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It seemed to be breathing as if it were alive.
“Ian…Ian’s spellbook…this is probably no coincidence.” Doctor Strange murmured, his fingertips lightly tracing the cover. The book glowing was something he had never encountered before.
This book has been sealed away for many years.
It has existed in the library since the birth of Kamar-Taj.
however.
It had never shone with golden light before today. One accident followed another, and Doctor Strange, a well-versed reader of detective novels, believed this was definitely not just a coincidence.
"According to my irresponsible bastard teacher, the origin of this book is untraceable, but it is at least two thousand years old and was discovered along with our Kamar-Taj heritage artifacts."
Doctor Strange ripped open his collar and pulled out an ancient pendant—a small metal disc inlaid with an emerald green gem, its surface etched with runes identical to those on the title page of his spellbook. The Time Stone, sealed in a container, was now held in Doctor Strange's hand, a faint green light flickering within it.
"Because of this book, it is called the Eye of Ian, and it is rumored to be an artifact from an ancient, higher dimension." Doctor Strange has read through almost all of Kamar-Taj's books more than once over the years, which is why familiar memories flooded back when he recalled the name Ian.
"Ian, Ian's spellbook, Ian's Eye of the Artifacts."
She began to murmur again.
The Time Stone shimmered faintly in its container, reflecting Doctor Strange's pensive face. He felt as if he were possessed by Sherlock Holmes, his mind racing as he pieced together clues.
1. The boy knew of the existence of the Sorcerer Supreme, but knew nothing about the modern magic system.
2. The boy mentioned dimensional demons, Dormammu, and Cyttorak, names that no one knew.
3. The opponent's powerful magical talent even made the Sanctuary submit to him.
……
this moment.
Doctor Strange's pupils contracted sharply, realizing he might have truly grasped the truth.
"He is an ancient being who has awakened from his slumber!" Doctor Strange's pupils swelled violently, as if he had just been diagnosed with retinal disease, and his fingers tapped the table unconsciously.
"Yes, perhaps that's why he seemed so contradictory. He clearly knew about mages, yet I sensed his ignorance of the magical world."
"Actually, it's probably just me who's ignorant. What he's been talking about is probably an ancient secret, a true history that has been submerged in the river of time!"
"What dimensional demon god, demon lord... He's subtly revealing his identity and testing me, testing the only Sorcerer Supreme of this generation who might pose a threat to him!"
Think of this.
Doctor Strange was greatly shocked.
His tapping on the table quickened. The temperature in the library seemed to drop several degrees. Doctor Strange's breath condensed into white mist in the cold air.
It's also possible that Doctor Strange's mind is in turmoil.
after all.
Based on this speculation, Stephen Strange, a top expert in the medical field, also realized with his extraordinary intelligence that he had probably leaked information that should not be leaked.
"My answer was tantamount to telling him that there were no more demons or dimensional demons in this world, and that he had become the only surviving demon after some earth-shattering event!"
Doctor Strange felt he had connected all the clues. Sure enough, all those mystery novels he had read over the years had paid off. He even connected Ian’s “arrogant” departure after pushing him down at the end—wasn’t that a sign that the Sorcerer Supreme, who had no backing, was no longer taken seriously?
That act of abducting a food delivery girl!
It's just blatant arrogance, showing that they can do whatever they want!
“This is amazing!”
Doctor Strange was astonished by his own deductions. Could there really have been such a legendary era in the past? Was there truly a glorious age where sorcerers could gain magical powers without effort?
"This is no longer the time for me to envy those mages. If demons and demon gods truly existed in this world, does that mean that boy..."
Doctor Strange's fingertips trembled.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
"That boy is the legendary evil villain who only exists in stories?" What an unfamiliar term, yet it made Doctor Strange gasp and feel a chill run down his spine.
Stop talking about him.
Even his teacher, the Ancient One, probably never encountered anything like this. The Supreme Master had already reached the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation, and his daily life of eating and sleeping had likely continued for generations.
Saying nice things and swindling money on the street is the daily routine of the Sorcerer Supreme... But now, a real, ancient threat has actually appeared?
"Am I the only one who can stop the disaster?"
An unprecedented emotion rose within Doctor Strange; unease and excitement intertwined in his veins. He felt that his empty life might finally have found its meaning.
