Chapter 16
Yang Jian stood in the center of the library. He raised his hand again to draw a portal. But the golden sparks only flickered for an instant before scattering and disappearing.
"As expected." He withdrew his hand.
"You were right, Sorcerer. Without a contract, magical power cannot stabilize."
The Ancient One gave a slight smile: "The Vishanti contract is the power source for most sorcerers. If you truly want to master magic, this is the inevitable path."
Yang Jian, however, shook his head. A thoughtful light flickered in his eyes: "The essence of a contract is borrowing magical power from a higher dimension. So what if… I don't need to borrow?"
The Ancient One was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"
"Contract with myself."
Yang Jian felt this idea was extremely feasible.
"As long as my energy never runs dry, magic will always be available."
The moment this idea came out, the Ancient One's pupils suddenly contracted.
"This… has never been attempted by anyone."
"Then I'll be the first."
Before the words even finished, Yang Jian had already sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Golden light overflowed from within his body, flowing through the surrounding space like liquid flame.
His super brain operated at high speed, combining the contract magic principles he had just learned, beginning reverse construction.
Not borrowing from a higher dimension, but using himself as the source!
His hands formed seals. His fingertips outlined a complex contract rune in the void—but the core of the rune was no longer the Vishanti symbol. It was his own energy imprint!
"Contract—established!"
The rune suddenly contracted, turning into a beam of golden light that sank into his chest.
In an instant, a dazzling ring of energy waves erupted from Yang Jian's body. The entire library's bookshelves trembled!
Wanda and Wong instinctively took a step back, while a trace of shock flashed in the Ancient One's eyes.
Success.
Yang Jian opened his eyes and casually waved his hand.
Crackle!
A perfect portal formed instantly. On the other side was directly connected to the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas; icy wind howled in!
"No sling ring needed." Wong's voice trembled.
"This violates the fundamental laws of magic!"
"Laws are made to be broken."
Yang Jian stood up and casually closed the portal.
He raised his hand again—this time casting the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.
Golden energy chains burst from his palm, yet wrapped in faint solar golden light—the power noticeably stronger than the traditional version!
The Ancient One watched him quietly. After a long moment, she suddenly spoke: "Yang Jian, are you interested in becoming the next Sorcerer Supreme?"
Yang Jian's expression became strange: "Isn't Strange good enough?"
"His talent is very high, but your potential… far exceeds imagination." The Ancient One's voice rarely carried a trace of eagerness.
"If you dedicated yourself to studying magic, your future achievements might surpass even mine."
Yang Jian shook his head: "Not interested. However…"
He looked toward the snow mountains outside the window, gaze deep.
"I can promise not to let the Dark Dimension touch Earth."
The Ancient One let out a soft sigh but didn't press further: "That's enough."
Next
The Ancient One led Yang Jian and Wanda to the deepest sealed chamber of the library.
On a thick obsidian platform lay an ancient tome with a cover engraved with bizarre runes.
The Book of the Darkhold
"This book records the origin of chaos magic, along with numerous forbidden knowledge." The Ancient One's tone was grave.
"Even in Kamar-Taj, it is kept only as a sealed object, never for study."
Wanda's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the book; the chaos energy inside her began to stir restlessly.
Yang Jian had already swept the entire book with super vision, absorbing all its contents.
"I need it." He said bluntly.
"To teach Wanda how to control chaos magic."
The Ancient One was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "I trust you won't abuse it."
"Of course." Yang Jian gave a light laugh.
"After all, I have no interest in destroying the world."
He raised his hand. A bio-field lifted The Book of the Darkhold, suspending it in front of Wanda.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Wanda took a deep breath and reached out to touch the pages.
BOOM!
A scarlet energy storm erupted instantly, whipping her red hair wildly!
The Ancient One immediately formed seals; a golden barrier enveloped the entire chamber to prevent the energy from leaking out.
Yang Jian stood in place, letting the chaotic magic currents slam against his body without moving.
Golden light flowed in his eyes as he silently recorded every change in Wanda.
"Interesting. This is true chaos."
Kamar-Taj Sealed Chamber
The moment Wanda's fingertips touched The Book of the Darkhold, the entire chamber felt as if it had been dragged into another dimension.
Scarlet energy erupted from the pages like a volcano, turning into countless twisted runes that wrapped around her arms.
Her pupils rapidly turned blood-red; her hair floated without wind; an oppressive aura burst from her body that made breathing difficult.
