Chapter 80: Kamar-Taj
After the golden spatial gate closed, another George stepped out from the adjacent room.
George, who had long mastered the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique, naturally used it where it was most effective, and over the years, he'd relied on it to learn and research dozens of complex fields — atomic physics, computer science, biology, chemistry, materials science, and others.
One could only say that the combination of extraordinary thinking ability and the Shadow Clone Technique was completely unfair — if not outright heaven-defying.
This clone walked out to the balcony, flopped into the lounge chair, picked up the novel lying there, and began reading like it had all the time in the world. That was its job — to stay on the island in George's place, blend in, and if anything unusual happened, alert the real one immediately.
Meanwhile, the real George arrived with the Sorcerer Ancient One in an antique courtyard. The air smelled faintly of incense and old stone. Somewhere nearby, sandalwood smoke curled lazily toward the sky.
In the courtyard, a few disciples were going through slow, practiced motions with glowing orange energy swirling around their hands. When they noticed the Ancient One's arrival, each of them paused and bowed respectfully.
"Hello, Ancient One."
She gave each of them a warm nod in return — no airs, no formality — even though she was their leader, the Sorcerer Supreme. That was just how things worked in Kamar-Taj. Everyone shared the knowledge. That was the point.
The Ancient One led George to a small room off to the side. The space was quiet, humble, with just a low tea table and two mats.
She poured tea without saying anything at first. George accepted it, murmuring a thank-you, and sipped quietly. The tea was warm and earthy. They drank three full cups in silence before she finally spoke.
"How is it? Tea from Tianchao. One of my personal favorites."
George smiled. "It's good. Light, clean."
In truth, it wasn't anywhere near the tea he grew inside his Chaos Space — not with the rare leaves and the spring water he'd cultivated himself. But there was no point in bragging, especially not here. That would just make things complicated.
The Ancient One set her cup down. "You've progressed fast. I noticed you started to experiment with spatial arrays not long ago. Now, here you are."
George gave a little shrug. "Maybe I've just been lucky."
"Space doesn't move forward by luck, George," she said, her tone kind but steady. Then a few books appeared in her hand. "Here, some reading. All about space. Go through them at your own pace."
George accepted the books. "Can I learn Kamar-Taj magic?"
"If you're interested, of course you can," she said. "Kamar-Taj magic, and most magic in this universe, tends to work by borrowing power. We draw from the Vishanti — a trinity of old gods, Oshtur, Hoggoth, and Agamotto, the first Sorcerer Supreme. But some people draw from darker places, dimensions better left alone. That's why we train the way we do."
She glanced at his notes. "Your circle drawings… those are Rune-based. Looks like something rooted in Asgardian systems. You'll find books on that in the library too. Come, I'll show you."
So George settled into life at Kamar-Taj.
He tore through the library. Two months in, and he'd already finished reading everything — except for the sealed texts that only the Ancient One had access to. Of course, reading was one thing. Acting and using what you'd learned was another. That part would take more time.
Still, the more he read, the more something started to click in his mind. Something about who he was.
The Ancient One had mentioned he carried the aura of a "dimensional being." That stuck with him. He didn't let it show, but it sat in the back of his head.
He thought about the Chaos Space inside the Chaos Pearl. Could that count as a dimension in itself?
It would make sense. The Ancient One, someone who'd spent centuries guarding Earth against dimensional invaders, wouldn't make a mistake like that.
So maybe what he had wasn't just a weird magical space — maybe it was something more. A proto-dimension, maybe even its realm. That would explain the aura. That would also explain the growing connection he felt with it.
The more he studied, the more the pieces fell into place.
In one of the books, he read about the defining features of a dimensional lord — a being who controlled, not borrowed from, an entire plane of existence.
And well… he ticked off two of the major boxes without even trying.
First, control. Sorcerers like the Ancient One could open the Mirror Dimension or draw power from somewhere else, but they couldn't shape or alter those realms. George, on the other hand, could control everything inside the Chaos Space, down to the shape of a rock or the growth of a seed.
Second, aging. Ever since he bound the chaos pearl to himself at sixteen, his appearance hadn't changed. Not even a little. And it wasn't because of some spell or potion.
He didn't have immortality yet, but something was happening to his body.
So maybe he wasn't just borrowing from dimensions like everyone else. Maybe he was becoming one. Or becoming the start of one.
That idea stayed with him.
Still, his realm was limited. Dormammu had an infinite dark dimension. Mephisto had his hell. George had about fifty acres of farmland and a spring. But it was growing, and it was evolving. That was something.
And unlike the others, his realm didn't grow through devouring. It grew through harmony. Through Chaos Pearls Energy. Through balance.
So he kept training.
Practicing alongside the other sorcerers was a different experience. They relied on borrowed magic. He used his own. It made a difference.
He also quickly understood why they trained in close-range combat. Magic was draining for them. Every spell came at a cost. Most Mystics only used magic as a last resort for serious threats or special situations. The rest of the time, they relied on enchanted relics, like whips, shields, or flying cloaks.
George tried the cafeteria food once. That was more than enough. It tasted like chalk boiled in disappointment. After that, he always ate from his owown privateupply — roasted meats, preserved vegetables, sweets, all carefully made and stored inside his Chaos Space.
His biggest breakthrough came when he started focusing on Runes.
They were everywhere — embedded in circles, carved into relics, floating mid-air — and the more he studied them, the more he understood how they could refine or power a teleportation array.
Soon, he found himself sketching diagrams and testing ideas again. But not here. Kamar-Taj wasn't the place for large-scale magical experiments.
He needed to go home for that.
And so, quietly, George began preparing to leave. Not because he'd learned everything, but because he'd learned enough to move forward on his own.
And more than that, he was starting to realize just how much more there was still left to uncover.
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Give me more power stone,
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