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Soon after Kaecilius left the [Bar With No Doors, the Sorcerer Supreme was choosing his successor- this news spread all over the magic world as if it had wings.
This was equivalent to the CEO of the world's top company preparing to retire, not looking for suitable people from the management, but openly recruiting outside.
For a while, it was a sensation.
Whether it was true or not, its allure alone was enough to make people go crazy.
However, all the masters who knew a little about the magical world and had heard of Temple of the Three and Kamar Taj were eager to try, as if they saw an unprecedented precious opportunity. .
Regardless of ability or qualification.
It wouldn't hurt to try anyway, so most people were looking forward to the beginning of the Sorcerer Supreme Battle with the mentality of 'what if they are chosen'.
It was like buying a lottery ticket. Before the lottery, no one could be completely sure that they would or wouldn't win.
For outsiders, who didn't know the inside story and had no ability to manipulate, they were like the poor cat in Schrodinger's box, always in an unknowing state.
So, when the news was detonated, even those third-rate masters who were at the bottom, and had only learned some gypsy divination tricks, relied on third-rate tricks to pretend to be mysterious, were all rubbing their hands.
It seemed like they couldn't wait to show their talents, get the approval of the Vishanti, become the Sorcerer Supreme, and reach the pinnacle of life...
Recently, the best-selling public magic book was no longer the 'Master's Study Guide: Three Years of Getting Started, Five Years of Success', 'How is a Master Made', 'The Master, the Devil and the Dregs', and so on, bestseller books that were more oriented to stories.
Instead, it became 'Summoning Ceremony: A Story About Mephisto and Me', 'Do it Yourself Witchcraft', 'Deal with the Devil, One Hundred Things to Note'.
These titles looked impressive, but most of them were books with little substance.
What they all had in common were gimmicks of 'quick success' and 'shortcuts'.
As long as one read it, one would be able to beat the dimensional demon and become legendary within a week.
Unfortunately, as Luke said, there were no quick shortcuts to the road of becoming a master -- he couldn't be counted in the results.
Those guys who always wanted to ascend to the top would often end up as easy targets for professional deceivers that would harvest their souls -- the Devil.
Of course, there were also the very few that got lucky, the one in a million as a chosen one.
For example, Dormammu from the Dark Dimension.
This guy used to be a nameless master, accidentally discovering the Dark Dimension.
By chance, he became the ruler.
This past was passed on to a large group of masters who were eager to venture into strange dimensional worlds while greatly enriching the recipes and appetites of creatures from other dimensions.
In a word, the Sorcerer Supreme Battle was about to start.
As soon as this amazing news was released, it attracted a lot of attention and enthusiasm.
Many planets outside earth had received the news. They opened bets, gambled, waited, and analyzed the finalists...
All kinds of busybodies came out to join in the fun and participated in the event in different ways.
As the focus of public attention, Kamar Taj remained silent as always, neither making a statement nor taking any actions.
"Wong, do you have any tips for hair growth? I feel like my hair is falling out too quickly these days."
Strange scratched the back of his head. His fingers were entwined with strands of sparse hair.
As a physician, he believed that he had a healthy lifestyle, ate well, and never stayed up late.
He slept 8 hours a day and exercised actively, and his family had no history of baldness or thinning hair.
He couldn't lose so much hair!
Was it because of the recent stress?
"If I had, would I look like this?"
Wong felt offended and sullenly said so.
His shiny bald head was very conspicuous in the sun.
"I just thought Easterners might have some unusual but effective tips for everything."
Strange said with a smile.
He was worried about himself. When someone reached middle age, their smart brain would open up -- hence the ancient Greek 'bald in the middle' hairstyle.
Wouldn't it be very damaging to his image?
Before coming to Kamar Taj that year, Strange was at least a low-grade version of Tony Stark, an unruly prodigal son.
If he became bald, he could only become a monk in this life.
"I suggest you ask ... Superman. He knows everything and could even joke and laugh with the Ancient One."
Wong looked at Strange, who was clad in heavy armor and looked like he was already impressed by Luke.
After nearly a week of arduous training, Strange, who was originally a bit thin, had become sturdier, with a mountain of strong muscles bulging from his arms.
In appearance, he looked like an Asgardian berserker.
Just two days ago, in the daily training class of Kamar Taj, Strange defeated a mid-rank master with his bare hands and fell to the ground.
And the several spells from the other party didn't penetrate the defense of that special heavy armor.
Such achievements undoubtedly gave Strange great confidence and motivated him to continue to run wildly on the unknown path of becoming a 'close combat master'.
It also showed that Superman's training was really effective.
"What? Hair loss?"
A few minutes later, Luke, who was staying in the room and playing online games with Thor, was a little surprised.
He glanced at Strange in front of him and thought to himself, 'Could it be? Would he really become a one-punch master?'
"Ahem, that... Stephen, have you ever read the Old Testament?"
Feeling Strange's blazing eyes, Luke cleared his throat and asked.
"Uh, no. I'm not a religious person, and I don't know much about the related knowledge."
Strange shook his head. He used to believe in Franklin, in other words 'money'. But now, he believed in the Trinity of Vishanti.
Neither one of them had anything to do with God.
"There is an account in the Old Testament of Elisha, who was a Hebrew prophet."
"One day, as he was walking along the road, a group of mischievous children laughed at his baldness."
"So, Elisha cursed the children in the name of Yahweh, and suddenly, two female bears came out of the woods and killed the children."
"Tell me, Stephen, what have you learned from this story?"
Hearing the question, Strange first looked confused and puzzled.
And then, thinking carefully, it seemed to dawn on him.
"Are you trying to say that insulting someone is a sin and would be punished?"
He replied.
"Wrong. I am trying to say that Elisha was ridiculed by the children for being bald, but the Lord didn't solve the problem of his baldness, but solved the mockers."
Luke spoke with a straight face and a serious interpretation.
"This proves that even an omniscient and omnipotent Lord couldn't solve baldness."
"..."
Strange was speechless.
"I'm not bald yet."
He said in a muffled voice.
Luke glanced at the thinning hair and spoke in a sympathetic tone, "Strange, it's only a matter of time."
"Then what should I do?"
Strange suddenly panicked.
When people reach middle age, aging and hair loss were two inevitable sufferings.
"Well, if you can't stop it, then try to accept."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and encouraged, "Baldness is a symbol of the strong. Let me ask you something Strange, does Master Ancient One have hair?"
The latter shook his head.
"Did the first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto have hair?"
The latter continued to shake his head.
"That's right. Anyone who wants to become the Sorcerer Supreme must pay a painful price. Perhaps, hair is one of them."
Seeing Luke say so with conviction, Strange was partially convinced.
On the one hand, reason told him that being the Sorcerer Supreme might have nothing to do with whether they were bald or not.
But on the other hand, thinking about the previous two Sorcerer Supremes and then considering his own hair loss, his heart was faintly looking forward to it.
What if this was some kind of revelation?
Master Ancient One once said that he was a destined person.
Could it be that he was suffering from the trials of the path toward being the Sorcerer Supreme?
"Stephen, put aside your worries about baldness, and let's go to New York."
Luke patted the other on the shoulder, ignoring the guy who had abandoned medical fixes and his tangled mentality.
"The first tournament will begin in two days."
"We should go to the battlefield and get ready."
Strange paused and asked, "New York?"
"That's right."
Luke's mouth picked up a slight curve. He smiled lightly, "Congratulations, Stephen, back to the original starting point."
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New York has always been a big city with many disasters.
Compared with it, except Washington, D.C., where the White House was located, there was probably only Tokyo in Japan.
Even without the great invasion of the Chitauri in the movie universe.
This world's New York had still experienced many world-class catastrophes.
For example, World War Hulk a few years ago.
Almost making the Avengers move out of the nest. They managed to subdue the angry and irrational Hulk and prevent the catastrophe in the real estate and insurance industries. .
Another example is the civil war that took place even further back -- this one was between Iron Man and Captain Marvel.
The two clashed and fought, nearly flattening Manhattan.
It was a usual day, no need to say more.
Hell's Kitchen street heroes, gangster clashes.
Spider-Man's old rival, Doctor Octopus, Green Goblin, Venom, and everybody else in the Sinister Six.
And so on.
Compared with the studio next door, the city was different, and the style was different.
In Marvel Comics, superheroes and villains were like migrant workers who flocked to the big city, all settling down in New York.
As for the different 'Civil War', Iron Man and Captain Marvel -- although in the movie universe, Tony Stark was the soul of the Avengers, with Captain America as the core.
However, in the comic book world, he was actually a trouble-making machine, competing with Reed Richards.
He did all kinds of things to trigger big events.
It was precisely this which later led to his 'Civil War' with Captain Marvel.
Later, it proved that Iron Man's anti-XX series armor was useless and was directly smashed by Carol, who didn't hold back her punches.
Tony Stark himself was severely wounded and reduced to a vegetative state. With only his mind data uploaded to the network, he became an Ultron-like AI existence.
All these were very different storylines from the movie universe.
To sum up, New York citizens gradually became numb to flying superheroes or villains and criminals who wanted to wreak havoc.
They weren't surprised anymore. At most, they would scream in a practiced manner and find a safe place to hide.
