Reborn as the God-Emperor in Marvel

Natasha Romanoff didn't gather much intelligence from Solomon, just small details like the fact that he had several powerful women around him. Even so, Nick Fury wouldn't consider it a failure. After all, despite spending considerable time with Solomon in Amsterdam's Red Light District (where they were genuinely just grabbing food), Fury hadn't seen Solomon reveal any weaknesses. He certainly didn't behave like a typical high school teenager.

Perhaps the girls just hadn't woken up yet.

Following the agreement, Nick Fury helped Solomon secure a spot at Eton College. The headmaster was very familiar with these types of situations and quickly accommodated the request. Eton, being a prestigious school for nobility, had many students from political families, including members of the royal family. The headmaster was adept at organizing schedules for students with such commitments.

However, due to the confidentiality of the contract, Fury couldn't reveal any information about Solomon, and MI6's probing also yielded no results. The matter didn't become widely known, as MI6 is officially a non-existent organization—the British government would never acknowledge it, despite the public being very familiar with its operations.

Solomon was assigned to a single room with a private bathroom, thanks to a combination of his royal scholarship and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s influence. This old dormitory had much stricter rules—no loud noises, no running in the hallways, proper attire when leaving the dorm, and lights out at a specific time. Even though only recipients of the royal scholarship could stay in these rooms, some students still applied to move out because they couldn't handle the strict regulations. Solomon, however, was quite satisfied with the environment, appreciating the peace and quiet that kept away the idle rich kids. It was just what he needed.

After touring the statue of Henry VI, the dorm manager led Solomon to his room. He bought all the necessities, including stationery, textbooks, and extra reading materials like Shakespeare's Hamlet and Macbeth. His favorite, though, was the line from The Merchant of Venice: "Why should a man whose blood is warm sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?" A true classic.

Solomon had arrived just in time for the 1:50 PM lunch. After quickly joining a few clubs, his day came to an end. The headmaster's only hope on the first day of school was that the pampered students would quickly adapt to the full-time boarding environment, so there wasn't much homework. Returning to his dorm room, Solomon sealed the door with magic and commanded his invisible servant to clean up and make his bed. Since the spell required no focus to maintain, he donned his Sling Ring and opened a portal to Kamar-Taj.

"You won't believe it, but after breathing the cold, crisp air of the mountains, I find it hard to breathe in this warm, humid air," Solomon said as he approached Kaecilius in the training grounds. "I hadn't even greeted my classmates yet and already found a few couples—amazing."

"Isn't there anything else you should be doing?" Kaecilius placed a hand on Solomon's shoulder. "Clubs, briefings—at least look over your textbooks!"

"I'm here to deliver a check." Solomon pulled a check from his coat pocket. "This should be enough to buy us a new car, better than the piece of junk we had."

"Oh, careful now. Comments like that will anger people from Detroit. That city only has two industries, and you just insulted one of them. Our car wasn't that bad, was it?" Even in Kamar-Taj, Kaecilius kept his gray-white hair slicked back. He accepted the check with a smile but didn't glance at the amount. Instead, he looked at Solomon's face intently. "You kept avoiding talking about S.H.I.E.L.D. over the phone. Did they discover Kamar-Taj?"

"All they know is the name—they don't even know where we are." Solomon replied. "In fact, I even signed a contract with their director. He can't reveal any information he knows about Kamar-Taj, whether on paper or in digital form. He can't even say the name without my consent—though he wasn't thrilled about that clause. Vishanti's magical contracts are still more reliable than any corporate promises."

"I've always been worried about you," Kaecilius said. "Dealing with those sly foxes... they're the best among ordinary people, and I feared you might slip up."

"Fair enough. I understand your concern, given how long I've been isolated from the outside world. Maybe now you won't object to the tasks the Ancient One assigns me anymore. If it weren't for those missions, I wouldn't have known how to talk to anyone."

"You're right, but only partially. Overall, I still disagree with most of the tasks." Kaecilius patted Solomon's shoulder. "Now, go enjoy your student life. If you get bored, try using a belt to rule over those spoiled brats."

