I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Strange, who couldn't understand what the other person was saying, assumed that the other person wanted him to buy something.

So he looked at the little money in his wallet, and reluctantly took out a bill and handed it to the other person.

After skillfully taking the money, the other party replied in fluent English, "I don't know."

Strange: "?!"

So you can speak English?

Indeed, one must remain vigilant everywhere.

After realizing he had been tricked, Strange could only swallow his pride and resentment.

After wandering aimlessly around the streets for half a day, Strange finally caught the attention of someone with ulterior motives.

Unfortunately, the people who noticed him were not from Kamar-Taj, but rather local thieves.

Just as Strange was taking out his money to buy some food, "whoosh," a figure came and instantly stole his wallet.

"Hey!"

Upon seeing his wallet being snatched, Strange immediately gave chase.

But the other party ran very fast and was very familiar with the local terrain. Soon, he was led into a winding alley and disappeared.

Panting, he looked around at his surroundings.

The bizarre architecture quickly made him dizzy.

The figure that appeared to be the thief reappeared behind him.

Clutching his head, he immediately threw a punch without thinking.

As a result, his fist was blocked.

An Asian man stood in front of him.

"Be careful, your fists are weak and powerless, you might hurt yourself."

Strange looked at the burly man in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"

“I am the Ancient One, and I am the person you are looking for.”

In the quiet and mysterious room before him, a woman dressed in a yellow monk's robe spoke to him.

Strange was still a little dizzy at this point.

He didn't know why, but somehow he ended up here following that Asian man named "Wang".

"Can you help my hand recover?"

He swallowed hard and asked the bald woman in front of him, who exuded a powerful aura of authority, "Can you help me bring Christine back?"

With her hands behind her back, the Ancient One said to him, "We cannot change what has been done, Strange."

"Do you know my name?"

Strange stared at her in shock.

"Of course, I have been waiting for you for years."

"You...you waited for me? You mean you already knew I was coming? You guided me here?"

“It wasn’t me who guided you, Strange; it was you who followed your own heart.”

Strange looked at the "female monk" who seemed to be deliberately mysterious.

He looked around and said to the Ancient One, "Hmm, that Buddhist kind of spiritual meditation, right? Unfortunately, I don't believe in these things. I believe more in rationality above science. I believe my thoughts are superior to my soul."

Gu Yi shook her head. "Any thought is finite. It is both directed at finite things and effective within a finite scope. The soul, on the other hand, points to infinite existence. It is both an infinite pursuit and ultimately returns to infinite mystery, as well as infinite mutual interference and infinite possibilities of composition."

She spoke as she walked forward.

"Thoughts are merely tools that enable us to 'know' and 'know what we don't know,' while the soul is our destination, demanding love and trust in love."

"Dr. Strange, your mind has given you confidence and arrogance, but you have never touched your soul."

Strange took a deep breath. "I follow my soul, so can I change all of this? Listen, all I want is to heal my hands, I don't care about anything else. Please tell me, can you do it?"

"Of course you can't."

The Ancient One turned to her and said, “Dr. Strange, you are always outstanding, not because you crave success, but because you are afraid of failure. Therefore, you cannot achieve great things, nor can you change your destiny.”

Strange looked at her. "Let me tell you, I've failed more than once, but I've always been chasing success. You know what I'm thinking right now? I'll find a way to get my hand back and Christine back. I'll pay any price for it."

And you

His tone was filled with anger, "I don't care about your opinion, you who are always belittling others, because you are just a speck of dust that no one cares about, insignificantly floating in the world, and nobody pays attention to you."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

The Ancient One said behind him, "You want to go back to the past, you have the delusion that you can control everything, even death. But no one can control death, not even the gods."

"Then I'll prove it to you!"

“Your inflated ego can’t do all this, Stephen.”

The Ancient One smiled slightly and gently clapped her hands.

Strange, who was photographed by her, was struck dumb, and his soul seemed to leave his body in an instant.

A colorful passageway opened up before him, and everything in front of him came to a standstill.

A feeling of lightness rose within him.

Then he instantly arrived at a familiar place.

He was there the day before Christine's car accident.

"Hey, Christine."

In the hospital corridor, Strange excitedly reached out and touched the other person's face.

"I'm so sorry, that wasn't the real me, I shouldn't have said those things."

Just as he was apologizing to Christine, her face suddenly underwent a change that shocked him.

The pitch-black void surged in and swallowed Christine whole.

It started with the face, then the body and limbs.

In his shock and disbelief, Christine was instantly swallowed up.

The entire world was rapidly dissolved and disappeared; the world seemed to be collapsing.

The sounds of melting metal and collapsing buildings filled the air, and a piercing roar echoed outwards.

"No! No! No! Christine!"

Just as he roared in frustration, the scene before him rapidly changed.

He seemed to have entered a deep hell, with one terrifying scene after another.

Many times, evil things appeared before him one after another, until finally everything seemed to be engulfed in terrifying darkness.

"boom!"

The final sound tore through the darkness, and the last presence, Peter Parker, appeared before him—something he hadn't expected.

Everything before my eyes suddenly changed, and my soul abruptly returned to my body.

"what did you do to me?!"

Once he returned to normal, he roared at the Ancient One.

He was furious that the Ancient One had created these illusions.

“I did nothing to you, Stephen.”

The Ancient One said something that stunned him: "It is you. All of these things you see are your dreams, dreams that you can't recall or don't want to remember. I'm just showing you things you don't want to see."

Chapter 299 says, "Who is Hermione?"

"what?"

Strange was slightly out of breath, staring at the other person in disbelief.

“I said. That’s your dream, something you don’t want to touch, Strange.”

"No, that feeling wasn't like a dream; it was both real and unreal. What drug did you give me?"

He took a deep breath and asked the other person, "Is it a hallucinogenic drug burned in incense?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the incense burning in the room.

"Just incense, incense to calm you down, Stephen."

Strange grabbed his hair, still unable to believe it was a dream.

Why are you doing this to me?

The Ancient One smiled slightly, "I'm just asking you to recognize your own heart."

Strange seemed not to hear him and continued, "Why did I see Christine disappear? And why did I see Peter Parker after all the monsters disappeared into the darkness?"

“You should ask yourself, Mr. Strange.”

The Ancient One calmly said to him, "You know the irreversibility of death and you know the price of it. The monster deep within you lurks in the unfathomable depths, appearing as Peter Parker."

When Gu Yi mentioned Peter, her expression changed slightly.

As a seasoned Sorcerer Supreme, she was certainly aware of Spider-Man's existence.

They also knew that the Dark Book had once fallen into the hands of the other party.

Despite exploring countless worlds and dark, obscure spaces in search of the unusual dark creatures under Peter Parker's command, she had found nothing.

Furthermore, she wasn't telling the truth about Strange.

Strange's dream was not an ordinary dream.

The dream he had, which he believed would become the Supreme Master in the future, represented some omens of the future.

Will Peter Parker be the darkness after all darkness?

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