"Great, Noah, you're finally awake! Do you know you've been unconscious for three whole days!"
Early that morning, the moment a powerful magical fluctuation spread from Noah, everyone in the Sanctum knew he had awakened.
That overwhelming aura-so intense it was hard to even look at-was something no one else here could produce.
Noah smiled as he looked at everyone gathered around him.
Wong.
Dennis.
Madam Heffin.
Lily.
And Hermione.
She had clearly been guarding him the whole time and had probably only rested last night.
Noah was in an exceptionally good mood.
Unreasonably good.
The gains from fighting Dormammu had given him a qualitative leap.
Not just in raw magical power-though that had increased as well.
Strictly speaking, his magic rank hadn't skyrocketed, mostly because he hadn't had time to meditate properly.
Even so, Noah was now a Ninth-Order, Sixth-Rank sorcerer.
That alone said enough about how much those endless battles had pushed him forward.
But raw power wasn't the most important thing.
What truly mattered were his understanding of power.
His comprehension of magic.
And his domain.
Those endless loops of combat had reshaped him.
Even his fighting style had changed.
Perhaps because he had been killed too many times.
Now, Noah no longer wasted movements.
He seized every visible flaw and loophole without hesitation.
Fast.
Clean.
Decisive.
Just like when he faced Kaecilius.
He hadn't said a single word.
No warning.
No chance for final words.
He erased him directly.
Reduced him to spatial fragments.
Dead beyond death.
Looking back now, Noah admitted it had been excessive.
After all, it had been Mads Mikkelsen's character.
And also a classmate of many years.
But at the time, Noah had felt nothing.
No hesitation at all.
Probably a lingering aftereffect of fighting Dormammu.
It left a faint discomfort.
But no regret.
He had said it himself.
The next time he saw Kaecilius, he would kill him personally.
He had kept his word.
Beyond becoming more ruthless in combat, Noah's mastery of magic had advanced dramatically.
Especially when combining magic with his domain.
His perception sharpened to an absurd degree.
He was now confident he could fuse three elements even without relying on his domain.
And that wasn't his limit.
Three-element fusion was just the stable option.
His true ceiling was four elements.
Unstable.
But terrifying.
At the same level, that power was overwhelming.
His control over magic had also improved enormously.
That came directly from experience.
Against Dormammu, a single mistake meant death.
A miscalculation meant looping again.
Death wasn't pleasant.
So Noah had been forced to control everything precisely.
Every defensive spell.
Every allocation of magic.
Too little, and he died.
Too much, and he lost his counterattack window.
Fail to suppress Dormammu even slightly, and it was still death.
As for power itself-
That was harder to describe.
It wasn't like magic.
It felt closer to rules.
Conceptual.
Noah couldn't explain it clearly, but he could reproduce it through magic.
He had asked the system.
The system refused to explain.
It simply told him that this was an understanding of the essence of power.
Something he had to comprehend himself.
No shortcuts.
No borrowing.
Noah accepted that.
If he had to figure it out himself, then so be it.
If he didn't work for it, why should the system help him?
Those were his greatest gains.
But there was one more.
His domain.
Noah's understanding of his domain mostly came from the system's feedback.
He had always been pushing this aspect, but progress was slow.
This time was different.
Through continuous combat, deeper self-understanding, and refined elemental insight, the system had accelerated the integration of his domain.
It was already visible during the battle with Dormammu.
At that point, Noah's domain had reached an extremely high level of cohesion.
Under its amplification, the power he released was terrifying.
Even Dormammu had looked disheveled.
That was unprecedented good news.
And unprecedented bad news.
Because faster domain integration meant Noah himself had to keep up.
If he truly stopped and meditated properly, Noah didn't know where his power would land.
But he did know this-
If he let the system integrate recklessly, he might have to abandon dark power entirely.
The fight with Dormammu had shown him its danger.
That massive, self-propagating energy.
The spontaneous transformations.
It was shocking.
More importantly, Noah realized something else.
He could not use Dragonborn magic.
The giant dragon manifested by that spell no longer belonged to the six elements he controlled.
Its essence was dark power.
Separate.
Independent.
Belonging to Dormammu.
If Noah used that power in front of Dormammu, the result would be catastrophic.
Power resonance was unavoidable.
And it would carry Dormammu's will.
That was something Noah absolutely refused.
"Noah, what are you thinking about?"
Madam Heffin's voice pulled him back.
"What's wrong, Avril?" Noah tilted his head. "I feel great. Full of energy. I'm fine."
"I'm just curious," she said. "From what we saw on TV, you were only gone for a few minutes. That shouldn't have done this to you."
"Oh, that." Noah shrugged. "The opponent was too strong. I did my best."
Very few people in this world truly understood what had happened yesterday.
And Noah had no intention of explaining.
Endless reincarnation.
An old soul returning again and again.
If he hadn't already adapted to wild time flow inside the system space long ago, he would've gone insane.
He took a sip of milk tea and looked at Hermione, who was still sitting nearby.
"Did you take time off?" Noah smiled. "The Ministry won't complain about you disappearing, will they?"
"Don't worry," Hermione replied softly. "Evan's handling it."
"I'm just glad you're awake."
"Thank you for watching over me these days," Noah said. "Last night I almost-"
He stopped himself.
Cleared his throat.
"Anyway, thank you."
As everyone looked over curiously, Noah smoothly changed the topic.
"So. Anything happen recently?"
"Recently?" Wong looked confused but still answered. "The Ministry of Magic is very concerned."
"The damage caused by two Kamar-Taj sorcerers in the city was enormous."
"Especially Mordo. He's feeling extremely guilty."
Noah nodded.
Mordo had been deeply involved.
The destruction he and Kaecilius caused was unimaginable.
If Noah hadn't reversed everything with the Time Stone, the consequences would've been unthinkable.
Noah sighed.
He couldn't blame Mordo.
The man was already drowning in guilt.
There was nothing more to say.
As for the Ministry of Magic-
That required careful handling.
Appeasement was unavoidable.
This time, they really hadn't done well.
In the original timeline, Stephen Strange never faced problems like this.
That only meant that universe had fewer sorcerers.
And far less collateral damage.
This time was different.
Urban environment.
Uncontrolled power.
The scale alone was enough to cause panic.
After a moment's thought, Noah made his decision.
"Tell Mordo to issue an apology statement," Noah said, rubbing his chin. "Sincere, but not submissive. Make our stance clear."
"I'll apologize publicly as well."
"I was the one planning and guiding this."
"You're going to apologize?" Wong froze. "Noah, you're the future Sorcerer Supreme. Doing that-"
"Precisely because I am," Noah replied calmly.
"You can relax."
"My apology will be very direct."
"I know who I am."
"That's good," Wong smiled, reassured.
"By the way," he added, "Fury's been looking for you."
"Do you want to see him?"
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