Awakening Kryptonian Bloodline In Marvel.-Chapter 394 - 394: 394: The Game of Recruitment

The giant dragon landed smoothly on the spacious platform. Wong, accompanied by the two witches, dismounted carefully. He patted the dragon's massive head.
"Go on, go play with Hulk."
At the mention of Hulk, the dragon shivered. It nudged Wong pleadingly, clearly hoping to stay. The other dragons let out soft whimpers, like small, sorrowful puppies. Few dragons in the world were as humble—or aggrieved—as those at Kamar-Taj.
Wong rubbed the dragon's snout. "Alright, you can stay, but don't run off." The dragons nodded eagerly, as if understanding every word.
Wong turned to the witches. "Follow me, I'll give you a tour of the Academy."
Both women followed respectfully, their steps measured. Though Wong never intended to assert authority, anyone witnessing the grandeur and order of the Academy would find it difficult to disagree.
After showing them the Academy and assigning their offices and residences, Wong led the witches toward the conference room.
"Next, I'll introduce you to your colleagues," he explained. "Most students trained here eventually join Kamar-Taj. By joining the Academy, you're essentially joining Kamar-Taj—at least in part. There are some things you should know.
"Kamar-Taj's duty is to resist invasions from other dimensions. That's well-known. But currently, we have three allies. One is the Avengers, who handle supernatural disputes on Earth. Another is the Men in Black, who manage extraterrestrial matters. The third is Asgard. They've been absent from Earth for centuries, but after a challenge we recently won, we formed an alliance. Loki, Asgard's second prince, is currently on Earth. You saw him earlier in the forest, wearing a green cloak. His divine powers are sealed, but respect is required when you encounter him."
The witches listened intently. Interacting with such beings was far beyond normal magical threats. Dimensional entities and minor summoned minions were common, but Norse gods? That was another level entirely.
"We've arrived at the conference room," Wong announced. "Don't be nervous. These are all senior teachers, and they're good people."
He stopped at the wooden door, calling out, "Recruit students quickly!"
On the door hung a portrait of Pythagoras, a former Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj, painted and hung by Wang himself. With Malrick's assistance, Wang had borrowed a wisp of soul from each past Sorcerer Supreme, giving the portraits a faint awareness.
Pythagoras stirred. "Incorrect."
"What's incorrect?" Wong asked.
"The password is wrong."
"How is that possible? Did someone change it? I'm in charge here!" Wong protested.
"Malrick said so… fine, you may enter. Remember the new password: 'All-nighter tonight,'" Pythagoras instructed, opening the door.
A bad feeling settled over Wong. The door swung open, revealing five figures slouched around the round table in ergonomic chairs, VR helmets covering their faces, completely absorbed in a virtual world.
Seeing their relaxed, almost corpse-like posture, Wong struggled to maintain his composure. He tapped the table, calling to them.
"Gentlemen… Gentlemen!"
No one responded. Wong's voice rose to a near roar. Still, no one removed their helmets. Forcing a deep breath, he smiled weakly at the witches.
"You see? Easy to get along with."
Jennifer chuckled. "They must have stayed up all night preparing for the school opening, which is why they sleep so soundly."
"Sleeping?" Wong sneered. "They're not sleeping—they're just dead."
Just as he rolled up his sleeves to intervene, the five abruptly removed their helmets, wailing in agony as if their limbs had been severed in the game.
Tony clutched his hair, dark circles under his eyes. "Holy crab! This 'Three-Body Problem' is impossible to beat!"
He slammed the table, glaring at Mordo. "The Trisolarans aren't the final boss? Did Malrick really adapt this from the novel? Was it written this way originally?"
Mordo shook his head. "Why did using the Dark Forest Law to contain the Trisolarans, combined with our infiltration via Mystic Portals, reduce the Solar System to a painting? Is the game bugged?"
Betty interjected, shaking her head. "No, a stronger enemy arrived. They used a dimensionality reduction strike on the Solar System."
"What's that?" Hamir asked.
Tony rubbed his forehead. "Betty means an advanced civilization wielded a weapon capable of altering physical laws, reducing our three-dimensional Solar System to two dimensions." He frowned. "After learning the Dark Forest Law, I suspected the game's scope was vast, but not this immense."
Wang, observing in disbelief, snapped, "Stop! Did you stay up all night playing games while I worked three days straight recruiting teachers? Seven of you just played games, and the password was changed to 'All-nighter tonight'? This Academy is doomed."
"Calm down, Wang," Tony said, spreading his hands. "We were preparing for recruitment. Since the process uses games, we needed to evaluate the difficulty and reliability firsthand. The first game was 'The Three-Body Problem.' Three days in, we've only uncovered a corner of it. I suspect Malrick doesn't intend to recruit anyone else—perhaps only Odin, the Ancient One, or another Superman."