Marvel : Reborn With Dragon Ball Chapter 385: The Sorcerer Supreme's Offer

Hela looked at him for a long mont after he finished speaking.

"That damn old man sealed for thousands of years," she said. Her voice was cold and precise, the way cold things are when they've had a very long ti to beco what they are. "And now he want to let it go."

Smith didn't argue with her. He'd been sitting with Odin's full account since the throne room, turning it over — the Celestials, the defeat, the sha that an old king had chosen to carry in silence for millennia rather than explain himself to his own daughter. If Odin had visited even occasionally. If he'd co back at any point in those thousands of years and said sothing honest. If he'd done what a father who actually wanted a different outco would have done — shown up, been present, tried — Hela might have been a different person by now. Anger that's tended to, even badly, has sowhere to go. Anger that's sealed in a gray void with nothing to push against just becos the entire landscape.

He couldn't fix any of that.

"I'm not going to tell you to forgive him," Smith said. "That's your family's business, not mine. I'm not here to talk you out of how you feel about Odin."

Hela's eyes stayed on him.

"But I'll say this — when you get out, don't kill the innocent."

Hela tilted her head slightly. "What do you an by the innocent? Who exactly are you protecting?" She stood from the bench and looked at him directly. "Is there sothing wrong with my idea of conquering the universe? I fought wars my entire life. I was Asgard's vanguard — always the first in, always the one leading the advance. And then one day an old man tells it's over, call it a day, go ho. How could I possibly accept that?" Her voice didn't rise. It didn't need to. "Because I refused to accept it, he sent his own soldiers to surround . Killed my people. And sealed in this empty place."

Smith shrugged slightly. "Is it possible he had reasons to stop the war? Reasons he didn't share?"

Hela shook her head. "He had no reasons. He just stopped. A sudden change of heart halfway through, with no explanation offered to anyone."

Smith kept his expression neutral. He couldn't tell her the truth about the Celestials — that Odin had marched into a confrontation with sothing large enough to defeat the All-Father comprehensively, had been given a hard limit on Asgard's territory, and had co ho and said nothing to anyone about any of it. Odin had been carrying that humiliation for a thousand years or more, and it was his to carry. It was not Smith's to hand over without permission.

What he could say was sothing adjacent to true.

"Hela. The universe is considerably more complicated than it looks from here. There are things out there that would make even you reconsider the pace of your ambitions." He held her gaze. "With your current strength, you still have a long way to go before conquering the entire universe becos a realistic project. And when you leave this place, I hope you'll understand that slaughtering your own people is not what a truly strong person does."

He let that land for a mont.

Then he used the Tesseract and stepped out.

Hela watched the space where he had been standing for a mont after the blue light faded.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly — not a performance, sothing more private than that.

"How boring," she said to the gray air. "And here I thought we might co up with sothing interesting." She looked at the runic seal array at the periter, unchanged, indifferent. "I have no idea where that old man found soone like this."

Whatever Smith had said, she was not dismissing it. She was turning it over. He was clearly powerful — she'd felt that very precisely in their exchange, had taken accurate asure of both his ceiling and his ceiling's direction of travel. A man who moved like that, who threw a energy blast and then handed her a recovery item and asked for a second round with that specific quality of genuine excitent, was not the kind of person who said things he hadn't considered.

The universe is more complicated than it looks.

She thought about the thousands of years she'd spent in this place, running the sa campaigns in her head. She thought about what might have changed out there during all that ti. Whether sothing had erged that actually warranted the kind of caution Smith was describing.

As for the Asgardians themselves , none of them had sealed her. That had been one man's decision. As long as they didn't place themselves between her and what she intended to do with her freedom, she had no quarrel with them.

She sat back down on the stone bench and waited.

Smith stepped through the Tesseract's transit back into his room at the Fraternity's headquarters and found a portal already open in front of him.

The quality of the light was unmistakable — golden-edged, clean, the specific signature of Kamar-Taj's finest work. He had barely had ti to register being back on Earth before it appeared.

"Mr. Smith." The Ancient One's voice ca through it without particular urgency. "When you have a mont."

Smith thought briefly about what the Ancient One could possibly want with him specifically, at this particular ti. The most obvious answer presented itself imdiately and he dismissed it as unlikely.

Then he thought about it again and decided it wasn't that unlikely.

He stepped through.

The Ancient One's study was spare and centered, two cups of tea already on the low table, the Sorcerer Supre sitting cross-legged across from one of them with the complete ease of soone who had arranged this setting deliberately and was now simply inhabiting it.

Smith sat, picked up his cup, and said nothing. He looked at her and waited.

The Ancient One sipped her tea with no visible hurry. The silence between them had a comfortable quality — the kind that exists between people who have nothing to prove to each other and both know it.

After a reasonable length of ti, Smith said, "What did you want to discuss?"

The Ancient One set her cup down with the careful precision of soone building toward sothing.

"How do you see Earth's future?" she asked.

Smith considered this. "Complicated. The center of more attention than it's historically received. Not peaceful."

She nodded. A pause. "And Kamar-Taj?"

"The guardian of Earth's dinsional boundaries," Smith said. "Irreplaceable work — no one else is doing it."

Another pause. The Ancient One looked at him steadily for a mont, and then said: "I would like to take you as my student. And pass the title of Sorcerer Supre to you."

Smith had been right. He absorbed this without visible reaction.

"With your existing abilities combined with the mystic arts," she continued, "you would beco sothing unprecedented. The Eye of Agamotto would be yours. The full weight of Kamar-Taj's lineage. I believe you would beco the most powerful sorcerer in the universe."

