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Since Thanos snapped his fingers, the whole world seemed to have lost its vitality.
In New York's Central Park, it was hard even to see a bird these days.
This showed that Thanos was really fair.
He didn't aim at all races in the universe but wiped out all living creatures with the essence of life.
But after Luke snapped his fingers, it seemed that everything came back.
When the alloy doors of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarter's building were opened one by one, the sun shone in, and light fell into the atrium.
Going outside, Hawkeye saw a few birds pass by, and there were faint voices of alarm.
"We succeeded!"
He said in an uncertain tone.
Not only Hawkeye but the other superheroes too.
As if they were in a dream, they were afraid that they would wake up and see the cruel reality.
"I'll make a phone call!"
When Black Widow heard this, she immediately turned on the com and contacted Nick Fury from the missing persons' list.
The one-eyed chief had turned into ash with Agent Hill.
"Natasha! What happened?"
The com was quickly switched on, and Fury's deep voice sounded.
Black Widow was overjoyed and hugged Hawkeye tightly.
"I'm going to find Laura and the kids..."
The latter wiped away the tears of excitement and ran to the underground garage regardless of other things.
He couldn't wait to see his wife and children and reunite with them.
What had been lost was often more precious when it was recovered.
"Go ahead and say hello to your children for me."
Black Widow nodded and agreed; there was nothing more important than that.
After watching Hawkeye leave, she told Nick Fury about the nightmare they had experienced during this time, in short, that was as easy to understand as possible.
She believed that with the acceptance ability of the one-eyed Director, he should be able to digest it quickly.
And in the hall.
"Hey."
Scott, the Ant-Man, answered the phone with uneasy feelings. Then came Hank Pym's angry, loud voice.
"Scott, where are you, you bastard? And my van? Why is my van missing?"
Scott had never felt the old-fashioned Hank Pym's voice was so pleasing until now.
He couldn't wait to kiss his phone and vent his inner excitement and joy.
"Hank! Is it really you? You're all back?!"
Scott asked again.
"Hope, talk to this fool. I'm afraid I'll be infected by him and become an idiot!"
Hank Pym was as mean and bitter as ever. In this respect, he was very similar to the most hated Stark family.
"A success! We did it!"
Seeing the missing Pym family call, Captain America was sure that the snap had brought back the missing people.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm his boiling emotions.
"I wonder what happened to Bucky ... and Sam?"
Captain America resisted the idea of contacting his friend, as he had more important things to do.
To be honest, seeing Bucky turn to dust, the feeling of losing a comrade and partner again was terrible!
For Captain America, this was no easier than learning the news of his girlfriend Peggy's death.
"Yes! It worked! It wasn't easy!"
Iron Man nodded and agreed.
He sat back in his chair for a moment, his nano-armor retracting into the Ark reactor on his chest.
The strength in his body felt like it had been drained, and his body was paralyzed.
"Wait a minute, we could have a party, tell Strange to do some juggling, and Peter Parker -- the little guy who dragged your shield away at the German airport last time ... forget it, I'd better sleep first."
Iron Man spoke to himself. His tired face was slightly relaxed.
Then, there was a palm on his shoulder.
It was Captain America!
"Tony, thanks for your hard work."
Captain America's words contained too many emotions.
Only he and Iron Man could understand the meaning.
"You, too. I heard that it was almost hammered by Thanos with one punch before? Haha."
Iron Man chuckled twice and continued, "By the way, I'm going to retire like an elderly. Stark Industries is temporarily left to Happy to take care of it."
"I want to find a quiet place with Pepper, rest for a while... come to my house for dinner later."
"Take that shield back. It's taking up too much space."
Iron Man had always maintained a proud personality. Even reconciliation was said so tactfully.
"No problem, then I'll leave it to ... Sam."
Captain America subconsciously wanted to say Bucky, but considering there may be a fight and his relaxed relationship with Iron Man would drop to freezing point again, he quickly changed his mouth.
The two smiled at each other, and the previous misunderstandings and grudges were over.
"You seem to have been forgotten."
Carol stepped forward, looked at Luke, who took off the glove, and smiled softly, "But I still want to thank you for all this, Mr. Savior."
"You're welcome. Saving the universe -- this is also a very … fresh experience for me."
Luke smiled back. He brought back half of the lost lives in the universe with a snap.
To some extent, it was indeed worthy of the title of 'Savior'.
"You see, they all have their own things to do. Carol, how about you? Don't you want to enjoy the victory?"
Luke asked softly.
"I don't have many acquaintances on earth. Right now, Fury is the only one. What's more, I didn't do anything, you took care of Thanos, and you're the one to snap your fingers. You are the great hero!"
Carol had her arms around her chest and faintly said, "Looking at what everyone is saying, there may be a ... party afterward."
"Maybe after I meet up with Fury, I'll have to leave Earth and go back to my ... what did you say last time?"
"Cosmic Policing."
Luke replied.
"That's right! Cosmic police."
Carol raised her eyebrows. This snap brought back lost lives but also brought back chaos and strife.
After all, there was a massive population boom, and it was hard to count.
There were good and innocent people.
There were also bad people and villains.
"Then, see you later."
Luke waved his hand. He didn't want to disturb the superheroes who were immersed in joy.
It was estimated that later, there would be a scene of reminiscing. There was no point in staying.
"Oh, there's a poor guy here."
Luke was going to leave the hall and go to the New York Sanctum to chat with Master Ancient One and meet the new Sorcerer Supreme, Strange.
But seeing a lost Thor, he couldn't help but walk over and pat his opponent's shoulder and jokingly say, " Need me to help you, snap my fingers again and bring your brother Loki back?"
For the other superheroes, their lost family and friends had returned to their side.
Everything was perfect!
Thor was the exception.
His brother Loki had his neck broken by Thanos.
His sister was destroyed along with Asgard.
His father returned to the embrace of Yggdrasil.
His mother died at the hands of the Dark Elves.
In a word, Thor still had nothing.
Even his favorite Mjölnir was gone, leaving only an axe to accompany him.
Playing Fortnite, he was often scolded as a newbie by teammates.
His former girlfriend, Jane Foster, couldn't stand the separation and finally broke up with him.
He wanted to find someone to talk to about his inner pain, but there was no one.
In this way, Thor's face had a gloomy, deeply sad expression.
"Forget it, that thing should be destroyed as soon as possible or kept separately in a secret place that no one knows."
The current king of Asgard was clear-headed as he shook his head.
"Loki ... let me continue to miss him. The younger brother, who exists in memory, is worry-free."
Luke raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Would you like to go with me to taste the delicious food? I guarantee it tastes better than fried chicken and barbecue. I believe Master Wong won't let you down."
"That place you mentioned, is there any wine?"
Thor put away his sentimental feelings and asked in a low voice.
"I just want to drink right now!"
Luke thought about it. There should be a lot of treasures in Kamar Taj's cellars.
Wong was also a good wine drinker. Daqu Maotai liquor, Sichuan liquor, Red Star sorghum liquor, Hengshui Laobaigan; he certainly had some on hand.
"Of course! We have enough drinks!"
Luke assured him.
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It was said that alcohol could stimulate human emotions best, let them open their hearts, show their true side, and draw each other's feelings closer.
In one of Kamar Taj's rooms, three people and Rocket Raccoon sat around the table.
There was a steaming hot pot in the middle, and there were various dips, sliced beef, mutton, seafood, and vegetables on the smaller plates.
"It's so fragrant!"
Thor drank a mouthful of Red Star liquor, swallowed a few slices of beef, mixed with the taste of sesame sauce and sweet and spicy sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.
This Asgardian hadn't seen everything in the world when it came to food.
Only fried chicken and beer, a family-sized bucket every day.
Such consistent flavors would satisfy Thor and keep him hooked.
Once in a while, he would order pizza, which could be used to reward himself for playing the game and greeting his teammates every day.
It could be seen that Thor had low requirements for food.
The Chinese-style hot pot was a new experience for him.
Especially Red Star liquor. With Asgard's thousand-year-old brewing technique, this was simply fascinating.
"Only a madman would like this stuff."
Rocket Raccoon had a fondness for shrimp sticks and sashimi. He jumped from Thor's shoulder to Wong's head and symbolically licked the cup of high-grade white wine with a look of disgust on its face.
Obviously, the liquor was not to his taste.
"Little rabbit, what do you know! This is what men should drink! Wong! Let's drink!"
Thor, who got drunk, grabbed Wong, who was accompanying him, and the two of them clinked glasses.
The latter made a reluctant face. He wasn't as tough as an Asgardian, who could drink white wine as if it was water.
Especially high-purity liquor with added materials, just taking a sip could make people feel intoxicated.
"So, Strange is still on Titan?"
Wong scratched his head. Compared with these uninvited guests, he was more concerned about Doctor Strange's situation.
"He'll be back soon with the transmission portal, so you don't have to worry at all."
Luke replied.
His hands keep moving, throwing a few slices of beef into the hot pot.
Wong was really good at cooking, especially with the dipping sauce, which was the soul of the hot pot.
