MARVEL/DC: DOCTOR IN THE MULTIVERSE

Lynn's newly acquired magical affinity allowed him to perceive more than just the appearance of the runes engraved throughout Kamar-Taj.

He could understand them.

Not fluently.

Not yet.

But enough to grasp their fundamental purpose.

The ancient symbols embedded within the walls formed overlapping defensive formations designed to prevent unauthorized access to the deeper levels of the sanctuary.

Protective wards.

Dimensional locks.

Identity verification arrays.

Layers upon layers of magical security accumulated over centuries.

At the bottom of the spiral staircase stood a massive stone door.

The Ancient One stepped forward.

Her palm touched a specific location on its surface.

Golden energy flowed from her hand.

Immediately, dozens of runes ignited one after another.

The stone trembled.

Ancient mechanisms activated.

Then the door slowly opened.

Beyond it lay a space far larger than its exterior dimensions should have permitted.

Lynn wasn't surprised.

Dimensional expansion magic.

One of Kamar-Taj's most common applications.

Rows upon rows of bookshelves stretched into the distance.

Ancient tomes.

Scrolls.

Stone tablets.

Mystical records accumulated across countless generations.

Some books emitted faint magical light.

Others were bound by enchanted chains.

Several particularly dangerous texts floated inside isolated energy barriers.

The air itself seemed saturated with knowledge.

Standing among the shelves was a broad-shouldered Asian man wearing dark-blue sorcerer robes.

The keeper of the library.

Wong.

He was organizing scrolls when the sound of the door drew his attention.

The moment he saw Lynn walking behind the Ancient One, his expression changed.

"Sorcerer Supreme?"

His eyes shifted toward Lynn.

"This person is..."

"My guest."

The Ancient One answered immediately.

The tone left no room for debate.

"Doctor Lynn."

"He will have unrestricted access to the restricted archives for three days."

Wong blinked.

Then frowned.

"No restrictions?"

He looked genuinely alarmed.

"Sorcerer Supreme, some of the texts stored here contain dimensional rituals, forbidden invocations, and—"

"I know."

The Ancient One interrupted him.

"It was my decision."

Wong fell silent.

Clearly, he wanted to continue arguing.

Equally clearly, he knew it would be pointless.

Eventually, he shifted his attention back toward Lynn.

Examining him carefully.

White coat.

Gold-rimmed glasses.

A pen clipped inside his chest pocket.

No visible magical aura.

No sorcerer's training.

No Sling Ring.

Nothing remotely resembling a Kamar-Taj practitioner.

Wong's skepticism became obvious.

"You can actually understand the books stored here?"

His voice carried unmistakable doubt.

"Even novice apprentices struggle."

"Most of these texts are written in ancient Sanskrit."

"Others use dead dimensional dialects."

"Even with three years—"

"Three days."

Lynn interrupted him.

Without even looking up.

He had already reached the nearest shelf.

One hand casually pulled down a thick tome bound in dark leather.

The cover was covered with complex runic inscriptions.

He opened it.

Glanced at the first page.

Then continued turning pages.

"Three days is enough."

Wong frowned.

Then snorted.

He returned to his work.

The Ancient One merely watched for several seconds.

Then turned and left.

The stone door closed behind her.

The restricted archive fell silent.

Only Lynn and Wong remained.

Lynn immediately activated the All-Seeing Eye.

At the same time, he integrated his newly acquired All-Dimensional Magical Affinity.

The results were extraordinary.

Language ceased being a meaningful obstacle.

Ancient Sanskrit.

Forgotten mystical scripts.

Dimensional notation systems.

All of them were simply methods of encoding information.

The All-Seeing Eye analyzed the underlying structure.

The magical affinity interpreted the energy principles being described.

Together, they bypassed the need for traditional translation.

Lynn wasn't memorizing.

He was understanding.

Directly.

Fundamentally.

His eyes moved across pages at astonishing speed.

Ancient runes.