Just like now, there were a bunch of guys dressed strangely, appearing in the streets.
New Yorkers were oblivious. It was rush hour, and everyone was in a hurry to clock in.
Only young students would take out their cell phones to take videos and post them on social media to gain a wave of likes and attention.
"I thought there would be a crowd around me. I didn't expect everyone to behave normally."
Strange had some regrets. He used to wear a suit and a white coat, but now he wore a traditional robe every day, like an ascetic monk.
Originally, he thought this unusual and strange outfit would attract the attention of passers-by, but he was disappointed.
"This is the post-superhero era. The Avengers are now veterans and have exited the stage."
Luke looked at the bustling modern New York and smiled lightly, "Currently, the second-generation superheroes are the most active. Hawkeye's daughter, the second-generation Vision, the third-generation Ant-Man, and so on. The heroes of the new generation, they are the idols of young people, today's mainstream."
Strange paused. He didn't expect that he had been away from the world for only two years, and the outside world had been turned upside down.
"How do you know?"
He asked in confusion.
"Kamar Taj isn't isolated from the rest of the world. The WiFi network in my room is quite fast. They can be found on Google, and there are all kinds of superhero personal websites, superhero exclusive entries, and so on."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and said so.
He and Strange were both fresh faces.
Among the people here, only two were relatively active, Thor and Rocket Raccoon.
One was an Avengers, a superhero.
The other one was a talking pet, an alien creature.
Both of them made a strong appeal to those passing by.
"I didn't expect Jane and I would break up in this world."
Thor sighed.
He thought of the gossip he had read on Thor's personal website.
'Why can't I be happy with my girlfriend in any universe?'
"There are 2 points in that. You aren't the Thor of this universe. Even though you are called Thor, if you run to Ms. Jane Foster at this time, it is still immoral. It's the same as cuckolding yourself."
Luke whispered while walking on the streets of New York.
"Moreover, this time you 'dumped' Ms. Foster, and you were entangled with Amora, the enchantress, and Sif from Asgard -- in a nutshell, you're the scumbag."
Thor couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this.
It's really enviable. Getting three at once ... Disdainful!
He coughed twice and changed the subject, "Where are we going?"
"Bar With No Doors."
Luke answered.
"We need to collect some intelligence about our opponents so Strange could make a reasonable defense plan."
He had invariably become the team leader, leading Strange, who should be the protagonist, and Thor and Rocket, who were accompanying the team, to move forward.
Habit was a terrible thing, it would unknowingly make people dependent, and it was difficult to change.
Luke was always able to solve every problem they encountered and answer every doubtful question, like an all-purpose encyclopedia.
Things continued like this, and with repetition, implicit authority was gradually established.
"Why do I feel like you're the one who is going to take part in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, thinking about all the aspects? "
Strange was somewhat depressed. As a former neurosurgeon, he was once the top in the industry, and he was rather proud.
"That's because you aren't good at socializing, and your popularity is very poor. You're an inexperienced rookie."
Luke faintly replied.
"The Sorcerer Supreme Battle has been held for many years and has even become a lively event in many dimensions across the universe."
"This little rabbit has logged into the 'All-Star' forum founded by the Grandmaster and has collected all the data and information from the past events."
"First of all. In this battle, there is no threshold to participate; either a creature from hell or a fallen master, anyone can participate. No one is excluded."
"Secondly, there are three events."
"Eight candidates will be selected in the entry round and will then advance to the final round to be qualified to meet the Vishanti."
"Finally, the final round will be held to choose the sole winner."
"The most mysterious one is the Trial of the Vishanti. It has a different theme every time."
"But no one told you about this. Wong rarely surfed the Internet and didn't understand it."
Strange was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect Superman to be so prepared.
"The Vishanti ... had selected the many Sorcerer Supremes before?"
He subconsciously asked.
"No. This battle isn't for selecting the Sorcerer Supreme, but a test."
Luke walked to a wall that had a half-covered poster on it.
He conveniently pulled out a Sling Ring to form a transmission portal.
"Being the Sorcerer Supreme means you can't rest on your laurels. The Vishanti will regularly examine the person sitting in that position. If someone could replace them, then ... that person's title and identity would be taken away."
When Strange heard the answer, his heart thumped.
This meant that the company would conduct annual performance appraisals, and the unqualified staff would be dismissed.
He didn't realize that the Trinity of Vishanti was also an old capitalist.
Strange's head had just come up to the idea of irreverence, then quickly erased it.
"Bar With No Doors, here it is."
As soon as Luke and others came in, they saw that it was overcrowded. Everyone was either trading magic items or whispering.
Alcohol, tobacco, perfume, marijuana … all kinds of smells were mixed together, making them frown.
"By the way, who has anything of value on them? You know, like valuable antiques or magic items."
Luke managed to find a seat, patted Strange on the shoulder, and motioned to take out his wallet.
"Ah, this ... sorry, I don't have any."
Strange's face flushed with embarrassment. He explained, "You know, although I used to have some financial resources, I have spent all of them on finding a cure. You can say that I'm bankrupt now."
"As for magic items, there's nothing but this cloak."
"Then you should take the cloak out to..."
Pa!
Rocket was straightforward. But before his words were done, he was smacked by Strange's red cloak.
The Cloak of Levitation seemed to have a mind of its own and expressed its dissatisfaction in this way.
"So, you're a poor man?"
Luke bluntly said so.
"And you taking part in that Sorcerer Supreme Battle? No money, no strength, no friends ... Stephen, you'd better go to sleep early like good little boys."
Strange's heart suffocated. He used to wear luxury watches, drive sports cars, and lived in a luxury apartment for the elite class.
Now, he was actually rejected and said to be poor.
"Fine, I'm going to go find some female friends I know over at ..."
Strange gritted his teeth. He used to be a prodigal lover, with good looks, excellent skills. He was quite famous in the female upper-class circle.
'Getting benefits wasn't shameful!'
He thought to himself.
"How long has it been since you've looked in the mirror?"
Luke's face looked odd as if he was holding back a laugh.
"Stephen, please take a look at yourself. You're unshaven, with rough skin and a decadent temperament ... The most important thing is that you are proud of your luck -- don't get me wrong. I mean, your stable hands have been abandoned, and you are no longer the young elite with high income. Do you think they would still value you?"
With one word, critical damage had struck Strange's heart.
He was a charming lover in the eyes of the masses. But after only two years, he had changed from delicious fresh meat to a piece of disgusting old bacon?
"Thor, listen, you're the Prince of Asgard. Why don't you go back to the palace and bring some good stuff out? "
Rocket Raccoon jumped onto Thor's shoulders and came up with a nasty idea.
The latter was unresponsive, and his eyes were fixed on a sultry back near the bar.
"Heh, just now, you said your heart only has Jane, and now... you old hound!"
Rocket Raccoon was quite disgusted, and the new words he learned from the Internet popped out of his mouth.
"What are you talking about?! I just think she looks like ... Loki."
Thor was unmoved, his eyes locked onto the graceful, charming back like nails.
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'Loki?'
Following Thor's gaze, Luke caught a glimpse of a beautiful back.
The wavy long black hair hung down, and the gentle and graceful curve suddenly tightened at the slender waist. Then going down, it became round again, drawing a beautiful shape.
Gently swaying, exuding a charming feeling.
The pair of brown leather boots wrapped around the long, tight legs.
Occasionally, she would turn aside, revealing her side profile. Those slender eyebrows and thin red lips made people feel the urge to capture them.
'A dangerous stunner.' .
Luke silently commented.
She was like a magnet, with powerful attraction.
In addition to making Thor unable to move his eyes, it also turned him into a stalker.
Other men in the bar couldn't help but glance over.
Such charm!
"Is she Loki, your rebellious brother who brought the Chitauri and Thanos to earth and caused the Great War in New York?"
Luke glanced around, took a sip from his glass, and jokingly said, "If Loki was that charming, I don't mind being your brother-in-law."
"But she really looks like him."
Thor scratched his head. He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the back that was leaning near the bar.
"Loki loves green, likes luxurious and exquisite robes and accessories, and only drinks Asgard's Palm Springs wine ..."
The corner of Luke's mouth twitched slightly as he heard the God of Thunder in front of him, listing his brother's habits and hobbies as if they were his own.
Truly Asgard's number one brother!
"She, on the other hand, is drinking Asgard's Palm Springs wine and wearing a green cloak, flamboyant and elegant ... just like Loki."
Thor said to himself.
Since his brother died at the hands of Thanos, he had a heartbreaking period.
Therefore, he would indulge in fast food and games to escape from this cruel reality.
To be honest, Thor, who lost everything, sincerely hoped that his troublemaker brother would still use that last wonderful trick of feigning death and escape like he had when he faced the dark elves before.
Unfortunately, as Thanos said, Loki was really dead.
Luke's snap fingers only brought back people that disappeared, which did not include the God of Mischief.
"Then you go and strike up a conversation, by the way, ask if she could lend you some money. If it's really Loki, I believe she won't refuse her brother's request."
Luke patted Thor on the shoulder and pushed him out of the seat.
"The old bartender has been staring at us for a while, and if we linger on, he would probably come over and drive people out."