"So, what's all this about?"
In fact, Wong hadn't figured out what happened until now.
He was erased by the first snap and turned into ash.
It felt like a night's sleep. When he woke up, his thoughts and memories were still at the last second he was alive.
He only knew that Dr. Banner informed them that Thanos was coming.
Then, Strange was taken by the Black Order and boarded the doughnut-shaped spaceship.
When he was ready to gather Kamar Taj and the three Scantum's powers to rescue the Sorcerer Supreme, his consciousness went into the darkness.
It was like being knocked unconscious with a stick, and he didn't know what happened afterward.
When he woke up again, Wong saw the two guys and a raccoon sitting in front of him.
"Wong, add some good wine to the hot pot. Today is worth celebrating! We saved the world ... No, we saved the universe!"
This was the opening statement from the fresh face.
Quite familiar, not treating him as an outsider at all.
If he didn't know Thor and knew that he was from Asgard, Wong might have regarded them as invaders.
"It's a long and complicated story."
Luke took a sip of the Sichuan liquor. The spicy taste ran along the tip of his tongue.
"When Strange comes back, let him tell you in detail."
Forty minutes later, he had enough to eat.
The job of cleaning up the mess was, of course, left to Wong.
"By the way, remember to tell Strange to come to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters building to look for me."
Luke put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, dragged the drunk Thor with one hand and the round-bellied Rocket with the other, ready to leave.
The former was hugging Rocket Raccoon, talking about how much he missed his parents, with snot and tears.
The snot and tears were smeared on the raccoon's fur, making the latter frantic.
As for Wong, he felt very dizzy when he walked.
Not to mention cleaning up the mess and tidying up the desk; even walking out the door was hard.
Luke shook his head when he saw how poorly the group was at drinking.
He meant to wait for Doctor Strange to come back and discuss the trans-cosmic transmission in detail with each other.
The research and construction of the space-time machine were definitely left to Iron Man and Dr. Banner.
Doctor Strange was mainly responsible for adding details.
Luke didn't want it to go wrong and wander into another universe.
If it was a normal universe, it might be acceptable.
If transmitted to the zombie universe, facing the world's superhero zombies, just thinking about it already gave his scalp a tingling sensation.
In particular, in the Marvel gender-reverse universe, the Avengers, the villains were all feminized.
If he went there, facing the tech-nerd Iron Man, the big-sister Captain America, the strong and fit female Hulk, the electrifying and passionate female Thor...
Hiss!
The menstrual synchrony would be terrifying!
Therefore, it was important to be prudent in facing inter-universe transmission.
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A week later, S.H.I.E.L.D's base.
A little order had been restored to a free America, where chaos and sin were rampant.
At least, vicious incidents like beating, smashing, looting, and stealing were decreasing, and everyone was beginning to return to the original trajectory in life.
The superheroes finally took time out of their restoring public order's busy schedule and began to solve Luke's problems.
"This is the universe model I built. According to the coordinate data you provided to me, as well as the details added by Strange... To be honest, I don't quite understand the magic, dimensionality, and boundary," he said, "That's kind of beyond me!"
Tony bit the pen in his mouth and said vaguely.
"Now me and Banner and that old man Hank Pym -- yes, he volunteered to help. Probably in your honor, Superman, the greatest hero in the universe."
Iron Man habitually kept talking and talking. The topic strayed from the main point.
Next to him, Dr. Banner stretched out his finger and swiped a few times on the tablet to call up the model of the universe.
He took Iron Man's words and went on to say, "The biggest problem we face is how to establish a stable and clear coordinate system. And then set the universe as an anchor point, to avoid irreparable consequences, such as letting you get lost in the turbulence of time and space."
"Secondly, we don't know the exact coordinates of your universe, which has stalled research on the transmission mechanism."
"It's like a route, with only the starting point, not the endpoint."
Luke hugged his chest, gazed at the projected model of the universe, frowned, and asked, "Is there any suitable solution?
These were the scientific geniuses of the Marvel world, and they could always solve all kinds of problems.
From the destruction of the multiverse to the development of robots for home use.
In the outside world, it was a difficult topic that may not come to fruition in a lifetime of research.
To Iron Man, Dr. Banner, and Hank Pym.
It was a small matter of making a formula, calculating data, and then slapping their heads for inspiration.
"I thought you would be more surprised, like showing some disappointment or a sad expression."
Iron Man, who was about to retire, pouted, "After my discussion with Banner, I worked out a ... not very reliable plan."
"Friday has simulated and tested it repeatedly. We found a transmission route with higher accuracy from over 20 vague answers, with a relatively high probability of being correct, which is about 60%."
Luke picked his eyebrows.
Considering whether to accept it or not.
According to Murphy's law, anything that could go wrong, will go wrong. No matter how small the possibility was.
In other words, if he was unlucky, he could, unfortunately, be drawn into a gender-reversed-universe where all the members were feminized or a wasteland universe to survive alone at the end of days.
No matter how hesitant he was, he would always be doomed to head towards that doomed path.
"I'm not finished yet, Uncle Cavill."
Iron Man gradually accepted Superman as his godfather and uncle from a different universe. A while ago, he also brought Pepper to meet him as a family gathering.
After all, his father left early, and the only one he trusted, Obadiah Stane, betrayed him.
Superman— was probably the only elder. Although Luke looked quite young, according to him, he was also a 100-year-old-man, just like Captain America.
"Go on..."
Luke nodded.
Iron Man cleared his throat and said, "In order to improve the accuracy and reduce the risk, Strange proposed the idea of setting up a transit area."
"That is to say, you can get off the train at other places in the middle of the inter-universe transmission and collect data on the coordinates of the current universe to determine your location better."
"If there is an accident, the probability of a successful return is relatively higher."
'A transit station?'
Luke was puzzled.
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It had been a month since they last discussed the trans-universe transmission plan.
He had to admit that Iron Man and Dr. Banner indeed had great ideas.
They were ready to open up the quantum realm with the help of Hank Pym's technology.
After that, it was transformed into a space-time transmission device.
With the cosmic coordinates provided by the Ancient One, Iron Man had completed the construction of the model.
The next step was to build a space-time machine and put it into use.
Iron Man and Dr. Banner stayed up all night and also brought Doctor Strange..
They finalized the complete plan and began to enter the implementation stage.
This was a huge and time-consuming project. Even though S.H.I.E.L.D's resources were mobilized and a large amount of manpower and material resources were invested, only one-third of it had been completed right now.
Luke didn't show impatience. When he was idle, he went to visit Kamar Taj, asked Wong for a hot pot, and then went to the library to read some books.
Sometimes he would talk to Strange for a while, but this guy was much more boring than his teacher, the Ancient One.
Usually, when he had time, he would play games with Thor and team up with him to score some points.
He would also attend various Avengers celebration parties, accept the invitation from the White House, give speeches, and brush up his reputation.
This was his daily life.
Living a full and comfortable life.
The only thing that caused him a bit of a headache was being known as the great hero who saved the world and even the universe.
Superman's name spread like wildfire and had spread all over the world.
Currently, his popularity was tending to surpass that of the Avengers, becoming a new favorite of the media.
As a result, wherever Luke went, a group of fans would come, take photos, and ask for autographs.
The discussion about Superman had become a hot topic, with more than one billion followers.
Major TV stations rushed to send invitations for interviews, various well-known talk shows, and the official media blew up the phone at S.H.I.E.L.D's front desk.
This gave Luke, who just wanted to live a quiet life, a slight headache.
"I find that you know how to deal with the media and the public better than Stark and Captain Rogers."
In the private area of S.H.I.E.L.D's headquarters, Nick Fury, who had long since retired, looked over at Superman, who was lying on a bench, sunbathing.
After he was brought back by Luke's snap, he went to work again and took over most of the work in S.H.I.E.L.D.
Soon after the social order was rebuilt, a leader like Nick Fury was urgently needed to stabilize the situation, contact other nations and integrate their forces.
"Didn't Tony tell you that in my universe, I wasn't only a war hero, but also a General in the Pentagon, and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D "
Luke bit into his straw and murmured.
"Director Fury, my job is to preside over the overall situation and maintain order like you. So, I often appear in public."
"I see."
The one-eyed Director asked curiously.
"What about me? What am I like in your universe?"
Luke pondered slightly and replied, "If it weren't for this unexpected incident, you'd be driving me right now."
Fury's face twitched; he didn't think he would be a driver.
Life was too strange!
"Director Fury, what can I do for you?"
Luke put down his juice and asked softly.
"Stark asked me to call you over. The space-time transmission device he's working on with Dr. Banner is almost ready."
Fury's eyes flashed as he spoke in a deep voice, "They're going to conduct a test, and you need to participate in it."
"This is a small thing. They just needed to make a phone call. There's no need to trouble Director Fury to make the trip himself."
Luke smiled, glanced at the other person, and faintly said, "Take away your unnecessary worry. If I had any other ideas, the Avengers wouldn't be able to stop me."
He knew Nick Fury's thoughts. Seeing Superman's strength and prestige grow, Fury was becoming wary of him.
