As a high-profile star in the American medical community, Stephen Strange is not only good at practice, but also has rich theoretical knowledge. He has an in-depth understanding of modern medicine and even the entire scientific system.
Although there were always rumors about it, he never believed in the so-called magic. At most, he thought it was a phenomenon that science could not explain for the time being.
In his view, scientific spirit is one of the few concepts in the world that can be extremely affirmed, and is even more legitimate than justice.
Believing in the correctness of the scientific spirit is like believing that meteorites always fall into craters.
But Stephen has no time to discuss these issues now. He only has one pursuit now, which is to heal his hand.
So although this guy got more and more ridiculous as he talked, he finally decided to give it a try and went to what he called the "mysterious East", Nepal, which is located on the side of the Himalayas and the hometown of Buddha.
What happened next changed Stephen's life even more.
As he wished, he found the legendary magician organization, the Supreme Sanctuary, and joined it as he wished, becoming a magician.
In the first few months after entering the Supreme Sanctuary, he did not show any superhuman talent in learning most magics. In order to master the portal, he almost froze to death in the Himalayas.
Except for time magic.
When he first learned of the existence of this kind of magic, Stephen was deeply attracted by it and began to collect knowledge in this area.
And he started a practice soon after, and it was not until later that he realized that playing time magic was much scarier than driving irregularly.
Theoretically, time magic has the potential to disrupt the operation of the entire universe, causing the earth to collapse instantly like a clod of soil being run over by a wheel.
Thanks to his extraordinary talent, he successfully mobilized the power of the magical Eye of Agamotto in the Supreme Sanctuary in his first practice without causing any terrible consequences.
He was eventually reprimanded by other mages and invited to tea by his teacher, Master Gu Yi, who was said to be seven hundred years old.
What surprised Stephen was that Master Gu Yi had no intention of criticizing him at all, but just talked to him as if nothing had happened.
"...When you touched the Eye of Agamotto, did you see anything?" Master Ancient One said lightly, taking a sip of tea.
"It seems so." Stephen frowned, "I seem to have seen a scene from the past."
"What sight?"
Stephen said: "The day you sent me to the Himalayas, it seemed like a hammer fell from the sky and landed in the nearby snow-capped mountains."
"I didn't notice it at the time, but in the Eyes of Agamotto, I looked back on the day and discovered the existence of that hammer... What was it?"
Gu Yi took a sip of tea, and then said slowly and meaningfully: "That is the fate that is coming quietly."
Stephen blinked.
Ancient One said again: "It's like you came to Kathmandu and became a magician."
"You mean, these are all fate?" Stephen asked, a little unbelievable.
"These have nothing to do with you for the time being." Gu Yi did not continue and put down the tea cup, "You have more important responsibilities. For you, the first priority now is to study hard."
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Himalayas, snowy plateau.
The place is shrouded in ice and snow, and the place is completely white. The cold and hypoxic environment makes almost no one want to come here except for climbers.
In fact, even climbers are reluctant to come here because this is not a famous mountain, just an ordinary place on the snowy plateau.
Today it welcomed a visitor.
Accompanied by the howling cold wind, the helicopter slowly landed in the snow, and then a... humanoid creature descended from it.
From the perspective of an onlooker, it is difficult to tell that she is human.
She has blood-red skin that looks like it has been peeled off. Her head looks like a skeleton, bald and without any hair. The dry skin seems to be directly attached to the skull, and her nose is also missing part of the cartilage.
Judging from the curves, she should be a woman. Men generally do not have such exaggerated pectoralis major muscles.
"Yes, this is it." She stepped off the helicopter, looked at the snowy scene around her, and murmured excitedly, her voice hoarse.
Her name is Cynthia Schmidt.
Today, when Hydra has been basically destroyed, not many people know about her, but no one knows about her father, who was Hitler's assistant during World War II, the famous Red Skull John Schmidt.
Schmidt was originally injected with a super soldier serum similar to Captain America. This serum gave him physical strength far beyond that of ordinary people, but it also caused him to lose his human appearance and become the Red Skull.
Facts have proved that the transformation of the serum is thorough and permanent. As the daughter of the Red Skull, Cynthia has perfectly inherited her father's genes.
She looks like a red skull with breasts.
Naturally, Cynthia came to the Himalayas not to climb mountains or anything else. This would not be a challenge to her. The purpose of her coming here was to pursue a dream.
In the same dream she had repeatedly, there was something nearby that was destined to belong to her.
"Let's go." Cynthia said, and set off with a few followers.
She walked forward in the white snow.
There was no terrain to easily identify the location, but she seemed to feel some kind of guidance and headed in one direction with almost no twists and turns.
"Schmidt, what exactly are you looking for?" the person accompanying asked.
"Destiny," Cynthia said, "you will find out soon."
Ten minutes later.
Cynthia stopped and looked at her feet.
This seemed to be just an ordinary piece of snow, but she seemed to see a treasure under the snow. She leaned over to push away the ice and snow without hesitation, her eyes eager.
The ice and snow were pushed aside at will, and a warhammer appeared in front of her eyes. There was an eye-catching mysterious symbol engraved on the warhammer. She seemed to have seen it in a mural about Norse mythology.
"I finally found it." Cynthia smiled.
"A hammer?" The person accompanying him reached out and tried to lift the war hammer out of the snow, but was surprised to find that he couldn't lift it at all.
He immediately put his hands together and exerted all his strength, but he still couldn't move the warhammer at all: "Why can't I lift it?"
"Because it doesn't belong to you." Cynthia said, "Get out of the way and let me come."
She held the handle of the hammer, and the next scene had played out countless times in her dreams - she lifted the hammer easily.
"boom--"
Just hearing a roar, powerful energy surged out from the war hammer and merged into her body, instantly changing her image. The biggest change was that she had hair, braided into Nordic braids.
