Marvel DxD: The New Sorcerer Supreme

After giving Balthazar hope once again, I am now a hundred percent ensured by Balthazar's loyalty towards me.

'Gaining a Mid-class human as an ally. Check. All that's left is to enhance his strength through other means. Being Mid-class would just make him a better cannon fodder in a battle against Gods and Dragons.' As I proceeded to follow Balthazar who have gained a renewed vigor after I gave him my word, my mind started making future plans involving Balthazar and the recent events that just occurred.

First is obviously learning everything that Merlin has to offer in his tower, magic spells, theories, even Runes as Balthazar explained earlier how the Magic Rings were created with a mix of Nordic Runes and Merlin's own touch of Runes.

Second, try to see if I could still gather some of Merlin's trusted allies, it would be a great addition to the strength of the Sorcerer Society.

Lastly, convert Morgan Le Fay's followers to follow me instead. Of course, the conversion wouldn't be normal, it would involve a small hint of mind control and memory changes.

If there's something that the devils are good at, it's tempering with human memories, either to hide their presence or simply for fun.

"We're close. Be careful though, it's been a while since I last visited and I'm not sure if Merlin's magical traps are still active." Seriously, you're just saying that now?

As if sensing my displeasure, Balthazar made an apologetic expression.

A few minutes later, we stopped in our tracks.

"We're here." He said.

I looked around me in confusion. Here? In the middle of the forest?

Guessing the meaning of this, I pulled into my magical consciousness, sensing any magical anomalies around us.

That's when I saw it. A large illusionary dome in front of us, towering over 50 meters or beyond and covering a kilometer radius of land area.

I can't pierce through the illusionary dome, as if it can defend even from peepers like me.

I didn't know Merlin is capable enough to build an illusion that can hide even from me, a High-class devil.

I wonder how strong that old man is. Back in my previous world, the Marvel Universe, Merlin was one of the former Sorcerer Supremes, his contribution centered mostly around enhancing the effectiveness of the Sanctum Sanctorums in building a magical defense against dimensional lords and demons.

Merlin was also the Sorcerer Supremes who made the most artifacts for the Sorcerers, such as the Ebony Blade, Book of Eternity and etc.

There is also a rumor that Merlin is actually connected to his other selves across the Multiverse, making him almost anywhere.

This might be the reason why in almost every Universe, there will always be the name of Merlin, a legendary wizard.

"Master Merlin didn't exactly taught me how to enter through the illusion, I only remember that he held my shoulders as we walk forward and bypassed through it." Balthazar spoke, contemplating the reason behind it.

Meanwhile for me, my mind just realized the answer behind it.

Looking down on my hand where the Dragon Ring's eyes were blinking in red consecutively, I grinned.

I walked forward and touched Balthazar's shoulders, surprising the old wizard.

Before he could express his confusion, I pushed him forward, my palm not leaving his shoulder.

As we walk forward, we slowly passed through the bubble of illusion. Finally revealing the large expanse inside.

Aside from that, the one that caught my attention was the towering structure in front of us. It was made of cobblestones and some green leaves clinging on its body.

The windows weren't broken as I expected, despite years of abandonment, it still maintains its sheen, the wooden parts of the tower looks just fine, as if someone is still living here.

Could there be indeed someone still living here?

"It still looks the same." Even Balthazar was confused.

"What do you think?" I asked. Hopefully the old wizard would shed some clue here.

I don't want to enter the tower only to meet a naked old man who just got out of the shower who turns out to be someone who took the tower as his new home.

"I…I don't know." Balthazar furrowed his eyebrows.

Seeing that he won't be a help, I expanded my senses throughout the entire tower, only to be met witht the same response as when I used my senses on the illusion barrier earlier.

'Merlin is truly adept at hiding his secrets.' I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let's enter. Maybe the tower has a self-repair and self-cleaning magic? Who knows." Shrugging my shoulders, I pushed myself forward.

Balthazar, albeit hesitant, chose to follow my tracks, keeping up his guard just in case of surprise attacks.

As soon as we reached the dootstep of the tower, my senses immediately went haywire when the door opened by itself.

I can hear the door groaning, the hinches must be rusty if it can make a sound that loud and irritating to the ears.

Inside was dark, but I can still see what's inside. It was clean. Too clean as a matter of fact.

Did Merlin own some sort of House Elf or something? Not even a human can make this place so clean.

It has to be magic.

Yeah, that's gotta be it.

"Hello? Is somebody there?" I yelled. Balthazar from behind me also followed.

"Sorry for intruding! My name is Balthazar Blake, Merlin's disciple, the one who owns this tower. Can you please answer me?"