It was an old habit.
It's just like how Batman saw everyone, thinking they were dangerous, even himself.
It was all persecution paranoia!
"Hahaha, then you should hurry. Stark is waiting."
Nick Fury awkwardly laughed, neither denying nor admitting it.
Deep down, he was eager to send Superman away as soon as possible.
This guy could even press Thanos down to the ground, beat him, and use the six Infinity Stones without any problems.
Once such a powerful and terrible existence went astray or tragically turned evil, who could stop it?
Out of an agent's professional habit, Nick Fury would always think from the dark side of humanity.
He had to imagine the worst-case scenario and develop a plan to deal with it.
"Haha."
Luke shrugged his shoulders. He knew about Nick Fury's vigilance, but he wasn't angry.
When dealing with these people, he had to put up with their insignificant little problems.
If he ever visited the studio next door and met Batman in the future, the latter would certainly watch him with a suspicious attitude and a critical eye.
'So, the one who should be put in Arkham Asylum is Batman, wearing the Bruce Wayne mask. '
Luke thought silently.
Afterward, he took the elevator to the working area of S.H.I.E.L.D's base.
Iron Man and Dr. Banner, one was standing on a spacious platform, and the other was operating instruments underneath.
"Come in. This is the space-time transmission device we developed."
Iron Man's excitement was high. When he saw Luke, he couldn't wait to start introducing it.
"We'll use the Pym particles to shrink you into the microscopic universe and then throw you out of this universe by interfering with quantum space-time..."
Luke stepped onto the translucent high-strength glass platform, glanced around, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Dr. Banner operated the instrument with a crackle, turning it on and slowly opening a channel at the top.
"We want to see the effect, that is, to send you into the quantum realm, and then successfully return -- It starts with time travel in this universe, and then proceeds to cross-universe transmission."
Iron Man replied.
"As for the 'transit station' plan, that's a stage further down the road."
The transit station was a bold idea from Doctor Strange, adopted by Iron Man and Dr. Banner.
Simply put, after activating the trans-universe transmission, Luke would board a train with no known endpoint.
Because the destination wasn't clear, he needed to get off every time he arrived at a cosmic box with other numbers to collect coordinates data and other important information.
It was equivalent to using those universes as transit stations, changing routes and targets at any time, and constantly improving this road back home.
It sounded unreliable, but there was no better way.
After all, the Avengers, including Doctor Strange, were just characters in a small box.
There was a slight deviation in the understanding of many aspects of the knowledge.
For example, Iron Man couldn't accept that he married Captain America in a certain universe.
Although it was a female version of Tony Stark, she was a proud young lady who was born into a rich family and was in charge of a large enterprise at a young age.
However, in his original words, 'How could a girl with normal aesthetics look at a 100-year-old man, who would lecture someone just because of saying one curse word?'
In response to Iron Man's reaction, Luke said he would send him a wedding photo of Natasha Stark and Captain America if he had a chance to pass through that universe.
One was the darling daughter from a well-off family, and the other was a poor Brooklyn boy.
A proud and straight woman and an excellent blond man.
One was a research consultant associate, and the other was a team leader core member.
And they were still in the same organization, cooperating with each other to save the world.
Psst!
This element!
They could make a film, [Avengers' in love and war.]
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The first test was quite successful. Luke went to have a drink with Howard Stark during World War II and then returned to the current timeline.
Everything went smoothly, and nothing went wrong.
Howard Stark, who stayed at the military base, had no impression of Luke, but the guy seemed to know him.
The two chatted and drank together in the lounge, spending 20 minutes relaxed and happy.
"You can go now. It will take about a month for us to complete the trans-universe transmission."
Iron Man waved his hand. They were collecting the data just now to adjust the universe model. .
"It looks like there should be no problem. Luke, I think you should think more about who your teammate would be."
Dr. Banner shut down the teleportation device and slowly said so.
"Teammate?"
Luke slightly frowned.
"I thought it was a solo trip."
Dr. Banner looked at Iron Man, who was busy on the spacious platform, and asked, "You didn't tell him?"
"I forgot. I clock in every day at S.H.I.E.L.D, and I have to deal with Pepper when I go back. I can't remember those small details!"
Iron Man replied confidently.
Dr. Banner was speechless and turned his face away from the other side, turning to Luke and said, "The transit station program is generally safe. But in case you can't find your way home and are forced to return, you need to bring one or two teammates as anchors to our universe."
"I will implant miniature signal transmitters in their bodies, which is equivalent to throwing two beacons. Amongst many time and space, I can determine their position and recover them."
Luke nodded gently. Iron Man and Dr. Banner were experts in this field.
All aspects were taken into consideration to eliminate any possible surprises.
"How long will it take before the trans-universe transmission is officially ready?"
Luke looked at the closed instrument. According to the research progress of these two big guys, he felt that it would be done in one month.
They were the scientists of the Marvel world, and their innovative strength was comparable to the physical strength of the big green guy.
"The fastest it could take is half a month."
Iron Man replied.
"Trans-universe transmission is a difficult problem, and it isn't easy."
Dr. Banner nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, it's a lot more troublesome than when we were working on Ultron, the powerful artificial intelligence."
"New territory, unfamiliar knowledge ... It's really exciting!"
As an old bachelor, Dr. Banner wasn't like Iron Man, who would rush off work every day, to spend time with his wife.
He completely regarded S.H.I.E.L.D as his home and spent every day in his work area and the living room.
Dr. Banner of this universe had long since broken up with Betty, General Ross's daughter, and had always been single since. At most had a relationship with Natasha, the Black Widow.
However, after a trip to Sakaar and a guest appearance as a gladiator, their relationship seemed to be at a stalemate. They hadn't been seeing each other lately.
"Come on. I just want to go to bed early."
Iron Man rubbed his sore waist. Recently, he was busy with 'making a new person', and planned to have a baby with Pepper.
Tony Stark, the famous playboy of New York, who could feed half of all the paparazzi in the city, felt a little overwhelmed, so he began to follow Luke's suggestion, soaking Chinese wolfberry in water to drink.
This was probably the bitter result of not knowing how to care for his body when he was younger and vigorous.
"All right, everyone has worked hard."
Luke waved and smiled, "I'm treating you to a big meal today. But of course, it's the usual. My treat, but my nephew Tony is paying."
Iron Man bristled but didn't say anything.
Sometimes he really gave people headaches.
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In a quiet life, time would always slip away quietly.
Half a month later, Iron Man and Dr. Banner successfully developed the trans-universe transmission device.
Luke wasn't surprised by their unparalleled research and development capabilities.
In Marvel, for geniuses and crazy scientists that could destroy the world, beating up bosses was just a daily thing.
One of their representatives was Mr. Reed Richards.
Things like Restarting the multiverse with the Ultimate Nullifier;
Bombard the Living Tribunal;
Craniotomy on Iron Man;
Blowing up sixty-seven parallel universes and so on.
To sum it up, having the 'scientist' title in the Marvel Universe probably means that you have the potential to become a powerful character or develop plot armor.
"Thor, and little rabbit. Let's hit the road together."
Luke stepped out onto the spacious platform, changed into his special transmission uniform, and spoke to Thor and Rocket Raccoon on the platform.
He finally chose these two guys as his teammates.
He had no choice; there weren't many options to choose from.
Among the Avengers, those who were ready to retire were Hawkeye, Iron Man, and Captain America.
Other superheroes, like Captain Marvel, was busy being a cosmic policeman and had no time to accompany Luke on a space-time trip that was full of potential battles ahead.
Black Widow took over as the diplomat position for S.H.I.E.L.D and was amidst a rising career.
Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, was now a widow, and she was probably not in the mood.
What?
Why were they all women?
Who would want to start an unknown and wonderful time travel adventure with superheroes like the Black Panther and Falcon?
After careful consideration, Luke found that only Thor, the God of Thunder, and Rocket Raccoon, had free time and could be used as companions to relieve boredom.
"Help me tell Valkyrie that Asgard will be handed over to her for the time being."
Thor, carrying Stormbreaker, staggered onto the platform.
These days, he went to Kamar Taj to eat and drink without any problems and made himself fat.
The white transmission uniform could barely fit the slightly bulky, sturdy body.
"Thor, it's the same with or without you. The people of Asgard are really unfortunate to have a King who only drinks and plays games."
Iron Man spoke mercilessly.
Thanos slaughtered half of Asgard before, and the remaining half took root in northern Europe with Brunnhilde, the Valkyrie.
It had always been a traditional European ability to take in refugees.
Not to mention that they were alien refugees, the original myth of Northern Europe!
"Then you can help me tell Quill that the Guardians of the Galaxy's leader is going away, so he can take care of Groot and don't let him play games all day!"
Rocket followed suit and spoke with a big grin.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen. Take a deep breath and count down to 5! Then start the trans-universe transmission!"
Dr. Banner ignored the nonsense the guys spouted and started operating the machine.
"I hope I can have a chance to see you again, especially my nephew! Tony, I wish you a happy life!"