Thor was at a loss for words, like a young man without a partner at the prom.
After a few deep breaths, the Prince of Asgard walked towards the back with heavy steps.
His heart had expectations and ... worries.
It would be nice to see his brother Loki again.
But his brother suddenly became a sister, which was a bit ... strange.
"He doesn't seem to have much experience with striking up conversations?"
Strange was somewhat amused; watching people make fools of themselves often lightened up his mood.
"Weak human magician, you must know that Thor is the prince of Asgard. Perhaps on your planet, the King's son needs to initiate a conversation to pick up a girl?"
Rocket looked at Strange, who was ready to eat some popcorn, with contempt.
He had a good relationship with Thor -- although the other party always thought of him as a rabbit or a raccoon.
"Ah, hereditary aristocrats and monarchs is a backward system."
Strange curled his lips. He didn't want to quarrel with a pet.
'If the Loki of this universe is a girl, doesn't that mean that Thor could book a political marriage?' '
Luke leaned against his chair, his thoughts diverging.
Odin originally wanted to put Loki, a descendant of the Frost Giant, together with Thor, so they could cultivate feelings.
Thus, the thousand-year blood feud between Jotunheim and Asgard would be resolved, and a bridge of peace would be established.
Unfortunately, this plan wasn't realized.
Loki's pursuit of power, or his determination to prove himself, led him to oppose Thor.
Later on, he even made a mess, framing his brother and stealing the throne.
But change your mind and assume Loki was a girl.
When she grew up, she could enter an engagement with Thor, starting a political union between Asgard and Jotunheim.
Hiss!
The perfect script!
"I don't know what Thor in this universe is like."
Luke's mouth slightly curled.
He didn't mind attending an Asgardian royal wedding.
It's just ...
Superman thought of another problem.
If Thor in the movie universe had a good impression of Loki in this world, they might come together.
What should he call his other self?
Brother-in-law?
The relationship between men and women in the context of parallel universes was really confusing.
Luke shook his head, collected his thoughts, and waited for Thor's performance.
...
...
"What should I say to start off with, 'Loki, long time no see?' Or... 'Loki, it's so good to see you.' And then give her a hug?"
While getting closer and closer to the bar and the beautiful back, Thor began to panic.
His heart was racing, his palms were sweating, and unconsciously he felt nervous.
It was like the excitement and apprehension he felt on his first date with Jane.
"Hello ..."
"Get lost!"
Before Thor spoke, a burly guy with a beard suddenly pushed him away.
Then, the other party covered the edge of the bar table with both hands and surrounded the beautiful woman, who was drinking alone.
A bush of dark chest hair was exposed, emitting a strong body odor, causing the latter to frown slightly.
"Hey beautiful, have you ever heard of Grand Master Landry of the Upper East Side of New York? He's my uncle."
The burly man, who came out of nowhere, opened his mouth, and the smoky smell of alcohol sprayed out of his face. Coupled with that greasy fat face, it was vomit-inducing.
"Never heard of him."
The woman in the green cloak with a slender waist spoke indifferently. A hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.
"Can you leave me alone? You remind me of a pigsty in the countryside."
The man should be drunk. He was a little sloppy.
His brain was completely controlled by his lower body.
The eyes stared straight at the tall woman as if he couldn't wait to eat the other party up.
"My home is very big, wanna come over and see...?"
"Hey."
A palm pressed on the shoulder of the strong man, followed by an angry voice.
"She told you to stay away, didn't you hear? You stupid pig!"
The dim light of the bar revealed Thor's handsome face.
A cold light flashed in his eyes. He didn't even care about Asgard's royal etiquette and popped out a foul word.
Any brother, seeing his br... sister being harassed, would certainly be angry.
Of course, if it were a brother, that would be fine.
The burly man loosened his hands and turned around. Before he could spit out the smell, an iron fist smashed his face.
Thor slightly retained a trace of reason and didn't hit too hard. Otherwise, he could have directly popped his opponent's brain.
That disgusting burly man, like a broken kite, knocked over a table and fell heavily to the ground.
The bridge of his nose cracked apart. Like an open faucet, his blood flowed, covering his fat distorted face.
A painful groan followed.
"My uncle! Is Grand Master Landry! You're going to die!"
These unintimidating words weren't taken seriously by Thor.
No matter how grand Master Landry is, could he be compared to Odin?
"Thor! How did you..."
The woman who caused the commotion looked surprised and then shook her head, "What's wrong with that eye of yours? No! You're not Thor. How could that guy let someone touch his hair and cut it short? "
She saw the fake eyeball and the different hairstyle and couldn't help but doubt him.
"You're really Loki!"
Thor's reaction was even more surprising. He didn't expect his younger brother would become a … sister.
"Who are you? Say it!"
Somehow a dagger appeared in Loki's hand and pressed against Thor's neck.
"How dare you impersonate that fool, Thor! What have you done with him?"
Sitting in the corner, Luke lamented, 'What a touching scene, brother and sister meeting. Sibling love as deep as the sea.'
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"Loki!"
There was a sharp dagger at Thor's neck, but his heart was touched.
Truly worthy of being his younger bro... no, sister! She cared about him.
But his emotions didn't last long. Loki's next sentence shattered the good feeling.
"Shut up, you fake! You can do anything you want to that fool Thor! But messing with Odin would be a problem!"
Loki's voice was cold, and a hint of annoyance danced in her eyes.
"No matter what you did to Thor, remember to find a knowledgeable master and block Heimdall's sight! And stay away from me, don't get me involved!" .
Was this the legendary relationship between brother and sister?
Give back my feelings!
Thor couldn't help but smile. He didn't think that no matter which universe Loki, they would still be so ... genuine.
"My stupid brother ... sister, Heimdall, wouldn't be watching me. The real Thor should still be in Asgard."
He took a step back. His right hand came out like lightning, squeezing Loki's white wrist and twisting it outward, snatching the enchanted dagger with his free hand.
"Remember, the next time you threaten someone. You have to stare into his eyes so that you can judge his next move."
When the dagger was taken away, Loki didn't panic but only raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.
This was what Thor once said when she was sparring with her.
"Gee, what about this move? "
Loki didn't change her expression, and one long leg lifted upwards.
Right between the legs!
The pain was unbearable!
The bar guests looked at the lively scene. All the men couldn't help but hiss.
This kick was too ruthless!
It hurt to look at!
Thor's face was twisted, and his legs were clamped as if he had suffered an unprecedented blow.
Loki, that bastard, never used this trick when he confronted him before.
"Hey, hey, you two."
Seeing that the scene became more and more chaotic and the disturbance continued to grow, the old bartender had to intervene to stop it.
"Take the mess outside. The Bar With No Doors doesn't welcome troublemakers."
Loki's face showed a touch of impatience, and he whispered, "Where is the news I want? We've been waiting for half an hour. Is it still not ready?"
"Madam, the news you want is quite extraordinary. I have to verify through multiple channels before I can sell it to you."
The old bartender smiled and replied.
"The reputation of the Bar With No Doors has always been guaranteed, and my rule has always been to do business with the right people at the right price."
Loki didn't say anything else and sat back in the high chair at the bar.
She came to the Bar With No Doors with the same intention as Luke.
This was Monako's territory. Being too presumptuous would cause unnecessary trouble.
Although he was now a good-tempered old bartender, he was well-known in the magic world, nicknamed the 'Prince of Magic '.
The fact that he was named 'Prince' shows how powerful he was.
This was just like if an ordinary person called himself 'Sorcerer Supreme'. That would be going too far, and they would be sacked and beaten up.
Without enough strength, how could anyone take up a resounding moniker?
Speaking of Monako, his father, a British missionary, took his family to India and was attacked by a group of primitive natives.
His parents were sacrificed to an evil god as an offering.
As a baby, Monako survived due to its lack of importance.
The tribal chief was a voodoo warlock and knew dark magic.
He discovered Monako's talent, changed his mind, and decided to cultivate him seriously.
The story that happened later was similar to the conventional dog blood nightly soap opera.
Monako learned the truth. On one side were his murdered parents, a deep-seated hatred from infancy.
On the other hand, they were the tribes he grew up with from childhood, nurturing love and inner bond.
Complex intertwined feelings left him unsure of how to choose.
Therefore, young Monako fled his hometown and began a long traveling career.
There were a few things about him that were relatively well-known.
First, he was the legendary sorcerer who eliminated the Axis power's evil witch during World War II and made a great name for himself.
Secondly, Monako loved to raise rabbits and treated them as treasures.
For him, rabbits were a part of life.
Gossip has it that the key reason why Monako hated the evil witch of the Axis was that the bitch ate the rabbits he raised.
Since then, it had been a bloody vendetta, resulting in a great disaster.
Therefore, the rabbit raised by Monako was equivalent to the dog raised by John Wick.
If anyone touched them, they would definitely die miserably.
"Loki, despite your indifferent attitude, I'm still very happy! I'm glad to see you again!"
Thor got up with great difficulty by covering his crotch in a very unpleasant position.
He held the bar with one hand, forcing a smile onto his twisted face.
Loki's beautiful brows slightly frowned.
This silly-looking guy wasn't really her brother, was he?
But when did Thor go crazy?