"Will I become...a hero?"
Doctor Strange felt his pores gradually relax. He wasn't someone who particularly enjoyed self-sacrifice, but his dull life was finally experiencing a hard-won ripple.
How could we not seize this opportunity?
He said he was going to Stark Tower!
At this moment, Doctor Strange, his blood boiling, felt his mind was more active than ever before, and he predicted one evil plan after another that could be exploited by Stark Industries.
he knows.
I need to do something.
A red cloak flew in automatically and draped over the shoulders of the man burdened with responsibility. He grabbed the Time Gem pendant, hung it around his neck, stood up, and ran towards the door.
but.
After more than ten seconds, Doctor Strange returned.
"Thank you. No wonder my bastard teacher said I was the smartest of all the Sorcerers."
He kissed the Sherlock Holmes book; without reading it, he felt he wouldn't have such a logically rigorous way of thinking as Holmes.
"Now, you are my Watson."
Doctor Strange patted the cloak on his back and ran towards the door again—his figure disappeared outside the door. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he even forgot to close the library door.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the door hinges turned silently, slowly closing.
"Snapped."
An old hand gently pressed on the door, sealing the gap completely.
"Hey~"
A deep sigh followed.
“This is simply too clever…” The slightly hunched old man stood in the quiet library, the sleeves of his yellow robe hanging down. He was the bastard teacher who had already died in Doctor Strange’s memories.
The previous generation's Supreme Master.
Ancient One.
"Those who haven't been beaten up will always need to experience some setbacks." The Ancient One's bald head gleamed warmly in the candlelight, a helpless smile playing on her lips.
Inside the library, the dust settled again, and time seemed to flow exceptionally slowly. He walked slowly to the center of the room, his gaze fixed on the book, "Ian's Magic Book."
"I've studied it for eight hundred years, and there's not a single ounce of magic in it. Turns out, the book's owner didn't know magic at all." The Ancient One put the golden book back on the shelf.
“Our Supreme Master will help me figure out what’s going on.”
"However, I have to be careful. I don't want him to actually believe the nonsense I'm spouting and think that after death he can go to heaven and earth and travel the universe... becoming a free astral spirit."
Gu Yi muttered to himself as he walked to a hanging hemp rope, raised his hand and re-tied the knot into a slipknot. He tugged at it a couple of times to make sure no one would die from hanging before he felt a little relieved.
"Tonight I have to appear in his dream again and tell him that if no successor is found, even dying a heroic death won't count." Gu Yi muttered to herself, her figure gradually disappearing into the empty room.
"Still thinking of borrowing other people's power? Ha, a mage has to rely on himself... Even beings as great as eternity can't be trusted." The remnants of the Ancient One in the room slowly disappeared.
He is a physical entity.
It's just that I've left this place again.
……
new York.
Over Manhattan.
Ian bounced between buildings like a human cannonball.
Of course, someone will witness his actions.
"Ahhh—look! There's someone hopping in the sky! Is he a rabbit-man?" Exclamations of surprise could be heard from the street below every now and then.
"Oh my god, he must be delivering food."
A girl pointed to the sky, her voice filled with amazement.
"That's really amazing. If I had his skills, I can't even imagine how many tips I could earn in a day," the girl's boyfriend exclaimed with envy.
He was probably a food delivery guy.
"Can't you be a little more ambitious? With this kind of ability, why are you delivering food? You should go to Mexico and import local specialties—avocados are so expensive there, they're incredibly expensive here."
The girl sternly rebuked her boyfriend for his short-sightedness.
Her boyfriend looked ashamed.
“You’re right, I could actually go to Cuba to smuggle cigars.”
This really made her boyfriend start fantasizing.
"Reselling tobacco? Isn't that a bit too shady?"
The girl also started to worry about her boyfriend's character.
That's why they say people who aren't family don't enter the same door.
Both of them are quite imaginative.
Thankfully, no one called the police—it seems that New Yorkers in this world accept that "jumping bodysuit perverts" are part of the city's infrastructure.
perhaps.
Is it because excessive evil has never existed in this world?
Between leaps.
Ian has already left the Holy Sanctuary.
"Don't move, you're making my shoulder uncomfortable." Gwen Stacy, like a cat with its fur standing on end, gripped the back of Ian's collar tightly, her face full of exasperation.