Luke waved, smiled, and said goodbye.
"Five!"
"Four!"
"Three!"
"..."
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
The three people standing underneath the transmission channel were instantly reduced to a subatomic scale by the Pym particles, invisible to the naked eye.
Then, as if converted into a stream of light, following the direction of the set coordinates, it traveled in the macroscopic universe!
They were like solid iron balls shoved into the mouth of a cannon, throwing themselves out of control and heading towards an unknown destination!
"I seem to have hit something hard ..."
Thor covered his forehead and cried out in pain.
"That's the boundary of the universe."
Luke's voice rang in the com.
"So, we're now ..."
Before Rocket finished speaking, his voice was dragged out as if flung high into the air.
The three of them saw a pitch-black infinite space, in which there were uncountable colored dots of light like the sands of the Ganges River.
They looked like giant soap bubbles, glittering with a strange light.
That was a world, a universe!
Layers upon layers, endless!
"Where are we going?"
Thor shouted.
The dark space was like an empty vacuum, and no sound could be transmitted.
But his question was still heard by Luke.
"I don't know."
Superman replied.
Because there were no specific universe coordinates, this was an unknown journey.
No one knew where the first stop would be.
No one knew how long it had been. Time had lost its original concept and role here.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The three men felt a strong suction force. They uncontrollably floated over and hit the transparent wall again.
Clouds of bright light exploded in front of them, making them unable to open their eyes!
"This is ..."
Before Luke and others knew where they were, they saw a floating figure.
A red cloak fluttered slightly, holding up the tall and thin figure.
"Are you the ... contactors that I have summoned?"
The man asked- half hesitant, half wary.
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'Contractors?'
Luke was a little surprised and looked up at the guy.
"Steven Strange... Is this Kamar Taj?"
It was Doctor Strange who appeared in front of him.
It's just that compared with the movie universe, the other party looked younger and immature.
"Do you know me?"
Strange, held up by the magic floating cloak, sat cross-legged in the air and asked condescendingly.
He seemed to be even more surprised that the summoned contractor could call out his own name..
"It seems that this is indeed Kamar Taj."
Luke glanced around quickly and concluded.
In the dimly lit room, there were three doors.
They were branded with different patterns, giving off a mysterious and subtle aura of antiquity.
Those were the portals to the three sanctums!
They also correspond to three major time and space nodes!
Then Luke looked up.
He saw a huge copper ball hanging from the ceiling, flowing with a bright lava-like luster.
This was one of the famous instruments of the Kamar Taj, which could monitor the abnormal energy fluctuation worldwide in real-time and prevent the invasion from other dimensions.
From these two iconic structures and objects, Luke determined that his place should be the central hall of the Kamar Taj.
'Why did we come here?'
He was a bit puzzled.
'But it's a time saver.'
Every time Luke stayed at a transit station, Luke needed to collect the coordinate data of his universe.
This was his mission.
If he wanted to complete it, he needed the help of the Sorcerer Supreme.
After all, no matter which universe he lived in, the Ancient One would always be the one who knew these things best and was most likely to help.
"No, how can there be three of them! I clearly summoned Mephisto's son ..."
Strange seemed to return to his senses and looked at Luke and the others with a curious look.
He was to summon the son of Hell, the minions of darkness under Mephisto.
Instead of ... these people in front of him!
A young human being with an uncommon bearing and an upright figure.
A big, tall, strong, blond guy carrying an axe.
And a little raccoon who could ... walk upright?
What kind of weird combination was this?
It was simply confusing.
"It seems we all have a lot of questions, so why don't we play 20 questions?"
Luke looked down at Thor, who was bent over and vomiting, and Rocket Raccoon, who was staggering around like he was drunk.
This was the aftermath of trans-universal transmission, roughly similar to motion sickness and airsickness.
Even the strong body of an Asgardian couldn't handle it.
"Do you know him?"
Luke pinched Thor's chin and told him to lift his head.
Strange frowned slightly, recalled it carefully for a few minutes, and finally hesitated to answer, "Thor? The prince of Asgard?"
Luke nodded slightly.
'Very good.'
The first known information was that Asgard still existed, Odin was still alive, and Thor hadn't succeeded to the throne.
"What about him? This cute little rabbit?"
Luke picked up a drunken Rocket Raccoon, who corrected him with a grunt, "You bastards! I've told you many times. I'm not a rabbit, I'm a raccoon! Tsk! I'm not a raccoon; my name is Rocket!"
Strange glanced at the incoherent alien creature and shook his head, "I thought it was a puppet that someone had bought. Well, without the smell of sulfur, it doesn't look like a hybrid from hell."
Luke put Rocket down, and his eyes flashed.
The second information was that the Guardians of the Galaxy hadn't come to earth, or at least they had never dealt with the three sanctums and the Sorcerer Supreme.
In this way, the first transit universe probably had nothing to do with the movie universe, Earth-199999.
Or, the timeline hadn't advanced to that stage.
"It's your turn to ask questions, Strange."
Luke spread out his hands and walked out of the large complex circle patterns under his feet.
"As a student of the Sorcerer Supreme, isn't it a bit humiliating for you to ask the Lord of Hell, Mephisto, for power to summon his heir?"
Luke, who had studied in Kamar Taj, could tell right away that this was some kind of contract spell to summon otherworldly creatures.
"Cough cough, it was just an accident!"
Strange looked a little embarrassed.
Although Kamar Taj didn't reject dark magic, as a disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme, it was really unreasonable for him to ask for help from Mephisto.
"Tell me, who are you?"
Strange asked in a quiet voice as he collected his emotions.
He kept his hands in front of his chest and was ready to cast spells.
He still had a certain degree of vigilance against the strange combination that was somehow summoned.
The devils and demons of the hellish world had always been good at deception and disguise.
Who knew if this was one of Mephisto's tricks!
The Lord of Hell always had a bad taste that was difficult for mortals to understand.
"This is very complicated to explain. In a word, you can think of me as a passing traveler. I'm just passing through the world by chance and not staying for too long."
Luke said lightly.
It was too much trouble explaining trans-universe transmission, and he also had to tell him the whole story of the cause, the process, and the end.
Instead of wasting energy on meaningless details, it's better to be vague. Anyway, Strange would fill in the details with his own imagination.
"As for these two, Thor shouldn't need my excessive introduction, Asgard's Prince. And ... this talking rabbit ... he's a... pet?"
Rocket was furious, jumped up, and hit Luke's knee, angrily saying, "You're the pet! I'm the best spaceship pilot in the universe!"
"Okay, let's not dwell on this issue for now."
Luke patted Rocket's head and spoke perfunctorily.
"Do you have any other questions?"
Hearing this, Strange stood up. The magic cloak that supported his body moved back.
He seemed to have guessed something from Luke's answers.
'A traveler passing through the world?'
'Could it be ...'
Unsurprisingly, Strange began to connect the dots with his own thinking.
He believed Luke because he sensed the aura of the Vishanti from the other party.
Any master who had read the [Book of the Vishanti] and studied white magic would be able to do so.
"Why do you know me?"
Strange had some doubts. From Luke's attitude, they seem to know each other?
"It's just like the Ancient One that has never seen you but knows you."
Luke tried not to speak in human terms and spoke mysteriously, making people confused.
"I don't know the Strange standing in front of me, but I know the Strange who has the same life and the same experience as you."
Stephen Strange, the third Sorcerer Supreme.
Luke knew his past and future well.
This guy had a rough and complicated life and spiritual experience.
He went through a bloody and painful lesson, telling everyone not to play with their cell phones while driving.
"Dr. Stephen Strange, M.D, Master Strange, Doctor Strange ... What stage are you in now?"
Luke asked softly with a smile around his mouth.
This kind of mysterious temperament, like his teacher, the Ancient One, instantly made Strange feel a bit of awe.
It seemed that he had made the correct guess!
The origin of the other party...
"I am Master Strange right now."
The student of the Sorcerer Supreme replied softly.
He used to be a doctor, but that was destroyed by a car accident.
A sudden, monumental accident took away his hands, his job, and his pride.
Strange found that the study of medicine couldn't save the world. He couldn't save the world and couldn't save himself. So, he embarked on a journey to find Kamar Taj and finally changed his profession to a Master of the Mystic Arts.
People often say: 'When God closes a door, he opens a window.'
As a highly educated and high-income individual, Strange had lost the possibility of holding the scalpel again.
But he was lucky enough to step into the hall of magic and see a broader view of the world.
The bald old woman said that it was all destiny.
He was the chosen person who she had been waiting for over the years, the successor to the Sorcerer Supreme!
"I want to see the Ancient One if she's still alive ..."
Luke, who was still in control of the conversation, took the opportunity to make a request.
"She? Of course, my teacher is still alive."
Strange was first puzzled, then surprised.
"Did you know that Master Ancient One was injured?"
Luke raised his eyebrows and nodded in acknowledgment without changing his expression.
But he was speculating in his heart.
'The Ancient One injured?'
'And a man?'
'Hisss...'
'It's not that universe, is it?'
