Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 267 Strange searches for Kamar-Taj, the script begins!
Billy knew exactly what kind of person Strange was, so he wasn't surprised by his rejection. Without pausing, he continued:
"There was also a 22-year-old woman who had an electrical stimulator implanted in her brain to control her schizophrenia, and she was struck by lightning."

"Hmm, this sounds interesting. Could you send it to me? ...Okay, I got it."

Before Strange could finish speaking, an X-ray image of his head appeared on his car's screen.

Strange examined the X-ray of his head and saw a three-centimeter-long black mark on the left side of his skull, which was clearly a foreign object embedded in his brain.

Strange became more interested in the photograph after taking a quick look at it; it happened to be a rather bizarre ailment that was within his capabilities.

But before he could examine it closely, perhaps because he was distracted, he slightly wobbled the steering wheel.

However, at high speeds, even the slightest change in the steering wheel can have a huge impact.

Coincidentally, as Strange's sports car veered to the right due to the movement of the steering wheel, another car was located to Strange's right.

The next moment, the sports car collided head-on with another car, causing Strange to lose his balance and the steering wheel to turn wildly to the right uncontrollably.

As a result, the sports car began to turn sharply to the right, causing it to skid and begin to spin 360 degrees.

The tires screeched violently against the ground, emitting a piercing screech, and the sparks they kicked up traced chaotic paths in the rainy night.

Finally, the car body spun like an out-of-control top, first crashing hard into the guardrail with a deafening sound of metal twisting and deforming, and then the whole car rolled down the hillside.

The sports car rolled repeatedly, during which Strange struggled to stay inside the driver's seat.

He was now almost suffocating from the seatbelt, and the shattered glass, like sharp blades, had cut countless wounds on his face and hands, with warm blood flowing down his face mixed with rainwater.

Fragments of the dashboard flew everywhere, hitting him hard, and his proud hands were twisted into bizarre angles by the impact, the excruciating pain making his vision go black.

Finally, the battered car crashed into a thick tree, making a dull thud before coming to a complete stop.

He slumped in his chair, his consciousness fading. He looked down with difficulty at his hands, those hands that once held the scalpel with precision, now hanging limply at his sides, as if they had lost their souls.

The rain continued to fall, the icy rainwater pouring in through the broken car windows, washing away the mess inside the car, and also washing away the last glimmer of hope in Strange's heart.

Based on the extent of his injuries, Strange concluded that there was only one person in the entire medical community who could get him to pick up the scalpel again.

But what's truly despairing is that the person in question was himself!

An overwhelming sense of despair enveloped Strange, and he finally fainted.

In his hazy state of consciousness, Strange vaguely sensed that his body was being lifted up, and then he seemed to see his colleague Christine looking at him anxiously, telling him to hold on.

Strange's consciousness was in a daze for an unknown period of time; his last memory was that he seemed to be wheeled into the operating room.

When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, the smell of disinfectant instantly filled his nostrils, and at the same time, the pain all over his body overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Just then, a pleasant female voice came from the side:

"Hey, Strange, it's okay, everything will be alright!"

Strange glanced to the side and saw Christine, his best female nurse and also the object of his affections.

In the past, no matter how anxious he was, he would never show it in front of Christine, after all, she was the girl he liked very much.

But now, Strange no longer had that thought; he was only concerned about the condition of his hands.

His hands are his pride and the key to his livelihood. It can be said that if he lost his hands, everything he has now would be gone.

Strange struggled to move his neck, and when his unfocused gaze focused on his palm, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints—countless steel needles, like black thorns, grotesquely protruded from under his skin, and countless grotesque stitched wounds covered his palm.

"what!"

He reflexively tried to shake off his hands, only to find that his wrists were firmly fixed in place by a metal brace.

The violent movements aggravated the wound, the steel needles trembled slightly with the muscle spasms, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He twisted his body like a madman, letting out muffled roars, and the metal frame slammed against the bed rails with a piercing clang.

"What is this!" His voice was hoarse and torn, his tearful question echoing in the ward, "What did they do to me?"

Christine's face showed reluctance, and she said in a tearful voice:
"They brought you here by helicopter and it took them a long time to find you, but you've already missed the golden time for treating nerve damage..."

An agitated Strange had no patience to wait for Christine's explanation and questioned her again:
"What on earth did they do to me?!"

When questioned again, Christine's face contorted with pain, and she gritted her teeth as she said:
"Eleven stainless steel nails were inserted into the bone, multiple ligaments were torn, and the nerves in both hands were severely damaged. The surgery lasted for a full eleven hours."

These words forced Strange to confront reality, and he said resentfully:
"Look at these restraints, how ugly they are..."

"No one could have done it better."

“I can do better.”

The entire room fell silent; this was the most despairing thing.

In the current neuroscience field, there is only one person who can restore Strange to his original form, and that person is himself.

Suddenly, Strange's previous dejection vanished, and he became energized again:

"No, not necessarily, I have another way!"

Christine, thinking Strange had gone mad from the shock, asked worriedly:

"Strange, calm down, there's still a chance things can turn around!"

“Yes, there really is a possibility of turning things around, Christine. Do you remember the Sorcerer Supreme? I have met him before, and he once told me that when I encounter difficulties that I cannot overcome, I can go to Kamar-Taj!”

"Yes, I'll set off immediately to find Kamar-Taj!"

This time, Christine did not refute it.

The existence of the Sorcerer Supreme is already a consensus among all citizens of Earth, and the existence of magic is naturally the same.

Such an injury might be incurable for a mortal, but Christine had no doubt that it was not even a minor injury for the Sorcerer Supreme!

