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"The Dark Dimension is a place of tranquility and immortality. There is no concept of time, let alone death."
Kaecilius was like a devout preacher. He distributed handwritten leaflets and kept preaching with his mouth.
In the beginning, the inhabitants of San Venganza maintained an attitude of rejection, ridicule, and contempt towards this heretic.
But in the next few days, Kaecilius showed an extraordinary side.
He looked like a monk who never ate.
After five days, he still didn't drink a drop of water.
Still energetic and rosy.
Every day, in addition to distributing leaflets and announcing doctrines.
He sat at the entrance of the town and meditated.
People's curiosity began to breed. They actively approached Kaecilius and asked about Dormammu and the Dark Dimension.
"Dormammu is the ruler of the Dark Dimension, and his followers would get eternal life after returning to the embrace of darkness."
Kaecilius seriously said.
He spread out his hands. A bright and warm light slowly emerged.
Seeing such a strange sight, the townspeople began to understand more deeply, and then some people became believers.
In this way, a new religion appeared in San Venganza.
Every day, Kaecilius led a growing number of believers to pray and preach together.
It took only a week or so from the initial three or two to the later huge crowd.
"You learned this in Kamar Taj?"
Mordo stopped Kaecilius, who was about to become a religious leader and asked coldly.
Behind him, the three halos were bright and dazzling.
The powerful momentum of the legendary masters rose.
"Spiritual belief is an indispensable thing for anyone."
Kaecilius's eyes blossomed with purple-black lines as the energy of the Dark Dimension eroded his body while providing him with a constant source of abundant magical power.
"When I was helpless, I heard about the Sorcerer Supreme and Kamar Taj, so I finally found the legendary place after going through all the trials and tribulations."
"When the Ancient One showed those 'miracles' and pushed open the magic door, I thought I met my spiritual teacher and believed everything he said."
"But he's a liar, Mordo."
Kaecilius looked at his former colleague from afar, and his mouth revealed a sneer.
In the commandments of Kamar Taj, it was forbidden for a mystic to worship anyone other than the Vishanti and could not have contact with dimensional demons.
Even with spells, such as the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak and the Ruby Rings of Raggador.
They were just a temporary loan, not a contract, and a commitment to trust.
"The Ancient One broke the oath."
Kaecilius angrily said.
"Behind the Sorcerer Supreme's mask of brightness, greatness, and selfless dedication, he's actually an old liar!"
Mordo pressed his lips. He didn't believe what Kaecilius said.
A magic wand abruptly appeared, wisps of electric light coiled around, revealing a destructive atmosphere.
"What? You want to solve the problem by force?"
Kaecilius glanced at the increasingly dazzling halos that embodied the spirits of the three legendary masters who had signed the contract with Mordo.
He didn't think he would lose to Mordo.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that Strange's contractor was so powerful that he ended the second match in a surprisingly simple way for everyone...
Kaecilius was ready to have a true showdown with Mordo at that time.
"I will beat you fair and square after passing Vishanti's test."
Mordo was silent for a moment and turned away.
His feud with Kaecilius should be settled later.
The most urgent task was to finish the last match and get the approval of the Vishanti.
Kaecilius used faith and religion to deceive and fool the residents of San Venganza to give them 'salvation'.
In Mordo's opinion, this is an evil path that couldn't last long.
If he wanted to save those fallen souls, he could only rely on the right path.
"Just because your body is broken does not mean that your heart and soul are also broken."
Mordo said so.
He emulated the Sorcerer Supreme, giving patience, forgiveness, and kindness.
Striving to save every poor, desperate person, to show them the way of the spirit over the body.
Unbelievable medical wonders kept appearing in San Venganza.
A semi-paralyzed patient who couldn't stand on their legs could actually run.
A blind old man saw the light again.
The disillusioned was revived.
Soon, Mordo was hailed as a master and gained a solid following.
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"Stephen, have you figured out how to practice your 'salvation'?"
Luke asked jokingly when he saw Strange with a sad face and no clue.
"Loki regarded the townspeople as donkeys and hung a carrot in front of them. She used gold to drive the workers to work hard and put in the effort. Everything can be maintained as long as the beautiful dream is not broken."
"Kaecilius became a religious leader, preaching, praying, and spreading his teachings every day. He told everyone that reality is full of life and death, while Dormammu's Dark Dimension has eternal life and tranquility."
"Mordo not only cured the physical disability of the people in town but also taught them how to face life."
"Doctor Voodoo, Magik... Everyone is actively completing Vishanti's test."
The more Strange listened, the tighter his brow was wrinkled.
After a long while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do."
"I can't save myself. How can I save others? "
There was a hint of self-mockery on Strange's expression. He used to be a doctor who pursued fame and fortune and was blindly proud.
A car accident drove him into the dust from the upper-class life of the elite; he lost everything and was relegated to the bottom. Then, he began to reflect on his previous mistakes.
"I can't understand them."
Strange said.
"The residents of San Venganza, who were deceived by Mephisto, gave up their souls."
"If I were the former Dr. Stephen Strange, I would feel that this was the price I should have paid."
"I would stand on high and laugh at their stupidity."
Luke nodded his head. This was indeed the common style of the elite.
Make a mockery of those who made mistakes, accuse them of being ridiculous, and express your opinion in the process.
"But now I'm Master Strange, a guy who has suffered and found himself."
"So, I rightfully sympathize with them and want to save them."
"However, I have no idea what to do."
Strange made no secret of his confusion, not thinking that what his competitors were doing would be very effective.
Cheating, lies would always be exposed, blind faith was a rootless tree, and kindness rarely ever bore fruit...
Saving one person was already a difficult thing.
How could he save three thousand people?
"Can you teach me?"
Strange looked at his own contractor.
"Frankly speaking, I have no experience in this field."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and saw a hint of disappointment in Strange's eyes. He smiled and said, "But I have a suggestion that is neither too good nor too bad."
"When you don't know what to do, put yourself in the Sorcerer Supreme's shoes."
Strange silent for a long time, the frown slowly relaxed.
"I see!"
He laughed.
"You are saying that if there is no other way to save the sinful souls of those who have fallen,"
"It's better to solve the problem directly from the source! I'm going to find Mephisto now!"
Strange took a deep breath, his eyes full of determination.
Take back the Contract of San Venganza from the hands of the old devil and free the souls of the sinners!
"Uh ..."
Looking at Strange, who was putting on his magic armor and opening the transmission portal, Luke didn't know if he should laugh or cry.
"Actually, I was going to say ... forget it. Your idea isn't wrong."
Anyway, a Sorcerer Supreme who hadn't beaten up Mephisto wasn't a qualified Sorcerer Supreme.
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Death was the final destination of all living things, and people always had all kinds of strange, horrible or beautiful imaginations about the unknown.
For example, the Italian poet Dante Alighieri.
His [Divine Comedy] depicted hell as a funnel-shaped nine-story world with a wide top and narrow bottom.
The further down, the deeper the sin of the soul itself.
In the [Bible, hell had an eternal fire that burned the souls of sinners.
All kinds of religions had different records about it.
In fact, the concept of hell first appeared in religious books.
In the widely spread and well-known concept, it was the place where the soul suffered, and it was mainly used to imprison and punish the unjust people who were sinners before their death.
But in the Marvel Universe, Hell was real.
It consisted of many overlapping and parallel dimensional worlds, and there were many rulers.
For example, the nine worlds in Norse mythology.
The underworld in Helheim, where Hela was located, was regarded as 'Hell'.
Hades, a member of the Olympians, ruled a territory, which was also 'Hell'.
Of course, what was best known was Mephisto's 'Hell'.
On the one hand, this old devil had more presence.
From time to time, he would come out to frolic and scamper.
On the other hand, the dimensional world dominated and controlled by the great King of Hell was the opposite of heaven.
They were just like two large enterprises with overlapping businesses, harvesting the vast majority of human souls on earth by various means.