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'Master Ancient One was injured? With the powerful Allfather-like existence and Vishanti as backing, who could hurt him?'
Luke thought to himself as he gathered his thoughts.
No matter which universe, the Sorcerer Supreme could firmly rank among the strong.
Unless those dimensions demons came together, and came to the door to collect debts.
Otherwise, there was hardly any possibility of turning everything over.
But Strange said that he was seriously injured. This wasn't an excuse made up by the Ancient One who wanted to retire early.
As an older social animal, one could do anything to skip work and relax.
"I would like to meet the Sorcerer Supreme.."
Seeing Strange gradually let go of his guard, Luke immediately put forward the request.
The most important thing before him was to confirm his guess and determine the universe he was in.
Only by mastering enough information could he start the journey of the next stop.
Fortunately, judging from the information given by Doctor Strange, this shouldn't be as bad as starting in the zombie-heroes universe.
Besides, Luke had no interest in fighting zombies.
"I'm afraid you can't do that ..."
When talking about his injured teacher, Strange's face turned dignified and shook his head to refuse.
It was one thing for him to believe Luke, but it was another thing to trust him completely.
Due to the Sorcerer Supreme's injury, Kamar Taj had closed its doors to the outside world, and it was strictly forbidden for unidentified people to enter or approach.
The three sanctums sent many masters to maintain order, stabilize the situation, and prevent bosses from other dimensions from taking the opportunity to do something.
"Why? I can prove my identity to the Sorcerer Supreme."
Luke tried to show his gentle side and hooked Thor's neck to throw him out as a shield.
"This is the Prince of Asgard! Son of Odin! Even if you don't trust me; however, one of the Avengers, the superhero Thor, who participated in the Battle of New York ... is he still doubted?"
Luke deliberately threw out several key points, such as the Avengers and Battle of New York, to test Strange's reaction.
"Battle of New York? You mean the fierce battle four years ago when the Hulk almost flattened the whole city?"
Strange asked doubtfully.
It had only been two years since he entered Kamar Taj to learn magic.
Before that, Dr. Stephen Strange, who was busy treating patients and enjoying an excellent income, had heard about the Avengers, active in the media.
"The Hulk..."
Luke's eyes flashed, and his thoughts fluctuated when he heard Strange's answer.
The other party didn't deny the existence of the Avengers but questioned the Battle of New York.
This was very interesting.
If it was said that there was no Chitauri army invasion of Earth, then did it mean this universe didn't have the Infinity Gauntlet and Thanos as the main thread that ran through the whole thing?
A very different future trajectory from the movie universe?
He didn't come to the main Earth-616 universe, did he?
A series of question marks emerged from Luke's heart.
If it were the main Marvel universe, the ceiling for combat power would be infinitely elevated.
The five godly figures, the Living Tribunal, the Beyonder... they were no longer the backdrop, but a real presence that might appear.
'Hiss!'
Thinking about that.
Luke sucked in a breath of cold air.
"I'm sorry, I really can't take you to see Master Ancient One. His condition is very bad."
Strange scanned Thor then looked at Luke and Rocket Raccoon with a critical eye, and finally, caution prevailed.
The contract circle he used was based on the rituals and incantations of the Key of Solomon, specifically for summoning the sons of hell, the creatures of evil.
Although he didn't know what went wrong, the summoned ones who responded to the contract became Thor and a raccoon.
But who could guarantee that this wasn't a trick by Mephisto, the Lord of Hell?
According to the Sorcerer Supreme himself, his injuries were severe, and he was in an extremely dangerous situation.
Not to mention outsiders, even Strange's mentor, Mordo, could only get instructions through spiritual transmission.
"Master Strange, is this ... your contracted one?"
While Strange was thinking about it, a round, red-robed master walked into the hall.
"Compared with Mordo's contractors, it seems much worse. Using the [Book of Vishanti] as a medium, he has borrowed the supreme power of three legendary masters, including Merlin, a great Master."
The master in red was Wong.
As the librarian of Kamar Taj, he was always the first to know various news.
"Wong..."
Thor saw an acquaintance and wanted to greet him but was rejected by the other party, "This blond barbarian has no power. There is no trace of a magical aura. It won't help you to get points for the Sorcerer Supreme Battle."
"Master Strange, I already told you that you needed to find a magical helper!"
"Even from the hell world, a few sons of hell who are good at dark magic and immune to flames and toxins are stronger than ... this guy."
Wong was quick to speak and didn't care about Thor; he just said it.
In his view, the other party was only the contractor summoned by Strange and wasn't a threat to him.
Besides, who dared to make trouble in Kamar Taj?
Even if it were Mephisto himself, he wouldn't have the guts.
"Luke, can I beat him up?"
Thor looked at that serious fat face and felt offended. If it weren't for the hot pot and the drinks -- even though it's not the same person, he would have swung his axe and cut him!
'Sorcerer Supreme Battle... the test from Vishanti ... so that's how it is. '
Luke, who was standing at the back of the room, suddenly realized it. He didn't care about Thor's question.
He finally understood why Strange used the contracted circle and why he didn't let himself see the Ancient one.
This universe was close to the parallel space-time of the comics.
The Sorcerer Supreme was about to retire, and the Vishanti had begun to choose his next successor.
The [Sorcerer Supreme Battle, a major event that was open to the dimensional world and the stars of the universe, was about to begin.
Whoever could pass the final test can win the title of 'Sorcerer Supreme', would get the gift of strength from the Vishanti, lead the Kamar Taj, and protect the earth.
As a 'newcomer' and a 'beginner', Strange wanted to borrow the power of Mephisto to summon the son of hell to qualify for the competition.
As for the Ancient One's serious injury.
Luke concluded that he wasn't really that injured, creating the illusion of a void in Kamar Taj on the one hand and allowing Strange to learn to face pressure and take responsibility on the other hand.
In a word, the naughty old man Ancient One was very bad!
"I can be your contractor, Master Strange."
Luke walked up to Wong and Doctor Strange and smiled.
"This is also decree by destiny. I happen to be a high-level master with a little knowledge of magic."
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When Luke said he was a high-ranking master, Strange almost laughed.
It's not that he looked down on the other person. It was just that masters had unique skills in judging their strength.
Magic was a constant transformation of the soul, but if you signed a contract with dimensional demons, your spirit would be infected, emitting various colors of light.
For example, the followers of Chthon, the god of the underworld, were bound to be deep in the darkness.
An emissary of Cyttorak, Lord of Oblivion, who was particularly fond of bright colors, would be brimming with scarlet light.
Most of the followers of Vishanti were pure white and orange.
Strange did not perceive the bright light of the soul, like a lamp, in Luke's body. .
Nothing else could be seen except for a tiny bit of pure white, which was the white magic attached to the [Book of Vishanti].
"High-ranking master ... to be honest, you only have the physique to meet the requirements."
Wong glanced at him, not seeing a trace of magic. In his opinion, Luke was ordinary except for his tall figure and strong body that looked like a high-ranking master.
The surge of magic, the light of the soul, these were rather weak.
They had to feel it carefully before they could detect it.
To sum up, Luke was at best a beginner's apprentice, a newcomer with one foot in the hall of magic.
There was no 'high-ranking' at all!
"It seems that you both have doubts about my strength. Then, I'll have to end my low-profile style and have a showdown with you."
Luke cleared his throat. They didn't see any movement, but his eyes suddenly burst with blinding light.
The terrifying aura was like a volcanic eruption.
It was like an invisible hand that clutched the hearts of the people watching, making them suffocate.
Immediately afterward, scarlet, dark, pure white, all colors of light-filled his soul and burst out in a flurry, almost blinding Strange and Wong.
They subconsciously raised their hands to cover the light from his soul that hadn't materialized, and a look of horror passed through their eyes.
He was a high-ranking master who was just one step away from becoming a legend!
"Wha ... what's going on? Cyttorak, Chthon, and Vishanti. They all seem to have extended an olive branch to him!"
Strange looked incredulous. Luke was like a shining precious diamond, making the dimensional demons scramble for him.
The brilliant light of his soul had already confirmed this point.
As long as he was willing, he could immediately gain the recognition of Cyttorak, Chthon, or the Vishanti and obtain a huge gift.
This was undoubtedly an enviable and jealous treatment for the Masters of the Mystic Arts of Kamar Taj.
Just like being a fresh graduate, they not only had invitations from the Fortune 500 but also gained favorable treatment, directly promoting them to the department manager.
Most junior masters were still looking forward to successfully passing the interview and becoming an intern.
This was discrimination!
"Wong, even a legendary master, might not get the approval of so many dimensional demons and gods, right?"
Strange said sourly.
Although he also had special treatment, he was led in by Mordo and personally taught by the Sorcerer Supreme himself.
But in front of Luke, who couldn't be comprehended by common sense, he wasn't even on the same level.
Master Wong's throat rolled twice, and he corrected himself, "Be confident, don't use that tone of doubt."
"The legendary masters are just humble ants in the eyes of the dimensional demons and gods, who have seen many legends in their incomprehensible long lives."
