Chapter 14: Never Underestimate a Diviner's Ability to Turn the Tables

From Marvel, Starting as a Genie

A few days later, Frank finally completed all the preparatory work for the early stage. He originally wanted to ask for some teams from Nick Fury, but he would just do missions to pay back the favor after the job transfer. However, Nick Fury had been very busy recently and had no time to manage him at all.

However, after repeated communication, Frank still got some help.

Nick Fury helped exert pressure on Kingpin and his Big Gold Tooth Company through various channels, forcing them to withdraw most of their thugs from Hell's Kitchen. Additionally, he very disgustingly found people from animal protection organizations and environmental protection organizations to provoke Kingpin, moving Kingpin's manpower on the surface and reducing the pressure Frank might encounter during the general attack.

Additionally, Nick Fury also sent one of his very important agents, Hawkeye Clinton Barton, to help Frank. Barton's arrival, besides increasing manpower for the team, also brought a large batch of equipment. These quantities were enough for Frank to launch a small war.

"This friend of yours is really not bad; he's quite loyal," Johnson squatted before the various equipment, his eyes shining.

As an archaeologist who mainly mixed in society with office work, this was the first time Johnson had seen these things, and then they instantly activated the kind of interest a man had, and the violent factors in his heart were stirring.

If he didn't know that entering a modern frontal battlefield would only add trouble, Johnson would have wanted to apply to join the assault team.

"Are you kidding me?" Frank listened to Johnson's praise for Nick Fury, his mouth twitching, feeling a bit dumbfounded. How could someone think Nick Fury, this head of agents, was loyal and a good brother?

"Isn't he?" Johnson was a bit surprised, looking down at these weapons. These things added up to at least tens of millions of US dollars, and the gun oil hadn't even dried yet. They were brand new goods at a glance. "Then these things, he gave them to you for free?"

"Free things are the most expensive," Frank leaned on the chair and sighed long. "I'm just a bit puzzled about this point. What exactly is he seeking?"

"Don't think so much," Johnson patted Frank on the shoulder. The pressure in this person's heart was beyond what outsiders could imagine. "Even if he sent over a sugar-coated bullet, then later, just return the bullet."

"You're right. Alright, I'm going to get ready to set off. You should also change places. Be careful of the soldiers under Nick Fury; don't trust them easily. You'll easily be tricked to death," Frank stood up, organized the equipment on his whole body, and said to Johnson.

When Frank's hand was on the doorknob, Johnson, who had been staring at him, spoke. "Really won't consider it anymore? Divination..."

"No need to tell me the answer. You are a Diviner, I am not. And someone gave me a hope to achieve my wish. No matter how many difficulties are on this road, I can only face them," Frank pulled the door open and walked out, leaving only a back view for Johnson.

After Frank walked far away, Johnson gave a bitter laugh twice and stood up, speaking to himself. "My subsequent potion materials still depend on you. You can't die."

Saying so, Johnson still subconsciously took out the pocket watch, preparing to divine whether he should fully help Frank.

But just when he was about to mobilize his spirituality, Johnson suddenly remembered the words Frank had said to him. He stared at the pocket watch hanging in the air for a long time, then grabbed it and put it away.

"I don't want to become someone who doesn't know which leg to step out with first if I don't divine before going out!"

Diviner, Diviner—is an expert who performs and controls divination, not someone controlled by divination. Since he had already decided to do it, there was no need to perform divination meaninglessly. That was a denial of himself. Moreover, Johnson had to save more spirituality to try to help Frank complete the "reverse wind" comeback.

Pushing open that big door, all the agents outside were already on their way to Hell's Kitchen under Frank's lead. Now there was only Johnson left here.

Facing the sun, Johnson opened his hands. The Diviner potion had been digested completely, and his state had never been better than it was now.

"Tell me, where can I find someone willing and capable of helping Frank!"