"Hmph, dirty American prison humor." Solomon waved his hand. "See you after dinner."

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"I smell blood on you," Bayonetta said, resting her head on Solomon's lap, a gray short-haired cat curled up in her arms. "Did you get into a fight with your classmates on your first day?"

"A couple of idiots' nosebleeds wouldn't smell this strong," Solomon replied, stroking Bayonetta's thick black hair, carefully avoiding looking elsewhere since her outfit was a bit too revealing for his comfort. But this was her home, after all, so he couldn't complain too much. He added, "I was attacked. The only survivor will be eating through a straw for the rest of his life."

"Who?" Bayonetta asked, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Don't worry, I took care of it. Including their superior." Solomon reassured her. "S.H.I.E.L.D. won't be bothering me anymore."

"Oh? A female spy?" Bayonetta conjured a pistol out of thin air and playfully pressed it against Solomon's chin. "So, whose perfume is that on you? Or was it several? How heartbreaking—Boya, you're cheating on me."

"You know I didn't do anything with that spy, Bayonetta. I'm still underage." Solomon sighed, not even acknowledging the gun, and continued to play with her hair. Since Solomon had to attend school, and Jeanne had her own job, Bayonetta's boredom had grown unbearable. Everyone else had things to do, leaving her with nothing—Ragna's order was bankrupt, the high-tech gear had been stolen by spies, and the angels summoned by the nun were all small fries, terrified ever since Jubileus died.

Bayonetta tossed the gun aside and wrapped her pale, soft arms around Solomon's neck, causing the gray cat to tumble off the sofa. The Cheshire cat meowed in protest, but no one ever paid attention to its complaints.

"So, does that mean it's okay once you're of age?" she said. "It's not up to you, Boya. It's up to me. And now, no one will smell that bitch's perfume anymore."

"You know this behavior is very animalistic, right? Like a wild creature marking its territory, Bayonetta?" Solomon said with a muffled voice. "You're acting like a lioness."

"I've always been one," Bayonetta replied nonchalantly. "You're already my prey, Boya. You're not getting away."

"Alright, whatever you say." Solomon finally kissed her exposed soft skin, and only then did Bayonetta loosen her grip.

"You've grown up, haven't you? Maybe it's time big sister taught you some adult things," she said, licking her lips. "But I've never dealt with a teenage boy before. Human adolescence is quite tricky."

"I'll be leaving now, Bayonetta." Solomon awkwardly kissed her hand, his expression a bit strained. "I don't want to stunt my growth."

"Then make sure to eat a lot! Big sister isn't giving up her high heels for you." Bayonetta winked at him. "And don't... handle things yourself. Teenage boys love to do that. You can always tell me, and I'll help."

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"You should know that a god's power isn't just in their strength; their senses are also far superior to ordinary people," Athena said. "I can smell two different perfumes on you right now. Are there two mature women at Eton College?"

"One is from a spy, the other from a witch," Solomon replied honestly.

"So this is what teenage boys are like, huh? Dealing with a witch wasn't enough for you? Now you've added a spy to the mix?" Athena rolled her eyes. "It's 9 PM. Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I came here to pick up some books, Athena." Solomon sighed. "I really don't understand why European schools assign so much extreme homework. Do they expect high school students to become scientists already?"

"I am a scientist, kid!" Athena snapped. "I have a Ph.D. in genetics, which I earned while studying what was happening to those children. Guess what? I passed! I even studied 'classical' literature, which feels more like current events to me than anything classical. I've attended every major university in Europe, and it wasn't hard at all."

"I figured. In this world, if you don't have several Ph.D.s, you can't even introduce yourself properly." Solomon chuckled. "Unfortunately, neither the spy nor the witch have any degrees."

"Then you should stay away from women like that, Solomon. Women without degrees have no future," Athena said with utmost seriousness.

"You sound like

 my mother, Athena."

"I am your mother! I raised you! The Sorcerer Supreme and I are your mothers! Now shut up, stay away from those women, and go get some Ph.D.s before even thinking about women!"

"I'm still underage."

"Do you know how many heroes I've seen fall because of women? You should understand—"

Solomon rolled his eyes again.

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