Strange was silent. Kaecilius, recognized by Kamar Taj as the most talented person, and Mordo, trusted by the Ancient One, were only high-ranking masters right now, and they weren't among the legends.
And Luke, who had attracted the attention of many-dimensional demons, qualified to become a legend, even surpassing it!
"I clearly used the rituals and incantations from the Key of Solomon, but I summoned a high-ranking master ..."
Strange still couldn't understand it, but it didn't prevent him from grabbing on to this chance.
Luke was obviously a more suitable contract holder than the son of hell, who was too conniving and un-submissive!
"Master Strange, what do you think? Am I qualified enough to be your contractor?"
Luke surprised Strange, who hadn't seen much of the world, and Wong, the master, with a little show of skill.
The blinding and incomparable light of his soul had proven the results of his training at Kamar Taj, a three-day crash course and five-day graduation, reaching the high-ranking master level.
"Of course! I don't know your name yet. Excuse me ..."
Strange nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid Luke would turn his head and leave.
Although the Ancient One mentioned it somehow, he came to Kamar Taj by fate, and he had a heavier and greater mission to shoulder in the future.
But no matter what happened in the future, the reality before him was cruel.
Strange didn't even get a ticket to the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, while the three legends had recognized Master Mordo through his strength.
The sense of urgency urged him to seek help from Mephisto.
"You can call me [Superman]."
Luke said lightly.
He could probably guess what the Ancient One was thinking.
No matter which universe Stephen Strange would become the Sorcerer Supreme, this established fact was difficult to change.
Just like Steve Rogers, who would always be Captain America, Tony Stark would always say, 'I am Iron Man'.
Following this train of thought, the so-called [Sorcerer Supreme Battle] was equivalent to a large-scale show with a predetermined result.
The Ancient One was sure to secretly open the back door for Strange -- packaged as a 'cheat code' that must be obtained through hard work, diligence, and completing an adventure.
After all, every superhero had to go through spiritual redemption and psychological growth.
"I don't mind making a cameo appearance as a spiritual guide."
Luke, who had seen the subsequent development, thought he could act as the "plug-in" and help Strange take the Sorcerer Supreme's position.
Of course, he wouldn't work for nothing.
As a price, the Ancient One needed to pay him with the universe coordinates to get him to the next station smoothly.
Good plan!
'No matter how you look at it, it's a good deal. '
Luke thought.
He didn't think that the Ancient One would be able to find an Allfather-level fighter for Strange.
Asgard's Odin wouldn't put his pride down for that.
At the very least, he was the master of the Nine Realms, King of the Gods.
"Strange! The Sorcerer Supreme is calling for you."
Just as Luke was thinking about how to discuss this cooperation with the Ancient One, a master trotted in.
When he saw the central hall was crowded with people, he was surprised at first and then waved at Strange.
"By the way, bring the ... the contractor beside you. The Sorcerer Supreme wants to meet him too."
The master added.
Strange leaned over and looked at Luke, who smiled as if he wasn't surprised.
He had already guessed that the Ancient One's claim of being seriously injured and dying was definitely a well-written script.
By putting Strange under pressure and responsibility in advance, this destined successor would be accepted in Vishanti's trial.
'What could make people happier than leaving work early? Nothing!'
Luke thought so.
He gave Strange a push and motioned for the other party to hurry.
Then, he turned to Thor and Rocket and said, "Be quiet and don't make any trouble."
"Wong, watch them both. And by the way, prepare some hot pot."
The round Master Wong scratched his head. This contracted person that was summoned by Strange, why did it seem like he knew him?
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The door of a tall wooden building in the northeast corner of Kamar Taj opened automatically.
A beam of sunlight projected in passed through the intricately patterned window lattice and fell into a dazzling golden glow.
Strange tidied up his clothes and robes and glanced at Luke before entering the door, indicating that the other party should show respect and never annoy the powerful master who was beyond legend.
The latter raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. The Doctor Strange of this universe seemed to be more in awe of the Sorcerer Supreme.
The one in the movie universe didn't seem to feel the same way. As if forcibly ordained, he had a reluctant feeling all over his body.
"Strange, I heard that you want to participate in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle this time?"
Entering the door, they saw an old man with white eyebrows, beard, thin cheeks, and sunken eyes lying on his side on the bed inside..
That was Master Ancient One.
It was a far cry from the gender-neutral face seen in the movie universe.
Of course, it was more in line with the image of 'supreme' in the public's eyes.
"Didn't you suggest that I should sign up?"
Strange stared wide-eyed and confused.
Just a few days ago, the Sorcerer Supreme was blindsided by Kaecilius, a traitor, and was seriously injured, which happened to be discovered by him.
As a doctor, Strange took the lead in emergency rescue, which prevented the situation from worsening.
The next day, Sorcerer Supreme woke up and said that to thank him for saving his life, he was specially allowed to choose one item from the New York Sanctum collection room as a reward.
Strange would have liked to choose something like a chain shackle, axe, crystal ball, which could enhance combat power and give him a sense of security.
Unexpectedly, a red cloak flew out from somewhere, and as if it wanted to follow him, it fixed itself on his body.
In desperation, Strange had to choose the 'Cloak of Levitation' as a reward.
Later, the Sorcerer Supreme had a long talk with him.
The content could be summarized as 'the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility', 'the task of saving the world and maintaining peace is left to you', and other such pep talks.
When he heard the Sorcerer Supreme say that he was dying, hand hinted, intentionally or unintentionally, that Strange might be the one and only magical genius who could take on the big responsibility.
Strange was moved.
He was so enthusiastic that he volunteered to take part in the Trial of the Vishanti and became a contender for the position of Sorcerer Supreme.
If Luke knew the ins and outs, he would certainly laugh at the Ancient One's ability to write a script.
If he were to switch with Strange from the movie universe, the guy wouldn't take the bait.
"Yes, yes. I am confident that I can shoulder this responsibility."
Strange replied feebly.
He was driven to do things beyond his ability, and he didn't even have the slightest preparation.
"Very well. Strange, I was right about you. The moment you stepped through the doors of Kamar Taj, I knew that you were the one I was waiting for."
The Ancient One coughed twice and spoke in an aging voice.
This was spoken from the bottom of his heart, and there was no falsehood.
"The man standing next to you ... who is he?"
Then, the Ancient One looked at Luke, who was standing behind Strange in silence.
"He is my contractor. There are only seven candidates for the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, and everyone could summon an 'emissary' to cooperate with each other by contract."
Strange bowed his head and answered.
One high-ranking master, in the face of those talented people, was certainly not enough to face them.
But he didn't have a better choice. Mordo was recognized by three legendary masters and drew on a powerful force.
That's because he had outstanding qualifications, had been with the Sorcerer Supreme for nearly 50 years and accumulated a deep foundation.
"He is the ... contractor you selected."
The Ancient One stared at the tall figure, and the white eyebrows that had been wrinkled slowly stretched out.
"Strange, you're lucky!"
Luke stepped forward, stood side by side with Strange, and whispered, "I am willing to help in ... letting him win this battle."
"What are you talking about?"
The Ancient One hadn't responded yet, but Strange couldn't help but ask first.
He didn't know Luke's identity, let alone what kind of contractor he had summoned.
If Superman were considered as a stand-in emissary, then the panel value representing his strength would be about five infinite symbols.
Unfortunately, Strange didn't realize this. He just regarded Luke as a high-ranking human master.
Therefore, facing those who may be competitors, Strange's biggest goal at this stage was to get the chance to enter the battle.
Then, help Mordo as much as possible -- after all, they were all acquaintances.
Successfully win the position of Sorcerer Supreme!
"Strange, step down."
The Ancient One waved his hand to indicate that the other party could leave.
"Mister Guest, will you stay and talk to me for a while?"
Luke ignored Strange's shocked eyes and nodded, "It would be my pleasure."
When the door behind him was closed, the Ancient One said, "I have never seen such a young Allfather in my life."
"Sir, who are you? Why help Strange?"
Luke slightly smiled and told Sorcerer Supreme about some of his own experiences, such as trans-universe transmissions, finding his way home, and so on.
After a long while, the Ancient One slowly said, "Well, since you know me in another universe and know Strange's fate, then this Sorcerer Supreme Battle will be handed over to you."
"It's just that, what would the price be? What do you want from Kamar Taj?"
This seemingly old man, who looked dying, had a straight back and a very different momentum from before.
'I knew it ... it was all fake. '
Luke lamented.
The Sorcerer Supreme wasn't as fragile as porcelain, and he wasn't someone easily injured to the point of being seriously wounded and difficult to heal.
All this was obviously an act!
In order to trick Strange into taking the bait, he had deliberately set up a trap!
"I need the coordinates of this universe, so I can continue to the next stop."
Luke replied.
Secret data, in exchange for an Allfather level fighter.
There was no downside to this deal!
Straightforward and bloody!
"There is no problem with this ..."
The Ancient One contemplated for a moment and nodded in agreement.
It didn't matter whether everything Luke said was true or not.
