It was that narrow canyon again, and it was this strange hell again.

This is the second time that Master Wang has come to this place, and this time he also came as the supreme envoy.

Although it was considered a blasphemy to randomly understand the Supreme Supreme mind in Kamataj, at this moment, Master Wang, who had a very good temper, could not help but feel suspicious again.

The relationship between the Supreme Master and the Raven Lord is absolutely extraordinary.

There is a secret between them.

But the age and experience of the two are so different...

Could it be that the nonsense rumors circulating among the advanced mages are true?

This raven king who dominates hell is actually a descendant of the bloodline left by the supreme supreme?

Or is it even more terrifying that the young-looking Maharaja is actually the biological son of the supreme emperor?

this...

No way?

"I feel like you are thinking about something extremely rude, Master Wang."

The elusive voice of the Raven Lord awakened the king who was thinking, and he immediately put away his thoughts.

But it's too late.

Facing the King of Vanity who can listen to the soul, at the moment of meeting, Merlin already knew some of the thoughts in the fat mage's heart.

He hovered in the canyon behind the king, and under the haze of the wasteland hell, he explained in a gentle tone:

"There is no special relationship between me and the Supreme Supreme. She does have a 'son', but I don't have that honor. And that Supreme is a respectable person. She has given me a lot of help..."

Merlin looked at the king who turned around and lowered his head, and said:

"I don't want to hear such slanderous speculation again..."

"Um."

Wang said softly:

"Soon, this nonsense will disappear, I promise."

"I believe in your promise."

The Raven Lord observed the Kama Taj mage in front of him. A hint of surprise flashed in his blue eyes, and he said:

"In just a few days, Wang, your magic has entered a new level, so are you also one of the candidates for Kama Taj?"

"Yes, I got the second heraldry 2 days ago."

Wang said very humble and graceful:

"But my brothers are much better than me, I'm just a little bit more lucky."

"I just like you who are not arrogant or impatient."

Merlin replied in a gentle tone:

"It seems that my previous judgment was wrong. The Supreme Master is very good at educating his disciples. She taught you very well."

"If that mage Modu is as talented and persevering as you, perhaps the next supreme mage will still be born in the inheritance of Kamataj."

"Junior Brother Modu is much better than me."

Wang replied softly:

"He is the most outstanding disciple of the Supreme Supreme, at least for now. Master, I will send you this with the Supreme Order."

The fat mage raised his hand and handed the last three-eyed emblem to Merlin.

He explained:

"The Supreme One said that the last candidate has been born, he is in New York, in Manhattan, and his name is..."

"Steven Strange."

Merlin took the badge and revealed the answer before the king said that name.

This made Wang look up at Maharaja Meilin in surprise.

The king can guarantee that at that moment just now, his mind was protected by magic. Even the Raven Lord could not hear his inner thoughts, but why did he know this name?

Can he predict the future?

Or, he has been paying attention to that secular person?

"Don't be surprised, Wang."

Merlin rubbed the insignia in his hand and said:

"I can't see through the future either. I just have more channels to obtain information recently."

"Please go back and tell the Supreme Lord that I will look at Stephen Strange, and if he is indeed qualified to be the last candidate, then I will give him the badge."

"But I have a question."

Merlin looked at the king and said:

"About Strange's education, he is a mortal who has never been exposed to magic. At this time, it is only half a year before the opening of the Supreme Mage Battle. So in the past six months, will he be trained in Kamataj? Or..."

"It's up to you."

Wang replied:

"The Supreme Master has specifically instructed her that she may not have time to accept another new disciple in the past six months."

"In addition, the Supreme asked me to tell you that in the next time, she will do her best to maintain the order of the earth until the next Supreme Master is born.

Merlin nodded.

He knew what the Supreme Master meant with this sentence.

Since the battle for the supreme mage has entered the final preparations, the next supreme mage is about to be born.