Christine's face hardened, and she declared, "I'll go with you!"

Strange felt a lump in his throat; even in his most desperate moment, Christine hadn't given up on him.

"Thank you, Christine, thank you!"

……

Kathmandu, Nepal.

As the morning mist slowly lifts like a veil, Kathmandu reveals itself to the world like a mysterious gem sculpted by time. The first golden rays of the rising sun pierce through the clouds, scattering across the ancient, well-arranged buildings, bathing the city in a sacred glow.

Strange and Christine dragged their suitcases down the dilapidated steps, and the heat of Kathmandu, carrying the scents of spices and humus, hit them.

After a period of investigation, they discovered that Kamar-Taj should be located in the Himalayas, and Kathmandu is undoubtedly one of the cities closest to the Himalayas.

They believe that clues related to Kamar-Taj can be found here.

The two slowly walked out of the airport and into the interior of Kathmandu.

On the streets, crowds surged like a tide, and the noise, hawking, and roar of motorcycles mingled together, creating a unique symphony of everyday life.

Christine seemed very happy; she enjoys traveling, especially now that she's with someone she likes.

But Strange had no such thoughts; he just wanted to find clues about Kamar-Taj in the city as quickly as possible.

Soon, Strange and Christine had explored all the city’s ancient temples and ruins, but found no trace of anything related to the extraordinary.

Just as Strange was feeling quite disappointed and was about to search in another city, he suddenly spotted a black man wearing a long black robe in the crowd.

!!!

Strange immediately recognized the robe; it was undoubtedly one of the robe styles from Kamar-Taj!

He ran quickly, trying to stop the black mage, but no matter how hard he chased, he couldn't get close to him in the crowd.

When he arrived at the sparsely populated open space, he was suddenly stunned to find that the black-robed black mage had vanished without a trace!
When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find himself in a dark, secluded alley, and Christine was nowhere to be seen.

Just as he was about to call and inquire about Christine's whereabouts, several burly, menacing thugs suddenly jumped out from the shadows and surrounded him.

Their eyes gleamed with greed, like wolves eyeing helpless lambs.

The ringleader, a gruesome scar on his face appearing even more terrifying in the dim light, smirked coldly and shouted in broken English:

"Hand over all your valuables!"

Strange was startled, but forced himself to calm down. "Excuse me, everyone, I don't have any money with me."

The thugs, of course, didn't believe it. The leader noticed the watch on Strange's wrist, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes, and commanded:
Give me your watch!

Strange's face stiffened. This was his most prized watch, engraved with Christine's name; how could he possibly hand it over? So he pleaded:

"Hey buddy, don't be like that. This is my last watch. It has great significance to me!"

But the gangsters showed no mercy. The leader reached out to take the watch, trying to snatch it away.

Seeing this, Strange, with a sudden burst of strength, broke free from the thugs' grasp: "You can't take this watch!"

Enraged by his resistance, the thugs surrounded him and rained blows on Strange.

Strange could only cover his head with his arms, curling up in pain as he was attacked with punches and kicks.

He was filled with resentment. He, who had once saved countless lives on the operating table, was now being bullied helplessly in a back alley in a foreign land.

Just as Strange was feeling desperate, a figure appeared like a ghost.

The man was dressed in a strangely styled outfit that exuded an air of mystery, and his eyes revealed determination and composure.

He stepped forward a few times, his movements nimble, and with a few punches and kicks, he beat the thugs to a pulp, leaving them lying on the ground screaming in pain.

Strange lay on the ground, still shaken. He looked up at his savior, his eyes filled with gratitude and confusion.

This mysterious person was none other than the black sorcerer he had just encountered!

Mordo looked down at Strange, who was huddled in the corner, raised his hand and waved it lightly. Strange's scattered wallet and watch floated back into his palm, the metal watch chain making a crisp clinking sound between his fingers.

When Yondu handed the watch and wallet to Strange, Strange asked hopefully:

"who are you?"

Strange struggled to his feet, his back still against the wall, trying to make himself look as good as possible.

Mordo turned and walked toward the alley entrance, his cloak billowing black ripples behind him:

"Come on, I know what you're after. If you want your hand healed, then follow me."

Emerging from the alley, Christine, who had rushed over, saw Strange's miserable state and quickly ran to his side, asking with concern:
"Strange, what's wrong?"

Strange, however, showed no sign of sadness; instead, he exclaimed with excitement:

"Christine, I found it! I found it!"

"What did you find?"

"Karmar-Taj!"

……

Mordo led Strange and Christine through the city, winding their way through the streets until they finally arrived at a magnificent temple.

Just as Strange and Christine thought this magnificent temple was the legendary Kamar-Taj, Mordo appeared in front of a dilapidated doorway.

Strange was very puzzled. He believed Kamar-Taj could not possibly be so shabby, located in a small room. So he asked in bewilderment:
"This? Are you sure it's here? That temple looks more like the real Kamar-Taj!"

Christine was equally puzzled, but she was more polite and didn't ask directly.

Mordo smiled and replied:
"I asked the same question before, though I wasn't very polite back then."

Can I give you some advice? Forget everything you think you know!

"Okay... well..."

Upon opening the door, what lay behind was not the dilapidated hut that Strange and Christine had imagined, but a vast square.

This square was completely different from any ordinary square, far exceeding Strange's imagination.

The entire plaza seems to be supported by a frozen galaxy, with the ground beneath your feet paved with translucent glass, and flowing starlight surging within it, as if sealing the entire starry sky within.

Countless magic lamps floated around the square, their pearly light reflecting off the gold leaf fragments drifting in the air, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene!

(End of this chapter)