'This feels like something that occurs in a horror movie. Two main characters, entering a very haunted place then met the ghost, got killed and passes off a curse.' Too bad ghost don't scare me anymore.

The only thing that might scare me is if the existence of aliens is real.

Before I could add something in, I suddenly felt a searing pain on my finger, more specifically, my index finger where I wear my Dragon Ring.

Looking down in pain, I saw the said ring glowing and pulsing as if it had gained a life.

"What the?" Just as Balthazar noticed my predicament and tries to help, I felt my consciousness slipping.

God dammit. How can a mere ring make me fall asleep like this?

Before I knew it, I passed out on the ground.

***

I don't know how many hours have passed. As soon as I woke up, I found myself in the same place where I passed out earlier.

That's weird. I thought I would wake up to meet Merlin and gain knowledge or power from him like a novel protagonist.

"Balthazar? Where are you?" Did that guy just left me here?

How cruel.

Standing up, I was about to spread my senses when suddenly, I realized I can't. I tried my powers, demonic energy or some magic spells but I can't.

No, it didn't just disappear or something. It's like I didn't know it. As if the knowledge on how to use it disappeared from my mind. Like I didn't learn it on the first place.

I can still feel it, but I forgot how to draw it. I know it's existence but I don't know how to use it.

This is…confusing and scary.

"I see that you're finally awake." Suddenly, an elderly voice interrupted me, causing me to snap my head to the right.

Only then I noticed that someone has been watching me for a while, sitting on a rocking chair beside a lit fireplace and a side table with a large book resting on it.

Due to the light from the fireplace behind, I couldn't see the face of the owner. I do know that he's old base on his voice, just not his appearance.

"Who are you?" I asked, wariness evident in my tone.

"You don't need to be cautious around me. I'm a kind old man." The dark figure raised his hands, showing he's harmless.

Well, too bad for him, I'm not the kind of guy who sees someone unarmed as harmless. Magic is invisible and considered an armed weapon.

"Where am I? What happened to me? How did I get here?" I barraged the man with questions after question.

"Relax. Relax. I'm not here to harm you. As a matter of fact, I welcome you here in my tower." Despite the darkness covering his face, I can see his grin inside.

Wait, his tower?

"Are you…Merlin?" I asked in surprise.

That's when he finally stood and stepped forward, giving me his appearance.

"In the flesh." He was old, older than the oldest looking person I know. His wrinkles are so bad that they droop over his eyes like a Neapolitan Mastiff dog.

His beard is long, not as long as the one depicted in history where his beard would slide on the floor but still long nonetheless.

As for his outfit, he was wearing a long purple robe with star designs. I rubbed my eyes slightly, are those glitters I'm seeing on his robe?

And before I forget

He's also bald.

Coincidentally as my eyes hovered around his bald head, Merlin rubbed his head, as if he was insecure about it.

"You're alive…" I muttered to myself. Doesn't this mean he purposely allowed himself to be killed by his traitorous student?

Did Merlin planned it all along?

"No. I'm dead already. This is just a piece of my soul I engraved in my tower." Oh, right.

"I knew that someday Balzy will find my successor. I wasn't just expecting it to be this early. Tell him that he did a good job." Wait Baltzy? Is that Balthazar's nickname?

"Why not tell him yourself?" I asked.

"Because this will be the last time you'll see me alive. My Tower has kept my soul alive for this long and the moment that ring came in contact with the tower, my soul activated and I grew my consciousness. It wouldn't last this long, so I'll tell you everything you need to know."

"Anyways, first, let me introduce myself properly to you, my name is Merlin Ambrosius. I'm a wizard. Nice to meet you, my legacy inheritor."

"As for your questions earlier, you're currently inside my soul, or more specifically, a piece of my soul inside my tower."

"Since I wouldn't last long, I can't give you everything I know. But I already expected this, so once you wake up, go to the highest floor of the tower and enter my study. Only me and my successors can enter it, not even my students like Balthazar can enter. So always remember to wear my magic ring."

"And also, I'm surprised that my inheritor would be a devil." I hear him chuckled, which made me shift awkwardly.

"Oh, don't be tense. I'm not racist. I know someone who used to enslave devils and I personally dealt with him myself. In my eyes, as long as you're alive and breathing, we're all equals in the universe."

"I only have a minute left. Ask what you want to know." As if on cue, I blurted out the question that has been bugging me.

"How strong are you?" I can see him stunned by my question before smirking in confidence.

"…You might not know this but I once helped the God of the Bible to upgrade that Heaven's System of his."

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