Chương 151: Chapter 151: Mr. Invincible 

Kamar-Taj. 

Luke, the Ancient One, and a heavily bandaged Wong—who had literally just been discharged from the hospital ward—were all standing around a wooden table, staring intently at the glowing, foul-smelling yellow soul sphere. 

"So... exactly how do we intend to transfigure this disgusting yellow ball back into Mordo?" Luke asked, firmly pinching his nose. The atrocious stench was overwhelmingly powerful. He quickly mentally commanded a Shadow Ninja to fetch him a medical mask, which significantly improved his localized air quality. 

Noticing Wong sitting in a wheelchair, his hands heavily immobilized in casts and his face contorted in agony from the smell, Luke kindly requested a second mask for the injured librarian. 

Standing on the opposite side of the table, the Ancient One pinched her nose and rolled her eyes. You literally couldn't order three masks?! 

Ignoring the lack of consideration, the Ancient One answered Wong's initial question. "Should we formally request the Chinese medical experts to assist with the transfiguration?" Wong had asked, remembering their miraculous intervention with his own soul. 

"Unnecessary," the Ancient One shook her head slowly. "Mordo's soul has not sustained any catastrophic structural damage. It is simply heavily sealed and actively suppressed by a highly concentrated layer of localized, extra-dimensional demonic energy—specifically, Hellfire, as Galacta indicated. They lack the specific expertise to break a localized demonic seal." 

To Luke's absolute, profound awe, the Ancient One casually, fearlessly reached out and physically grabbed the foul-smelling, cursed soul sphere with her bare hands! 

As she began meticulously, precisely channeling her magical energy to carefully decode and dismantle the complex demonic seal, a critical logistical problem suddenly occurred to Luke. 

"Wait a minute. Assuming we successfully extract and restore Mordo's soul... exactly where is his physical body? We can't simply allow his soul to permanently float around Kamar-Taj! If he remains ethereal, he's incredibly vulnerable to being randomly kidnapped by another passing Hell Lord!" 

Luke turned to Wong. Wong blinked, and his expression instantly became highly awkward and deeply uncomfortable. 

"Well... the attending physicians in London explicitly pronounced him legally, biologically deceased due to catastrophic, catastrophic blood loss and massive, localized organ failure. After thirty minutes of aggressive, completely unsuccessful resuscitation attempts, his body was officially transferred to the hospital morgue." 

"Oh, thank god. That's perfectly fine. I was genuinely terrified his corpse had already been processed and cremated. As long as the physical vessel is intact, we can easily work with it," Luke sighed in profound relief. 

While Mordo's original biological body was technically legally dead, the Marvel Universe possessed numerous, highly advanced, practically miraculous technological solutions! 

Luke instantly thought of Dr. Helen Cho's revolutionary 'Cradle' technology from Avengers: Age of Ultron. The Cradle possessed the terrifying, miraculous capability to literally synthesize and construct an entirely new, flawless biological body from raw, localized organic material—it even successfully synthesized a vessel capable of safely housing an Infinity Stone (Vision)! Utilizing the Cradle to simply reconstruct a baseline human body for Mordo would be incredibly easy! 

We could even highly customize his new physical parameters! If he was previously dissatisfied with his height or localized muscle mass, we could easily optimize the new chassis! Luke rubbed his chin, smiling at the brilliant logistical solution. 

However, Wong abruptly shattered his optimistic daydream. 

"Unfortunately... when I formally visited the morgue to pay my final respects... I discovered a massive team of highly enthusiastic London medical students actively surrounding his body with scalpels! Apparently, as an 'unidentified John Doe,' his body had been formally donated to medical science! Naturally, I was absolutely furious! Utilizing my remaining strength, I aggressively intimidated the hospital administration, forcefully reclaimed his remains, and immediately, explicitly ordered an accelerated, maximum-temperature cremation! I have his ashes securely stored in a highly ornate urn. Do you require them?" 

Luke's confident smile instantly froze. He stared at Wong in absolute, mind-boggling disbelief. 

Can you successfully extract viable, highly complex genetic DNA sequences from completely incinerated, high-temperature ash?! 

Luke slowly, mechanically turned his head toward the Ancient One. "Is it theoretically possible for Kamar-Taj to magically construct a brand-new physical vessel for Mordo that exactly matches his original biological parameters? Could he successfully inhabit it?" 

