Solomon in Marvel

Whenever someone asked, "Hey, Solomon! How many spells do you actually know now?" 

The arcanist would always shake his head like a pigeon searching for a sandwich crust in the town square, dodging the question with deliberate ambiguity. 

But if they pressed further, he would pull out charts and statistics, much like a shady lawyer specializing in slip-and-fall lawsuits, using them as a smokescreen to obscure the true depth of his magical knowledge. 

The reason for this secrecy was simple: 

He didn't want anyone to know the forbidden magic he had mastered. 

Magic that made the black arts practiced in No Door Bar look like parlor tricks. 

This wasn't just about insects, saliva, hair, and blood-based curses. 

These spells were so sinister that even the Sorcerer Supreme was carefully covering for him. 

Some of these spells had even been tested in the biological labs of the Immortal City. 

Now, Solomon rarely showed the Silver Key to anyone. 

The deeper his research went, the more he realized that its power was terrifying—a gate to another universe's ultimate abyss. 

And all analysis of the Silver Key's markings, inscriptions, and functions was conducted by Solomon alone. 

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On Christmas Day, another researcher went insane. 

Fortunately, the androids contained the chaos before it spread further. 

Every scrap of paper, every written symbol, every letter from the researcher's room had to undergo strict review before being passed along for reference. 

At first, Maya Hansen had protested Solomon's harsh containment measures. 

But then she saw what happened when an ordinary person laid eyes upon those blasphemous symbols. 

She understood. 

Regardless of their previous ideologies—whether they were abolitionists, environmentalists, refugee advocates, vegetarians, or animal rights activists— 

Once madness took hold, they were no longer people. 

They became drooling, raving beasts, driven only by an insatiable hunger to tear and bite. 

Even a single syllable, a fleeting glance, could spread that foul, abyssal power. 

Before the most horrifying truths of the universe, humanity was a meaningless concept. 

Rationality was the only defense against insanity. 

That was why Solomon enforced absolute isolation for his researchers. 

- They couldn't hear each other's voices directly—all communication went through rune-etched headphones. 

- They couldn't breathe the same air—the oxygen in the sterile labs was bottled and infused with magic. 

The spells Solomon was experimenting with weren't just necromancy— 

They were the highest forms of death magic, dangerous even to himself. 

Only he had the full knowledge of these alchemical genetics experiments. 

Even Maya Hansen only knew the scientific half of the research. 

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So when Wanda Maximoff asked to learn necromancy to summon her parents' souls, Solomon immediately refused. 

If a normal person studied necromancy, even if they strayed into dark magic, there was still a gradual process of: 

- Negative energy corroding their mind 

- Chaotic divine forces mutating their body 

But if Wanda learned these spells, her connection to Chthon—the Great Shadow—would make her descent into madness as instantaneous as: 

- Riding a roller coaster without a seatbelt 

- Reaching the highest point 

- Plummeting straight down to her death 

It was almost guaranteed to happen. 

And if it did, Solomon would have no choice but to kill her first. 

He had never once let her see the Silver Key hidden beneath his robes. 

If Wanda so much as laid eyes on the patterns etched into it, she would fall into darkness immediately. 

He didn't ask why she wanted to learn necromancy. 

Instead, he cast a spell on her— 

And took her to Mars. 

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Standing on the Red Planet, they watched as a space probe pierced the atmosphere, its heat-resistant shell burning up as it streaked across the sky. 

Solomon watched the probe's descent while lightly chatting about European art history, as if they were simply strolling through a museum. 

They greeted a nearby American Mars rover, then wandered across the vast crimson desert, beneath towering dust storms and the endless abyss of space. 

Solomon shared stories of his travels on Earth and beyond, telling jokes that were difficult to understand. 

But when he boasted about his pet cat, Wanda's mood visibly lifted. 

The furry creature, combined with the breathtaking sights, finally distracted her from both her rejection and the desire to learn necromancy. 

Even the frustration of having to finish that math exam faded as she stared at the Mars rover in shock. 

She absentmindedly patted the rover's "head"— 

Only to accidentally knock off its solar panel. 

Panicking, she ran back to Solomon's side, pretending nothing had happened. 

"How did you know something would be falling from the sky today?" she asked. 

"Because I launched it." 

"This is my first Mars rover." 

Solomon sighed. 

November was the launch window for Mars probes. 

But Wakanda's mining rover wasn't ready in time, so Solomon had to open a portal to cut down the travel time. 

In short, he had simply opened a space gate to Mars and thrown the probe through using a short-range rocket. 

By cross-referencing data from other nations' probes, he could pinpoint the ideal mining sites. 

"I told you, I might be a rich guy." 

He pointed at a high-tech lander, vastly more advanced than the old, defunct American rover nearby. 

"All my money goes into stuff like this." 

"A lot of these materials are heavily controlled by major nations, so they're hard to buy." 

"But at least I got my nuclear reactor. It'll run for over a hundred years before it dies from core meltdown." 

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"What are you trying to do?" 

Under magical protection, Wanda felt no discomfort. 

"What's the point of all this?" 

"In the future, this will be my factory—fully automated production of weapons and vehicles." 

Solomon gestured to the drill arms on the mining rover. 

"Its first mission? To take out any Mars probes that might spot its activity." 

"The real valuable data isn't on the rovers—it's on the satellites receiving the information. So I don't feel bad about scrapping them." 

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"I've been meaning to ask you something, Solomon." 

Wanda kicked the dusty Martian soil, which was worth a fortune on Earth. 

"Why haven't you taken Pietro and me away from that place?" 

"What's your real goal?" 

"I have many goals, girl." 

Solomon replied calmly. 

"I don't mind helping you a little while achieving my own objectives." 

"You already know magic has prophecy spells." 

"You haven't learned them yet, but I can tell you—prophecies reveal a lot." 

"Including your revenge." 

"All you have to do is wait. Stay there, wait for the opportunity, and you'll get what you want." 

"And one more reason—humanity needs a wake-up call." 

"They need trial and error. They need to realize how dangerous this world is." 

"A civilization that hasn't even mastered its own planet is pathetically low-level." 

"And our enemies are unfathomably powerful." 

"You won't understand my words now, but you will when the time comes." 

---

"You always speak in riddles." 

"That's what prophecy mages do." 

"You'll get used to it." 

"Because in the end—all my plans lead to one goal."

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