The ones in the front lines were just renditions of souls of this divine lineage.
Just like Thor, if he died, he would only fall into Helheim, then sink to the bottom of Yggdrasil and return to the embrace of darkness.
Instead of falling into Mephisto's hands.
Anyway, the scope of business varied from one 'Hell' to another.
It involved the complex game between the dimensional demon gods, hell and heaven, and many divine systems. Even the most knowledgeable scholars had a difficult time understanding it.
"It's a terrible place."
Strange opened the transmission portal and arrived in Mephisto's Hell.
Compared with the lower dimension as the venue for the second match, it was even hotter here.
The burning wind with the smell of sulfur blew in his face, making him feel like he was choking.
"This is ... Hell."
Strange murmured.
What greeted him was only red.
The rocks, the vegetation, earth, and sky were all red as if they were a huge, boundless furnace.
A dark and illusory line of shadows spread across the cracked, hard ground, like ants in a line.
Those were the souls that had fallen to Hell!
"Mephisto … Salvation ... San Venganza contract …"
Strange took a deep breath and mumbled to himself.
His goal was to recapture the souls of the residents of San Venganza from the hands of the old devil so that those people could be freed and the rescue could be completed.
It sounded very difficult, but it was the only effective way that Strange could come up with.
The magic cloak lifted its body and slowly swept through the air.
Even though the heavy armor had been 'decreased in weight' with a spell, it still slowed down his flight.
"Are you sure you can save my life from Mephisto's hands?"
Strange looked at Superman, who was following him. He made such a risky move because he believed in the powerful strength of the contractor.
"The old devil is the Lord of Hell, a dimensional demon god who can arm wrestle with Sorcerer Supreme."
Luke didn't reply upfront but smiled at the corners of his mouth, "I thought you left San Venganza to go to Hell on your own accord, intending to prove to the Vishanti that you were brave and willing to pay the price to save others."
"What? Want me to solve the problem?"
Strange coughed twice and looked embarrassed.
He wasn't an Asgardian that would only ask where the enemy was, not how strong the enemy was.
Going to hell, directly facing Mephisto, and taking the Contract of San Venganza.
The reason that prompted Strange to take this risky decision was naturally Superman.
Since his contractor could quickly pass the second match in 20 minutes, he could easily defeat Blackheart, the Prince of Hell...
Stalling Mephisto's cunning old devil and creating opportunities for himself might be a viable plan.
Strange was very conscious of the fact. He didn't have the luxury of expecting Superman to be like the Sorcerer Supreme.
Going to Hell alone, fighting an amazing battle with Mephisto, and finally bringing him back intact.
"Can you do it? Try to stall Mephisto, or be my only and heaviest bargaining chip at the negotiating table."
Strange asked with a straight face.
"If I said no, would you give up and turn back?"
Luke asked.
Strange pursed his lips and shook his head gently.
This was a gamble.
He wanted to make a deal with the legendary cunning and cruel old devil and make a deal that he had never done before.
"So, it doesn't matter if I could block Mephisto. The key is whether you are fully prepared to be cheated by the devil, lose the bet, and have no mental preparation for the consequences!"
Luke stared at the raging red tide-like clouds. Behind that, a pair of hidden eyes stared at him.
"I am willing to accept the cost of failure."
Strange said solemnly.
"Then just let it go. This is your test, Stephen."
Luke smiled.
At the moment his voice fell, thunder came from the deep clouds.
A huge, deafening noise erupted, as if the drums were beating, the horn was blowing, and a great battle was about to come.
"Stephen Strange!"
"And your contractor!"
The gloomy voice sounded quiet, echoing in their hearts.
"Do you want the Contact of San Venganza back?"
Strange slowed down, and the magic cloak bellowed behind him.
He glanced at Luke, whose face was calm, and his inner panic suddenly subsided.
Like a gambler with no confidence, holding the only bargaining chip.
"That's right. Wise Lord of Hell, generous Lord Mephisto, I've come to bargain."
Strange behaved politely, which was a necessary show of respect for the strong.
"Bargain? Little mystic, what can you do to impress me? What bargaining chips do you have to get me to sit down with you at a negotiating table?"
Mephisto sneered, and the desolate field and the empty sky suddenly shook as if responding to his question.
"My soul! A soul of a Sorcerer Supreme!"
Strange stood up and replied loudly.
"Mephisto, as long as you give me the Contract of San Venganza, I will give my soul voluntarily!"
"In this way, I'll have completed Vishanti's test and will take over the position of Sorcerer Supreme."
"And you, on the other hand, will get the soul of a Sorcerer Supreme -- isn't that enough to impress you?"
Luke was dumbfounded. He actually saw Strange use the usual tactics of a con man from the studio next door.
Selling one's own soul to the devil, or angel, or other existence -- this was Constantine's specialty.
"The Sorcerer Supreme's ... soul."
Mephisto's tone elongated, seemingly interested.
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"The Sorcerer Supreme's ... soul."
Mephisto's tone elongated, seemingly interested.
He fought with the Ancient One for so many years, and he had never won.
Not long ago, he was beaten violently by the old bald man and lost a human incarnation.
If there was a chance, naturally, Mephisto would feel happy.
The successor of the Ancient One's soul, falling into Hell.
This was an outright humiliation for both Kamar Taj and the Temple of the Three.
"That's right! I would like to take out a personal safety insurance policy with Lord Mephisto's insurance company. When I die, my soul will be yours -- provided that Lord Mephisto, you, would give me the Contract of San Venganza."
Strange added, striking while the iron was hot.
In his plan, the smoothest progress would be for Mephisto to agree to the terms without having to resort to other means.
"Haha, The Ancient One's people finally found an interesting guy."
The deep red clouds gathered and drifted, condensing into a devil's face with a horned forehead and fierce features.
"It sounds like a good deal. I have never collected the soul of a Sorcerer Supreme. But--"
Mephisto's voice paused, and he smiled vividly. Then he continued, "If you want to bargain with the devil, you must first show the strength to protect yourself."
"Master Strange, you are already in hell. I have countless ways to get your soul. Why pay extra? "
"Don't you think so?"
Laughing like a thunderstorm, the sky shook!
Suddenly!
The devil's face suddenly dissipated, turning into a locust-like black wave that surged in!
"It seems that your negotiations didn't go well, Stephen."
Luke teased.
If Mephisto were so easy to fool, he wouldn't be the most troublesome among the old devils from every dimensional hell.
"What should I do now?"
Strange showed a wry smile, but the devil really didn't have any kind of moral bottom line.
Take first, then sit back at the negotiating table.
"Prove to Mephisto that your soul isn't so easy to get hold of."
Luke said with a relaxed tone and a slight smile.
The evil spirits, black as dark clouds, rolled across the crimson sky.
Like locusts crossing the border, they devoured all living things!
Just by looking at it, people would feel that the sound was terrifying, and their minds would be shaken.
"A Master of the Mystic Arts is good at fighting against evil spirits and demons!"
Strange nodded and took out the AK47- Beast that finally came in handy.
Da da! Da da da!
The blue fire from the muzzle poured out a storm of demon-killing bullets.
As if a long sickle suddenly swung down, sweeping away the swarming evil.
"By the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth!"
"By the Omnipotent Oshtur!"
"Light of the All-Seeing Eye of Agamotto!"
"..."
Strange was like a ruthless casting machine, desperately squeezing out the magic in his body.
One after another, high-order spells gushed out, like a fierce turret with full firepower, extremely effective in stopping the frenzied push of the evil spirits.
"A living soul! Delicious!"
A huge four-hoofed demon with horns on his head suddenly appeared.
He waved the fire whip in his hand, and with a swish, he broke the Shield of the Seraphim Strange had cast.
"That's a big demon!"
Strange nervously said.
As a graduate of Kamar Taj, he had never met such an enemy.
"You don't have to worry. Keep going!"
Luke finally showed his true level as a high-ranked master. The super-level spells in the Book of Vishanti were thrown out one after another as if they cost nothing.