"That is biologically and mystically impossible," the Ancient One sighed helplessly, shaking her head. "Even if we perfectly, magically replicated his external physical appearance down to the microscopic level... the highly complex, fundamental, localized internal 'spiritual resonance' of the new vessel would be entirely different. If he attempted to forcefully inhabit an unmatched vessel, his soul and the body would actively, constantly reject each other. He would likely be permanently paralyzed, or at best, suffer severe, agonizing localized mobility issues." 

"The localized soul and the physical vessel must possess absolute, perfect spiritual synchronization?" Luke muttered, desperately racking his brain. "Wait. I think I actually possess a highly specific, highly specialized artifact that addresses this exact localized problem! Give me a second!" 

Luke quickly opened a localized Sling Ring portal and ordered a Shadow Ninja to immediately retrieve the weapons belonging to Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive. 

Ignoring Proxima's broken spear, Luke carefully grabbed Corvus Glaive's highly ornate, incredibly lethal glaive and placed it carefully on the wooden table. 

"This specific weapon previously belonged to a highly advanced extraterrestrial warlord named Corvus Glaive. The weapon possesses a highly terrifying, localized magical attribute: it actively houses and completely protects his soul! Furthermore, as long as the blade remains structurally intact, the weapon possesses the localized capability to continuously, flawlessly regenerate his original, perfect biological body from absolute scratch, even if he is completely, utterly atomized!" 

The Ancient One paused her decoding process. She temporarily placed Mordo's soul sphere on the table and carefully picked up Corvus Glaive's weapon, her eyes glowing with intense, highly concentrated analytical magic. 

"This is an incredibly fascinating, highly complex artifact," she noted, her tone radiating genuine academic interest. "It actively utilizes the localized, fundamental spiritual signature of the anchored soul as a precise, architectural blueprint to actively synthesize the physical vessel. Therefore, the resulting body is always in an absolute, perfect state of spiritual synchronization. In conclusion... yes, utilizing this weapon, we can flawlessly reconstruct an ideal vessel for Mordo." 

"Outstanding," Luke nodded in satisfaction. "However, there is a minor logistical hurdle. The weapon is currently actively occupied by the soul of Corvus Glaive. How exactly do we permanently, aggressively evict his soul to make room for Mordo?" 

The Ancient One frowned deeply, continuing her meticulous analysis. "The original soul was heavily, fundamentally integrated into the absolute core magical matrix of the weapon during its initial forging process centuries ago. It is completely, irrevocably bonded. Utilizing standard, foundational Eldritch magic, it is completely impossible to safely separate the soul from the matrix." 

"So..." 

"Only highly advanced, highly aggressive, fundamentally corrosive Dark Magic possesses the specific, localized capability to violently sever that specific tier of soul-binding." 

Luke raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you absolutely certain? Officially, Kamar-Taj operates on a strict, zero-tolerance policy regarding the active utilization of Dark Magic within its walls." 

"Correct," the Ancient One nodded slowly. "There are absolutely no localized texts detailing Dark Magic within Kamar-Taj. Therefore, we must aggressively seek an external, highly specialized source." 

Luke glanced briefly out the window, then turned back to her. "And?" 

The Ancient One sighed, looking slightly resigned. "I am currently aware of exactly two viable tactical options to acquire the necessary Dark Magic." 

"First: we successfully locate the 'Darkhold'—the absolute, supreme grimoire containing the infinite, complete compendium of Dark Magic authored by Chthon, the Elder God and primordial creator of Dark Magic. Incidentally, Chthon is currently permanently banished from Earth." 

The Ancient One gave Luke a highly pointed, intense stare before continuing. "However... the Darkhold was completely, mysteriously lost to history centuries ago. I have absolutely zero intelligence regarding its current localized dimensional coordinates." 

"Second: we successfully locate a highly specialized, localized individual who already inherently possesses and actively utilizes the necessary Dark Magic. Fortunately, I am explicitly aware of one such individual." 

"Who?" Luke asked immediately. 

"A highly proficient, locally renowned motorcycle stunt rider named Johnny Blaze. Are you familiar with him?" 

"Never heard of him." 