Johnson changed his divination method of only asking "yes or no" for the first time. The spirituality in his body rolled like the sea under a gale, pouring into the pocket watch all at once.

Under the activation of a large amount of spirituality, the cover of the pocket watch lifted slightly for the first time. The terrain of New York City flipped through Johnson's brain like a movie, and scenes flashed before Johnson's eyes like a revolving lantern.

The birthplace of Iron Man—Stark Industries Tower; S. H. I. E. L. D. headquarters—Triskelion; Masters of the Mystic Arts—New York Sanctum...

These scenes were sometimes complete and clear like photos, sometimes incomplete and blurry like mosaics. But without a doubt, they all possessed the power to reverse the situation of Frank's battle this time. However, what Johnson wanted wasn't just "can," but more importantly, "willing."

And so, finally, the revolving lantern stopped at a very ordinary two-story building. That was an ordinary building in Forest Hills, Queens, New York, not very far from here.

Johnson firmly remembered that address, put on a black round hat, hailed a taxi, and incidentally tapped his forehead twice with his right hand when getting in the car, opening his spirit vision.

Along the way, the taxi driver tried to strike up a conversation many times, but Johnson kept his eyes closed and didn't reply until he arrived at the destination, when he opened his eyes.

The spirit vision opened in advance had passed the time when it was slightly blurry at the beginning. Now Johnson looked at everyone very clearly, but the price for this was the massive consumption of spirituality. Johnson had already begun to feel his brain starting to get tired.

Where? Where?

Johnson was a bit anxious, walking quickly on the street. With that picture, he soon found that two-story building.

However, through spirit vision, Johnson discovered that there was only a pale white human figure in the house. Confirming through the window, that was just an older woman, likely not the person who could save Frank.

Just when Johnson was puzzled, he suddenly discovered a high school student walking on the side of the road.

In spirit vision, this young man had vigorous red light all over his body, which was a manifestation of extremely vigorous athletic ability. In this point, even Frank couldn't compare to this young man. And the purple on his head, which was linked to wisdom, thinking, etc., was also very vigorous. The other orange and yellow colors representing physical health were also very bright.

It could be said that this person had already far surpassed ordinary people in all aspects.

It should be him. Johnson organized his clothes and walked over. ===== CHAPTER 16 =====

The Ancient One couldn't be bothered with such petty squabbles; she was currently in the library flipping through various ancient texts, searching for traces the Genie might have left behind.

If things escalated later, Earth's overall magical defense network would transmit the information to the nearest Sanctum, and the Sanctum Sorcerers would come to resolve the problem.

Ding Hao hadn't intended to interfere either, but he suddenly discovered that a part of this ritual pointed toward the Dark Dimension.

He didn't know if the Black Sky that Dela and the others spoke of had been wiped out by Dormammu and its essence devoured, or if the so-called Black Sky itself was merely a phantom projection set up by Dormammu.

Regardless of which possibility it was, it didn't matter; since it involved the Dark Dimension, Ding Hao had to make a move.

Who had ever heard of the final big boss appearing at the very beginning of a game? This was clearly unreasonable and violated the fairness of the game's progression.

Consequently, Ding Hao remotely adjusted the occult interpretation of the ritual and took the opportunity to set some restrictions within the magical channel that was about to take form.

The ritual would still point to the Dark Dimension and end up in Dormammu's hands, but this time, it would only summon pure Dark Dimension energy, while the "private goods" Dormammu had mixed in—his own will—would be filtered out directly by the restrictions in the channel.

When the time came, Dormammu would only be able to seethe with anger, watching helplessly as his energy was stolen away, completely unable to do anything about it.

Tsk... this has quite the flavor of "cuckolding" the enemy, doesn't it...

A malicious and lewd smile appeared on Ding Hao's face; things were about to get much more interesting, and Dormammu would surely be infuriated to the point of misery.

My dear followers, do not worry; your god has personally stepped in to help you max out the aggro~