American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

“As I said, she still has some imperfections.” Luke continued with regret on his face, “She needs the addition of one last material to become the perfect lifeform in my mind.”

“What material?” A shadow involuntarily crept into Agatha's heart. She vaguely sensed something ominous and malicious from Luke's tone.

“A soul! A sufficiently powerful, magically knowledgeable, and supremely skilled mystical soul! Preferably a being from the Nine Realms, their souls have particularly outstanding qualities. Although gender doesn't matter, I still prefer a witch. After all, in my mind, she should be female. Of course, it would be best if it's voluntary.” Luke blurted out without concealment, his eyes fixed on Agatha as he spoke.

“You want my soul?” Agatha's face changed drastically. Even ordinary people understand the importance of the soul, and those who dabble in witchcraft and magic care even more. No mage would easily give up their soul.

Agatha even recalled her recent obsessive emotions and a terrifying thought arose in her mind.

“Did you deliberately reveal your identity to lure me here?” Agatha blurted out, her magic power fluctuating, dangerous black magic coalescing in her hands.

“Don't be like that, everything can be discussed.” Luke didn't take Agatha's magic seriously, because before the magic could take shape, the violent magical fluctuations subsided and extinguished. With Hela around, he didn't even need to use his anti-magic techniques.

“Besides, even if you kill me with magic here, so what? I'm just a pitiful clone! What's the point of killing me once, ten times, hundreds or thousands of times?

It's meaningless!

As for those bloodline curses, soul entanglements, and other black magic, this body of mine still has at least 25% Mephisto's genes. It naturally has soul and curse resistance. Although Dormammu's contribution wasn't much, the black magic you possess definitely can't hurt me.

The idea behind my main body creating me is to emphasize durability. My combat power may not be great, but my various energy resistances and vitality are maxed out. Maybe he thinks that way I can live a little longer?” Luke, the capitalist, scratched his chin.

“How did you control my mind?” Agatha had already discovered that the surrounding space was tightly sealed, and the escape methods she knew were all cut off and prohibited in this space. Especially with Hela, whose magical strength was unfathomable, beside her, she felt somewhat desperate. She now felt that her head was muddled when she came to the door, completely arranged by Luke.

“I didn't control your mind. My moral bottom line has always been very flexible, but I haven't done anything like controlling souls to the beings of Midgard and the Nine Realms. I don't need to do that either.

I need them to maintain their diversity. As for the future direction? I can guide it, but I won't control it. After all, if I did that, I would have to first deal with the Avengers and a group of other resisting organizations.” Luke shook his head, denying Agatha's accusation.

“Then what was my state before?” Agatha still didn't believe it, “I came to the door with all my heart as if I were bewitched…”

“That's normal.” Luke interrupted Agatha's excited words, “As a witch, you should understand a truth more deeply than anyone else, that is, all power has risks! The more powerful the power, the greater the risk of using it.

You stole my energy, but you don't have the will and means of the Ancient One to control various energies. What's worse, you didn't even read my energy usage manual!

Even the officially licensed Kamar-Taj mages must strictly abide by the manual to use my energy, and they must also conduct regular inspections and filtering. What makes you think you can use them recklessly?

Your confidence and experience?

Even the current Sorcerer Supreme knows that there can be no relaxation in the energy of the mind, otherwise they will silently erode your spirit, infect your soul, and let you be affected by them unknowingly.

When confidence becomes arrogance and liking becomes greed. You have already become its slave.

Obviously, you don't know this, or you don't care about it. What you are pursuing is powerful power, so you are constantly stealing this energy, more and more, more and more frequently, more and more eager.

It has become a magic addiction. You are immersed in the beautiful vision of your strength growing rapidly. And with accumulation, you easily developed greed that you shouldn't have.

You want to find its source and completely master it. You may have extracted some information from some people and think that I, an ordinary person, am easier to manipulate. Both greedy and arrogant.

The emotions in your heart are constantly being amplified. Obviously, everything is caused by yourself. You can only say that you are responsible for your current situation.

“Those Kamar-Taj mages…”

“They use relatively safe energy that has been filtered. If you want to touch the root of the energy, you don't have permission without the Sorcerer Supreme's permission.” Luke spread his hands.

In fact, there is more than one way. As long as you wear equipment with the attributes of the Tranquility Stone, you can still maintain your sanity and calmness, although this method still has hidden dangers.

Including Wang, they all use the Tranquility Stone as an auxiliary and bridge to slowly and gradually become familiar with the energy of the root and try to gradually master it. Agatha's unrestricted use, with ideas in her heart, will naturally be expanded and affected.

“You know everything?” Agatha listened to Luke talking about her actions, feeling a chill all over her body.

“Midgard and the Nine Realms are the areas where the data dimension is most deeply rooted, and the characteristic of the data dimension is to analyze, monitor, and record everything. You don't think your theft can go unnoticed, do you?

To be honest, your stealing methods are too crude.”

“I won't give up my soul.” Agatha said stubbornly. She didn't drag Wanda into the water, or she thought that Wanda might not stand by her side either. After all, she once wanted to seize the power in Wanda's body, and even did some things that made the other party resentful.

“I'm afraid you have no choice. Being voluntary is also voluntary.” Luke shook his head, but just as the other party was preparing to fight to the death, he suddenly said, “But this method may make Hela imperfect. After all, she is currently unique. So I am willing to give you a chance. A chance that can make you soar into the sky and catch up with the Ancient One.

What the main body, Luke, wants is just a near-perfect work. If you voluntarily merge your soul with Hela, and your soul and consciousness can fight over her, occupy the body I made for her, then everything she has will become your resources.

Conversely, you are the same.

This is a gamble, are you coming?”

PS: Thanks to the rewards from the three students, Silent Peak, Death Country, and Saynol.