And a short haircut?
His body looks like he gained a few!
"Are you really Thor? Let me ask you something. When we were eight years old, we had a fight. Why?"
Loki stared at Thor, who looked at him with a foolish face.
"You turned a frog into a cake made by Mother and put it on Sif's dinner plate, scaring her to tears. So, I gave you a hard lesson."
Thor answered without thinking.
"Let me ask you again. What is the most shameful thing in Thor's life that no one else knows? "
The corners of Loki's mouth curled up, and her eyes flashed as if she remembered something interesting.
"Uh, can you ask a different question?"
Thor was a little embarrassed.
"No."
Loki's attitude was firm.
"I wore ... a Valkyrie battle armor, secretly... in private."
Thor hesitated for a long time and spoke in a whisper.
When he was a child, he worshipped the Valkyrie, one of Odin's most powerful legions.
The heroic female warriors once made Thor long for them.
Dressing in women's clothing was naturally an unspeakable past for the Prince of Asgard, who considered himself brave and fearless.
"Are you really Thor!?"
Now it was Loki's turn to be surprised.
She didn't expect that the guy was standing in front of her to be real.
"But how did you ... become like this?"
Loki subconsciously reached out and touched Thor's injured right eye, then quickly withdrew her hand.
"That old bastard Odin, he couldn't have let you fall this far!"
Thor grimaced and said calmly, "It's too long to say. Our sister ... wanted to be the ruler, and to prove who the most suitable one was, we fought."
Loki's eyes widened, her thin lips tightened, and she angrily said, "Odin has an illegitimate daughter ... behind Mother's back?"
Obviously, her thinking was far off the mark.
"It's too complicated to explain overnight."
Thor changed the subject. He was happy to see Loki alive in front of him -- albeit with a change in gender.
"Then why are you ... fat?"
Loki looked down, held out a finger, and poked Thor's slightly bulging belly.
"Cough cough, let's talk about something else -- like, how did you end up here?"
Thor changed the subject again. He didn't want to talk too much about his body. It was normal to eat delicious food every day and gain some weight.
"You learned magic from Mother, and you're an excellent Illusionist, so you could participate in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle. Did you get Father's permission?"
From the conversation between Loki and the old bartender Monako, Thor could probably guess what the former wanted to do.
Because of the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, the bar was booming with business during this period, and there were many customers buying information.
"Humph! It's not your problem! When that old bastard Odin reprimanded me, how come you didn't stand up for me? But now you care about me?! Hypocrite!"
At the mention of Odin, Loki instantly lost her temper.
The original gentle face instantly went cold.
"She ran away from home. This info is free. If you want to know why you can buy my reliable information."
Monako, who was wiping the bar table, gave Loki a look.
"Mind your own business, Monako! You can't get involved in Asgard's affairs!"
The Princess of Asgard threatened.
"Hmm, forget it."
Monako raised his hand in a gesture of surrender.
"I just wanted to do some business, nothing else."
"Did you run away from home?"
Thor grabbed Loki's wrist. What happened to Asgard to make Loki leave the palace and come to Midgard?
"It's none of your business! When I become Sorcerer Supreme, I can … Anyway, I have my own plan!"
Loki shrugged off her older brother, showing an ugly expression.
While the two siblings were at a standstill, Luke stepped in between the two and stood in the middle.
"There's always an answer to any question. It's just a matter of when to answer."
He made a casual remark to lighten the mood and winked at Thor in the process.
"You'd better get down to business."
Thor remembered his original purpose, coughed awkwardly, and whispered softly, "Loki, can you lend me some money?"
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"When you left Asgard, you didn't bring anything of value? Don't you have the currency from Midgard? But you should always have valuable jewelry, or you can pawn your hammer, right?"
Loki sneered with disgust while taking out a small bag of rare gold coins minted by the dwarfs and threw it on the bar table.
She said no, but her body was very honest.
"Thank you, Thor's ... sister, for your generosity."
Luke, who was standing by, laughed a little and whispered to Monako, the bartender, about their order.
By the way, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Loki, who had no pockets or bags all over her body.
Where did the bag of heavy gold coins come from? .
Or do women have a natural talent for hiding things?
"Asgard, Mjölnir ..."
Thor's eyes were a little bleak. In his universe, the great Asgard was gone. There was no such thing as Asgard anymore.
As for his beloved hammer, Mjölnir had long been crushed by his violent older sister Hela.
Thinking about it, Thor felt the urge to get drunk again.
Only by enjoying tons and tons of it could he alleviate his inner sorrow.
"Thank you for your patronage. Please come again."
After business was settled, Monako was smiling.
He always had a good attitude and patience when dealing with rich customers.
Especially generous guests like Loki and her poor brother Thor.
One was rich, the other had the background, and they were all high-quality customers worth pursuing.
The upcoming Sorcerer Supreme Battle would create several times more business for the Bar With No Doors than usual.
This made Monako very happy. After all, raising a rabbit might not cost much.
However, it took a lot of money to keep a wild rabbit farm running properly.
"Why did you come to Midgard? To see your human girlfriend without telling Odin again?"
Loki didn't inquire about the identities of Luke, Strange, and the others. She just angrily looked at Thor in front of her.
When they were in Asgard, he hooked up with Sif and had an affair with the Enchantress, Amora.
Later, he was banished to Midgard by Odin because of his mistakes and fell in love with a human girl.
"No."
Thor spoke vaguely.
He didn't know whether or not to say that he actually came from another universe and was not the same 'Thor' as the one in this universe.
"Oh, you're still a poor liar."
When Loki saw her brother's avoidance, she thought she had guessed correctly and grunted coldly.
She looked up at Thor, who was getting worse and worse. He was poor and fat, but only his silly stupidity remained unchanged.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going first."
Loki waved her hand and continued, "Don't follow me. I had a hard time avoiding Heimdall's sight and escaping from Asgard. Don't ruin my plans!"
Thor frowned slightly and stopped Loki, who was getting up to leave. Like a brother finding his rebellious sister who had run away from home, he sighed, "Go home, Loki."
"The Sorcerer Supreme Battle is dangerous, and those legendary masters, or advocates of the dimensional gods standing behind them, might be involved."
"This is a dangerous game! A game with mortal risk!"
"You shouldn't get involved."
These days, Rocket searched for information on the 'All-Star' forum set up by the Grandmaster and read many posts about the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.
Although it hadn't started yet, the well-known candidates interested in participating right now were Mordo, a great disciple of the Ancient One, the famous Voodoo Doctor, and Mephisto's heirs...
People from all walks of life jumped out one after another, expressing their desire to seize this opportunity to fight for the position of Sorcerer Supreme.
Although Loki was an excellent Master of Illusion and a qualified God of Mischief.
But against the strong in the Sorcerer Supreme battle, that might not be enough.
Asgard's magic system was different from Earth's.
As the leader of the Gods of Asgard, Odin held the unique Draupnir.
Of course, Loki, who wasn't qualified to inherit the throne, didn't get the item.
What she studied was witchcraft and illusion magic that her mother, Frigga, was good at.
"What's wrong with you? You sound just like that old bastard Odin!"
Loki turned her back; she didn't want to pay attention to Thor.
"That... you should maintain due respect for our Father."
Thor wasn't angry but kept talking.
"He is sometimes rather old-fashioned, wanting to establish his own majestic image, but no matter what, you are ..."
Loki was going crazy. She never knew Thor was so naggy.
But strangely enough, she didn't seem to hate it.
At least, he was better than that careless, reckless, and conceited Thor.
"I'm going with Strange to the New York Sanctum. He needs a new outfit."
Luke interrupted Thor, who kept trying to persuade. He had no time or mood to meddle in Asgard's family affairs for the time being.
"You can either follow your sister or go back to Kamar Taj and wait for news."
Thor glanced at Loki and decided to stay with the other party.
Only when something lost was recovered would we know how to cherish it.
He had already lost his dear brother once, and he didn't want to lose his newly met sister again.
"If you have to take part in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, then let me be your contractor."
Thor stared at Luke and others who disappeared at the portal and spoke to Loki.
"I'm a competent fighter, definitely much better than others!"
Loki was a little excited, but when she saw Thor, who had put on a little weight and had a slight belly, she felt suspicious.
Was the combat power of this...thing reliable?
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"Why are we going to the New York Sanctum?"
Strange asked.
He had already gotten first-hand information from the Bar With No Doors.
The next step should be to formulate a relevant battle plan for those competitors.
"I looked at the list of candidates who are interested in participating in the battle, and there are a few dangerous guys besides your acquaintance Mordo."
Luke opened the transmission channel and walked out of the Bar With No Doors.
"You need to change your heavy armor, find a good forging master and improve the magic resistance."
Strange nodded his head. He had accepted that he was a master but had to physically fight at the battle line with full stamina and defense.
Since the last time, when he knocked down a mid-ranked master, Strange seemed to experience the joy of close combat.
"What about Thor? We're going to leave him there?"
Rocket hadn't forgotten his best friend.
"Put away your unnecessary worry. He only has Loki, the haughty and cunning Princess of Asgard, in his eyes right now."
Luke chuckled lightly.
"He won't care about other people and other things."