Smith understood exactly what was happening. She was tired — not in the ordinary human sense, but in the sense of soone who had been carrying a very specific weight for a very long ti and had looked at the future with her Ti Stone and identified the best available set of hands to leave things in. He respected the calculation. He also had absolutely no interest in the inheritance being offered.

The mystic arts ran on borrowed power — specifically, on debts accumulated against entities like the Vishanti, payable in terms that compounded across decades. Strange had inherited that system along with the title and it had shaped the entire arc of what he beca. Smith had the Dragon Ball system, Saiyan and Nakian physiology, a developnt trajectory he hadn't co close to finishing, and no desire whatsoever to add a cosmic debt structure to that load. The fit was wrong in a way that was imdiately obvious to him.

"I appreciate it," Smith said. "But my path isn't in magic."

The Ancient One reached up and lifted the Eye of Agamotto from her neck. It floated between them in the still air of the study, the Ti Stone's green light pulsing steadily inside its housing — quiet, ancient, aware in whatever way Infinity Stones are aware.

"This alone—" she began.

"No," Smith said. Not unkindly, but without room for negotiation. "You have a better successor coming. He'll take a longer road to get there, but the fit is right in a way I'm not. Leave it for him."

The Ancient One looked at him for a long mont. Then she settled the Eye back around her neck and picked up her tea.

"You're very certain about this."

"About this, yes."

She was quiet again, and this ti the silence had the quality of soone who has received a definitive answer and is adjusting to it. "The Dragon Balls," she said. "I want you to understand sothing before you leave. Word travels, even from places that appear closed. There are forces in the universe that have already noticed them."

Smith nodded. "I know."

"You're not concerned."

"I'm prepared," Smith said. "Anyone who wants to make a wish follows my rules. Anyone who refuses to follow my rules has a problem they won't have for long."

The Ancient One considered that. She had watched him for eighteen years, observed his trajectory with the clear eyes of soone who could see the past in complete detail and understood exactly how a person had beco what they were. The statent was not arrogance. It was an accurate description of a vector.

"Then show them what you are," she said. "Don't let anyone assu the Dragon Balls are unguarded."

Smith stood. "I won't stay — there are things I need to handle."

The Ancient One inclined her head. He used the Tesseract and stepped out, and the room returned to its quiet.

She sat with the two teacups for a mont.

Then her soul slipped sideways into the dinsion where the Vishanti waited.

The three of them were already arranged in the particular configuration that very old powers assu when they have been discussing sothing and wish to appear as though they have rely been waiting.

Agamotto spoke first. "Well? Is he willing to accept the position of Supre Sorcerer?"

The Ancient One shook her head. "He refused."

A brief silence settled over the dinsion.

Oshtur said, with the tone of soone whose prediction had been confird, "I told you the young man wouldn't accept it easily. His path is entirely different from ours."

Hoggoth added, "Even the Eye of Agamotto couldn't move him. He's clearly very confident in whatever path he's already on."

Agamotto was quiet for a mont — the specific quiet of soone who has prepared an offer carefully and is now deploying it. "Ancient One. We recognize that you have a potential successor in mind, and we understand your reasoning. But Smith Doyle is a different matter entirely. He carries a systematic energy that none of us can fully read, and that alone makes him worth pursuing." He paused. "If he can be brought into the mystic lineage and take the title of Sorcerer Supre — even nominally — I will personally forgive half of the outstanding loans accumulated against Kamar-Taj over the years."

The other two nodded imdiately.

"This is our collective will," Hoggoth said.

The Ancient One received this offer with the expression of soone who found it genuinely compelling. If she were any other Sorcerer Supre, she would have committed to the pursuit imdiately. The half-debt forgiveness alone represented an extraordinary concession from powers that did not make extraordinary concessions.

But the Ancient One had found her own way out a long ti ago. She had arranged her departure carefully, over many years, and the Vishanti's accounting departnt was not part of the plan she'd made. If they had the inclination to pursue the outstanding balance after she was gone, they were welco to take it up with the entity she intended to join. She suspected that conversation would not go in their favor.

She arranged her expression into sothing appropriately grateful. "I will do my best to persuade him," she said. "But I make no promises about the outco. You're all aware that he has his own path."

"Go ahead, Ancient One," Hoggoth said warmly. "We'll be waiting for your good news."

Her soul returned to her body a mont later. She looked at the two teacups on the low table — one of them still warm from where Smith had set it down.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"So," she said to the empty room, "the three of them are so interested in Smith Doyle's power that they're willing to forgive half the debt."

She picked up her own cup and finished her tea.

"How generous of them."

Back in his room at the Fraternity's headquarters, Smith sat down in his chair and let the afternoon settle.

The Piccolo bloodline's magical affinity was apparently even more apparent than he'd realized — apparent enough that the Ancient One had identified him as a better candidate than Strange and had made a serious attempt to transfer the succession. That was not a small thing. Strange was going to beco one of the most capable sorcerers in the universe's history, and the Ancient One had looked at Smith's baseline and concluded he was worth the offer.

The mystic lineage's debt structure was the problem. He had no intention of taking on borrowed power as the foundation of a combat system when he had the Dragon Ball system available. The lending architecture — accumulating obligations to cosmic entities against future repaynt, obligations that compounded and that the Sorcerer Supre carried as a professional burden — was a constraint he had no use for. The fact that you could theoretically avoid paying by eliminating the creditor was not a compelling argunt in favor of the approach.

As for the Ti Stone — if circumstances ever created a natural path to it, he'd consider it then. He already had two Infinity Stones. Adding a third was not a priority, and the Ti Stone ca with the Eye of Agamotto and everything attached to that office. He'd pass.

He opened the Odin codex from storage and began to read.