Spell matrices.

Dimensional theories.

Mystical equations.

All were broken apart and reconstructed within his mind as fully comprehensible conceptual frameworks.

For most sorcerers, reading a magical text resembled studying a difficult scientific paper.

For Lynn, it was closer to reading source code while simultaneously seeing the finished program operating in real time.

The first volume:

The Triple Protective Systems of the Vishanti.

A foundational defensive discipline connected to the cosmic entities known collectively as the Vishanti—particularly Agamotto, whose teachings formed much of Kamar-Taj's magical tradition.

Core principle:

Construct three layered mystical shields.

One against physical force.

One against energy attacks.

One against mental intrusion.

Twenty minutes later, Lynn had completely absorbed the contents.

The second volume:

Agamotto's Sealing Codex.

Core principle:

Use temporal energy to create localized stasis loops capable of imprisoning entities within self-contained time structures.

Thirty minutes.

Finished.

Third volume:

Foundations of Mirror Dimension Construction.

Core principle:

Create an isolated reality overlapping normal space.

An environment frequently used by Kamar-Taj sorcerers in Marvel canon for training, containment, and combat without damaging the physical world.

Fifteen minutes.

Finished.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

Hour after hour.

Book after book.

Lynn advanced systematically through the library.

Nothing escaped analysis.

Nothing escaped comprehension.

At first, Wong assumed Lynn was bluffing.

The first hour passed.

Then the third.

By then, Lynn had completed two entire shelves.

Wong began paying attention.

By the eighth hour, half of one restricted section had already been finished.

Wong stopped working.

Pulled over a chair.

And simply watched.

The spectacle was becoming difficult to ignore.

Many of these texts had taken him years to fully understand.

Yet Lynn turned pages continuously.

Never slowing.

Never pausing.

Never taking notes.

Eventually Wong spoke.

"Do you actually understand any of that?"

Lynn continued reading.

Without looking up, he replied:

"Page one hundred thirty-seven."

Wong blinked.

"Which book?"

"The one you're holding."

Wong glanced downward.

Lynn turned another page.

"The dimensional resonance formula."

"The third coefficient is wrong."

"It should be 3.7."

"Not 3.9."

"The scribe made a copying error."

Wong stared.

Then immediately opened the text.

Page 137.

The formula.

The coefficient.

Exactly where Lynn said it would be.

Whether Lynn was correct or not, Wong honestly couldn't tell.

The mathematics involved exceeded his specialty.

What unsettled him was Lynn's certainty.

There had been no hesitation whatsoever.

After a long moment, Wong slowly sat back down.

And said nothing else.

Three days passed.

Seventy-two hours.

Lynn never slept.

Never ate.

Never rested.

The Immortal Divine Body had long surpassed ordinary biological limitations.

His brain continued processing information without interruption.

A tireless supercomputer.

By the end of the third day, every shelf had been completed.

Every scroll analyzed.

Every tablet examined.

Every forbidden text absorbed.

The entire restricted archive of Kamar-Taj had been systematically digested.

When Lynn finally emerged from the library, Wong simply stared.

For several seconds, no words came out.

The shelves behind him looked untouched.

Yet Wong knew every book had been read.

Every one.

At the top of the staircase, the Ancient One waited.

She had changed into clean robes.

Her appearance was noticeably healthier.

The damage to her soul circuits continued repairing itself.

According to Lynn's observations, efficiency had already recovered to roughly eighty percent.

The Ancient One looked at him.

"Finished?"

"Finished."

A brief pause.

"All of it?"

"All of it."

For perhaps the first time in several centuries, the Ancient One appeared genuinely surprised.

She had witnessed countless prodigies.

Countless sorcerers.

Countless geniuses.

Absorbing thousands of years of accumulated Kamar-Taj knowledge within three days still exceeded even her expectations.

She studied Lynn for several moments.

Then asked:

"What is your assessment of the knowledge stored here?"

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