The Ancient One smoothly pulled a highly advanced smartphone from her robes. She rapidly typed a few keywords into a search engine and slid the phone across the table to Luke. 

The screen displayed a flashy, highly aggressive promotional poster: 

'MR. INVINCIBLE: The Greatest, Most Extreme Motorcycle Stunt Rider in Human History!' 

Luke examined the poster. "Ah, the Ghost Rider... wait, isn't he officially contracted directly to Mephisto?" 

"He previously entered into a highly desperate, incredibly foolish contractual agreement with Mephisto to achieve a highly specific localized objective. However, as is absolute universal law, entering into contractual agreements with Hell Lords invariably results in catastrophic, eternal suffering," the Ancient One explained slowly. "He absolutely despises Mephisto. However, the absolute, binding nature of the demonic contract forces him to unwillingly act as Mephisto's primary enforcer and bounty hunter." 

Luke nodded, grasping the tactical angle. "So, exactly how do we convince him to assist us?" 

"We offer to permanently, completely sever his demonic contract with Mephisto." 

Meanwhile, deep within the fiery, agonizing depths of the Hell Dimension... 

Mephisto sat heavily upon his colossal, burning throne of tortured souls, intensely, deeply analyzing the localized tactical outcome of his recent excursion to Earth. He eventually sighed heavily in profound, absolute frustration. 

Engaging the Ancient One while she actively wielded the Time Stone had been a catastrophic, highly costly tactical error. She had aggressively, violently utilized localized temporal loops and high-tier offensive magic to permanently obliterate a massive quantity of his highly valuable, carefully collected souls. 

Furthermore, Mephisto strongly disliked direct, physical combat; his absolute supremacy lay entirely in highly complex, manipulative legal contracts and psychological torture. 

As he sat brooding in absolute irritation, a dark, incredibly sinister figure slowly approached the throne. 

"My beloved son. Have you explicitly arrived to arrogantly mock my recent localized tactical setback?" Mephisto sneered, glaring down at Blackheart. 

Although Blackheart was officially his biological offspring, their relationship was characterized entirely by absolute, mutual, highly murderous hatred. 

Blackheart, observing Mephisto's obvious anger, offered a highly fake, incredibly mocking smile. "My revered father! I was merely intensely curious... what massive, highly valuable cosmic treasures did you successfully acquire during your recent, highly aggressive excursion?" 

Mephisto simply glared coldly at Blackheart, absolutely refusing to engage the taunt. 

Seeing his father's silence, Blackheart's fake smile vanished, replaced by a cold, highly aggressive sneer. 

"So, I am entirely correct in assuming you returned completely empty-handed? You failed to successfully acquire even a single, pathetic, low-tier mortal soul?" 

Hearing the blatant, highly insubordinate disrespect, Mephisto violently stood up! His terrifying, demonic aura violently flared, causing the surrounding Hellfire to aggressively roar! 

"Do you currently possess a specific, highly critical issue with my absolute leadership, my son?!" Mephisto roared, his voice shaking the foundations of the throne room. 

Blackheart instantly adopted a highly submissive, completely insincere posture. "Absolutely not, Father." 

"Excellent." Mephisto slowly, menacingly descended the steps, stopping directly in front of Blackheart. He stared down at his son with eyes devoid of any paternal affection, radiating only absolute, cold malice. 

"Do not ever arrogantly forget your localized position. While you are technically designated as the formal heir to this dimension... that designation exists entirely, exclusively because I actively allow it." 

Mephisto violently turned his back and strode out of the throne room, leaving Blackheart standing in silence. 

As Mephisto walked away, his internal fury burned brighter than the surrounding Hellfire. 

That arrogant, pathetic, entirely useless fool. 

The absolute, singular reason Mephisto hadn't already violently, permanently executed Blackheart centuries ago was due to a massive, highly complicated dimensional technicality. Because Blackheart was his biological offspring, he inherently possessed a highly complex, fundamental localized tether to the core foundational power of the Hell Dimension. Violently executing him would cause massive, catastrophic, permanent structural damage to the entire dimension. 

However, watching Blackheart become increasingly arrogant, openly insubordinate, and actively ambitious, Mephisto's eyes narrowed with cold, absolute calculation. 