The cosmic coordinates, even if he knew it, wouldn't cause any harm.
On the contrary, the help provided by the other party could ensure Strange's success in reaching the Sorcerer Supreme's position.
That's the key!
The Ancient One took a fancy to Strange after numerous rounds of selections.
But in the end, if he didn't win the battle and passed the Trial of the Vishanti, the wonderful script that he had painstakingly written would be a waste of time.
After all, the Vishanti didn't care about that.
They were high above, overlooking the multi-dimensional realms, focusing on the more magnificent picture of the universe.
To the Vishanti, the position of Sorcerer Supreme, whether Strange sat on it or not, it was all the same.
In another universe, Iron Man -- Tony Stark was the Sorcerer Supreme.
Even Thor's good brother Loki almost sat in that position.
"That's settled. Happy collaboration, Master Ancient One."
Luke laughed with satisfaction.
"By the way, how would you have helped Strange if I wasn't here?"
Before leaving, he seemed to have suddenly remembered and raised this question with a curious face.
"There are many ways. The Book of the Vishanti, the Cloak of Levitation, and several decades and hundreds of years of immersive training are enough to make Strange a qualified Sorcerer Supreme."
The Ancient One smiled calmly.
An emerald light flashed on his chest.
That was the Eye of Agamotto.
It was also the Time Stone.
'Sure enough, no matter how hard you try, you can't compare with the default. '
Luke shook his head.
He pushed open the door, and the sun shone in, making his tall figure even more imposing.
The Sorcerer Supreme Battle!
Countdown!
Start!
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Strange woke up from his sleep in the living quarters of Kamar Taj.
"Are you up?"
Before he could open his sleepy eyes completely, a smiling voice abruptly sounded.
"Motherfucker!"
Strange was startled and subconsciously shrank to the bed corner, leaning back against the wall, making a defensive posture.
He had been living alone all the time, so he was caught off guard to hear someone else's voice and inevitably overreacted.
"Listen, Strange, a timid person, can't be the Sorcerer Supreme. "
The man said jokingly.
"How long have you been sitting here?" .
Following the voice, Strange discovered that it was his contractor, the high-ranking master who claimed to be [Superman].
He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the sky outside the window, and the sky was still grey. So he didn't wake up too late.
"Only 20 minutes, Kamar Taj's breakfast tastes good. Although it's a little light, we shouldn't eat too much fish and meat every day. Try a little porridge, it's good. "
Luke put down the [Encyclopedia of Magic, and revealing his young face, he smiled, "The Sorcerer Supreme Battle is about to begin. With all due respect, Master Strange, you can't even get tickets to enter the stadium with your current strength. "
"It's no wonder that the rest of Kamar Taj doesn't think too highly of you since your Mordo is up all night, doing hard work, while you're in bed sleeping. "
Strange hung his head and was a little depressed when he heard the words of his own contractor.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I never wanted to be the Sorcerer Supreme. I just ... held the mindset of trying. "
"Moreover, I heard Wong say that the Sorcerer Supreme was able to make a request to the Vishanti. "
"I want to heal my hands ..."
Luke raised his eyebrows without making a sound.
No matter in which universe, Strange's hands had never been truly cured.
"Next time you enter someone else's bedroom, remember to knock. "
Strange stepped out of bed with a low mood. The red cloak hanging on the coat rack automatically flew over with a wave of his hand.
This was the only magic item he possessed, a flexible cloak that seemed to have a consciousness of its own.
It was far from enough compared with Mordo's Staff of the Living Tribunal, Jarnbjorn, and other sharp tools.
"Yesterday, the Sorcerer Supreme asked you to stay behind. Do you have any secrets to tell?"
Strange shuffled around and asked curiously.
He felt that Luke's identity was becoming more and more mysterious, unlike an ordinary high-ranking master.
"Just an ordinary chat. "
Luke kept it a secret and didn't let Strange know that he was the chosen one.
What if this guy became arrogant, which consequently changed the result of the Sorcerer Supreme Battle. What would he do then?
Doctor Strange had always had a history of this- sometimes reliable, sometimes not.
Especially after joining the Illuminati, together with Iron Man, became the driving force of the Earth's destruction.
It had led to all kinds of big events!
"You're not one of the famous masters in history, are you?"
Strange didn't believe it but guessed.
Originally, he was only looking for Kamar Taj to heal his hands and return to normal life.
But after seeing the wonders of the magic hall and the vastness of the dimensional world.
Instead of wanting to return to the world, he gradually became absorbed in various techniques and new knowledge.
In this respect, Strange was different from the one in the movie universe.
He was more active and willing to take responsibility.
"I have promised Master Ancient One to help you win this battle. "
With a serious face, Luke lightly said, "So, Master Strange, you have to get in the spirit and prepare for the next training. "
"Training?"
A touch of surprise appeared on Strange's face. He was already considered diligent and hardworking among Kamar Taj's hardworking masters.
Apart from 3 to 4 hours of meditation lessons every day, he also went to the library to study all kinds of white magic, as well as to practice fighting and martial arts.
At the craziest stage, Strange didn't even have time to sleep.
When his body went to sleep, his astral projection would come out of its shell and continue to read -- this was actually a test of mental power, and it also proved that he did have extraordinary talent.
Compared with Mordo and Kaecilius, Strange just lacked time.
If this Sorcerer Supreme Battle hadn't come so early, perhaps he would have been more confident and had a calmer attitude.
"Are you going to teach me a stronger spell? Or is there a quick method?"
Hearing that Luke was going to give him special training, Strange couldn't help but be bright-eyed.
In his opinion, any high-ranking master would have a unique secret technique in their hands.
For example, Mordo.
As a great disciple of the Ancient One, he wasn't only proficient in the white magic from the Book of Vishanti but also good at summoning and dark magic.
In terms of fighting power, there weren't many in Kamar Taj who could be his opponent.
"I think the Ancient One told you that when you stepped into Kamar Taj. "
Luke shook his head. Strange was not like him, having the readymade Superdemon card. The possibility of him starting in 3 days and graduating in 5 days was too low.
"When you face an opponent and want to punch him, the harder you punch, the more you will hurt yourself. "
"Like an ordinary punch, it would bring physical pain to the wielder. So, what is the cost of releasing a spell?"
"These words should be familiar to you, right?"
Strange nodded as he learned his first attack spell, Crimson Bands of Cyttorak.
The Ancient One didn't specifically remind him that there would be a price for casting spells.
Therefore, Strange practiced and used it repeatedly without scruple.
After a week, he began to vomit like crazy, vomiting out the food he had eaten, the remnants of his digestion, and even his stomach juices.
For two whole days, Strange could not eat normally and had to lie down by the toilet to easily deal with the urge to vomit whenever and wherever it arose.
This was the heavy price of overcasting!
A memorable lesson!
"So, there is no quick way to the path of being a master. "
Luke quietly said.
"Unless you want to sell your soul to Mephisto and Dormammu, you can only do it honestly, one step at a time. "
Strange skimmed his lips with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
As a medical school graduate and a representative of the elite class, he was actually more accustomed to taking shortcuts.
"Then how long did it take you to become a high-ranking master?"
Strange asked casually.
"5 days. "
Luke answered.
"..."
'And this wasn't a shortcut?'
'Could it be that fast?'
Strange's eyes widened with a shocked expression of 'you must be joking'.
"Cough cough, I'm ... special. "
Luke seemed to be a little embarrassed. He couldn't help it; who made him so good at it?
"However, I have other ways for you to win the battle. "
To change the subject, Luke threw out some very attractive bargaining chips.
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An hour later.
Knock, knock! Knock, knock!
Heavy footsteps sounded in the square.
The ground shook, and the stone bricks cracked as if a giant elephant had stepped on them.
"Are you sure this will allow me to get tickets to enter the arena and become a Sorcerer Supreme candidate?"
Strange said in a jarring voice.
His whole body was wrapped in heavy armor, from head to toe, without leaving anything exposed.
Both hands carried a huge square shield, as thick as a wall, enough to cover his whole body.
"Of course. This can effectively improve your survival rate to avoid being eliminated by your opponent at the beginning. "
Luke nodded and spoke seriously.
As a qualified master, of course, it was necessary to add life, endurance, and defense.
As for spells, at most, it was enough to cast holy light.
"But with this solid heavy armor, it's hard for me to move, so I can't even cast spells fast enough to join the battle!"
Strange panted heavily as he struggled.
He hadn't reached the level of Berserker, and he wasn't tall nor sturdy.
To sum up, his physique was slightly insufficient.
It wasn't easy for him to hold up this heavy armor.
"Battle? You're a rookie who isn't even a high-ranking master, and you still want to join the crowd?"
Luke asked back, pretending to be surprised.
"Master Strange, it seems that your understanding of yourself is still lacking. "
"Remember! The only thing you have to do is to ensure that you live and not get kicked out. "
"Because if the candidate fails, the contractor loses the qualification to continue fighting. "
Luke didn't make Strange wear heavy armor and carry a shield with both hands, out of teasing or joking.
