with Godrick's Great Rune.

The Great Rune instantly transformed into specks of golden light, gathering within Bernahl's body.

"Joa, did you succeed?"

"Yes!"

Seeing the smile on Joa's face, Kaguya, Tsunade, and Konan genuinely felt happy for him.

"Let's go, we'll head back for a bit."

"Let Hashirama and the others continue fighting slowly here."

Having obtained what the Ancient One needed.

Joa eagerly returned to the Marvel Universe with the three of them.

Los Santos Sanctum.

Inside the Ancient One's research lab.

Approximately 20-something hours after Joa left.

The Ancient One finally put down her work and looked at the drowsy Stark.

"You've waited a long time, Tony Stark."

Hearing the voice, Stark immediately perked up, speaking with a somewhat complaining tone.

"You're finally done, Sorcerer Supreme. I thought I'd have to sleep on the floor again tonight."

"Done?"

Shaking her head with a light chuckle, the Ancient One said nothing more.

"Have You learned all of Kamar-Taj's Basic magic Explained?"

"Yes, Sorcerer Supreme."

"Alright, here's this Sling Ring. Cast a few basic spells for me to see."

The Ancient One had no doubts about Tony Stark's words.

In countless multiverses, there were many Tony Starks who could use magic.

There were even Tony Starks who became Sorcerer Supreme.

Therefore, it wasn't hard to accept that this Universe's Tony Stark possessed magical talent far exceeding that of ordinary people.

After seeing Stark take the Sling Ring and cast some basic magic spells like portal, conjuration, and defensive arrays.

The Ancient One nodded calmly.

"Your talent is excellent. Interested in becoming the next Sorcerer Supreme?"

Upon hearing this, Stark immediately shook his head and refused the Ancient One without a second thought.

"Sorcerer Supreme? No thanks, I think Strange is doing quite well."

Stark didn't want to deal with Dimensional Lords all day long.

Given that time, he'd rather spend it developing his Mark series armors.

Smiling, the Ancient One nodded and spoke.

"I will increase your access to advanced magic books. If there's nothing else, You may leave."

As for making Stark the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One had only mentioned it casually.

If Stark agreed, she would hand him the Time Stone and let him take over.

This way, she could fully dedicate herself to researching the power system of The Lands Between.

To avoid being disturbed by Dormammu, other dark forces coveting Earth, and other mundane matters.

If he didn't agree, it didn't matter; it just meant waiting a bit longer and then continuing to arrange for Strange to be the Sorcerer Supreme.

"Thank You, Sorcerer Supreme."

"Then I'll take my leave. I need to go back and catch up on some sleep, rest for a while, and then I'll come back to borrow magic books."