"Ughhh!" She threw her head back and let out a painful moan. The flood of chaos magic swept uncontrollably in all directions—even the golden barrier set by the Ancient One began to crack!
"Master!"
Wong tried to step forward but was repelled by an invisible force, crashing heavily into the wall.
The Ancient One formed seals with both hands. The Eye of Agamotto burst with green light—the power of the Time Stone attempting to stabilize the runaway energy.
"Wait, Sorcerer."
Yang Jian suddenly raised a hand, stopping her.
In his eyes reflected the chaos runes circulating around Wanda's body, as if he were analyzing some profound equation.
"She's undergoing metamorphosis."
Chaos Illusion
Wanda's field of vision was swallowed by scarlet.
She stood in a void of crimson ocean. Beneath her feet were countless shattered mirrors, each fragment reflecting the most painful memories of her life.
The explosions in Sokovia.
The figures of her parents falling.
Pietro's chest pierced by bullets.
Electric shocks and screams in the Hydra laboratory.
"This is the source of your power."
A deep voice echoed in the void.
Wanda spun around abruptly and saw a humanoid mass of scarlet energy hovering in front of her. Its face was blurred, yet carried a strangely familiar feeling.
"Pain, despair, rage—chaos exists because of emotion."
The energy entity stretched out its hand; its fingertip lightly touched her forehead.
BOOM!!!
Countless knowledge poured into her mind.
"No!" Wanda knelt on the ground, clutching her head. The knowledge clung to her like maggots on bone—impossible to shake off.
"Accept it." The energy entity leaned down, its voice like a whisper.
"Chaos is you. You are chaos."
Reality
The tremors in the chamber reached their peak!
Wanda floated in mid-air. Chaos magic solidified into a scarlet battle robe. A bizarre runic crown appeared on her brow.
Her voice suddenly overlapped with another, deeper tone.
"I am chaos!"
The Book of the Darkhold automatically flipped to the last page. The text on it wriggled like living creatures, turning into a beam of blood-red light that sank into her forehead!
The Ancient One's expression changed drastically: "Oh no—the book is choosing its master!"
Yang Jian, however, smiled: "Perfect."
He took one step forward—directly bursting into the center of the chaos energy storm—and pressed one hand to Wanda's forehead.
"Wake up, Wanda!"
Solar energy exploded from his palm, clashing violently with the chaos magic!
In the instant the two forces intertwined, clarity finally returned to Wanda's eyes.
"Yang?" she asked weakly.
"Remember—power is your servant." Yang Jian's voice pierced through her consciousness.
"Not your master."
He clenched his fist hard. Solar energy turned into chains that forcibly suppressed the rampaging chaos power back into Wanda's body!
Silence.
The storm abruptly ceased.
Wanda fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The scarlet battle robe faded away, returning her to ordinary clothes.
But her fingertips were still wreathed in chaos energy—several times more solid than before—coiling and drifting like a tame pet.
"I… controlled it?" She looked at her hands in disbelief.
Yang Jian bent down and picked up The Book of the Darkhold. The book was now completely blank; all text had vanished without a trace.
"Because the book's knowledge is already in your head." He tossed the blank book to the stunned Wong.
"Congratulations. You are now the true Scarlet Witch."
The Ancient One gave Wanda a deep look, then turned to Yang Jian: "You knew this would happen."
"Guessed it." Yang Jian shrugged.
"True chaos magic requires awakening, and this book was the best catalyst."
Wong clutched the blank book, voice trembling: "But this means… she's now a walking repository of forbidden knowledge!"
"So?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem with someone I'm protecting?"
The Ancient One suddenly laughed: "Looks like the Dark Dimension is really going to have a headache."
Snow Mountain Peak
When everyone left the sealed chamber, sunset had already gilded the snow peaks gold.
Wanda stood at the edge of the cliff. She gently raised her hand; a thread of scarlet energy swept across the snow like a ribbon.
Wherever it passed, snow turned into roses—then instantly withered into starlight.
"How does it feel?" Yang Jian walked up beside her.
"Like I just woke from a long nightmare." Wanda said softly.
"But now… the dream is over."
She turned to look at Yang Jian. The scarlet in her eyes had faded, leaving only clear amber.
"Thank you."
Yang Jian gazed toward the distant sea of clouds. There, faint lightning flickered.
"No need to thank me. Remember our agreement." He narrowed his eyes.
"But now… we have another person to deal with."
Above the clouds, a streak of golden light was approaching Earth at terrifying speed.
Captain Marvel had arrived.
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