In his view, the other party just needed to hide behind him silently and wait for the winning result.
As for other aspects?
Superman could solve any problems, smash all obstacles and defeat all the enemies.
In the face of candidates who may appear in the battle, those legendary masters and hell creatures, Strange wasn't their opponent.
Luke wanted to add attribute points to life, endurance, and defense to ensure that he could survive.
Otherwise, no matter how strong Superman was...
As long as Strange was eliminated, he would lose the qualification to continue fighting.
"Starting today, you have to do 100 push-ups, 100 squats, 100 sit-ups, and run 10 kilometers every day. "
Luke spoke seriously.
"And with this heavy armor on! Just keep training like that!"
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"Hurry up! Strange, don't dawdle!"
The sky was radiant with misty light, and a loud voice rang in Kamar Taj.
"Wong, pour a glass of lemonade for this pussy who is even weaker than your 80-year-old grandmother and doesn't look like a master at all."
Luke, Thor, and Rocket Raccoon, as well as Wong, the master who was responsible for making breakfast, were sitting on the wooden balcony, dominating the high ground.
Below was the winding mountain trail, where Strange, who was wearing heavy armor, ran up with thumping sounds. .
His chest was like a bellows, making wheezing and gasping sounds.
Reaching his destination wasn't easy. His legs were already weak, unstable, almost rolling down.
"Water! Give me... a sip!"
Strange lifted his visor, his throat burning.
Wong thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made cake.
"Master Strange, your body is a bit weak. You've only run 5 kilometers."
Thor was picking his teeth and making sarcastic remarks.
Even when he came to another universe, his daily life didn't change much.
Kamar Taj's WiFi speed was good, and playing games online was no problem.
"I am a master, not a berserker ..."
Strange retorted.
He believed that the training Luke had imposed on him was of little use.
The masters of the Kamar Taj would indeed practice martial arts to enhance their ability to fight in close quarters.
But in the end, spells and magic were the most basic and most important part.
What's the point of doing 100 push-ups and squats and high-intensity physical training every day?
"It looks like it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Master Strange."
Luke wiped his mouth clean and whispered, "Throw all your attacking spells at me."
'What?'
Strange was stunned, wondering if he had heard wrong.
It was the first time he had ever heard someone make such a request. What was the difference between this and suicide?
"Are you sure?"
Strange asked hesitantly.
Even high-ranking masters, without any protection, would have a hard time against a few attack spells. Even if they didn't die, they would be severely wounded.
"Abandon your inner doubts, don't be a pussy. Don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward at heart?"
Luke kept stimulating his opponent's emotions and laughed lightly, "Strange, with all due respect, your understanding of 'close combat masters' is too one-sided and shallow, and you know nothing about true power."
"Oh, is that so? In the name of Hoggoth, Oshtur, and Agamotto, I call for the divine light of Vishanti to condense the holy sword!"
Strange pressed his lips tightly and said no more.
Sparks of magic erupted and quickly transformed into a long sword, which he held in his hand.
"Wong, be my witness. He asked for this!"
Strange held the sacred sword in his hand and slashed it down on his head.
Although he was wearing heavy armor, his movement was difficult, but he didn't move any slower.
The red sword cut through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.
Crack!
Like fragile porcelain hitting hard steel.
It instantly cracked and shattered.
"This ... Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!"
With an 'unbeliever' look, Strange cast another spell.
The tough chains, which emitted a deep red glow, firmly wrapped around Luke, who was standing still, and then tightened up.
"Are you tickling me, Strange?"
Luke simply moved his arms, causing one of the crimson chains bound to his body to break and turn into fragments.
Strange was astounded; he didn't feel the slightest aura of magic.
That was to say, Superman, by virtue of his extraordinary physique, was able to resist layers of attacks.
"That's impossible ..."
Strange couldn't believe it. The power of magic wasn't enough to even wound a human being?
"I understand how you feel, but that's just the way it is. It's important to train your mind, learn spells, and build up your magic power."
Luke earnestly taught him.
"However, a strong body and persistent exercise are also crucial."
"If you want to be a high-ranking master, you must have extraordinary strength. Otherwise, how could you withstand the cost of casting spells?"
Strange was quite touched, and after a moment of contemplation, he nodded and said, "I see. I'm going to run!"
Knock, knock! Knock, knock!
Heavy footsteps sounded again.
Strange, who was exhausted, only felt his body was full of strength.
He started running against the rising sun.
"What you just said ... was that the truth?"
Looking at Strange's back disappearing into the mountain trail, Thor curiously asked.
"I only told him about my own experience. Whether it works or not, Strange needs to put it into practice himself."
Luke grimaced and replied vaguely.
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New York City, Downtown.
Wearing a yellow robe, Kaecilius walked into a dark alley.
He didn't bring his entourage and was alone.
At the deep end of the alley, there was a wall.
The hand with the ring slowly moved, and magical sparks jumped out, forming a circle.
Kaecilius walked in expressionlessly, and a lively atmosphere poured in.
The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and a certain odd scent, was somewhat suffocating.
This was a bar.
Inside, it was like Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests.
Some of them were dressed in medieval court costumes, wearing brightly colored, intricately patterned long dresses, sitting in the corner.
Some of them look like indigenous people from the tropical rainforest, wearing collars made of animal teeth and their faces painted.
There were both gentlemen in western suits and monks in vintage robes.
This was the [Bar With No Doors].
As the name implied, it had no entrance or exits.
So, those guests who could sit at the table and drink and chat...
They were not ordinary people but masters from all over the world.
"One tequila, one deal."
Kaecilius walked to the bar like no one was watching, ignoring those complicated eyes that were either stunned or vigilant.
However, he had recently been the man of the hour, a defector from Kamar Taj, the fallen master who defected to Dormammu.
Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he tried to assassinate the Sorcerer Supreme and injured him.
This completely stirred up the magical world. From the demons in hell down to the holy spirits in heaven, everyone heard about it.
The coming Sorcerer Supreme Battle had touched the nerves of all those in the know.
In any case, the name Kaecilius had spread.
He represented endless trouble, as the Masters of the Mystic Arts had launched a siege and a hunt.
He also represented a powerful force because everyone knew that there was a dimensional demon standing behind him.
"Sorry, I don't deal in this kind of business."
The bartender was an old man wearing a bowler hat, vest, and white shirt.
"This tequila is on me. Drink up and get out."
Kaecilius wasn't surprised. He took a sip of the liquor and whispered, "Monako, you're the famous 'Prince of Magic', but you're also afraid of the Temple of the Three?"
The old man named 'Monako', who was once a powerful master, was active in World War II and fought against the evil witches of the Axis Powers.
Later, he opened a bar and entered a life of retirement.
"Oh, don't use such tricks."
Monako sneered and wiped the bar table.
"Of course, I'm afraid of the Temple of the Three, which symbolizes absolute order, the commandment that cannot be violated."
"Even Mephisto, the old man, was afraid of the Sorcerer Supreme, and even the demon gods hidden in the dimensions were banished."
"So, why can't an old man like me be afraid?"
After a moment of silence, Kaecilius pulled out a dozen gold coins from his pocket and tossed them onto the bar.
The tinkling sound was quite pleasant to hear.
"Ha, how generous! With a new master, you've become generous."
Monako recognized them at first glance. Those were Aztec's cursed gold coins.
It was said that the resentful souls of the dead were attached to them, and any violation of the oath would result in a curse.
Once, a gang of pirates looted merchant ships and got a box of such gold coins.
As a result, they became immortal. They were always hungry and never satisfied.
To a master, this was a precious collection item and a medium for casting spells.
"Again, I don't deal in this kind of business."
Monako just glanced at them and withdrew his eyes.
"I know what you want to ask, Kaecilius."
"A defector from Kamar Taj wants to take part in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle."
"Aren't you afraid of being killed on the spot?"
Kaecilius's expression remained unchanged. His body leaned forward, and his voice lowered, "Monako, I have a spell on a page from the 'Darkhold' in my hands. If you insist on not doing business, I will take it out and place it on the bar."
"You should know very well how attractive Chthon's dark spells really are to the people in this bar."
"If they get into a fight, I'm afraid your bar will have to be redecorated."
Monako's face was clouded for a moment, then he gave Kaecilius a stern look and said, "You win, you damned bastard!"
"Add four more gold coins, and I'll give you the list of people who are interested in participating in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle!"
Kaecilius slightly nodded his head and whispered, "Deal."
A few minutes later, he emerged from the wall of the dark alley again with a list written in cipher in his hand.
"Mordo, Doctor Voodoo, Magik, Loki ... Stephen Strange?"
Kaecilius snickered. The guy at the end of the list, was this a joke?
A low-ranking rookie who had only been in Kamar Taj for two years also wanted to win the Sorcerer Supreme's position?
"Such ignorance."
With a flick of Kaecilius's hand, the list burst into flames and burned to ashes.
In his opinion, only a few people could pose a threat to him.
For example, his old friend Mordo!
"I hope you don't run into me, or else ..."
Kaecilius chuckled twice, slipped on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.
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