Then the Ancient One's illusion does not need to retain its power. As long as Merlin needs it, she can participate in Merlin's subsequent actions as a combat force at any time.

"But...please reply to the Supreme Supreme for me."

Meilin said to the king:

"Please be sure not to interfere with the order of the present world. In the next period of time, there will be some 'changes' in this world that I am happy to see."

"If I really need help, I'll contact her."

The king did not understand the hidden meaning of Meilin's words. In his opinion, this was a sentence without beginning or end.

But considering the strange relationship between the raven and the Supreme Supreme, this is probably another mystery that only the two of them know.

Wang didn't ask more. He nodded, took a step back, and said again:

"The Supreme also asked me to inform you that the rules of the Supreme Mage battle will be slightly 'changed', but this has nothing to do with you, she will deal with it."

After saying that, he disappeared into this hell dimension as the golden streamer appeared in the portal.

After watching the king disappear, Meilin glanced at the badge in his hand.

He shook his head, and while he was wielding his fingers, a comic appeared in his hand. The pages of the comic were automatically turned over a few pages, Merlin stared at the picture of the comic and said softly:

"Steven Strange... In 6 months, can you really grow to the point where you can fight against Doom?"

"Do you really have this qualification?"

"There are also so-called rules change, what does this mean?"

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The world before Strange was very chaotic.

The second before, he was still in the galloping sports car. Facing the crazy frost beast, the shadow of death enveloped him, and he felt desperate inside.

But the next second, he appeared in a strange desert. As the heavy rain attacked, he saw a war hammer falling from the sky, wrapped in endless blue arcs.

Donald, who had lost his breath, was lying in the cold mud water, and the war hammer with lightning flashing was suspended on Donald... no, it was suspended on Thor's chest.

The hissing of birds sounded in his ears, as if it were there or nothing, like an illusory shadow.

He ran hard in the changing picture, but no matter where he ran, the shadow of the birds flying in the sky was always shrouded around his body.

"ah!"

Dr. Strange screamed.

He opened his eyes.

At the sight of him is a quiet garden. He is sitting at a loss on the white wooden chair. In front of him is a prototype small table with a tea cup emitting fragrance on it.

The lawn under his feet was covered with strange yellow leaves, and the warm sunlight shone from the sky above and shone on him.

And the strange, tangled branches behind him, black, burnt, and covered with dark red vines.

In the twisted and hideous shadow of the tree, Dr. Strange raised his head.

He saw the person sitting opposite him.

A man with a quiet and mysterious aura, with black hair spread on his shoulders, wearing a weird black robe, sitting on another chair, holding a teacup in his left hand and a book in his right hand...

Comic book?

And it's the kind of comic books that children like to read.

This style of painting...

It's a bit strange.

Strange felt that the man in front of him looked familiar. He frowned and stared at his face. After a moment, he recognized the man's identity.

Merlin Riley, the deceased deputy director of SHIELD, was said to have saved New York in chaos and tens of millions of people on the entire East Coast a year ago.

No...

wrong!

He is not just an agent!

Those strange memories came to Dr. Strange's mind, remembering the scene where Merlin appeared beside him on that cold rainy night, as well as the magic wand, the shining white light.

He is also a wizard!

A powerful wizard who easily dispels the Ghost Knight alongside Thor.

"Yes, I'm a wizard."

Merlin placed the teacup in his hand on the table. He looked through the comics in his hand, without raising his head, almost pressing against the questions that emerged in Strange's heart.

He replied softly:

"It was me who sealed your memory. Ordinary people should not intervene in the magic world too deeply. I have asked you for your opinion, and you are willing to let me seal your memory."

"Because you were a hopeless materialist at that time, you didn't believe in the existence of any fantasy power."

"You use the meager knowledge you have learned to build a high wall for your life, try to explain in a way that you can see through the leopard, and try to understand the real world..."

"But after you see the burning skeleton and the gods holding the hammer, you can't accept it."