It appears the localized tactical situation requires me to aggressively activate the highly specialized, highly volatile asset I previously stationed on Earth. 

While utilizing the Ghost Rider carried inherent, highly unpredictable risks... Mephisto absolutely had to forcefully, violently reclaim Blackheart's localized dimensional authority before the arrogant fool attempted a formal coup. 

Back on Earth... 

Luke and the Ancient One had rapidly gathered intelligence on Johnny Blaze. They discovered he was formally scheduled to perform a massive, highly publicized, incredibly dangerous motorcycle stunt in Texas in precisely three days. 

They immediately purchased two VIP tickets. 

Currently, however, the absolute primary objective was to aggressively rest and recover! They had just concluded a massive, highly stressful, apocalyptic dimensional war; they desperately needed a vacation. 

Walking out onto the ancient, stone-paved streets of Kamar-Taj, Luke noted the atmosphere was significantly livelier. With the immediate crisis officially neutralized, hundreds of highly relieved sorcerers had returned to the sanctuary. 

Luke casually strolled through the recovering food market, magically accumulating a massive, highly diverse pile of local snacks. 

As he walked, Tony Stark suddenly appeared in his path. 

"What are you doing here? Where's Galactus?" Luke asked, highly surprised. 

He noticed S.A.T.U.R.D.A.Y. and S.U.N.D.A.Y. hovering behind Tony, carrying a massive, highly organized pile of luggage. "Are you officially departing?" 

Tony smiled warmly, casually snatching a piece of fried food directly from Luke's massive pile and tossing it into his mouth. 

"Exactly. I've successfully, comprehensively reverse-engineered the absolute foundational theoretical principles of Kamar-Taj's localized magical physics. Furthermore, I am incredibly eager to return to Pepper." 

Luke rolled his eyes in profound exasperation. "You literally establish a highly secure, encrypted, high-definition video-conference link with her every single day. Stop acting like you haven't seen her in a decade." 

Ignoring Tony's highly defensive glare, Luke pressed his primary concern. "How is Galactus functioning within your facility? Is the Earth still safe?" 

Tony's previous defensive posture instantly vanished, replaced by an expression of absolute, unadulterated, manic scientific excitement! 

"Mr. Galan—" (Tony aggressively utilized Galactus's pre-cosmic name, completely failing to realize that practically no one utilized it)—"is currently highly actively engaged in deeply analyzing the AllSpark within my primary R&D facility! However, he explicitly stated that my current, absolute state-of-the-art laboratory equipment was 'highly insufficient and catastrophically primitive.' Consequently, he is currently aggressively, fundamentally redesigning and upgrading the entire facility!" 

Hearing his multi-billion-dollar, world-class laboratory described as 'primitive' didn't bother Tony in the slightest. In fact, he was practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of possessing a laboratory actively upgraded by a supreme cosmic entity. 

"Alright," Luke patted Tony's shoulder. "Just remember your absolute primary priority: physically interact with Pepper immediately upon arrival. Absolutely do not immediately sprint into the upgraded laboratory and completely ignore her." 

"That is physically impossible!" Tony grinned confidently. "My primary, heavily upgraded R&D laboratory is located directly, seamlessly beneath Pepper's primary executive office suite! We can seamlessly interact continuously!" 

"Excellent." 

Luke formally bid Tony farewell. After checking the perimeter one final time, Luke drew a Sling Ring portal and finally returned to the absolute, quiet comfort of his own massive, luxurious mansion in Los Angeles. 

Collapsing heavily onto the incredibly plush, expensive sofa, Luke let out a massive, highly satisfied sigh. 

He retrieved the highly compressed, pitch-black 'Essence of Darkness' he had successfully looted from Dormammu's crystallized remains. 

He immediately opened his internal System interface and accessed the highly critical 'Conversion Module.' 

During the module's initial unlock sequence months ago, the System had explicitly provided a highly localized, critical hint indicating that an 'Essence of Darkness' was actively required to execute a massive system upgrade. 

As he accessed the module, a bright, glowing System prompt immediately materialized: 

'Do you wish to permanently consume [Essence of Darkness] (1/1) to formally execute the Conversion Module Upgrade? Following the upgrade, the localized Conversion Efficiency Rate will permanently double.' 