The chaotic and violent magic of the Hell Dimension appeared tame in his hands.
"It's all yours!"
Strange constantly blessed himself with 'the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth'. Then, under the full-speed flight of the magic floating cloak, he crashed into the tide of evil spirits.
Those dark souls, one after another, stretched out their claws and teeth, trying to swallow this beautiful soul into their bellies.
But with the sturdy protection of magic-resistant armor, he couldn't be attacked.
"You're ... human! A fresh ... soul!"
The demonic creature with four hooves running like a centaur raised its fire whip and struck down with a 'crack!'.
"I don't have any interest in this area."
Luke's eyes were slightly cold, his fingers closed, and he clenched them into fists.
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Strange was like a fish swimming in the deep sea, struggling to walk through the turbulent vortex undercurrent.
Da da! Da da da!
The blue glowing fire spewed out demon-killing bullets and cleared the many evil spirits in its way.
The magic-resistant armor seemed like it was almost worn out.
"Hold on a little longer!"
Strange gritted his teeth and bravely marched forward!
Finally, out of the endless tide of evil spirits, Mephisto's huge body occupied his line of sight.
In the Hell Dimension, the old devil didn't need to use his human incarnation.
Dressed in a robe made of sulfur and flame, he sat on a huge throne, like a mountain of terror.
His forehead had black horns as if it was cast from iron.
Especially his eyes, burning with ambition, cunning, treacherous, and full of schemes.
It was daunting!
"Master Strange."
Mephisto called out the other's name, with a smile on his crimson face.
"You have proved the value of your courage, strength, and soul. Hell's Insurance Company is willing to tailor a policy for you."
Strange saw that the old devil's right hand was holding a paper contract, in which he could faintly hear the sound of souls wailing.
The Contract of San Venganza!
In his left hand, another paper contract appeared out of thin air.
Whoosh!
The paper suddenly spread out!
Large texts clearly emerged.
"Have you thought about it? As long as you sign your name, the Contract of San Venganza is yours."
"And your soul, the soul of a future Sorcerer Supreme, belongs to me!"
The old devil laughed strangely, seemingly in mockery and pleasure.
He couldn't wait to see Strange make a choice!
"I've thought about it."
Strange's eyes looked firm. The problems he would face later would be solved later.
Passing the test, completing his salvation, and assuming his responsibilities were the only things he had to do now.
Lack of strength, lack of wisdom, lack of means ... Strange knew he could get through to the last hurdle, relying entirely on Superman.
But now, it was time for him to pay the price.
"My soul will be given..."
Strange borrowed the spell and prepared to imprint his name, his soul's aura.
However--
Boom!
A violent boom rose up and spread throughout Hell.
Right behind Strange, a huge mushroom cloud slowly appeared.
Endless light and heat radiated away in all directions.
The energy of terror annihilated all matter. Not to mention evil spirits and demons, even the dust was crushed into smaller particles.
'Who threw a nuclear bomb into Hell?'
This was an idea that flashed in Strange's mind.
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"It's horrible ..."
"Too cruel ..."
"Too much ..."
The guests at the Bar With No Doors were stunned as they watched the bright light flashing and the blazing white live broadcast.
The 21st-century people who were bombarded by Hollywood special effects blockbusters were almost immune to the battle scenes of superheroes.
Iron Man liked to wash the ground with artillery fire, Hulk was a demolition maniac, and thunder and lightning flashed between Thor's hits...
When you're there, you may feel that the momentum was amazing.
But from the picture, in fact, there was no difference with those popcorn blockbusters.
It was nothing more than a variety of sound and light effects, coupled with the devastated city of New York as a background. Hollywood had always been good at grand scenes.
For a while, people that cosplayed as the Avengers or superheroes sent videos to an online platform and then added various cheap special effects also gained wealth by attracting fans and gaining traffic.
Therefore, seeing it right now, the audiences who thought they were well informed, in the face of the splendid magic wielded by the various masters, weren't surprised and were even calm.
It was like sitting in a movie theater and watching a special effects blockbuster.
"But I've never really seen this kind of scene before."
Rocket chewed on a crisp carrot, shook his head, and said so.
Superman always managed to bring him and the others some surprises.
Possessing the terrifying power of destroying the world was usually just a verbal sentence.
No one had ever seen that person destroy a planet and dimension by himself.
But now, Superman had proved it.
"Why did this guy participate in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle?"
"What kind of master is he?"
"Not making a name for himself as the overlord of the universe and participating in a competition on a backward planet?"
"..."
The Stars Forum hosted by Grandmaster had been bombarded.
On average, hundreds and thousands of related posts popped up every second.
Looking at the pure white and dazzling live broadcast, Rocket stopped tapping his hands on the keyboard and temporarily put down his entertainment of trolling with people online.
At this moment, no one cared about who was taking over as Sorcerer supreme.
They wanted to know who Strange's contractor was.
"Too strong."
Rocket sighed.
If it was an unsuspecting audience, people might think someone wanted to nuke Hell and purify the devil.
"Master Strange, what's going on here?"
The originally calm, smiling without a word, Mephisto, raised his voice in anger.
The terrifying pressure directly enveloped Strange, who was floating in mid-air.
The Cloak of Levitation clung to his body with a jerk.
The erected collar drooped down like a poor child shivering.
"Is this, perhaps, a misunderstanding?"
Strange said awkwardly.
Behind him, a burst of bright light continuously broke out.
The violent energy was like an astronomical tide.
The thundering swept through, annihilating everything.
Strange didn't dare to look directly behind him for fear of being burned by the dazzling blazing white light.
'What did Superman do?'
He was very confused.
Could it be that the opponent had released a heaven-defying super-level forbidden spell?
"Misunderstanding? Humph, who dares to run wild in hell?! They ... won't end well!"
Mephisto wanted to say a few malicious words, but on second thought, it was the Ancient One who made a mess in Hell last time.
So far, the old man was living well, and there was no sign of him dying.
So, what if he was seriously wounded. His time was coming...
It was just a smokescreen put out by Kamar Taj to confuse others.
"Get out of the way! I'd like to see what your contractor is doing!"
Mephisto stood upright, like a giant standing on top of the earth, leaving the stone throne.
If he continued to watch from the sidelines and ignored it, he was afraid that his home would be torn down.
Rumble!
The terrifying loud noise of the sky and land splitting crushed the space into pieces.
Strips of thick black cracks suddenly emerged, shocking and engulfing matter.
The violent and chaotic energy tides continued to pull the land.
With the strong smoke rising up, the hard rocks were ripped open with huge cracks.
Crack!
The great rift valley-like ferocious cracks spread rapidly.
"Stop!"
Mephisto raised his mountain-like palm and reached into the intense light.
The intense heat that burned evil spirits and wiped them out was nothing to the old devil.
As if cast in iron, the huge palm fiercely closed!
The dazzling light instantly dimmed like an extinguished light bulb.
"Not lethal..."
Mephisto was surprised.
In this bright light, he didn't notice any aura of destruction.
"I only ordered an illumination spell, so why should Lord Mephisto be angry? "
Luke slowly said as he easily avoided the grasp of the palm.
He looked extremely small, like a speck of dust, in front of the devil's body that stood tall in the sky.
"Illumination..."
Mephisto was speechless and didn't know how to answer him.
The intense light released high temperature, which in turn triggered a tidal wave of energy, causing the sky to collapse like a doomsday scene...
Along this line of thought, the endless light and heat, shaped like a nuclear explosion, was all just lighting.
'There's a lot of talent in Kamar Taj. '
Mephisto, the old devil who prided himself on having seen all kinds of storms, suppressed such a sentence after a long while.
"With illumination, you almost destroyed Hell ... You are much more powerful than the Ancient One."
Luke smiled modestly, waved his hand, and said, "No, no, no. I'm nobody. How could I compare with the Sorcerer Supreme!"
How could a true master not have illumination spells?
