"All things related to magic share a common point—the source determines everything."
"And I am the source of this energy, I can control it at any time to do whatever I want."
Mordo fell silent.
'If Lucas has any intentions while sorcerers use the energy he provides for training, he can easily twist the minds of other sorcerers.'
'Can the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj trust him unconditionally?'
Seeing Mordo's silence, Lucas added, "There's also another point. My current energy is not enough to support all sorcerers' training, and it's not scarcity but uneven distribution that causes concern."
During the upgrade phase, Lucas's combat power is generally not affected.
However, he cannot freely absorb mystical energy and convert it into points. Absorbing too much mystical energy would affect his mind.
After the upgrade is complete, he can open an exchange service as appropriate. He could also act as a middleman, taking a small cut to earn a little profit.
Conveniently, the dimension taken from the Beast can be used as a transfer station for exchanging dimensional energy and points.
A moment later, Mordo calmed down and apologized to Lucas, "I was presumptuous, Lucas. Although Kamar-Taj advocates sharing knowledge, it does not force sorcerers to make selfless contributions."
"Moreover, Lucas, your continued strength is more important than the improvement of other sorcerers."
Even if this special energy was not Lucas's own, but something he discovered in a special place, Mordo had no reason to ask him to hand it over for all sorcerers to share.
On the contrary, in that case, it should be used by Lucas alone.
What Mordo just said was heartfelt and true. Lucas's strength alone was more important than all other sorcerers in Kamar-Taj combined.
Lucas smiled gently. "It's alright, you were just worried."
"If there are no other issues, I'll leave Matt to you. I'll go get busy now."
Mordo's lips twitched. "Lucas, you go get busy then."
After their conversation, Matt left with Mordo.
Although what Lucas and Mordo said was vague, he understood a little.
Using Lucas's energy would put him under his control.
But what did that have to do with him?
Without Lucas, he would still be drifting aimlessly in the Beast's dimension.
After entrusting Matt to Mordo, Lucas returned to the rocking chair in the corner. He lied down, his eyes slightly closed.
Creak!
Creak!
Creak!
"Wanda, Pietro, why are you so quiet? Are you here to ask about the Inheritors?"
Lucas opened his eyes and sat up, looking at Wanda and Pietro, who were lying in rocking chairs beside him, imitating his posture.
Wanda and Pietro looked a little embarrassed.
"Yes, Lucas. Is there any news about the Inheritors?"
Lucas was helpless, he had only spoken to them about this yesterday. How could there be news so quickly?
However, he could understand.
"Wanda, Pietro, if there's any news about the Inheritors, I'll let you know. But don't forget, cloning technology alone isn't enough."
"You also need to become strong enough to snatch your parents' souls back from Hell. You won't get stronger by just spacing out here with me, you know."
Wanda nodded and explained, "I know, but I can't calm down right now. Ancient One said I'm not suitable for training at the moment."
Pietro explained himself, "Me too."
Lucas was speechless.
'Am I really not suited to be a teacher? I can't even draw a good picture.'
Lucas smiled helplessly and comforted the two, "Then just rest here in peace. Don't worry, the Spider-Men are in action."
The Spider-Men are in action, and so are the Inheritors.
Morlun is the strongest member of the Inheritors, second only to the patriarch, Solus.
He has been very unhappy lately.
Ever since the Inheritors captured the God of the spider totem, the Master Weaver of Earth-000, Solus, the patriarch of the Inheritors, unexpectedly discovered that the Master Weaver possessed the ability to travel through the Multiverse.
Under the design of Jennix, they began to use the Master Weaver's ability to travel between different Universes and search for and hunt all Spider-Men in the Multiverse.
Initially, the operation went very smoothly. Every world connected by the Master Weaver's Web of Life and Destiny had a Spider-Man.
A lone Spider-Man.
But as a large number of Spider-Men died across the Multiverse, a few Spider-Men discovered that someone was specifically hunting them.
After investigation, they discovered the existence of the Inheritors. After that, these Spider-Men united the Spider-Men from other Universes and left their original worlds to fight a guerrilla war against the Inheritors in the Multiverse.
Miguel, the Ultimate Spider-Man 2099, was one of them.
The Web Slingers led by him gathered many Spider-Men.
As a result, the difficulty of finding lone Spider-Men has rapidly increased.
However, a while ago, Morlun led the Inheritors to discover and breach a stronghold of the Web Slingers. And from it, they obtained the coordinates of over a dozen Universes.
As the leader, he was assigned five of them but the first four Universes yielded nothing.
The Web Slingers had likely already moved the Spider-Men in time.
This current one is the last one.
—Earth-65.
Morlun didn't hold much hope, merely performing a routine check.
"Five Spider-Men! This Universe actually has five Spider-Men!!!"
Looking at the newspaper content, Morlun was ecstatic.
"And they even formed a band, performing every Saturday night at the New York Metropolitan Opera House!"
Morlun looked at the names and pictures of the Spider-Men in the newspaper, trembling with excitement.
Spider-Man Band, members:
Spider-UK
Spider-Man Noir.
SP//dr.
Ghost-Spider.
Spider-Ham.
Morlun grinned, setting off for the New York Metropolitan Theater, waiting to ambush them.
Night fell, at an abandoned warehouse in the New York harbor.
The five Spider-Men sat in a circle, discussing how to ambush the Inheritors on Earth-65.
Spider-Ham asked, "Didn't Sorcerer Spider-Man say to just carry on with our normal activities?"
"And when the Inheritors shows up, just press the button to call him for rescue."
Gwen shook her head, "I got news. Sorcerer Spider-Man has a friend who also carried a button. In the end, he still died, his physical body gone, with only his soul remaining."
"How could this happen?!" Spider-Ham exclaimed, somewhat disbelieving.
"Is this button fake? Did Sorcerer Spider-Man trick us?"
"No, the button is real. Sorcerer Spider-Man didn't trick you." Gwen denied Spider-Ham's claim.
She explained for Lucas, "Sorcerer Spider-Man's friend was instantly killed, too fast to press the button."
"Instantly killed, too fast to press the button?" Peni's expression changed.
She hadn't been bitten by a spider, and her base combat power was average, relying mainly on her mech for fighting. If Sorcerer Spider-Man's friend could be instantly killed, she might also be vulnerable.
"Ghost-Spider, do you have a good plan?" Spider-Man Noir asked in a deep voice.
Gwen smiled confidently.
Of course, she had thought of a plan before calling them for a meeting.
"We don't necessarily have to be bait, exposing ourselves openly and giving the Inheritors the first move."
"Then what should we do?" Peni asked.
If they followed Lucas's suggestion, she would undoubtedly be in the most danger. If Gwen had a better plan, she would support it wholeheartedly.
Gwen didn't keep them in suspense. "We can lure the snake out of its hole. We form a Spider-Man band and choose a fixed time and place to perform."
"And then?"
"Then, spread our reputation. Try to make it known to everyone. As soon as the Inheritors arrive in this Universe, they will know this news."
"This way, they won't have to search for us everywhere. They just need to wait in a fixed location for us to appear at a fixed time."
Spider-Ham asked confusedly, "What's the difference? Aren't we still exposed?"
"Of course there's a difference."
Spider-Man Noir explained, "We only need to keep an eye on one place, and when the Inheritors arrive in this Universe, it will be easy to spot their traces."
"Even if they don't appear, we don't need to constantly expose ourselves and stay on alert 24 hours a day."
The five Spider-Men exchanged glances, and they unanimously agreed to lure the snake out of its hole.