Seeing the prompt, Luke didn't hesitate for a single microsecond. The localized Essence was essentially useless in his inventory, but permanently doubling his Dark Energy conversion rate meant he could rapidly, aggressively expand his Shadowkhan legion twice as fast! 

He aggressively confirmed the consumption. 

Watching the Conversion Module interface refresh and clearly display the permanently doubled efficiency rate, Luke was absolutely ecstatic! 

However, his tactical mind instantly began aggressively planning. If I can locate more of these essences, I can theoretically upgrade the module again! 

The absolute primary source of 'Essence of Darkness' was the highly concentrated, crystallized remains of a massive, primordial Dark Dimension Lord. But since he had just permanently eliminated Dormammu, identifying additional Lords of that specific magnitude was highly problematic. 

Lying comfortably on the sofa, Luke honestly, genuinely found himself profoundly missing Dormammu. 

If only he had possessed the localized tactical foresight to aggressively deliver two or three more Essences before I completely obliterated him. 

Meanwhile, infinitely far away, in a bizarre, highly abstract, completely chaotic localized dimensional space... 

Millions of tiny, scattered, highly unstable fragments of various Dark Dimensions floated aimlessly, continuously passively generating tiny amounts of dark energy. In the absolute center of this chaotic sector, a massive, highly complex dimensional conduit continuously, aggressively siphoned the generated energy, transporting it to an unknown location. 

Suddenly, a highly concentrated, localized surge of dark energy violently entered the conduit! The massive influx of energy instantly aggressively stabilized and massively reinforced the conduit, significantly strengthening the localized tether connecting the scattered dimensions to the unknown space! 

Simultaneously, a tiny, practically microscopic, highly degraded fragment of a soul—the absolute final, lingering remnant of Dormammu's existence—drifted helplessly through the chaotic outer cosmos, slowly being aggressively, fundamentally corrupted and dissolved by the highly volatile ambient cosmic radiation. 

The scattered Dark Dimensions completely ignored the pathetic, dying soul fragment, entirely content to allow it to be permanently erased. 

However, just as the conduit was fully reinforced... a massive, highly stable, fully formed Dark Dimension slowly began drifting toward the conduit. 

Suddenly, an immensely powerful, absolute, localized cosmic force violently intercepted the dimension! The primordial, foundational consciousness of the Marvel Universe itself instinctively, aggressively repelled the massive, unauthorized accumulation of dark energy! 

Just as the massive dimension was locked in a brutal, highly destructive stalemate with the universe's immune system... a highly concentrated, highly localized, completely bizarre telepathic wave echoed through the cosmos. 

'I genuinely wish Dormammu could deliver two or three more dark crystals.' 

The drifting Dark Dimension instantly intercepted the highly specific transmission! 

Massive, unfathomable torrents of pure dark energy instantly, aggressively surged outward, violently enveloping Dormammu's rapidly dissolving soul fragment! The dark energy aggressively stabilized the fragment, preserving a microscopic, highly fragmented fraction of his original memories. 

Utilizing the highly degraded memory fragments, the Dark Dimension rapidly, aggressively formed a chaotic, terrifying, incomplete silhouette within its core. 

"Luke... Earth..." the incomplete silhouette hissed, completely devoid of emotion or sanity. 

Instantly, the entire, massive Dark Dimension aggressively altered its trajectory, violently launching itself directly toward the dimensional conduit! 

This time, the Marvel Universe's primordial consciousness did not repel the dimension. Because the dimension now actively contained a highly specific, localized 'informational tether' explicitly linking it directly to an established, recognized entity within the universe (Luke), it smoothly bypassed the cosmic firewall! 

Within an incredibly vast, completely empty sector of dimensional space, the massive, fully formed Dark Dimension violently materialized. It slowly, ominously began drifting directly toward the specific localized coordinates contained within Dormammu's fragmented memories. 

Back on Earth, Luke was happily relaxing on his plush sofa. 

Suddenly, an incredibly strange, highly disturbing sensation washed over him. He faintly, distantly sensed the presence of an incredibly massive, terrifyingly familiar localized entity rapidly approaching the sector. 

More bizarrely... he felt an incredibly intense, highly confusing, localized sense of absolute ownership over whatever was approaching. 

"Well... that is incredibly weird."