However, the movement he made was a little bigger.
"Dare to run wild in hell ... you have a lot of courage!"
Mephisto grunted coldly, and the intimidating pressure of a great devil was released.
He didn't know much about Luke's details. Judging only from the magic fluctuations, he was at most a high-ranking master.
However, the old devil had seen the live broadcast of the other party crushing Blackheart. Punching him through the lower level of Hell.
That terrible power wasn't like a nameless high-ranking master. What else could this guy do?
Therefore, Mephisto wanted to test Superman's strength.
"My contractee, Stephen Strange, is a candidate for Sorcerer Supreme."
The powerful pressure from Mephisto's aura, which was enough to deprive people of their sanity and create fear, had no effect on Luke, who had no problem saying, "The Contract of San Venganza is related to whether he can win the last game."
"Therefore, I would like to bargain with Lord Mephisto and make a deal."
'Why do Kamar Taj bastards like to bargain with people?'
"No need. I have agreed to Strange's request. He promised me his soul, and I will give him the Contract of San Venganza to help him complete the test."
Mephisto thought to himself, 'If it weren't for your illumination, Strange would have signed his name and sealed the deal.
In the future, the soul of the Sorcerer Supreme would fall into his hands.
"As we all know, a contract without a formal signature is not binding."
Luke raised his eyebrows as if guessing what was in Mephisto's mind and chuckled lightly, "That was an invalid deal. Lord Mephisto doesn't need to take it seriously."
"I have a new contract here. Dear Mr. Devil, as long as the Contract of San Venganza is handed over, Stephen and I will leave Hell. What do you think?"
"..."
Mephisto opened his mouth.. There were curses in his heart, but he was too confused to say them.
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As a notorious old devil, he thought that he was usually black-hearted enough.
Lending like a loan shark, defrauding people's souls, compelling foolish beings, playing with human emotions ... simply, uncompromisingly evil.
But after Luke proposed this new contract, Mephisto was extremely frustrated that he wasn't as thick-skinned and black-hearted as a human being.
The other party could use the most justifiable tone to say the most shameful things.
At this point, much better than himself.
At least, when the devil lied...
He had to pretend to draw up a contract and put on a warm-hearted face of hypocrisy.
Hand over the Contract of San Venganza, and he would take Stephen Strange away with him?
What's the difference between that and getting a one-stop service pack, pulling up your pants, and walking away?
Fair deal? We should still pay attention to the value being equal, right?
"Human, are you forgetting something?"
Mephisto's voice cooled down. If not for the live broadcast and having to pay attention to the dignity of the Lord of Hell, he would directly slap the guy.
"Or do you think that there's no price to pay for making a deal with the devil?"
Luke pretended to be surprised at first and then seriously said, "I'm going to leave without doing anything. This is the most valuable exchange you can get, Lord Mephisto."
"Otherwise, it's not certain that the Hell you're in will continue to exist."
"Isn't it enough to sacrifice a soul contract for peace in Hell?"
"..."
Mephisto fell silent for the second time.
He had never seen such an arrogant human!
As the Lord of Hell, he was the top leader who was qualified to compete for the title of 'Satan' between the leaders of 'Hell.'
Which mortal didn't tremble when they saw him?
Which master didn't show some respect when they saw him?
Even Agamotto, and the Ancient One, such powerful existences that shook dimensions and spread their names across the universe, had never humiliated him like this!
"Hahahaha! Destroying Hell...?"
Mephistopheles laughed angrily. The terrifying sound waves that could pierce the eardrums shattered the clouds in the sky, stirring the atmosphere into a wild tide.
The huge palm, which covered several miles, lifted up without warning.
A huge shadow that covered the sky fell straight down.
No matter what Luke was and what his background was, Mephisto didn't care anymore.
He just wanted to wipe out the other in the most direct way.
And then, with the most brutal means, the poor soul would be cooked.
Bang!
Luke lifted both his hands to block the slap.
Luke stood tenaciously in the air, not beaten into the dust and slapped into the ground by Mephisto.
Where he stood, the air exploded, violent ripples were visible to the naked eye.
"So that's the end of the deal?"
Luke had no intention of humiliating the old devil. His bio-force field opened up instantly, and his body slammed upwards.
Like a sharp nail, he pierced through Mephisto's palm.
The fist struck through the air as if it were a heavy hammer thrown at the old devil's face.
Boom!
Mephisto's face showed irritable pain and redness.
Fortunately, with his natural red face, no one could see it.
"Even Sorcerer Supreme didn't punch me in the face when he hit me!"
Mephistopheles's anger filled his chest. A pair of dark wings popped up behind him.
They gently fanned!
A mass of flames as sticky as paint grew all over hell!
After being offended several times in a row, Mephisto's anger had been fully accumulated.
Turning the heat up!
Hellfire!
The same trick, used by Mephisto, was much more powerful than when Blackheart used it.
The invisible force field was unable to stop the fierce hellish flames that raged and spread, burning not only the flesh but also the soul.
The stronger the soul, the harder it was to get rid of it.
"Oh, this is interesting."
The cynical frivolous smile disappeared from Luke's face.
In his eyes, there was a rare flash of solemnity.
Hellfire was Ghost Rider's signature skill, which could burn anything in the world.
The soul ignited by it could never be extinguished unless it truly repented.
In the comic, even one of the five gods of the universe, Galactus, had suffered a great loss to Ghost Rider, lighting him up into a huge torch.
Therefore, it was necessary for Luke to take it seriously.
Stellar energy rushed through his body, and a terrifying aura swept out.
Superman loaded the [Devastator] card, not afraid of death and injury!
"Come on! Burn my soul!"
Luke ran into the thick sea of fire head-on. A sharp pain rose from the depths of his soul.
It felt like it was tearing and burning up!
"Repent for your sins!"
When Luke was caught in the inferno, Mephisto burst out laughing.
He waited for the bruised and tortured soul to fall into his hands.
"Judging me?"
However, a few moments later, a contemptuous snicker came out.
The sea of hellish fire suddenly parted, revealing a sturdy figure.
The wispy, sticky flames were attached to and around Superman's body, but it did little damage.
'High resistance, high immunity to physics and magic, and high adaptability ... Except for the low IQ, there's nothing wrong with this card. '
The sharp pain looming deep in his soul made Luke's mouth slightly twitch.
Fortunately, he had the [Devastator] card.
After a short period of burning in his soul, the immunity characteristics rapidly evolved.
"What else can you do?"
Luke clenched his fist. The Hellfire on his palm was suddenly snuffed out.
Both his eyes were like swords, stabbing straight toward Mephisto.
"Hellfire, it doesn't work on you!"
The latter's heart shook.
This was the power of Hellfire that could even burn an Allfather to ashes!
'If it was the Ancient One, even he may not be able to withstand it...'
Mephisto was a little suspicious of Luke being a demon; even though Hellfire had never worked on the Sorcerer Supreme, it could still hurt his opponent, no doubt about it.
"Humph!"
The old devil sneered. At his peak, he was at least a dimensional demon who could fight the Sorcerer Supreme and Odin.
How could he be bullied by a young newcomer?
If this news spread, where should the Lord of Hell hide his face?
"Do you think these are my only tricks?"
Mephisto laughed furiously. His temper flared up.
He raised his right hand, and the power of hell surged forth.
A palm strike! A loud boom!
"Eh? Where's the live feed?"
"Why did the screen go black?"
"Switch the channel!"
"That was an exciting scene..."
"..."
Immediately, discontentment erupted in the Bar With No Doors.
Somehow, the live broadcast was cut off, and they couldn't see what happened in Hell.
The old bartender Monako petted Rocket Raccoon's head and thought, 'Turns out the old devil had pride too.'
...
...
"The Contract of San Venganza!"
Mephisto was worthy of being the Lord of Hell, very decisive, without the slightest delay.
"Remember! What happened today ..."