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"I didn't expect Master Hamir to be so talkative. He was usually very serious and had a stern face as if everyone owed him money."
Strange arrived at the New York Sanctum and, with the excuse of participating in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, proposed to the Sanctum's manager to build a heavy defensive armor with high magic resistance and sufficient strength.
Master Hamill, who was the Master for the New York Sanctum, readily agreed to do so and, unusually, did not mention the cost of materials and labor.
It was important to know that, when the master of a sanctum built equipment, they needed to bring their own materials and pay for forging.
Gifting it away for free was a non-existent thing.
Although the Temple of the Three and Kamar Taj were a big family, their economic strength was actually quite limited.
Master Wong wanted to eat a tuna sandwich, but he had no money to buy it. .
Strange, who became the Sorcerer Supreme, had to worry about what to eat for lunch.
This showed that they were really not well-off.
'Oh, if it weren't for the Ancient One to open the back door for you, he might not even talk to you. '
Luke thought silently.
Strange was a newcomer with no foundation.
He wanted to win the battle for supremacy and become the new Sorcerer Supreme.
The difficulty was probably the same as letting Wong load himself into a cannon and launch himself into the sun while playing the accordion.
The probability was almost zero.
Without Luke's intervention, the Ancient One would have made all sorts of small plans and supported Strange by force.
Such secret black-ops-type movements were no psychological burden on the old man.
As long as he could retire early and end his long stay at work, the Ancient One didn't mind losing a little bit of moral integrity.
Anyway, it wasn't worth much.
"Maybe Master Hamir is a good person with a cold face and warm heart, so he might use the best materials for you and invite the best forging master."
Luke didn't point it out and just echoed his words.
Of course, this was a bit of an oddity to the ears of those in the know.
"The people of Kamar Taj are honest and simple, and the masters who graduated from there are all good people."
Strange believed it and cheerfully said so.
At this time, he didn't realize that he was actually the chosen one, the real protagonist.
Those competitors who worked hard with blood, sweat, and tears for the position of Sorcerer Supreme were just exp for him.
"By the way, do you need any weapons?"
Luke looked at the master blacksmith's design drawings, thinking about preparing a big weapon for Strange.
They already had a shield for defense, and now they needed to add some attack means.
"Berserker Axe, Head-piercing Staves ... all seem to be very violent."
Luke was amazed. The masters in the New York Sanctum were even more fierce than warriors.
Strange scratched his head and asked, "Is there any kind of weapon that's ... relatively easy to carry and powerful?"
"Let me see -- this fits your needs perfectly!"
Luke searched for a while for a drawing and picked out the one he thought was most suitable as a weapon.
"AK47- Beast, exclusive to VVIP players! Not only does it come with special magic-breaking, special armor-breaking bullets, but they can also be hidden in a shield, and when the enemy isn't ready, you'll pull it out and fire a volley of bullets. It will have a miraculous effect!"
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"Remember, when shooting, you must say, 'Master, times have changed', or 'This thing is much better than a wand'."
"This could hit your opponent's morale and raise your fighting spirit."
Strange took the drawing, looked at it seriously for a moment, and hesitantly said, "As a master, isn't using hot weapons too... despicable?"
An automatic rifle with magic damage, this kind of thing was simply the enemy of all masters.
He could imagine how much of a mental impact it would have on his opponent to pull out an AK47-Beast from his shield while they were bombarding each other with spells, with blue fire coming out of the muzzle, blazing away.
"On the battlefield, it's important to be upright and honest, but most people like that don't end up well."
Luke was very earnest, like a life mentor.
"There's a common saying in the East; a general who leads an army in battle will not reject the use of trickery, deceitful strategies, or tactics to overcome his enemies."
"Stephen, you should put down your inner moral shackles and look at things from a higher level."
Strange's expression was serious. Although he didn't quite understand what Luke was talking about at 'a higher level', it should be quite reasonable from the serious tone and sharp eyes of the other party.
Soon, the magic-resistant armor and an enchanted version of the AK47-Beast were successfully ordered.
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A few days later, the bronze bell of Kamar Taj rang, and the leaders of the three sanctums were all present.
The selection for the Sorcerer Supreme was officially opened today.
"Master Hamill, have the tokens been sent out?"
An elderly Master Grant asked, raising his head.
He was the manager of the London Sanctum and a highly respected practitioner.
"Yes,it has been sent out. There are 42 tokens in total, which means that there will be 42 participants in this entrance race."
The scarred face Master Hamir nodded.
The tokens were one kind of magic item from Kamar Taj.
It was equivalent to an invitation or an admission ticket.
Holders could enter the competition venue, the Dream Dimension -- to participate in the first trial.
"Has Mordo gone in?"
Master Grant looked to the sky. A long and narrow gap slowly expanded like a ferocious wound that was constantly torn open.
Behind the dark fissures, there was a splash of light and color, like countless kinds of paint mixed on the canvas, revealing a magnificent and dreamy feeling.
That was the arena, the Dream Dimension.
A law of reality was ineffective, and it was full of strange and unknown things, a dangerous world.
"Mordo chose to shoulder this responsibility. This is a good thing."
Master Hamir whispered.
"The Sorcerer Supreme position represents not only great power but also a heavy burden, with the Vishanti constantly testing it and the dimensional demons eyeing Earth."
"If you do not have a strong enough heart and a pure spirit to resist all kinds of temptations, you won't be able to bear the honor."
"Mordo has been with the Sorcerer Supreme for many years. He isn't only superior in strength, but also a good choice in character and morality."
"This time, he was recognized by the three legendary masters and signed a contract with Merlin, the Great Master. I think he has a great chance of passing the final trial."
Master Hamir was full of confidence in Mordo.
"What about Stephen Strange? He's the second Master of the Mystic Arts that Kamar Taj chose."
Master Hector, who had been silent, asked.
He cared more about Stephen Strange, the newcomer, than Mordo, who had received a lot of attention.
As the oldest mystic, Hector had heard the Ancient One talk about the choice of successors.
That was a chosen one who had the courage, wisdom, and perseverance far superior to ordinary people!
"I heard that the contractor he found was extraordinary, and he was personally interviewed by the Sorcerer Supreme before."
Master Grant slightly shook his head and smiled lightly, "I don't think there's a stronger contractor than Merlin, the Great Master. He's a famous legend. He's only one step away from becoming a god."
"Half of the tokens have entered the arena."
Master Hamir watched the clear image projected in the hall, and then a touch of anger rose in his eyes.
"Kaecilius! That traitor is here too!"
Master Grant remained silent and slowly spoke after a while, "As long as he holds a token, he's qualified to participate. This is in line with the rules of the battle."
"A fallen mage who has thrown himself into Dormammu's arms covets after the Sorcerer Supreme's seat? Such ignorance."
Master Hamir grunted with displeasure.
Ten minutes later, all the participants with tokens had entered, and many of them were familiar faces in the magic world.
"Let's wait and see who will win."
Master Hector stared at Strange, strolling through the Dream Dimension, and thought to himself, 'This is a tough challenge, and if you aren't adequately prepared, you could easily be eliminated from the tournament.'
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The Dream Dimension was a bizarre and peculiar world.
It existed in people's subconscious and could only be accessed by secret masters who knew how to pull the soul out of the body.
Most dimensional worlds had masters.
Like Dormammu, the ruler of the Dark Dimension, and Cyttorak, Lord of Oblivion.
The dream dimension, whose owner was called [Nightmare, was also a powerful demon.
His ability, probably an infinitely magnified version of Freddy, could create things out of thin air in the dream dimension and generate his own reality.
Usually, it had no sense of existence, like a small transparent nobody.
The venue of this entry-level battle was set here, so the test must also be related to dreams..
"This is people's subconscious mind. The flashing light is a nightmare."
Strange walked in a glittering passage, surrounded by dense, firefly-like dots of light floating around.
Those were the nightmare entities that were manifested by human beings in the material world.
If one knew how to meditate, an enlightened soul could easily infiltrate someone's dream and do whatever it wanted -- but here they couldn't.
Because this area of business was under the care of a dimensional demon, Nightmare.
The negative emotions and spiritual strength brought by nightmares were the nourishment on which he depended for survival.
Snatching food from a dimensional demon's mouth was tantamount to playing a fraudulent scam with Mephisto, or looking for a loan from the Sorcerer Supreme and not repaying it.
Any normal person who had a passable IQ was unlikely to do so.
"It's almost time."
Strange held up his right hand as if he was holding a torch.
The pure white light radiated out and dispelled those hostile dream creatures.
As an entrance ticket, the circular token was slightly warm, guiding him in a certain direction.
There were only eight candidates, and the entry competition screened out the redundant and unqualified participants.
That was to say; there were now forty-two masters with great strength in the Dream Dimension.
Most of them would be eliminated.
"When you think about it, there's a lot of pressure in this competition."
Strange was a little nervous. According to the rules, he had to arrive at a designated place first.
Then, put the obtained token into a magic furnace.
This was only the first step, and there were even more difficult challenges ahead.
"I wonder how many people are watching this battle ..."
Strange walked slowly. There was no end to this glittering passage.
This dimension had no concept of time, and the soul had no heartbeat and pulse, so it was impossible to judge how long time had passed.
