Chapter 8: Archaeologist and Occultist

From Marvel, Starting as a Genie

With the increase in the number of participants, Ding Hao, who was strolling around everywhere in the Marvel world, also saw his satisfaction with Frank increase.

Although many things were not actively done or guided by Frank, this little drama was realistically much more interesting than what Ding Hao had originally envisioned.

Actually, Frank had always been on a detour. Special energy was not difficult to find on this planet, and even if limited to Dragon Bone fossils, there were special solutions.

For example, S. H. I. E. L. D. —standing on the opposite side of the Hand for so long, Nick Fury also held a portion of Dragon Bone in his hands. Although the quantity wasn't large, it was enough for Frank's job transfer.

Moreover, there was more and stronger special energy within S. H. I. E. L. D. The Tesseract was in S. H. I. E. L. D.'s hands right now.

However, "blessings and curses are intertwined." If Frank really did that, what he could finally obtain would be the same as the evaluation of the side quest—just a boring reward.

Now it was different. If Frank could still complete the quest, he would obtain more rewards.

Because what he did was too interesting. It was like, now, Ding Hao hadn't expected that because of Frank's actions, on this planet, someone had actually started to summon the Genie's power through a ritual.

This ritual was full of errors, and the performer was only making a plausible attempt. But one must know that this summoning path had never appeared on this planet before. This was the first time.

In Hell's Kitchen, inside a luxurious building, there was protection from Kingpin's men and Hand ninjas all around.

Because the most famous archaeologist in New York, Thomas Johnson, was staying here now.

"Teacher, teacher, it's time. Are you awake? Can I come in?" The student kept asking outside the door.

They had been invited over by a collectibles company under Kingpin's men, seemingly to find something. Of course, only the teacher knew what it specifically was.

"Come in." Johnson's voice was a bit hoarse, like someone who had been pulling all-nighters for several days.

The student pushed the door open. As soon as he walked in, he found that his foot had kicked something.

Looking down, he saw various oddly shaped crafts placed on the ground.

*Sigh*—the student sighed. His teacher's professional level was terrifyingly high, but now he only had a professor title at a second-rate school. This was all dragged down by the things on the ground.

Besides being an archaeologist, the teacher also called himself an occultist, full of curiosity about all the mysterious things in the world.

Believing in gods and pursuing mystery didn't count for much, but the problem was that the teacher didn't believe in the sects with the most believers and their gods, and even said similar things in semi-public places.

According to Johnson, if so many people's daily pursuit and prayer were really useful, there should be some feedback. So, it was better to study some niche things that everyone hadn't seen before.

"You go tell them that today's exploration is postponed for three hours. I have things to deal with." Johnson said while holding graphite and brass powder, drawing something on the ground.

"Teacher, is that not quite appropriate?" The student asked, standing at the door.

At times like this, it was best not to walk around randomly. Messing up things would lead to being scolded, although the student felt that it was already messy enough here.

"What's not appropriate? I over-fulfilled the work a few days ago." Johnson's eyes lit up. "Yes, already over-fulfilled. You tell them directly that I'm resting today and let them find it according to the results I gave a few days ago."

"Teacher..." The student still wanted to persuade him. After all, those people outside were not good people.

"That's enough! Get out quickly, don't disturb me!" Johnson said impatiently.

After the student left, Johnson picked up the camel craft that the student had kicked. Looking at his masterpiece, he was very satisfied in his heart.

Johnson's own material desire was very low, and he wasn't short of money. So when Kingpin seduced him over, he didn't use money, but a necklace that Sanders carried with him.

The news of the "vegetable" banquet was well blocked among ordinary people, but it was well-known among upper-class people.

After Johnson verified it with several of his friends and confirmed that this matter was real, he immediately brought his equipment and came over happily.

Last night, just as he was about to sleep, Johnson suddenly had an inspiration and took out everything he collected that he thought had mysterious power.

According to the holes dug in Hell's Kitchen and the positions of the "vegetables" at the banquet, he set up this ritual that could barely count as one.

Taking a deep breath, Johnson placed the camel in his hand against the door. Now, the spirit-calling ritual was basically completed.

And Ding Hao was floating in the room, curiously watching Johnson's actions.

This person could be considered a genius. If placed in many other worlds, he would probably have become a master of divination and prophecy. Of course, he might also have died during his first attempt.

This simple ritual pointed to at least fourteen demon gods, and the part that protected the ritual performer could be said to be non-existent. If this ritual went through, the first to die would be Johnson himself.

But this matter wouldn't happen, because half of these fourteen demon gods were already dead, and the rest had been beaten into fear by the Ancient One.

Sensing that the holding point was Earth, they would run away in time, let alone come to respond.

Except for Ding Hao, this troll. He looked at Johnson's actions and still felt it was quite interesting. So he decided that if this person wasn't a "Yegong who loves dragons" (a hypocrite), he could help him a little bit.

Johnson held his notebook, which was made of selected passages from countless mysterious books, and checked the ritual again one by one.

Following closely, Johnson stood in the center of the ritual, reached into his small bag, and took out two small white bags.

Inside one bag was refined salt, and the other was sea salt.

Johnson held his breath and drew two circles around himself with the two types of salt. This was the part he thought of that could protect himself in the ritual.

After doing all this, Johnson placed his hand on the book and began to chant a passage of text similar to prayer and calling in ancient Latin.

Okay, this ritual would definitely not succeed, Ding Hao could be sure.

The ancient Latin in Johnson's mouth had a heavy accent, and the prayer pointed to the Valkyrie Legion of Asgard, while the symbols on the ground pointed to various demon gods. In most cases, the two sides belonged to opposing parties.

If this summoning succeeded, heaven knows what kind of thing would be summoned.

A few minutes passed, and there was no change in the room. Johnson opened his eyes and sighed long.

He wrote his steps and results in the notebook, along with some remarks.

Ding Hao, who was above, smiled slightly. *Eh*~ at this time, it was his turn to appear. ===== CHAPTER 9 =====