Luke took the Contract of San Venganza and nodded, "I know, I know. Absolutely confidential. It won't leak out!"
"Lord Mephisto, you fought with me for 300 rounds, so much so that space was shattered and even the power of Hell was worn out ... Finally, you were kind, compassionate to the evil spirits of Hell, and couldn't bear to see the dimension collapse, so you voluntarily handed over the Contract of San Venganza to quell the battle."
The old devil shrunk in size and became a normal person; he glanced at Luke, who opened his mouth first, and shook his head, "This is the first time I saw a human being who looks more like a devil than I do."
"Take Strange and get out of here! Bring back peace in Hell!"
Luke smiled; he couldn't help himself.
He picked up Strange, who was still in a daze and returned to San Venganza.
When the live broadcast in the Bar With No Doors returned to normal,
The third match was over.
The winner--
Stephen Strange.
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Compared with the second match, which took only 20 minutes to end, the outcome of the third match was even more surprising.
The audience outside the venue only saw the live broadcast screen suddenly blackout, as if the camera was blown with a slap, leaving only the piercing scrambled noise.
When the picture was restored, the winner was announced.
It was Stephen Strange, who was plain and unpopular from the beginning.
Then, the match was over.
The rest of the combatants were transported back to the real world.
It all happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard.
Just like the match that only lasted for 20 minutes, the two sides just exchanged defense towers, and the base directly exploded before they started a formal battle.
Not to mention the audience; even the contestants were stupefied.
This unexpected development seemed to turn the Sorcerer Supreme Battle into a farce.
In particular, the gambling addicts who betted on the popular contestants were betting on Blackheart and Magik.
A few people were also optimistic about the unpopular Loki and Doctor Voodoo.
Unexpectedly, the final winner was Strange, the dark horse.
It was foreseeable that after the Sorcerer Supreme Battle came to an end...
Many people would be thrown into the arena in Sakaar by the Grandmaster to sell themselves and pay off their debts.
After all, in any universe, there was a hierarchy in the gambling community.
Compared with retail investors, the Grandmaster was a banker and always in an invincible position.
As for Rocket, who betted on Strange in all three games, his eyes narrowed with laughter.
The furry little body was shaking like a sieve; he almost felt like jumping on the bar and dancing on the pole.
Although it was a different universe, the common currency of the galaxy was the same.
When he returned to his Marvel Universe, he would be a real millionaire.
'At that time, that bastard Quill has to call me "Captain" respectfully.'
Thinking of that, Rocket was too lazy to talk to a group of failed gambling addicts. They were just a group of poor guys who were about to drown.
"Tonight, all drinks are on ... Nah, let Thor pay the bill."
It originally wanted to act like a rich guy, but considering that the credit points he won hadn't arrived yet, the heavy responsibility of paying the bill was left to Thor.
"Thanks to Superman, not only can I buy a new ship, but now I can also buy an uninhabited planet for retirement."
Compared to Rocket Raccoon's wonderful mood, the customers of the Bar With No Doors were cursing...
"I haven't seen Mephisto's killer move yet!"
"There's definitely something shady behind this! Backstage dealings!"
"It was gone before the fight was over!"
"Is there a post-match replay?"
"..."
The anger of the audience was beyond words.
Superman versus the Lord of Hell. That was the greatest battle of the century. Not seeing it was simply a loss!
"Really... an unexpected result."
Old Master Hamir laughed.
No matter what the popcorn-eating people were saying, Kamar Taj turned a deaf ear.
They didn't need to explain anything to anyone, nor did they want to explain anything.
"I won?"
Strange, whose brain was in a daze, finally came to his senses.
He was going to face the Vishanti. If he got the approval of the three ancient gods...
Then, taking over the position of Sorcerer Supreme was a foregone conclusion.
"Who are you, anyway?"
Back in Kamar Taj, Strange turned his head and looked at his contractor, his eyes full of curiosity.
An ordinary high-ranking mage could actually force the Lord of Hell Mephisto to back down and give in. What kind of terrifying power was this?
The true identity of Superman was by no means simple!
"I'm just a passing traveler, don't take it to heart."
Luke replied modestly but pretentiously.
If he hadn't completed the task of collecting the Infinity Stones on Earth-199999 and got the [Devastator] card, he might not have been able to cope with the Hellfire from Mephisto so calmly.
That Lord of Hell, who was also a dimensional demon, wasn't inferior to an Allfather.
The reason why he chose to hand over the Contract of San Venganza was more out of the idea of stopping his losses.
If he kept fighting, his home would have really been destroyed.
"Passing traveler ... I don't believe it."
Strange was even more curious and then began to make something up in his mind.
For example, the mysterious master who was active in the future, a certain player in the space-type equipage...
And so on...
"Both of you, the Sorcerer Supreme has a request."
Master Hamir greeted them and led the final winner, Strange.
He was originally more optimistic about Mordo, and before the start of the match, he made a special effort to cultivate him.
Unexpectedly, Mordo was too fragile, couldn't withstand it, and was nurtured to death.
"Here we are. You guys can go in."
It was still the same wooden building with its door opening on its own.
The Ancient One, pale as if he was recovering from a serious illness, was leaning on the bed.
Luke quietly praised his superb acting.
"You did a good job, Strange."
The Sorcerer Supreme praised the person he already picked while smiling at Superman with satisfaction.
The latter returned the smile and helped Strange win the battle for supremacy, which wasn't easy but not very difficult either.
The main reason was that the Ancient One killed Mephisto's human reincarnation, who wanted to make trouble outside the arena and hadn't given the old devil any room to play.
Otherwise, with the character of the Lord of Hell, it was possible that some kind of storm might have happened.
Facing a legendary master, the Allfather Superman, the Prince of Hell was basically a crushing situation where a rare card character came down and beat a common silver card character.
Nothing to brag about!
"I didn't get to this point by firm perseverance and fearless courage ..."
Strange was very self-aware and bowed his head in shame.
He just got lucky and summoned a contractor like Superman.
The latter could no longer be described as a purple card or gold card but was a super rare exclusive card!
"Everyone needs time and space for growth. Strange, you don't have to be depressed. In the future, you will shine brilliantly and shoulder heavy responsibilities."
The Ancient One praised and gave confidence to the other.
"It's time to meet the Vishanti and get their approval."
The old man with white hair pointed with his wand.
On the right side of the bronze round caldron, a bright light burst out.
That was the famous caldron of Kamar Taj, the Cauldron of the Cosmos.
The Ancient One would use it for deep meditation, experiencing the mystery of the universe, and acquiring more knowledge.
When necessary, he could also contact the Trinity of Vishanti with it, who were rarely seen.
The strong light, like a white horse, shot out of it.
The two people, who won the battle for supremacy and had passed the test three times, were suddenly enveloped.
Their souls then left their bodies and flew upward into the atmosphere.
The blue planet kept shrinking, like a little light on a dark curtain.
A gentle force dragged them to another dimension.
"Stephen Strange."
A pleasant female voice called Strange. He opened his eyes and saw three pure white figures.
That was the Vishanti!
The supreme spirit in white magic.
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"Congratulations on having completed three tests and arriving here."
The female voice slowly said.
She was Oshtur, the oldest of the ancient gods.
Also, the first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto's mother.
"Even though you're not the best one, I have to admit, little guy, your luck is simply enviable."
A tiger with a beautiful pattern poked its head out and looked down at Strange.
His name was Hoggoth, one of the Vishanti.
He was the creator of the 'Hoary Host', an easy-to-learn but difficult-to-follow technique that everyone in Kamar Taj knew.
"An Allfather, and so young."
Hoggoth seemed to be more interested in Luke. The deep eyes locked on him with intense pressure.
"The most frightening thing is not the power you show, but the unfathomable potential ... Oshtur, I think his future achievements are unlimited."
Hogarth rarely appreciates a human being. In the eyes of this tiger, Luke was like a walking celestial body, radiating bright light.
Oshtur didn't deny it.