Anyway, when Strange walked out of the tunnel, he saw a huge furnace three people high, which was exactly his goal.
"Here we are."
The magic cloak fluttered slightly, holding Strange up.
He threw the heated token in his hand. The long-extinguished magical furnace reacted as if a spark had fallen into a frying pan, exploding violently.
The magical flame burned like a dazzling pillar of light, radiating outward in a circle of substantial ripples.
"This is?"
Strange was a bit surprised by the sudden turn of events.
The re-ignited magic furnace turned into a bright lighthouse.
And the brilliant light seemed to carry some kind of huge temptation, as if like sending out a signal, and gradually attracting those dream creatures.
"Is this a test of strength or courage?"
Aware of the danger, Strange held the staff in his right hand and held up the small energy shield in his left hand, which was the Shield of the Seraphim.
Kamar Taj's entry-level spells were compulsory.
When he was ready for the battle, a thick crimson wave swept over.
The hills rose and spread toward the endless horizon, and the harsh sound of 'squeaking' was heard.
"Those are -- Mind Maggots!"
Strange exclaimed.
The surging and mighty crimson waves were composed of endless maggots.
They were only the size of palms, and they looked like big eyeballs.
They had piranha-like sharp teeth in their cracked mouths, which looked terrifying.
Tens of thousands of such insects could almost kill people with intensive phobias on the spot.
"It seems that this would be a test of endurance."
Strange had no other specialty but a good memory. After all, he wanted to graduate from medical school with excellent grades, but he had no strength.
He instantly remembered what he had read in the 'Encyclopedia of the Magical World' --
Mind Maggots, which specialized in feeding on mental energy, could eat people's thoughts and melt away a master's will.
"The token will burn for 6 hours, so make sure it isn't extinguished."
An old voice came down from above, like a thunderclap, shaking Strange's eardrums.
"This is the first test you will face!"
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"Mind Maggots!"
Luke and Rocket were staying in the Bar With No Doors. The big screen in the center of the room was showing the current competition.
Among the guests here, some people recognized those screeching and terrifying maggots.
"Hahahaha, this is a tough one! The stronger the mental power and the stronger the will of the master, the easier it was to attract those Mind Maggots!"
A customer said gloatingly.
Participating in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle had always been a high-risk and low-yield event.
The test set by the Vishanti didn't guarantee everyone's safety.
If someone could survive, they were often already very capable.
As for being the final winner, it depended on luck and strength.
"Monako, can you adjust the picture? I want to see that beautiful woman with long legs!"
Someone said.
Currently, the protagonist on-screen was Doctor Voodoo, a muscular man with dark skin and thick braids.
People preferred to see a hot woman with a sultry body than a big black man.
"Then you can talk to the Grandmaster. It's not like I have anything to do with it."
The old bartender, Monako, held a glass of whiskey and slowly sipped it.
It was unlikely that Kamar Taj would publicize the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, let alone broadcast it to the public.
This wasn't their style.
The reason why they could see the live broadcast of the competition was that, outside earth, among the stars in the universe, there was an Elder of the Universe who loved games and was passionate about gambling.
His real name was [En Dwi Gast, more commonly known as [Grandmaster].
"Do you know how many credits it cost me to buy the rights to broadcast from the forum?"
Monako grunted.
"If you like it, watch. If you don't, piss off."
The elder, 'Prince of Magic', revealed his tough side.
"Just watch the game, watch the game."
Some said, keeping the peace.
'I didn't expect the Grandmaster would be so playful. He actually broadcasted the Sorcerer Supreme battle live. '
Luke sighed.
As an Elder of the Universe whose strength was on par with the Ancient One, the Grandmaster could do such a thing.
Other people would have to consider whether their heads were sturdy enough and whether they could stand a magic headshot by the Sorcerer Supreme.
After a few minutes, the screen that stayed on Doctor Voodoo switched to Loki.
The bar was immediately filled with cheers and the sound of tons and tons of liquor shots.
Facts had proven that beautiful women were always popular in any situation.
"Wait, the big guy next to Loki, is that Thor?"
Luke was watching the live broadcast when he suddenly found a familiar figure.
"Who else would wear such an exaggerated cloak and armor besides him? "
Rocket sipped his juice and spat it out.
Thor in the picture was surrounded by dense Mind Maggots, and his soul flashed with thunder lightning, which could clear away large swarms of worms every time.
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Crackle!
Thunder and lightning flashed, woven into a net-like snake, smashing into the surrounding space, instantly sweeping away the swarming Mind Maggots.
Thor turned his head excitedly and asked loudly, "Loki, I'm good, aren't I?"
The latter covered her face and didn't want to bother with that silly face full of smiles.
Her brother, Son of Odin, heir to the throne of Asgard, future ruler of the nine realms -- how did he turn into such a guy?
The majesty of a wise monarch couldn't be seen at all, like a fool whose head was caught by the door.
But Odin still valued him so much, thinking that he had the potential to become a King.
Was the King of Asgard blind? ... Well, the old man was indeed blinded in one eye..
"Can you hold on for 6 hours and complete this test alone?"
Seeing Thor's soul light-generating blazing white thunder, Loki's eyes moved slightly and asked in a soft voice.
She looked upward. Many people paid close attention to the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.
If possible, the Princess of Asgard didn't want to reveal her cards.
Compared to those contenders, Loki's strength wasn't outstanding but moderate at best.
If she wanted to have the last laugh, she had to ensure that she had enough chips in her hand.
"Ah... I'm afraid I can't."
Thor didn't hide the fact that he couldn't last long.
He wasn't a master, nor had he practiced meditation. His spiritual strength was weak.
"I can't show my full strength in this place."
Without the Stormbreaker, Thor could only rely on the thunder his soul generated, which was tantamount to being severely weakened.
"Then, what good are you?"
Loki's face instantly cooled down. If her teammate was useless, what use was forming a team?
Facing a steady stream of Mind Maggots, guarding the magic melting pot and preventing the token from going out, she thought she could do it.
But if she could handle it herself, why would she need Thor?
'Wait, wait!'
Loki's eyes twinkled, revealing a hint of slyness.
She looked at Thor, who flashed thunder and lightning, and seemed to think of something.
"Brother, I need you to hold on a little longer!"
Hisss!
Thor, who had been standing in front of Loki and trying to clear the swarm, drew in a breath of cold air as if his body had been electrified, and his bones were partially frozen.
He had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. His charming and beautiful sister called himself 'brother' in a sweet voice. It was simply irresistible.
"Loki, why are you suddenly ..."
Thor stammered, his steps drifting a bit.
"Is it strange? Or is it that you don't like this attitude, brother? It's not my intention to be so indifferent to you. Actually ..."
Loki's tone was extremely gentle, trying to imagine Thor's innocent face as her mother, Frigga.
"I understand!"
Thor waved his hand and seriously said, "Loki, don't worry, I'll help you pass the test successfully."
He felt his body was full of power. His spirit was so full that his soul became even more solid, bursting with dazzling thunder and lightning.
The bright white glow faintly outlined the silhouette of an axe, slowly appearing.
Boom!
Thor was like a god descending from heaven, holding his battle axe and rushing into the swarm.
The violent light blasted into the ground, sweeping out a large empty space.
'Was this the rise of a simp... ah no, siscon?'
Luke, who was still in the Bar With No Doors, watched the live stream and was overwhelmed with emotions.
Loki just casually said a few words, and Thor, the God of Thunder, was full of energy.
This was the real version of using love to generate electricity!
"That fool is hopeless."
Rocket commented.
In his view, Loki was a bad woman through-and-through who only used Thor, squeezed out the value, and then would kick him to the curb.
The latter was engrossed in it and couldn't get out of it.
"Let's see what happened to Strange."
Luke rubbed his hands together, wondering if he would have a chance to take action in the entrance competition this time.
In theory, Strange should be able to deal with those Mind Maggots.
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"By the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth!"
"By the Flames of the Faltine!"
"By the Icy Tendrils of Ikthalon!"
"..."
Strange's mouth popped up one-dimensional god's name after another, borrowing their power to cast one spell after another.
As said before, he had no other strengths but an excellent memory.
Any magic book that he had read or a spell he had learned, as long as he had memorized it once and read it once, it would be firmly imprinted in his head.
In other words, Strange was a walking encyclopedia of magic and a ruthless mantra machine.
The pure white light enveloped his soul and blessed him.
The powerful white magic, like the fire from a turret, covered the surrounding space.
Those Mind Maggots that could eat the mind and melt the will were instantly blown away and turned into vapor.
Only a few moments later, they would reappear and swarm wildly in the direction of the magic furnace.
Strange's soul was getting weaker and weaker. He felt his body was being emptied, and his uncontrolled spell casting consumed a lot of his spirit.
Simply put, the MP bar was almost empty.
'Do I need to summon Superman?'
Strange hesitated in his heart.
He felt a little overwhelmed, thinking that there were too many maggots. The situation was too intense.
Ordinary masters couldn't resist at all.
At this level, he didn't know how many participants would be eliminated.
"By the Mind Curse of Cyttorak!"
Strange gradually retreated. The burning magic furnace was already surrounded by maggots.
His hands were folded, and his soul shone with crimson light.
