Early morning, Brooklyn apartment suites.

The faint morning light shone into the white bedroom through the gauze curtain, as if it was covered with a hazy gauze. The girl was wrapped in a quilt and lying in the soft bed, with brilliant blonde hair and long eyelashes.

The alarm clock set was seven o'clock, but she woke up before six o'clock. She tossed and turned on the bed for a quarter of an hour, but she was completely lost in sleepiness, so she had to sit up early.

She turned off the alarm clock, got up quickly, brushed her teeth, and dressed up. She changed into her pajamas, picked from the ebony wardrobe for a while, and finally chose a dress that she looked pretty satisfactory.

After breakfast, everything was ready. She put on her backpack and waited early on on the stone steps at the gate.

Gwen Grophne, a sixteen-year-old high school girl, moved to New York a week ago, and a transfer student at 163 High School - at least it shows in all her related files.

By the way, today is her first day at school.

She recognized her car from the end of the street from eight hundred meters. After all, even in New York, you would not be able to see such a cool extended luxury car anytime and anywhere. Sure enough, the car stopped in front of her. The door opened, and a woman in professional attire and with silk-like curly hair walked out, standing in front of Gwen in a decent manner.

"Gwen Grophne?" she asked.

"Uh...ahhhh." Gwen snorted as an answer.

"Elizabeth Betty, Mr. Paso's secretary." The woman introduced herself, "He sent me to pick you up to school."

"So...Mr. Paso didn't come?"

"He has something else to do, but I can convey anything to him." Elizabeth opened the car door, "Come in, we can chat on the way."

Gwen sat in. After the door was closed, the driver started the vehicle and the car moved smoothly along the street. The cab and the rear seat were equipped with laminated glass filled with soundproof damping glue, ensuring that the driver could not hear what the passengers in the rear seat were talking to each other.

Gwen put down his backpack and sat in a little crampedly on the luxurious leather seat, subconsciously fiddling his fingers.

"I'm nervous about school?" Elizabeth tried to open up the topic.

"Ah, no," Gwen explained, "I just... well... I've never been in a limousine. Oh, I mean, of course I haven't been in a limousine because in theory I've been only six months old... but from my memory, obviously Gwen Stacy hasn't been in either."

Elizabeth nodded with a clear expression.

Gwen pretended to look at the scenery outside the window, and then pretended to be careless, "So...Mr. Paso, does he have any information to bring to me?"

Elizabeth thought for a while: "Study hard and improve every day."

“…Is there any more?”

"Try to stay away from trouble," she said. "Mr. Paso hopes that you should try not to use your superpowers in your daily life, be low-key, just be an ordinary high school girl, and don't cause trouble."

"But he told me that I should make good use of my talents and realize my meaning?" Gwen raised his eyebrows. "If I shouldn't use my superpowers, how can I become valuable?"

Elizabeth patiently explained: "Mr. Paso has created a new identity for you and has tried to cover you for disappearing from the CIA's nose, but they certainly haven't given up on finding a spider girl who can fly over the eaves and walls. So for your cover of your identity, try to keep a low profile, do you understand?"

After a pause, she turned to her and said, "As for the latter part, I should not explain it. But don't worry, Mr. Paso has his own arrangements for you. After a while, other people will come to contact you. They will teach you the skills of fighting and how to hide yourself. When Mr. Paso feels that you are ready, he will naturally assign you tasks."

Gwen pouted: "I know how to fight."

"Mr. Paso's arrangement is also for you, I hope you understand."

Gwen casually said, "I understand. It's just..."

...It's just that he didn't come here to tell me this in person.

But she quickly swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"how?"

"Ah, nothing." Gwen shook his head and grabbed his backpack. The car stopped opposite the school gate at this moment.

"If you have any questions or any needs, please contact me." Elizabeth said. "If there is something important, I will tell you Mr. Paso."

Gwen opened the car door, got out, and finally waved: "I will. Thank you."

***

Wanda Maximov opened his big eyes without blinking, concentrating as much as possible. The crimson transparent energy fluctuated like a condensed and undispersed water flowing between her fingers, constantly changing shapes.

Michael stood a few meters beside her with his arms in his arms. While observing and feeling the magic fluctuations in her palm, he also instructed Shirley to use monitoring equipment to record various forms of energy changes.

After spending a lot of time studying the Chaos Magic controlled by Wanda, Michael finally got some basic understanding of this power. Chaos Magic is a kind of black magic, and its function and nature are many different from the authentic secret techniques he learned from the Supreme Master. But of course, there are many similarities.

"Okay, that's OK," Michael said.

The blushing fluctuation suddenly dissipated, and Wanda put down his hand and cast an inquiring look at him.

"I almost understand." Michael walked to her, "Your power comes from something called 'Chaos Magic', the most famous user is the ancient evil god Sithorne. But I have never seen this form of magic before, and I have only learned some of the surface through your demonstration, so we need to explore together in the future..."

Wanda subconsciously said "ah" softly. Michael stopped and asked, "What?"

"You said this is... from an evil god?" Wanda looked at the crimson light rippling at his fingertips in a daze, "Is that true?"

"I don't know what form this power is related to you, and I don't know why." Michael said calmly, "but there is no right or wrong, good or bad in power itself, just like a pistol. Whether to hurt or save a person is based on the meaning of a gunner."

Wanda nodded slightly: "Well, I understand."

"So to make it easier to understand what I want to teach you next, I will first explain the basic way I use magic."

Michael paused and said leisurely: "First of all, the most basic part of a spell, and its foundation, is 'spells'. This is a language passed down from the beginning of civilization. If you regard the real world as an extremely large program architecture, then 'spells' is the source code for modifying data in the real architecture and applying the rules."

He stretched out his palms, his right palm was upward and his left palm was down, and he pulled out a vertical flame-colored line in the opposite direction. Then he rotated counterclockwise with his arms, and the lines also swirled with his guidance, cutting a circle-shaped array with complex patterns in the space.

"I draw energy from other spaces in the multiverse, build weapons, shields, or temporarily modify the rules of reality to perform some more magical magic."

He opened his five fingers and gently pressed the transparent magic circle. The complex golden lines immediately disintegrated and gradually dissipated like a mirage.

"I say this just to tell you the principle. But doing so is actually borrowing other higher powers of existence, and the meaning of borrowing... is that there will be a price unless some special method is used."

Wanda wondered: "Special way?"

"It's okay not to mention this for now. Your casting does not need to draw energy from other spaces and borrow the magic of others as I just said," said Michael. "Because you already have the ability to control the magic of chaos, it is almost an inexhaustible source of magic, so in theory, there should be no need to consider the cost. So what I want to teach you is just how to use it more skillfully and efficiently, starting from the most basic one.

So today the most basic course is to use your magic to cast weapons. Build a sword, your attack will be more sharp and unstoppable, and you can cut through all obstacles in front of you; cast a shield, and your defense will be more unbreakable and protect your own safety; or you can even concentrate your magic to a point, enhance penetration and explosive power, just like a bullet, penetrate any defense, killing you with one blow."

Wanda looked at the Mars gradually dissipating in the air, as if it was still digesting.

After thinking for a while, she came to her senses: "So, you mean you can teach me to use my 'chaotic magic'... to do it like you?"

Michael shook his head.

“To be precise, we should help each other,” he said. “First I will help you figure out your own power and help you master it…and then I hope that one day in the future, you will help me figure out how I can control the 'chaotic magic'.”
Chapter completed!