An Allfather wasn't the end of the path that the other party was following.
"Thank you for your compliment."
Luke's expression was calm, and he didn't feel any pressure.
The three pillars of pure white light were Oshtur, the loving woman.
Agamotto, the complex brain with a bright bald head.
Hoggoth, a big tiger with colorful patterns.
They were collectively called the Vishanti.
Each had the strength of a dimensional demon god.
The Sorcerer Supreme didn't have to pay back debts. It was mainly because his backer was powerful.
The Dark Dimension's Dormammu, and the God of Chaos Chthon, were reluctant to mess with the Vishanti.
In case they fought, each time they were forced to fight one against three, the scene would be too bloody.
"Time to get down to business. There must be a new Sorcerer Supreme for us, for the Earth, and for the many dimensions."
Agamotto spoke up.
'Ancient One, who has been sitting in that seat for too long, is deeply exhausted, both mentally and physically. '
'Like a social animal who works overtime every day, he was about to die of overwork.'
Luke commented in his heart.
"Stephen Strange!"
At the sound of his name, Strange's soul shook.
There was the pressure of three pairs of eyes looking at him; it was as if he was pressed against a large mountain.
The irrepressible nervousness emerged.
"Yes. Heaven and Hell, Asgard and the Nine Realms beyond, all those powers are waiting to see who's hands the position of Sorcerer Supreme will fall into."
Oshtur's soft laughter quietly dispelled Strange's inner apprehension.
"I was the designer of the first match, and I wanted to test the courage and persistence of the competitors."
Hoggoth shook his head. The tiger, full of majesty, showed a human expression, "The second match is a test of personal strength. You are the weakest person, but you have the strongest contract."
Strange looked at Luke with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
"The third match is to save and serve. You did a terrible job, Strange."
Agamotto, who used to be a Sorcerer Supreme, wasn't as articulate as the previous two and had a disappointed tone that couldn't be disguised.
"Everyone has their own way of doing things and their own ideas that they need to follow, whether good or bad, it's their own choice."
"But you didn't do anything. It was a very unwise choice to face Mephisto and make a deal with the devil directly."
Strange's eyelids drooped. He really didn't know how to save San Venganza.
He wasn't mature enough nor strong enough.
"A candidate with enough courage, but lacking in strength, wisdom, and decisiveness."
Agamotto made a final decision and answered.
"Stephen Strange, you are not qualified to be the Sorcerer Supreme."
Boom!
Agamotto's words, like a heavy hammer, hitting Strange.
The latter was thunderstruck, and the light of his soul dimmed.
'... a butterfly effect?'
Luke, who stood still, was equally surprised.
The Vishanti didn't recognize the candidate favored by the Ancient One.
'What's going on?'
Was it all a waste of time?
"Courage, strength, and wisdom ... are the three requirements to take over the position of Sorcerer Supreme."
Agamotto's stern eyes suddenly softened and turned to Luke.
"You are a better choice than Stephen Strange."
"Luke Cavill, the Superman of the other world!"
What's going on?
Luke, who was in the mood to watch the show and eat some popcorn, had a series of question marks on his head.
'I'm just helping out as a substitute!'
'Not interested in becoming the Sorcerer Supreme!'
He said in his heart.
Why did they choose him?
"Ah, ... is there a misunderstanding?"
Glancing at the dull expression on Strange, Luke cleared his throat and politely said, "I am just a passing traveler and will not stay in this universe for long."
"For the Sorcerer Supreme, you should choose someone else."
Agamotto, who was previously very strict with Strange, was now very nice to talk to.
This big bald head seemed to admire Superman very much and didn't care, "We already know this, and it isn't a problem."
"The infinite number of universes are not isolated from each other."
"A Sorcerer Supreme's duty is to protect the earth and resist other dimensions."
"Nothing really happens in general. Look, the Ancient One is living a very relaxed and comfortable life."
'Like hell, I would believe that!'
The Ancient One worked overtime every day and pretended to be wounded in order to retire early.
Therefore, working for the Vishanti...
Not only was the treatment average, but he also had to work hard. This wasn't a good job.
"You'd better hire someone else ..."
Luke, who shook his head repeatedly and insisted on refusing, suddenly paused. He suddenly paused, and his soul rippled as if some kind of intense emotion had risen up.
"Find another one -- that's completely unnecessary! If one person has to take on this responsibility for the survival of the planet -- then I'll do it!"
Agamotto froze. He was going to continue to persuade, throwing out some more attractive bargaining chips.
He didn't expect Luke's attitude to change so quickly.
"In that case, the Superman from the other world, Luke Cavill, we award you the title of 'Sorcerer Supreme'!"
Seeing Luke nodding in agreement, the Vishanti didn't hesitate either.
Boom!
Oshtur, Hoggoth, and Agamotto spoke in unison.
The overlapping voice was like a stone thrown into the river of stars, causing ripples.
Their voices, seemingly clear and distant, were heard throughout the many dimensions of the worlds.
"Supreme... Superman...?"
The Ancient One in Kamar Taj stood up, surprised and puzzled.
'Why didn't Stephen Strange, who was originally selected, get the approval of the Vishanti?'
'Superman, became the Sorcerer Supreme?'
As his thoughts turned, the Ancient One seemed to think of another possibility.
"A big crisis was brewing?"
The old man was worried. 'Is this why the Vishanti didn't choose Strange?'
He still needed to sharpen his skills and grow and wasn't good enough to take over the Sorcerer Supreme position for now.
"The Sorcerer Supreme is ... Superman?"
Thor, in the Bar With No Doors, spurted out a mouthful of beer.
Rocket, sitting opposite, wiped the smooth fluff and smashed the beer bottle with his hand.
One raccoon, one person, wrestled into a ball.
Next to them, Loki's eyes flickered as if she had an idea.
At the same time, in many dimensions.
From up in heaven and down in hell, all the multidimensional bigwigs who could hear the Vishanti's voice were informed of the shocking news.
"Haha, a young Allfather ..."
"Supreme ... Superman!"
"The game just got more interesting."
"..."
Eerie snickering or meaningful words rang out quietly from all dimensions of the universe.
"I used to hear people say that they accompanied their friends to competition, and then the others were selected... This kind of nasty soap opera drama could also happen to me."
Leaving the world of the Vishanti, Luke returned to Kamar Taj and the residence of the Ancient One.
He shook his head and sighed as if he had received a hot potato.
"Don't worry, Strange. I'm sure I won't be able to do this job for long, so I'll give it to you later."
Luke patted Strange on the shoulder and consoled.
He thought he was a substitute, but he didn't expect to get the trophy.
'The Tenth Metal ... I can't. It's for the quest. '
Seeing Strange, who had nothing to gain, there was a hidden loss on his face. Luke could only shrug his shoulders and express his helplessness.
He would have refused, but the task that appeared prevented him.
[Main Quest: The Great Change of the Multiverse, Crisis on Infinite Earths!]
[Requirements: Become the Sorcerer Supreme and become a qualified player.]
[Reward: The [Tenth Metal, Element X (It is full of the purest possibilities and can be transformed into any weapon.)]
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The Tenth Metal -- X element came from the studio next door.
Before it, there were nine other metals with different effects.
For example, N metal, the Ninth Metal, was full of dark energy.
It could fight against the laws of physics, offset gravity, and reduce damage.
Moreover, colliding it with the Eighth Metal could awaken people whose wills had fallen.
Joker's Dionesium, a green liquid metal, had a self-healing effect.
Vandal Savage and Master Assassin Ra's al Ghul seemed to have owned them, but they were far less pure than Gotham's Prince of Crime.
The Joker was violently abused by Batman all day, and his hands and legs were easily crippled; he was still alive and kicking, even when his face was cut off. However, it was as if nothing had happened to him. It was only because the Dionesium gave him the strength.
Electrum -- transparent and colorless liquid metal.
Batman once drank it without knowing it. This was the initial layout for Barbatos in the Dark Multiverse.