"Your world is almost collapsed, so you are eager to forget those 'unscientific' images, so as to preserve your normal will and save your normal life."

Speaking of this, Merlin raised her head.

His blue eyes stared at the confused soul in front of him, and he said:

"You long to see the truth, and your whole life is hoping to pursue more advanced medical technology. You have opened a hole in the wall of reality and tried to touch the future."

"You once had the opportunity to turn that hole into a real door, but unfortunately, the opportunity was right in front of you. Facing the door to a new world, you chose to give up and turn back to the normal world."

"But this world is always so generous to talented people, and you have a second chance."

"Stephen Strange..."

Merlin put together the comic book in his hands and asked seriously:

"Let me ask you, in your eyes, what is true?"

"Where am I?"

Dr. Strange didn't understand Merlin's question at all, nor did he explain the answer to Merlin's question.

Instead, he looked around, his eyes stayed on the gorgeous and incredible golden castle beside them for a few seconds, and then looked at the streaming wall at the end of the garden.

He said:

"This is probably not the real world, right? Am I in a weird magic barrier or fantasy story? Is this an adventure? Wait, I remember... my car was ruined, am I dead?"

"Is this hell? How about Palmer? Is she okay?"

Strange asked many questions like a continuous cannon.

Merlin was a little disappointed.

The answer he wanted was not this series of rhetorical questions.

Um...

Faced with emergencies, this guy is not calm, just like the thinking of an ordinary person, unable to control his excessive curiosity, and he cannot pay attention to the focus of the problem at all.

It is even more impossible to extract truly useful information directly from Merlin's series of prompts.

He does not meet the basis for being an excellent spellcaster, nor does he show any more desire for magic.

Even though he had recovered his sealed memory, he was obviously still immersed in his past life. If he could, this guy would definitely turn around and leave.

But the magic affinity is really good...

Compared with Billy Batson, he is not much of arrogance. He is a rare magical physique among humans, but that's it.

He has lived as an ordinary person for more than 30 years. Even an uncarved piece of jade has exhausted all possibilities in his ordinary life and turned into a stubborn stone.

However, Merlin did not deny Strange's future.

Because he himself has only been exposed to magic since he became an adult. If he could become a great wizard, then Strange would be able to regain his lost talent.

But the problem is that there is not much time left for him.

“This is the dream world.”

Merlin answered Strange's question softly, and he said in the order he asked:

"This is not an adventure either. A lady I respect is willing to give you a chance to become a saint, and I came for this."

"And, you are not dead yet, but you have indeed encountered unexpected disasters."

"Your body is lying in the treatment compartment of Baxter Building in a severely injured state. Your ribs are almost comminuted fractures, internal organs are bleeding, accompanied by a strong concussion, and your left eye is almost blind, but there is still a possibility of recovery."

Merlin said slowly:

"But the worst thing about your career is the injury to your ten fingers and bones of your hands. Judging by my shallow medical knowledge, even if you eventually recover, you won't be able to pick up the scalpel."

"In the end, Dr. Palmer Christine is standing 3.7 meters away from your treatment chamber. She has just received a simple trauma treatment and woke up from her coma."

"But she doesn't care about her own pain, she is praying for you."

"Is this how?"

Strange seemed to be mentally prepared for his situation.

He did not show too shocked, he was just very sad, and despair was growing inside.

He believed in Merlin's judgment.

He could no longer be a doctor, and all his past was drawn by disasters and his honor, his proud hands, his future, everything became dim.

Despair is followed by panic, panic accompanied by anger, hysteria, and a hint of confusion about the future.

He is being swallowed by his own negative emotions.

"Bang"

The sound of fingers knocking on the table woke Strange from his random thoughts.

He looked up and looked into Merlin's eyes.

The latter put something on the table and pushed it towards Strange.

The Lord said softly:

“I have a little advice about your career planning, Stephen Strange.”

"Stop being a doctor..."
Chapter completed!