In a tranquil hall adorned with rich Eastern decor, the scent of aged sandalwood filled the air, mingling with the quiet hum of magic. Wooden pillars stood squarely around the room, supporting a high ceiling, while light filtered through the open windows, casting golden rays on the polished floor.
Outside, dozens of sorcerers were hard at work. Golden magic circles pulsed and flickered in the courtyard, some failing mid-cast, others holding firm as the magicians honed their skills. Some practiced martial techniques alongside their spellwork, creating a scene of both mysticism and discipline.
The environment was calm, almost serene—a stark contrast to the violent forces Bella had recently wielded.
Inside the hall, Bella knelt politely on the cushion before a low table, her long dark cloak trailing behind her like smoke. Across from her sat the Ancient One, Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, calm as ever, with a serene gaze that seemed to pierce through time itself.
The Ancient One gently lifted a white porcelain teacup from the tray in front of her, pouring fragrant tea with precise elegance. The steam danced between them as she extended the cup to her guest.
"This tea was cultivated by Master Wang," she said softly, setting the cup before Bella. "Do try it."
Bella accepted the jade-colored cup, raised it to her nose, and inhaled gently. The aroma was light yet deep—subtle floral tones with earthy warmth. Even someone like Bella, who rarely drank tea, had to admit it was exquisite.
She took a sip and smiled. "Your tea-making skills, Sorcerer Supreme, are nothing short of legendary."
The Ancient One chuckled softly, folding her hands around her own cup. Her expression was calm, but there was curiosity in her eyes.
"You are... unusual," the Ancient One said finally. "Not just your strength—but your clarity of mind. I have lived for centuries, and yet, I have never encountered someone quite like you."
Coming from the Sorcerer Supreme, this was no small compliment.
In truth, when Bella had first emerged into the world stage, the Ancient One had ignored her. She had not disturbed the timeline, had not provoked cosmic balance. At most, Bella was an anomaly—interesting, but not threatening.
That changed the moment Bella faced Mephisto.
The Ancient One felt it instantly: a ripple through the timelines, a shift in the fate of the multiverse. The Witch-Heart Demon and the chaos in New Mexico may have seemed like minor sparks to others, but they were enough to warrant her attention.
And when she truly focused on Bella's presence... the future fractured. Endless possible timelines unfolded—some bright, many dark. Bella was no longer just an anomaly.
She was a variable.
The kind that altered destinies.
What's more—Bella wasn't just strong. She was wise.
From what the Ancient One could see, Bella already possessed the strength equivalent to a Sub-God Tier, nearly rivaling the level of Celestials. But it wasn't just raw power. Her strategic mind, restraint, and philosophical understanding of power elevated her even further.
And most important of all: she hadn't lost her moral compass.
Yes, she was ruthless when she needed to be. Yes, she had blood on her hands. But so did every protector.
Bella listened quietly, sensing the immense respect in the Ancient One's tone. She didn't respond with arrogance. Instead, she only smiled—humble, observant, and curious.
The two women spoke little in terms of idle chatter. Instead, the Ancient One shared tales of the hidden multiverse, of forbidden dimensions, chaotic realms, and interdimensional gods.
Bella was fascinated. She knew some of these things, of course—legends and names whispered in the shadows of Asgard or etched in alien scripts—but never had she received such detailed knowledge.
This universe was far bigger than she'd ever imagined.
No matter how much she learned, it seemed she was only scratching the surface.
It was why Bella never stopped studying. In the void of space, in the halls of Asgard, even in the desolate wastelands of other worlds—she always believed that to truly grow stronger, she had to understand the nature of the world she lived in.
And now, the Ancient One was proving to be one of the best teachers she had ever met.
After a moment of silence, Bella grinned.
"I'd like to learn more... actual magic," she said boldly, almost sheepishly.
To her surprise, the Ancient One didn't hesitate. She nodded as if she'd been expecting the question all along.
"Our magic doesn't originate from Earth. It was borrowed—from older, more violent corners of existence," she explained. "The stronger the spell, the fiercer the universe pushes back. The world resists what does not belong."
Then her gaze locked onto Bella's.
"But you... are different. The energy inside you, it doesn't resist or rebel. It listens. You can reshape it into anything—fire, shadow, light, even time. You don't just use magic. You embody it."
She smiled, then sighed softly. "If you had the desire, Bella... you could become the greatest Sorcerer Supreme in history."
Bella laughed nervously. "Thanks, but I'll pass on the title."
Titles didn't matter to her. What mattered was strength—and the ability to protect what she valued. Still, there was one thing she was very interested in.
"Tell me more about Dormammu."
That name alone brought a flicker of emotion to the Ancient One's expression. Dormammu was no minor spirit or demon. He was a cosmic force of malevolence, an entity that sought to devour dimensions.
But Bella's interest wasn't out of recklessness.
She wanted to challenge Dormammu. Eventually.
If knowledge was the path, she would walk it.
If magic was the weapon, she would master it.
As the Ancient One watched Bella lean forward, eager to learn, she realized something else: Bella didn't gain power by defeating enemies or unlocking systems.
She learned. Constantly. Relentlessly.
She studied the mechanics of atomic collapse. She built stars from pure energy. She crafted her own versions of weapons inspired by fiction—EX-rank swords, nuclear bursts, gravitational compression fields.
And now, she added mystic arts to her arsenal.
With the Ancient One's approval, Bella began studying at the Sanctum Sanctorum. And thanks to the Space Stone tucked safely in her possession, she could return home anytime—ensuring little Sally was always cared for.
The sacred sanctum was filled with ancient, powerful spells.
Mirror Dimensions. Sling Ring portals. Illusions of Ikonn. Chains of Cyttorak. Shields of Seraphim. Rings of Raggadorr. Spells so complex that most human minds would collapse from the strain.
But Bella learned fast. Very fast.
Her brain worked far beyond human limits. She asked questions constantly. And whether it was the Ancient One herself or the sorcerer known as the King of Magic, she wasn't shy about seeking help.
In just a few days, many senior sorcerers had come to respect her deeply.
To them, Bella wasn't just powerful—she was a prodigy.
And Bella understood something as well.
The Ancient One's kindness wasn't given lightly.
She would return that kindness one day—with action.
And if that meant challenging Dormammu in the future... so be it.
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Time passed.
A full month went by in the blink of an eye.
And now, Bella was preparing to leave the Sanctum Sanctorum, her studies complete for now.
She looked back once, her heart filled with gratitude.
In just thirty days, she had absorbed more knowledge than most magicians could dream of in a lifetime. She'd discovered new ways to shape reality, bend time, shield her allies, and trap her enemies.
Even the Ancient One had paused during their last training session and said, "You've gone further than most of my disciples."
And the King of Magic? He could only shake his head and whisper, "Monster…"
Bella smiled at the memory.
She didn't chase fame or titles.
But her power?
It was now unmistakable.
She was no longer just a judgment goddess.
She was a living force of science, sorcery, and willpower—and the world had yet to see her full strength.
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Key Events in This Chapter (Bold Highlights):
Bella shares tea and wisdom with the Ancient One, earning high praise.
Ancient One reveals Bella's potential to surpass all Sorcerers Supreme.
Bella begins her training in magic at the Sanctum Sanctorum.
She quickly masters techniques like the Mirror Dimension and chains of Cyttorak.
Other magicians acknowledge Bella as a genius and powerhouse.
Bella finishes her month of training, having learned more than most in years.
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