The Court of Owls had always held it in Gotham, and when mixed with the inferior Dionesium, it could preserve corpses and revive others.
Those claws were that dead and alive, again alive and dead, had to rely on this. Repeatedly exiting and reappearing.
In addition to this, if you could find the right blacksmith, you could process it.
Electrum had a strong restraining effect on magical creatures such as ghosts, tree spirits, and werewolves.
As a material to build armor, it also increased magic resistance and ignored curse effects.
It can be said that it was a must for traveling and pillaging people.
Promethium -- its function was similar to Adamantium in the Marvel Universe.
Deathstroke's armor was made of promethium.
Without a high defense and high magic resistance equipment, even the world's top mercenaries couldn't single-handedly destroy the young Titans and fight the Justice League.
Batmanium -- a magical metal with an appearance like red copper, it's also a high-end casting material.
It's a favorite prop for people like Zatanna, Doctor Fate, and others.
And it could also be used to communicate with the Dark Multiverse.
All in all, there were ten kinds of super metals like these.
They were best known for their debut in the Metal event.
Barbatos from the Dark Multiverse used Batman as a gateway to invade the Main Universe.
Those metals played an important role in that great crisis.
'I feel like going to the studio next door can be put on the agenda. '
Luke, who became the new Sorcerer Supreme and returned to his residence, thought silently.
He opened his palms, and a ball of silvery liquid changed into different shapes.
Hammer, sword, axe, mace, AK47...
This was the most basic ability of the Tenth Metal, and it could be transformed into any weapon and any form at will.
On the surface, it was called metal, but it actually had a cosmic origin, produced in the World Forge.
The Mobius Chair of the Anti-Monitor and the Mother Boxes of Darkseid were all made of the Tenth Metal.
If anything, Luke's entry into the Multiverse class had resulted in the mastery of conceptual abilities.
Then he could easily create six Infinity Stones with this mass of liquid metal.
This was the real reason why he would rather step into the pit created by the Vishanti and take over the position of Sorcerer Supreme.
The effect of the Tenth Metal was far better than the other nine!
It could create cosmic artifacts, endow some metaphysical concepts and the power of origin!
The World Forger from the studio next door once forged countless pocket universes and parallel universes with the Tenth Metal.
Of course, the above uses were still relatively distant for the current Luke.
He was looking forward to using the tenth metal to open the Source Wall.
'However, why should I go to that Dark Universe?'
Luke shook his head and smiled. He didn't want to be on Batman's list of dangerous people.
"It's safer in New York, and the weather in Gotham is too humid to be of much interest."
This new Sorcerer Supreme closed his palms, and the silvery Tenth Metal melted and disappeared.
Anyway, being able to master the power of a universe's origin was a good thing.
Who knew what was going on in the studio next door? By adding more means of countermeasures, more trouble could be avoided.
You should know that after the end of the great metal event and the extinguishing of the World Forge, the Tenth Metal was used less and less.
Later on, if Luke had the opportunity to meet the richest man in Gotham, Mr. Bruce Wayne, the people's tycoon.
With sufficient Tenth Metal in his hands, he could also stand proudly over his opponent in terms of wealth, making his money-making ability ineffective.
This was the power of the origin of the universe, and even the whole of Wayne Group wasn't enough to exchange for a single drop.
"Supreme... Superman."
Sitting on the bed, Luke's mouth tilted when he thought of his new nickname.
This time, it was really rewarding.
Becoming the Sorcerer Supreme was equal to using the Vishanti's white magic for free.
He could also find Dormammu, Chthon, and the other-dimensional demons and take things from them.
There were three-dimensional gods behind him, and he could walk arrogantly in both Heaven or Hell.
The elders of the universe also had to show him some respect.
This was a benefit.
'Unfortunately, there's no free lunch in the world. '
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Luke wasn't overly proud. The Vishanti certainly didn't look at him because of his handsome looks, a beacon of light on the earth, and the light of the right path.
This kind of scheming was normal for some dimensional demon gods who were used to planning and scheming.
There were always reasons behind doing anything.
But whatever it was, it definitely had nothing to do with love, justice, and world peace.
'Oh, as a mature social animal, relaxing while getting paid has already been integrated into my bones. '
Luke remembered all kinds of stories about his previous life, fighting in a battle of wits with the company manager.
In this regard, he really never lost.
'To work seriously is to exchange labor for remuneration, but only by relaxing and enjoying work can you really earn money from your boss!'
Luke smiled. Every minute he relaxed, it was equal to earning a salary for doing nothing.
The Vishanti were too naïve to think that making Superman the Sorcerer Supreme was the same as tying him to Kamar Taj's boat and this universe.
'It is impossible to work part-time. I should find an opportunity to run away. '
Luke closed his eyes and continued to meditate.
Anyway, the task reward had been obtained, and the Sorcerer Supreme Battle was over, so there was no need to stay.
He should get away while he can.
...
A week later.
"Stephen, the three sanctums and Kamar Taj will be handed over to you."
Luke patted Strange on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"I'm very confident in your ability and absolutely at ease."
As the newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme, he couldn't directly leave.
After cleaning up the three sanctums, he gave a leadership speech in Kamar Taj, then went to Hell for a stroll and had a heart-to-heart talk with the old devil Mephisto.
He finally passed this vacuum period of the transfer of power, leaving no disturbance.
Next, everything was business as usual.
He gave all his work to Strange, Wong, and Mordo.
As for himself?
Of course, he was returning to the main universe, relaxing and skipping work.
"So, if there's a major crisis, should we contact ..."
Strange's shoulder dropped, his face twisted with pain, and he felt that his whole body was falling apart.
These days, he kept on training, and his hair fell at speed visible to the naked eye.
It wouldn't be long before he could catch up with the Ancient One and Agamotto.
"No! Do what you want, don't call me!"
Luke simply and decisively answered.
"Stephen, do you know what you lack most?"
The latter shook his head, ready to listen to the pep talk from Supreme Superman.
He was actually a little depressed these days.
He could actually accept the fact that he wasn't the Sorcerer Supreme.
After all, losing to Superman was not a loss.
But not being recognized by the Vishanti was a heavy blow.
"You lack the courage to make choices and the determination to carry out the plan and take responsibility! You don't believe in yourself, Stephen."
Luke played the role of a spiritual teacher and began to instill ideas.
"The car accident destroyed not only your life but also your pride and confidence."
"You see yourself as a loser, a poor guy who has fallen and can't get back up!"
"That's not actually the case. You can do better, take my place and become a qualified Sorcerer Supreme."
"..."
The lengthy pep was stuffed into Strange's mind. It moved him to tears, and he felt like he couldn't wait to hug Luke and cry.
"I understand, Master! In your absence, I will take responsibility and stop trying to rely on your strength to solve any kind of problems."
Strange changed his way of addressing him and assured him with a serious face.
"That's good. I'm in a hurry. See you next time."
Luke smiled with satisfaction when he saw that Strange understood what he meant and didn't waste more of his breath.
"By the way, tell Rocket Raccoon and Thor to get back and not dawdle around right now."
Thor was worthy of being the Avengers' number one bro-con -- now he had transformed to the number one sis-con.
The place where Loki existed was his home, completely forgetting the movie universe.
Rocket Raccoon, for its part, was waiting for the Grandmaster to send in the winnings, buy an unmanned planet, and enjoy the life of the richest man in the universe.
"I will."
Strange nodded repeatedly and kept it in mind.
After the explanation, Luke finally set foot on his way home with confidence.
This time, he didn't bother to...
Find Iron Man, Dr. Banner, and Mr. Fantastic again -- the Fantastic Four existed in this universe.
Gather these world's most intelligent guys to make a trans-universe transmission machine.
The retired Ancient One was very generous. Not only did he tell him the exact coordinates of the universe, but he also used Kamar Taj's magic weapon, Cauldron of the Cosmos, to act as the anchor of this world.
In his words, it meant, "You should come back often in the future".
