The Unlucky Sorcerer Bru

Sorcerer Bru’s Bad Luck

That night, Kyle rested in a room provided by Stark Industries.

The next morning.

Kyle emerged from the building, wearing a hooded leather jacket as he walked down the sidewalk, letting the newly risen sunlight bathe his body.

In their symbiotic state, Venom could ease the genetic mutations caused by radiation. It was also currently the only thing capable of extending his less-than-one-year lifespan.

Watching a family of three pass by him, chatting and laughing, Kyle recalled the final conversation he had had with Howard the previous night:

"Don’t tell anyone else about my condition for now, including members of the Karl family."

"You’re afraid they’ll worry? I think everyone should know. You’re our indispensable pillar. If you suddenly leave, the sky will come crashing down."

"When I’m about to leave Earth for the cosmos, I’ll tell them myself. Telling them now would only add to their troubles and worries."

"Three months. I’ll only help you keep it secret for three months."

Kyle sighed, feeling deeply miserable. He was starting to feel like an old man arranging his final affairs, hiding his physical condition from his family.

There was simply too much on his mind. On one hand, he had to race against death for time. On the other, he had to spend time building the foundation of his family’s power.

"Half a year. At most, I can remain on Earth for only half a year. After that, I’ll use the Space Primordial Stone to head into outer space and seek Ability Cards above blue quality!"

Having made up his mind, Kyle walked along the modern street. Then he suddenly looked up in alarm as the surrounding cityscape within his vision began to twist and shift in an orderly fashion.

The voices and figures of pedestrians rapidly faded away. In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a deserted, elongated city.

"This again? The Mirror Dimension?" Kyle raised an irritated brow and scanned his surroundings. Sure enough, he spotted a Black man standing not far behind him, seemingly the caster.

"I am Bru, a sorcerer."

The Black man spoke with slight arrogance. He wore a plain black sorcerer’s uniform, a strange square ring on his hand, and held an exquisite small rod-like wand.

"Are you Kyle, the one Sorcerer Supreme mentioned? I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, but you rarely come to the part of New York under my jurisdiction."

"Oh, right. You must be wondering how I did this. Unfortunately, for a mortal like you, it really is far too supernatural and fantastical…" Sorcerer Bru was boasting when he saw Kyle before him switch into a black combat suit, coldly cracking his knuckles as he strode forward.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Sorcerer Bru’s heart. "What do you want to do?"

"My mood happens to be awful. I didn’t expect someone to actually deliver himself to my doorstep." Kyle revealed a devilish cold smile, stretched his body, and crouched slightly to gather strength.

He stomped down hard, launching himself at Sorcerer Bru like a cannonball.

"So fast!" Sorcerer Bru’s expression changed drastically. He quickly raised both hands, spinning his wand as brilliant specks of golden magic formed a circular pattern in front of him.

Almost the instant his defensive shield was completed, Kyle’s fist crashed into it, blasting the patterned shield with flashing golden light.

"Not bad." Kyle licked his dry lips. The fighting spirit and killing intent of a hunter spotting prey rose within him as dark blades extended from both fists, stabbing fiercely and violently into the patterned shield hanging in the air.

He had merely lost his regenerative ability temporarily. That did not mean he had lost the combat power that ruled this era!

Under Sorcerer Bru’s disbelieving gaze, the shield floating before his hands began to crumble. The blade tips were on the verge of piercing through to his palms.

Shattering a magic shield with brute force and claws alone? Was this a monster?!

Sorcerer Bru had no time to think. He swung his raised hand, rotating the rod-like wand as its tip extended with magic power that condensed into tough golden threads.

"Wato Wand!" he cried softly. The wand transformed like a long whip and lashed forward through the air.

Kyle twisted aside to evade. The long whip formed from magical golden threads struck the street, scorching it and spraying countless golden sparks.

"I can do that too." Kyle thought to himself. Seeing Sorcerer Bru continue swinging the Magic Whip, he withdrew the claws on his left hand and raised it. Venom imitated the spell, condensing its black threads into a whip.

Venom Suit, Whip Form!

Kyle swung the whip in his left hand. Accompanied by howling winds, it collided and tangled with Sorcerer Bru’s Magic Whip.

Sorcerer Bru had just prepared to pull back with force when he felt terrifying strength far beyond his imagination traveling through the Magic Whip. At the last moment before the wand slipped from his grasp, he hastily dismissed the spell.

"That’s all?" Kyle clicked his tongue and swung the whip in his left hand. It cracked through the air with a howl as it lashed toward Sorcerer Bru’s body.

No matter how much a sorcerer comprehended the laws of nature or mastered the extraordinary power known as magic, his body was still that of an ordinary human. How could he dare take a whip strike with ten times a human’s strength head-on?!

Thus, Sorcerer Bru turned and fled without a shred of dignity.

His boots were magical artifacts called Leaping Boots. As he sprang upward, golden circular runes appeared beneath his feet, allowing him to step on thin air as though it were solid ground.

When Kyle looked up, Sorcerer Bru had already leaped continuously into the sky more than ten meters above.

"Since you came here, how could I possibly let you escape?" Kyle smiled, canceled the whip form on his left hand, and sprinted toward the nearby high-rise.

He ran up the wall and glass windows at a ninety-degree angle to the ground as though walking on level terrain, rapidly closing the distance between himself and Sorcerer Bru.

"That’s not fair. He clearly isn’t using magic…" Sorcerer Bru was dumbfounded in midair. Watching Kyle ignore the laws of physics and chase him along the side of the high-rise, a chill ran up his spine.

"Then don’t blame me—for no longer holding back!" Sorcerer Bru gritted his teeth, muttered an incantation, and swung both hands backward.

The Mirror Dimension was not merely a dimension that isolated reality. Sorcerers could also use its rules and laws to manipulate the Mirror Dimension’s shape to a certain degree.

As Kyle ran along the wall, he suddenly felt space flip. The high-rise beneath him began to shift and rotate, pressing him down between itself and the ground.

Soon, the front of the high-rise pressed flat against the street, and Kyle vanished from sight.

Sorcerer Bru landed lightly on the back of the high-rise. He blankly looked down at the city streets that had returned to silence and muttered, "Did I kill someone?"

"You’re overthinking it!" A frigid voice suddenly came from inside the building. A humanoid monster covered entirely in black leather-like skin smashed through the glass and leaped out.

Sorcerer Bru had just raised his wand to cast a spell when an extending black-thread whip shot out and tightly wrapped around the rod-like wand in his hand.

"You—" Before he could finish his shocked cry, Kyle, in his fully covered state, rushed before him and threw a controlled punch.

Sorcerer Bru’s head took a heavy blow. His eyes rolled slightly white as he fell stiffly to the ground.

"Ah, a fool who came knocking on my door. A walking card-drawing machine."

Kyle shrugged. His hood turned into black liquid threads and receded from his face as he cheerfully began dealing with the humanoid loot known as Sorcerer Bru.

I’ll leave you with two chapters for a taste. Updates will continue this morning. The journey of October updates has only just begun; the quality of the main story will only get better and better. There will be no filler.

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