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Chapter 125: Playing Illusions In Front Of Me? Naive Eternals!
🕑 Added 2025-03-16 18:01:05 +0000 UTC"What are you thinking about? So obsessed?"
Amora's small white hands waved in front of Aaron’s eyes as she leaned forward, revealing a touch of whiteness.
Aaron immediately snapped back to reality.
Well, it seems that during this period, I haven't been eating enough meat.
Not good for someone who specializes in magic.
The resistance is weak.
Aaron sniffed the faint scent of milk, and his thoughts momentarily drifted into dangerous territory.
Sif stretched out her foot and nudged him. With Amora’s smug smile, he came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "It's fine if you want to watch the Nine Stars Alignment, but remember not to touch strange things casually."
"What’s wrong? What’s going to happen that day?"
Seeing Aaron’s serious expression, Sif put down her scrutiny and grew serious.
"I have a premonition that the ancient darkness will awaken that day, and I will handle it myself."
Aaron spoke briefly, not revealing the specifics.
"Sounds terrible. Will something happen?" Sif asked, her worry growing.
The ancient darkness—just the name alone was daunting.
At this moment, Jean interjected, "Is the problem serious? Do you need my help? I can let her take charge when the time comes. I won’t hold you back."
The Phoenix Force was still formidable—even in its fragmented, just-awakened state, it had been violently suppressed by Aaron.
But the Dark Phoenix was still the Phoenix.
Except for Aaron, no one could confidently claim victory over her.
"No, you don’t need to worry about this matter. Just enjoy the Nine Stars Alignment. If you miss this time, you won’t be able to wait for the next."
Aaron had no intention of letting them intervene.
It was just a group of Dark Elves.
The only real challenge was the full version of the Cursed Warrior, who was far more powerful than Thor.
Being able to smack Mjolnir mid-air was quite the feat.
But Aaron was looking forward to it.
Magical Superman vs. the Strongest Cursed Warrior!
As for the leader of the Dark Elves, Malekith?
He wasn’t even worth considering.
A so-called "big boss" whose strength was utterly underwhelming.
Even after obtaining the Aether, he was still outplayed by the Thunder God.
In terms of performance, he wasn’t even on par with the Cursed Warrior.
The Aether in his hands was like a pearl covered in dust.
Arguably the worst user of the Infinity Stones.
Emmm, Loki… well, maybe the second worst.
"Ancient darkness... you’re not talking about the Dark Elves, are you?"
Amora, being a master of magic, was well-versed in Asgardian history and quickly connected the dots.
"Didn’t expect you to know so much. Yes, it's them."
Aaron gave Amora a particularly approving look. He hadn’t expected her to deduce the source from just his vague hints.
Although the Dark Elves were once part of the Nine Realms, they had been "removed" as early as the reign of Odin’s father, Bor. The entire race had been massacred.
No one was spared.
Over time, most Asgardians only knew that Dark Elves once existed, but few paid them any attention.
A bunch of losers—no need to care.
"Of course! Don’t forget who I am! I’m a teacher at the Asgard School of Magic! Is there anything I don’t know?"
Amora puffed out her chest proudly.
Of course, she wouldn’t admit that she knew all this simply because she had nothing better to do.
During her time in Asgard, she had been ostracized. With a spiritual enchantress looming over her, she had been left with nothing to do.
No friends.
Boredom had led her to the library, reading countless miscellaneous books—much more than the average Asgardian.
"I thought they were exterminated? How is the Nine Stars Alignment connected to them?"
After Amora’s reminder, Sif also recalled the legend of the Dark Elves.
They were rarely mentioned, and Sif had only heard brief references once or twice.
"I don’t know, but the 'future' I saw revealed their traces."
Aaron’s status as the God of Magic made it understandable for him to foresee things.
Not to mention, he had indeed predicted this event.
In the libraries of Asgard and Kamar-Taj, he had studied some magic related to prophecy.
Divination, for example.
Or using artifacts to predict the future.
But he didn’t have those prophetic artifacts.
The Time Stone, Ego’s sphere—those were all tightly hidden.
Not that Aaron even considered stealing them.
Because predicting the future didn’t mean much in the Marvel Universe.
The future was never fixed—any small change could lead to different results.
If the future could be precisely predicted, this wouldn’t be the Marvel Universe.
Even Kang, who claimed to have mastered time technology, sometimes got things wrong.
If they could truly predict everything, why didn’t they foresee their own deaths?
The Ancient One was also a master of prophecy, but even she, despite foreseeing events, didn’t interfere.
The future could be glimpsed, but its final direction was beyond anyone’s control.
Thus, those artifacts weren’t particularly useful.
Strength was the only true answer.
Hearing his explanation, the others nodded in understanding.
Still, their enthusiasm had dimmed somewhat.
Aaron had something urgent to handle, and watching the Nine Stars Alignment wouldn’t be the same without him.
Sometimes, what mattered wasn’t the spectacle itself, but who you watched it with.
"Well, it shouldn’t take too long to deal with them. I’ll finish up quickly, and then we’ll watch the Nine Stars Alignment together."
Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Aaron, with his high EQ, immediately identified the problem and reassured them.
"Alright, it’s a deal!" Jean nodded.
But moments later, her brows furrowed.
"What’s wrong?"
"They’re coming! From that direction!"
Sensing an energy fluctuation, Jean pointed toward a specific direction.
"I’ll be back soon."
Aaron released Amora’s sneaky foot, stood up, and set off in the indicated direction.
A group of voyeurs watching him for so long—did they really think he had no temper?
About a thousand meters away.
On a tall building, five figures gathered.
They looked familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar.
"I never thought we’d all be together again. This is the most complete gathering in the past thousand years."
A woman looked at her former comrades, feeling sentimental.
"Sersei, we’re a team. Even if we didn’t meet today, we would have reunited eventually."
Another woman, seemingly the leader, spoke.
"But when exactly? Ajak?"
Cersei shook her head. "We’ve been waiting for the call to return home for thousands of years, yet humanity has advanced to this point, and we still haven’t heard a word."
"Some of us haven’t seen each other in centuries..."
She looked at Ikaris with complicated emotions.
"Sorry, I had to leave suddenly at that time..."
"No need to apologize. 'Sorry' won’t fix everything."
Cersei cut off his insincere apology.
Ikaris fell silent, wanting to say more.
But before he could, another man interjected first...
Aaron narrowed his eyes at the rooftop.
Eternals!
So it was them?
Troublesome.
If they were here, did that mean the Celestial emergence was imminent?
The plan had to accelerate.
He glanced toward the seemingly empty space and smirked.
Playing illusions in front of him?
Naïve!
"Since you’re here, why not come out?"
The moment his words fell,
On the originally empty ground, three figures appeared.
The shortest one among them, who was not easy to distinguish between a man and a woman, had a look of deep surprise on his face.
"Don't be too surprised. In front of a master of illusion, your tricks can only be called tricks."
After Aaron finished speaking, regardless of Sprite's angry expression, he turned to look at Ajak.
Then, a voice that could not detect any emotional fluctuations sounded.
"Tell me, what is your purpose of monitoring us? If you can't come up with a reasonable reason, don't blame me for being serious!"