His eyes suddenly became empty, as if lost color.
"That's... a great move!"
Luke, who had been on the sidelines, raised his lips and smiled.
He was going to answer the call and appear in person.
Unexpectedly, Strange came up with a magical solution.
He used Cyttorak's spell to close his mind and turn himself into a fool.
In this way, he could avoid being influenced by Mind Maggots, and his spirit wouldn't be violated.
"But how will he stop the furnace from going out?"
Rocket picks his nose. He wasn't interested in Sorcerer Supreme Battle, but he was happy enough to gamble.
"Strange's popularity is very low, and no one is optimistic about him. So, if he could hang in there and not get eliminated, I can make a lot of money."
In any event, as long as there are winners, losers, and scores, bets and gambling tables would be opened.
What's more, the Grandmaster, a man who had always loved gambling, was an old gambling addict.
"Which are the most popular ones right now?"
Luke asked curiously.
"Let's see, the number one hit is ... Blackheart? Mephisto's son. A devil from hell also wants to be Sorcerer Supreme? This is a rare thing!"
Rocket laughed. It was quite generous of the Vishanti not to kill him with a bolt of lightning.
"Who knows? Vishanti's opinion is important, but the threshold is also one of the judging criteria."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "If Mephisto's heir really succeeds in reaching the end, no one can say for sure."
There are many Sorcerer Supremes in parallel universes, Iron Man and Loki and Doctor Voodoo, all of whom took the job for a while.
If the Vishanti were in a good mood, they might just let the Blackheart succeed in his bid -- provided that he passes the test.
"The second-place candidate is a hot chick named Illyana Rasputina, nicknamed Magik. Also from hell."
Rocket held a thin notebook and told him about the popularity ranking on the forum.
"Doctor Voodoo, Loki, Mordo, Kaecilius ... I can't see Stephen Strange's name at all."
Luke shook his head and smiled, "That's really sad. Little rabbit, believe me, you can definitely make money by betting on Strange with all your little coffers."
"You mean to bet on him for all three matches? How is that possible!?"
Rocket didn't believe it, and despite Superman's guarantee, he was still a bit skeptical.
After all, no matter how powerful the contractor was, it depended on the strength of the combatants themselves.
If Strange was eliminated, Luke couldn't come in.
"Just a friendly reminder, I don't want you to miss out on an opportunity to make a fortune."
Luke curled his lips and spoke with ease.
"Okay, I'll believe you this once!"
Rocket gritted his teeth and decided to bet it all.
If he won, it would be a villa by the sea. If he lost... he could go down into the sea himself.
This seemingly backward planet seemed to have many ignorant women who like to spoil their cute pets.
Strange, who was still in the competition, had no idea that his friends were betting.
He poured out his soul's light with all his might.
The dazzling colors of red and white mixed and suddenly pressed over the magic furnace.
Those screaming Mind Maggots crowded like crazy.
Like a hungry ghost seeing delicious food or a perverted man seeing a woman's flesh.
Endless Mind Maggots engulfed Strange as if they were going to eat him.
"Such determination."
Luke, outside the venue, clapped his hands and didn't look like he felt pity like the others.
"It's stable."
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"Stable? Why do I feel like he's going to die? "
Rocket stared at the projected picture on the screen. Strange fell to his knees and supported himself with both hands, showing a painful expression on his face.
The ferocious insects that came in waves seemed to be stimulated.
They threw away the brightly lit magical furnace and went crazy trying to squeeze it into his brain.
Mind Maggots weren't entities but creatures exclusive to the Dream Dimension.
They swarmed into Strange's soul in groups.
Intending to eat the other's active thinking and melt his firm will.
Any master, faced with such a dangerous situation, would have no other way but throw in the towel and leave the arena..
After all, surrendering could still save their lives.
But if they kept going, their whole soul would be eaten by Mind Maggots.
"What are you worried about? Strange is an idiot now."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and lightly said so.
Rocket Raccoon was taken aback for a moment and then reacted after a while.
Strange used himself as bait to attract those Mind Maggots.
He had long imposed Cytorrak's spell on himself, shutting down his own mind.
Those swarming maggots couldn't eat anything, but they were trapped in the head of the human master.
"I didn't see that this mustache master was quite capable. But what would he do next?"
Rocket was impressed by Strange's bravery. So many disgusting maggots crowded in his brain, twittering and screeching; others may not be able to stand it.
What's more, they were dangerous creatures like Mind Maggots.
If he wasn't careful, the possibility of being turned over was extremely high.
"For a former neurosurgeon, this is a small thing."
Luke leaned against the chair. He was ready for the stage, but he didn't expect the other party to come up with another trick.
"They could cut a patient's head for surgery, and at the same time, they could discuss what to eat for dinner and what music they like to listen to."
Rocket scratched his head. He didn't know much about a doctor's profession.
Pilots, pirates, space pirates, raiders, jailbreakers ... These were the areas of expertise that he was good at.
"Little rabbit, did you know that there's an Earth joke; someone's computer was infected with a virus, and he planned to starve it to death by shutting it down for a long time."
Luke withdrew his eyes from the screen and answered Rocket Raccoon's last question.
If he was right, Strange was probably planning to use this ridiculous-sounding solution to the Mind Maggots in his head.
In fact, it was feasible.
Because those disgusting maggots could only eat active thoughts.
They had no interest in any nerve cells, brain, spinal cord and couldn't hurt the corresponding organs and tissues.
And without food for a long time, they would soon starve to death.
They turn into a cloud of nothingness and merge into the soul.
Most of the creatures in the Dream Dimension were like this.
"Is there such a thing?"
Rocket Raccoon's eyes widened, indicating an increase in bizarre knowledge.
He refocused his attention on the big screen and found that many eye-like spots and sores grew on Strange's face, which looked extremely frightening.
"What's going on here?"
Rocket got a fright, and all his fur stood up.
Strange's appearance, without makeup, could be a villain in a horror movie.
The suffering face was full of eyeballs, which seemed to scream with anger and wanted to break free.
"Don't make a fuss. It's an aftereffect of the Mind Maggot infesting the soul, and it will heal in a few days."
As Kamar Taj's fastest graduating high-ranking master in history, Luke had a little knowledge of magic and could see Strange's situation at a glance.
"Compared with this, Stephen should be more worried about the heavy price caused by excessive casting."
Those maggots were desperately biting, trying to escape from the human soul that had become a cage.
But Strange was indifferent, digesting them while generating out a dazzling light.
Those remnants of Mind Maggots were attached to his soul and turned into scary spots and sores.
But this wasn't the worst. Later, when he returned, it was the bills incurred now that would cause headaches.
In addition to the contracted Vishanti, Strange also summoned Valtorr -- a demon god of vapor, in the form of a gray serpent clad in scaly armor.
Ikthalon -- the demon of stagnation, often appearing in the image of an ice giant.
And Cyttorak, Lord of Oblivion whom the Masters of the Mystic Arts often borrowed powers from.
Considering that most of them were white magic, the problem shouldn't be too big.
At most, it was a gastric ulcer, gastric perforation, nervous tinnitus, long-term insomnia, and other diseases, which weren't life-threatening.
"Fortunately, I believe in science. Being a master is terrible."
When Rocket saw the horror on Strange, he couldn't help shrinking his neck and continued reading the forum.
"That's why so many people want to become Sorcerer Supreme."
Luke spread out his hand.
"Those dimensional demons are like different banks, with different interest rates, repayment schedules, and collection methods."
"Low-rank, middle-rank and high-rank masters are the lowest levels of exploitation because they have no choice but to pay the price with their lives, limbs, and souls."
"After becoming a legendary mage, you would have certain bargaining power. You can sign a contract with a dimensional demon with more suitable and lesser conditions."
"For example, being an envoy, developing a down line to bring in more people, and so on -- it may sound like some kind of large-scale illegal sales promotion, but that's essentially what it is, no difference."
"However, to be a legendary mage doesn't mean that you can rest easy and spend freely."
"They still run the risk of being fired or of being cut down like grass."
"Moreover, because the contract is too deep, once facing bankruptcy, the legendary master's body, together with their soul, and all their assets would be taken away by the dimensional demon bank."
"After all, in their eyes, legendary masters always appear every few decades and hundreds of years, which could be regarded as high-quality customers at most, rather than rare resources."
"In this way, only when you become the Sorcerer Supreme, get the protection of the Vishanti, and take the corresponding responsibility can you become the father of the beloved client of each bank."
"For example, the Ancient One has accumulated so many loan invoices from the dimensional demon gods that the interest rates have been snowballing, and it's hard to count."
"But he is living very well. That's because his background is strong enough. They are Hoggoth, Oshtur, and Agamotto."
"The banks could only continue to lend money and cut other people's grass with tears at the same time -- because in the face of the Sorcerer Supreme, violent collection and enforcement are useless."
Rocket didn't understand. When he looked at the master in the Bar With No Doors, he only felt that they were like green grass.
"With 3 hours left, Strange should have passed the test."
According to Luke's judgment, while attracting Mind Maggots, the other party drained the potential in his body. He had no problem holding on for another 3 hours.