He was afraid that this Sorcerer Supreme Superman would never come back and run away completely.
"It was a wonderful journey."
Luke put his hands on the Cauldron of the Cosmos, and three beams of pure white light rose into the sky, passing through the clouds and reaching the endless void.
The blessing of the Vishanti hung over the young Sorcerer Supreme.
Boom!
Suddenly, in the next moment!
Luke then turned into a swift stream of light and completely disappeared into the universe.
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Earth - 1024.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
The high-rise buildings standing on the Potomac River, the lights dimmed one by one, and only a few high-rise offices were still on.
Howard leaned on the desk, struggling to write something.
"This is the eighth month of Superman's disappearance. My friend, the Pentagon's Lieutenant General, the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D... has disappeared, disappeared from this planet -- I don't think Luke is dead, although rumors like this are rampant, and there's a growing trend."
"I also know who's behind it, pushing it all forward."
"Just two months ago, the President read an emotional eulogy in front of the whole world. So far, the military hasn't confirmed the death of Lieutenant General Luke Cavill, but our President couldn't wait to announce the news -- This is really intriguing."
"Although he praised Superman and described Luke as a shining beacon in the human world, he also said that losing the other party wasn't only a great loss to America, but also to this beautiful world."
"The loss of a hero, the fall of a star, the collapse of a lighthouse -- it was really touching."
"I don't think the President was even this sad when his father passed away. Forgive me for using such unkind words, but when I think of that hypocritical face, my appetite would be halved -- that's why I have suffered a lot recently."
"With all due respect, the President's behavior is like a thief who broke into the house and would always be worried about its owner's return. Even if he was sitting in the White House and was the nominal manager of the country, his inner timidity and fear couldn't be completely concealed."
"The situation in the world is changing. Upon learning that Superman was 'missing', the Soviet Union celebrated with vodka in the Kremlin that day! With the Sword of Damocles that hung over their heads and could fall at any time disappearing. I believe those senior officials could finally have a good night's sleep. They didn't have to worry about Superman falling from the sky and hanging them in the Red Square."
"Without the important weight to maintain the balance, the relationship between the two superpowers has become increasingly tense. A month and a half ago, the White House had a heated discussion on whether to deploy medium-range missiles, the Thor and Jupiter missiles to Italy and Turkey."
"The peace and harmony ... had long gone with Superman's departure. Only the shadow of nuclear war remained!"
"The atmosphere of terror is spreading. I heard that Castro had asked the Soviet Union for help. The footsteps of World War III seem to be getting closer and closer, and the scale of the doomsday clock is steadily and resolutely pushing forward."
Writing up to this point, Howard's tightly locked brow twisted even deeper.
He sighed, put down his pen, and subconsciously touched his mustache.
He reached for the glass on the table and took a sip of whisky.
In Howard's face, the cynicism of the past was gone, full of worries about the future.
"After Superman left, S.H.I.E.L.D had a hard time. Without a huge organization to rely on and support, it looked like a giant with a limp leg, stumbling and struggling."
"The guy sitting in the White House -- is actively dismembering S.H.I.E.L.D. and limiting its power. Bastards from the FBI and the CIA loved it."
"I'm not sure if I'm being watched. The only people who know the identity of the President so far are probably Nick Fury -- a humorless gloomy-faced agent, and me."
"I've tried everything. Just a week ago, SkyNet launched its first artificial satellite."
"I was smarter than the Soviet rocket experts, whose Sputnik 1 was 11 days behind me."
"But still no sign of Superman's whereabouts. I began to feel certain of my inner suspicions, that Luke had probably left the planet, or even, the universe."
"In the fifth century B.C., Democritus introduced the concept of the 'countless worlds', which was formed by the movement of atoms."
"Later, the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus said that 'the world is pluralistic'."
"Leibniz affirmed and added to this view."
"If this is true, then Luke may have been taken away to a parallel world due to some unavoidable force."
"I really want to bring him back. But unfortunately, I couldn't find any partner who could communicate properly about quantum mechanics and study parallel time travel with me."
"They either think I'm crazy or I'm on drugs. It's worth mentioning that there is a young man named Henry Jonathan Pym, whose papers were very interesting. It gave me some sparks of inspiration."
"I can only put my hopes on the Tesseract. But this path is also blocked, and the military is considering confiscating it in the name of 'taking in dangerous materials' and 'returning it as government property'."
"I don't know what to do. The man behind the curtain in the White House has cornered me and cornered S.H.I.E.L.D."
"The Hellfire Club can't help either, as the White House has close ties to Essex Enterprises -- the latest biogenic company to emerge."
"The situation of the mutants isn't that good, and they have become animals in cages again. Radicals, moderates bickering, becoming tools and used ... What a mess."
"I can't imagine how Luke handled these things when he was still here."
"By the way, he could still spare time for some recreational 'activities'."
"I think I need to learn this practical skill of time management."
"..."
After writing for a while, Howard closed his thick personal diary.
This was a habit he developed recently. Sooner or later, the White House would attack S.H.I.E.L.D and him.
Whatever the outcome, he should leave something behind.
To tell others, tell ... Superman, who no one knew when he would return.
"How come I didn't realize this before? It turns out Luke was that important."
Howard looked up, drank his last sip of whisky, and then stood in front of the French window for a few minutes.
Realizing that it was late at night, he left his desk, took off his suit from the hanger, and took out his car keys.
While flinging it round his finger with a clatter, he took the elevator to the underground garage.
At this time, most of the staff in S.H.I.E.L.D had already left work.
In the underground garage, only the sound of Howard's footsteps and the softly humming tune echoed.
"I hate working and working overtime."
He sighed with emotion and got into the car.
He inserted the key and started the ignition.
The newly bought Ford drove out of the garage and galloped towards the upscale hotel in Washington, D.C...
"The target appeared."
A cold gaze was fixed on Howard, who was driving alone.
And then, there was the roar of an engine.
The car parked on the side of the road quietly followed.
Like a hunter, it was tracking his prey.
"Kill Howard."
An order came from a tiny headset.
"Copy."
The man replied.
He glanced at the Ford driving in front of him and steered onto an overpass, ready to take a shortcut to block the other party.
He stepped on the accelerator, driving faster.
...
...
"Javits, what's up? Claiming to be a friend of mine? In the afternoon? I don't remember..."
Howard answered the phone while holding the steering wheel.
Fortunately, he didn't know a guy named Strange; otherwise, he would definitely know that driving while taking a call could cost him dearly.
"Wait! Motherfuker!"
Howard, who was answering the phone, suddenly saw a car flying out.
The tires scraped against the ground, making an ear-splitting sound, blocking the middle of the road.
He was so frightened that he hastily braked, hitting the steering wheel hard.
Before Howard cursed, a black figure, perfectly blended into the night, pushed open the car door and stepped down.
He was carrying a Poposha submachine gun in his hand and skipped the clichéd part of monologuing and just opened fire.
Da da! Da da da da!
The bulletproof window glass suddenly cracked in a spiderweb-like pattern.
The dense bullet burst and almost turned the car into a hornet's nest.
After nearly 2 minutes of violent shooting, the killer threw away the submachine gun that had emptied two magazines and went straight to the Ford.
He tore open the bulletproof door full of bullet holes with his hand, like tearing off a fragile tissue paper.
Such power was simply inhuman!
It's just that--
Before he could confirm the target, a heavy iron fist came head-on!
Bang!
The exoskeleton mechanical arm, like a compressed spring, tightened violently and then exploded out.
Enough terrible power to break through the steel plate and hit the assassin in the chest.
Crack!
Without a doubt, the assassin was knocked out and crashed into the stone pier of the overpass.
He saw the man's sternum collapse and spitting out blood.
The body that fell to the ground twitched twice and forever silenced.
"Do you really think that the small fry you sent can finish me off?"
Howard, wearing portable exoskeleton armor, squeezed out of the car door and smiled smugly.
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