Kamar-Taj safeguarded the Time Stone to prevent temporal disruptions from leading to the destruction of the universe.
As for the so-called organization that claimed to maintain the timeline—the Ancient One scoffed at them.
Kamar-Taj was the true protector of the Multiverse, ensuring the will of the Eternal God itself.
The existence of every universe was a choice—not something dictated by a self-proclaimed authority with a fancy name.
Solomon was aware of the Time Variance Authority (TVA), but he had never paid them any mind.
They wouldn't dare provoke Kamar-Taj's sorcerers.
Thanks to Vishanti's gift of prophetic magic, any threat from alternate timelines would be foreseen in advance.
Any attempt to attack the sorcerers would be detected—which meant the TVA had learned their lesson: they could send as many agents as they wanted, but all would be slaughtered.
That's why Solomon had never heard of any Kamar-Taj sorcerer having to fight the TVA in this era.
But this time…
They went after Odin.
Solomon knew this was because Frigga had survived.
But the TVA had grossly underestimated the All-Father, treating him like a weak mortal—like the ones they had captured before.
Solomon had no idea what had given them the courage to attack the King of Asgard.
A lion remains a lion—even in old age.
And this was Odin—renowned for his brutality and cunning.
The backyard of the cabin was now a mass grave, filled with TVA agents' corpses.
Some had been ripped apart by wolves, their throats torn open.
Some had their eyes pecked out by ravens.
Some were charred black, as if struck by lightning.
Solomon had no objections to Odin's methods.
Kamar-Taj would never allow visitors from alternate timelines to disrupt the natural course of this world.
Even if Odin hadn't acted, the Ancient One would have ordered the sorcerers to hunt them down.
As Solomon gazed at the bodies, a realization struck him—
His existence was either an accident… or a carefully orchestrated plan.
The true mastermind remained unknown, but one thing was certain—
He was not a natural product of this timeline.
Solomon had always strictly followed Kamar-Taj's rules, taking care not to disrupt the original flow of history.
But his very presence was an anomaly—a constant act of timeline disruption and reconstruction.
The TVA had definitely tried to eliminate him before.
They had failed—which meant someone had protected him.
The answer was obvious—
When he was still powerless, it must have been the Ancient One who kept the TVA at bay.
Solomon put down the shovel, leaving it beside the woodpile near the cabin.
A plan was forming in his mind.
—
After finishing his call, he weighed the portable computer in his hand.
His future plans would heavily disrupt the timeline.
That much was certain.
The Eternal God didn't mind—Solomon's plan benefited this universe rather than harming it.
But for now, he remained a target of the TVA.
Once his plan succeeded, more individuals would become targets as well.
And when the TVA inevitably returned to interfere at critical moments, Solomon knew he wouldn't be able to stop them all.
Which meant…
The TVA had to be eliminated.
For good.
If they were allowed to persist, they would always have a chance to meddle in his plans.
Once Shuri finished analyzing the equipment, the first phase of his plan would be complete.
Then—
It would be time to launch an attack on the TVA.
Magic didn't work there.
But technology did.
And his Stigmata—its essence was beyond mere magic.
Perhaps his power would function there as well.
But not yet.
Solomon never underestimated an enemy.
For now, his priority was fortifying Eternal City—ensuring they couldn't abduct Maya Hansen.
She was his most important scientist.
If the TVA took her, half of his plans would crumble.
—
The principles of portals were universal.
Blocking magical teleportation also blocked technological teleportation.
Because truth was absolute—a cold, unchanging objective reality.
It was the interaction between time and space.
But establishing a large-scale anti-teleportation formation over all key facilities was a monumental task.
Eternal City, despite being underground, was larger than Rome itself.
Enveloping the entire city in a protective barrier was expensive and required multiple casters.
At present, he didn't have enough spellcasters for the job.
So, his solution was to deploy Anti-Tech Fields at critical locations—blocking technological devices, biological interference, and energy signals.
This would inconvenience Maya Hansen's work.
But until the defensive formations were fully deployed—
Until Shuri developed countermeasures against cross-time teleportation—
She'd just have to endure it.
—
Wasting no time, Solomon returned to Eternal City and handed the devices over to Shuri.
At the same time, he assigned elite sword-wielding artificial beings to guard Maya Hansen closely, ensuring no unauthorized personnel got near her.
"Eternal City is now under maximum security protocol," Solomon instructed Tita.
"Verify everyone's identity—unknowns are to be executed on sight. Increase patrols. Use the assault dropships as transport within the city."
He then turned to Shuri.
"Halt all research projects. Your first priority is analyzing the devices I just gave you and finding countermeasures."
"Eternal City's safety comes first. Everything else can wait."
Tita acknowledged the order without question.
"Who exactly is trying to attack Eternal City?" Shuri frowned.
"Did someone from the outside discover this place?"
"Worse," Solomon sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"Possibly people from parallel universes."
Shuri blinked.
Solomon continued.
"The items I gave you come from a place outside of time itself. Unfortunately, their owners are our enemies."
"Some people who should be dead are still alive in this timeline. The TVA wants to erase them—to ensure all timelines follow the same fate."
"What we are trying to do goes against their ideology.
"So now, they want us dead."
Shuri was intrigued.
"Who's supposed to be dead?" she asked.
She had long since grown accustomed to the bizarre events surrounding Solomon.
Parallel universe visitors?
That wasn't even as shocking as Solomon shattering an Antarctic blizzard.
Even the corpse they had recently removed from his office was stranger than this.
At least parallel universes were real.
That thing?
Not so much.
But Solomon merely glanced at her and remained silent.
Shuri shrugged, then changed the topic.
"Why won't you give me all the samples? Do you plan to research them yourself?"
"You're not the smartest person in the world, Shuri. I have other scientific advisors."
"Who?"
"A grumpy old man. Introduced to me by Agent Hand."
—
"I swear, I didn't mean to call you grumpy, Dr. Hank Pym."
Solomon sighed.
"I invited you here not to—"
"I DON'T CARE!"
The old man adjusted his glasses, his demeanor refined.
But judging by his strength, he must have been quite the powerhouse in his youth.
The irritable Hank Pym shoved Solomon toward the door, causing the back of his head to smack against the top of the doorway.
The last time Solomon had come asking for Pym Particles, this bad-tempered old man had nearly pulled out a shotgun.
Now—
Solomon watched as Hank Pym reentered the house…
…only to return moments later.
With a shotgun in hand.
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