Marvel: The Sorcerer in America

Brynhildr was not the Dodge Tomahawk, even though it looked very much like the fastest motorcycle in the world. Brynhildr was a special gift that Lance received through a lottery system. More than just a vehicle, Brynhildr was an extraordinarily powerful mechanical life form.

Not only did Brynhildr's performance far exceed that of the Dodge Tomahawk, but Brynhildr was also a brave and skilled warrior woman. Brynhildr's appearance reminded one of Arcee from *Transformers*, with a body clad in deep red metal that radiated a hot aura, like glowing embers. Brynhildr had become Lance's loyal ally in various missions, especially in dangerous demon assassination operations.

[Profile: Brynhildr] 

- Origin: Final Fantasy XIII 

- Race: Eidolon 

- Gender: Female 

- Element: Fire 

- Description: A deep red mechanical Valkyrie, resembling a blend of advanced technology and magical power.

That night, Lance rode Brynhildr down a quiet road illuminated by moonlight. Their wild speed created a small storm behind them, while the airflow strong enough to throw an ordinary person was merely tousling Lance's hair gently.

Lance appeared calm, as if he were part of this magnificent scenery.

Lance spoke in a relaxed tone, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of the engine. "Hildr, do you think I've been a bit too laid-back lately?"

Brynhildr replied in her deep, resonant voice, reminiscent of a noble older sister. "As far as I know, even though you haven't hunted demons for the past five months, you've been studying magic in secret. That's not a bad thing."

Lance chuckled softly, responding in a playful tone. "Well, I've been focusing on the art of weapon purification. I want to perfect my own magical weapon. But the problem is…" Lance sighed. "…I don't know where to find the right materials."

This issue was not just a simple challenge. The material world around him was lacking in materials of magical quality. Even legendary metals like Vibranium were unable to channel magical energy well, making Vibranium unsuitable for crafting magical weapons.

Brynhildr confidently suggested, "I think you could try looking in Fandazar Foo. That world is filled with rich magical energy. If there's a place that has materials for magical weapons, it's definitely there."

Fandazar Foo is a special world, a nexus between different dimensions. Magical energy flows abundantly in every corner, attracting sorcerers from various realms. There, they not only meditate and enhance their magical powers but also exchange knowledge and help each other achieve greater goals.

Lance had visited Fandazar Foo twice before. There, he met three Sorcerer Supremes from different dimensions: the Lords of Wyrd, Magister Miracle, and Zelatrix Lavey.

Sorcerer Supreme is the pinnacle of magical power in their respective dimensions, a symbol of authority and wisdom. Every dimension that possesses magic surely has a Sorcerer Supreme as its guardian. Among the dozens of Sorcerer Supremes scattered across various dimensions, the name Ancient One remains one of the most revered. The Ancient One is a figure that stands above all, admired by sorcerers in countless dimensions.

However, even though Fandazar Foo is a magical world full of potential, it didn't help Lance much in his search for materials for his weapon.

"I've tried that before," Lance sighed deeply, his voice filled with disappointment. "But the rules of that world are incomplete. The materials produced, while extraordinary, are not suitable for making the main components of a weapon. At least, not for the magical weapon I need."

Lance gazed far down the dark road ahead, as if searching for answers in the shadows of the night. "Maybe… only Uru metal from Asgard could…" Lance paused for a moment, before his eyes widened. "Hey, wait."

Brynhildr, always sensitive to changes in her master's tone, immediately asked, "What is it?"

Lance spoke slowly, almost as if talking to himself. "It seems… I know someone who has Uru metal in their possession."

Brynhildr, with a curious tone, replied, "Uru metal? Isn't that owned by the Nordic gods? I remember you mentioning that Uru metal is used to create divine artifacts."

"I was indeed talking about artifacts," Lance explained, a faint smile gracing his face. "Asgard has two famous legions: the Valkyrie Legion and the Berserker Legion. The Dragonfang sword is the standard weapon of the Valkyries, while the Berserker Staff is the main weapon of the Berserkers."

Lance continued enthusiastically, "More than a thousand years ago, there was a warrior from the Berserker Legion named Elliot Randolph. Tired of the endless war, Elliot decided to leave Asgard and hide on Earth. However, to avoid pursuit, Elliot broke his Berserker Staff into three parts and hid them in remote locations."

Brynhildr, who was beginning to understand her master's plan, said, "If you manage to gather the Berserker Staff, you will obtain Uru metal from that weapon."

"Exactly!" Lance pressed the gas pedal, the sound of Brynhildr's engine roaring with renewed spirit. The night air seemed to vibrate with their surge of energy.

"Hildr," Lance said with a tone full of determination, "return to the base and prepare. We will set off to Europe to hunt for treasure."

Brynhildr responded enthusiastically, "Ready, Master."

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The moonlight falling from the sky, like a stretched film reel, enveloped the streets of Brooklyn with a soft glow.

New York, a bustling city that never sleeps, is often depicted as the center of life. However, the reality behind this statement has a different side.

The distribution of police forces in the United States heavily relies on economic efficiency. In wealthy areas, such as Manhattan's financial district and the elite neighborhoods of Long Island, abundant funding ensures the presence of trained officers equipped with advanced gear. Patrols continue throughout the day, and every potential crime is addressed swiftly. The police even use various media to provide comprehensive warnings to the public.

In contrast, in marginalized areas like Brooklyn and the Bronx, where the majority of the population consists of immigrants and Black communities, police resources are far from adequate. Maintaining order in these regions becomes a challenge, especially at night when crime tends to rise. The nightlife on the streets gradually fades, replaced by a silence filled with vigilance.

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