On Loki's side, Thor, who generated electricity for love and his fighting spirit, turned into Asgard's number one macho man as if he had taken a Hercules pill and easily swept away the swarms of maggots.
Obviously, a tower defense game couldn't be played without double mowing.
This made Loki, who was originally ranked in the middle, rise all the way, especially in terms of popularity. All the values floated up like the stock market before the economic bubble.
This Asgard sibling duo was a dark horse that rose to prominence.
Directly to the top three, squeezing out the mediocre performance from Doctor Voodoo.
"I think I'd be more comfortable betting on the evil woman; she and Thor are already popular contestants."
Rocket was a little distressed. Strange's popularity was so low that he couldn't even be considered a seeded player.
This wave of seeded players might really make him go bankrupt and have to drown himself to pay his debts.
"Don't worry. It's a sure-fire deal that won't lose money."
Luke was full of confidence. With him playing in the second qualifying round, he would definitely make it through.
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The next match gradually entered a fierce and intense stage.
The main point was that each participant should show their ability to cope with the surging Mind Maggots.
There weren't many masters who could successfully pass the test.
In the first 2 hours, the number of people who failed, surrendered, and withdrew was spread out.
After waiting for 4 hours, most of the participants were holding on to their last hope.
They extinguished the magic furnace one after another, crushed the tokens, and got out of the Dream Dimension.
Those people were very rational and understood that risking their lives to fight for a position with little hope wasn't worthwhile.
Of course, there were also a few more aggressive gamblers..
They didn't realize their regrets until the Mind Maggots swallowed them up, ate their active thinking, and turned their full soul into an empty shell.
At that time, it was too late.
5 hours passed, and less than half of the original 42 participants were left.
It continued for 6 hours until the second hand on the clock jumped to the last bar.
Token in the magic furnace suddenly shattered and turned into a transmission portal with magnetic pulling-like power.
It enveloped the exhausted or helpless participants and took them out of the Dream Dimension in an instant.
It was over.
Sixteen participants finally passed the test.
Strange was one of them.
"How much did you earn?"
Luke didn't rush to congratulate but looked at the dancing and yelling Rocket.
"I can buy a brand-new ship! I'm so rich; I love this battle!"
Rocket jumped on the table and twisted his body like a seizure victim.
This thrilling match was undoubtedly a gamble's favorite.
Especially when they become winners.
The pleasure it brought was simply unparalleled.
Nobody else had paid attention to Strange. Many people didn't expect that he would be able to come out of the entry match and qualify for the next match.
Rocket Raccoon's trust in him had been rewarded handsomely.
"Do you want me to give you half?"
This guy was very friendly and offered to share.
Although that fluffy little face was full of reluctance.
"Forget it. I don't need it."
Luke waved his hand. When he returned to Earth-1024, the credit currency jointly issued by the three empires of the galaxy was of little use.
Besides, when the time came, he could find someone to squeeze money out of.
Compared to getting something for nothing, Superman preferred to do it himself.
10 minutes later, Strange, who had finished his rest, came to the Bar With No Doors.
This became their temporary base. Monako, the old bartender, had no opinion but was happy to welcome him, as long as he had a drink and remembered to pay the bill.
"Stay away from me."
Before Strange entered, he was unanimously rejected by Luke and Rocket.
In his soul, there were many undigested Mind Maggots.
This caused his flesh to smell rotten like it hadn't been bathed in months and consumed canned herring daily. This made people want to avoid it.
"I finally won with difficulty. You aren't going to congratulate me, but show me disgust ..."
Strange was a little hurt. Actually, he couldn't wait to come over and share the joy.
"We have seen your courage and means through the live broadcast."
Luke covered his nose and pulled his seat farther away.
"The next game is in three days; can you recover by then?"
For the sake of making money, Rocket's attitude towards Strange was much better than before.
"Just barely."
Strange wasn't so sure. The painful stomach perforation had begun to torment him due to the excessive spell casting in the dream dimension.
Not to mention the beer that Rocket handed over, even drinking a mouthful of water or moving a few times would cause sharp pain, like a knife, burning in his abdomen.
"In the second game, just let me handle it."
Luke smiled.
When a gold king took up this silver match for him, would it still be overturned?
The group of people stayed in the bar to chat, and before long, Loki and Thor also walked through a portal.
Seeing Luke and others, the latter didn't take the initiative to come over but sat down with his sister at the bar.
"Hoes before bros?!"
Rocket was indignant. He couldn't figure out why Thor was so obsessed with that nasty woman.
"Like Quill, his attention is completely drawn to the presence of a female creature."
Luke didn't care about this little thing. Loki obviously had something to hide from Thor.
Otherwise, why else would the Princess of Asgard participate in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle?
'I have a feeling that the plot will enter a violent phase, through a small incident, leading to greater trouble. '
Luke had some kind of intuition, perhaps an Allfather's keen sense of danger.
'But, in this universe, only the Ancient One, Odin could threaten me... I am not some elementary school student from an island country or a human-shaped disaster generator that wherever I go, disaster follows. '
He didn't believe he would be so unlucky as to run into the opening of some big event.
"Hey, that chick, isn't she the second favorite participant in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle?"
Luke was thinking about how to avoid more trouble when Rocket poked him on the shoulder.
Looking along the other's line of sight, two long legs wrapped in thin black silk came into view.
Continuing up, there were tight leather pants and a flat, exposed waist and abdomen.
After that, there was the eye-catching rounded arc.
"Magik, Illyana Rasputina "
Luke raised an eyebrow and called out the name of the other party.
Magik, who was standing at the door, seemed to have heard it.
Her long hair slightly swung as she looked to this side.
"Wow, you see? She's coming over to me."
Strange, who was also concerned, lowered his voice and said so.
As one of the participants in the battle, he rightly thought that the other side was coming for him.
"Save it. What girl would talk to a guy who smells this bad?"
Rocket rolled his eyes, mercilessly bursting Strange's beautiful fantasy.
And indeed, Magik walked by, subconsciously frowning slightly, avoiding the smelly Strange and going around to Luke's side.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Magik smiled, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
She was originally a mutant, Colossus's sister.
At the age of 6, Belasco kidnapped her and brought her to Limbo -- a strange space near the dimension of hell.
Magik learned dark magic there and became a young witch.
Like Selene, the Black Queen, she not only possessed great magical power but also unlocked her mutant talents.
She was able to perform group transmissions, but the accuracy needed to be improved.
Moreover, she could turn into a demon. After wearing magic armor- horns, hooves, tails, and scales would grow, and at the same time, spell resistance, and physical fitness would be greatly improved.
In addition, Magik had an exclusive soul blade that had fatal effects on magical creatures.
With her excellent talent and learning ability, she killed the monster who took herself to Limbo and ruled the area.
Considering various factors, it was normal for Magik to become a popular player in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.
"Who can refuse a beautiful lady's kindness? If possible, I'd like a martini."
Luke leaned back in his seat. He vaguely smelled the scent of sulfur and magma.
As he could guess, the other party just came from the border of hell.
"Okay."
Magik turned away on her long legs and brought two glasses of alcohol to the table a few moments later.
"Are you a master?"
She asked.
"Sort of."
Luke took a sip. The spicy taste of the martini went straight down his throat and lifted his spirits.
"You don't look like you're from Kamar Taj. You're strong, but you're not so old-fashioned and serious."
Magik was leaning against the wall, showing beautiful curves.
While speaking, she also reached out and squeezed Luke's arm, and her provocative attitude was self-evident.
"I'm a lord-less master."
Luke explained.
He had been to Kamar Taj, also had been to the library, and read The Book of the Vishanti.
However, as long as the contract hadn't been signed, he wasn't considered a follower of Vishanti.
"A rare species! There aren't many lord-less masters nowadays, most of them are weak, and without a source of power, they can't even enter the halls of magic."
Magik seemed more interested and took the initiative to lean over.
The warm and soft charming body was about to squeeze into Luke's arms.
This scene almost made Strange's eyes glare out.
With a 'hiss' of cold air, he felt his abdomen hurt even more.
In those days, Strange was also a prodigal son, with witty conversation skills and full of charm.
But now, those energetic, beautiful young girls didn't even look at him.
It was really embarrassing.
"What can I do for you? I don't think the Queen of Limbo would throw herself at me just after we met."
Luke looked calm and unmoved.
"I think you're a good person to talk to."
Magik licked her lips as if she had come across some delicious snack.
"Do you mean at the mental level or at the ... physical level?"
Luke was a little surprised. Was the atmosphere in Limbo so open?
Within 20 minutes of the meeting, she began to think about in-depth communication?
"You can try the latter and experience the former first."
After drinking that glass of wine, Magik pulled out a room card from nowhere and gently stuffed it into Luke's pocket.
"If you have time, might as well come to my room to discuss it."
She blinked like a drifting cloud and disappeared as abruptly as she came.
"That ... teacher! I want to learn this!"
Strange was dumbfounded. Before he could understand what had happened, it was over.
He didn't know how superman did it, but it was much more effective than any magic.
"I'm sorry, I have to leave for a few hours."
Luke pinched the room card, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Then he straightened his clothes and got up.
No matter what Magik's purpose was, no matter whether there were traps or not.
What he was best at was: Shoot first, ask questions later.
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