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

The "broken crayon"—the pickup truck that crashed into his car—sat under the beam of his headlights.

In the driver's seat was Christine, her face covered in blood.

A shard of glass was embedded in the other person's heart.

"No! No! No!"

He looked helplessly at Christine, who was once again facing a life-threatening crisis, and was overcome with immense pain.

He wanted to tell himself that this was just a dream.

A long journey after I fell asleep, a long night, a heavy smog.

He was trying to hypnotize himself into believing that what he was seeing was not real.

But the harsh reality told him that this was reality, and he had messed up again!

"No, I still have a chance to change things!"

As he spoke, he immediately manipulated the Eye of Agamotto, resetting the time back to before the departure.

"I'll give it to you, Strange."

"Time returns to the starting point," Christine said to Strange.

Strange took a deep breath and calmed his agitated mind.

“You look beautiful today, Christine.”

"is it?"

Christine looked at him suspiciously. "Are you alright, Strange?"

"Yes, my attitude towards life has changed a bit. From now on, can I treat you to a steak? I'm suddenly craving that taste."

Since a car accident is inevitable tonight, the two of them shouldn't drive.

He refused to believe that he couldn't avoid the car accident even after all that.

"of course can."

Christine looked at him with a smile.

“I’m very pleased to see this change you’ve made, Strange.”

In a restaurant near the hospital, Strange looked at his hands with some embarrassment.

He can no longer hold a scalpel, and he can't even cut a steak.

Seeing her boyfriend's embarrassment, Christine took the initiative to serve him his steak.

"I think this thing is different from a scalpel."

She brandished her knife and fork at Strange, "I can handle this for you."

"Thank you!"

Strange smiled and thanked the other person.

Just as Christine was cutting his steak, she didn't notice a car veer off course and crash into them.

"Oh!"

The out-of-control car smashed through the glass and crashed straight into Christine.

"No!"

"I still have a chance!"

He stood up and reversed time once again.

This time, he didn't let Christine drive, nor did he go to the roadside restaurant. Instead, he had her stay with him at the hospital.

Surely there won't be any danger this way?

As it turned out, Christine did not get into a car accident this time, but she was kidnapped by a robber who broke in to steal medicine.

The other party claimed that they only wanted to obtain the medicine to save their son and did not want to hurt anyone.

Christine was moved by the robbers and volunteered to replace another hostage.

But when the other party was surrounded by the police, he accidentally pulled the trigger in a moment of excitement, piercing Christine's heart.

Back in Kamar-Taj, Strange, holding the Eye of Agamotto, was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

No, it's not time to give up yet.

There is another point in time.

Strange immediately began making hand gestures, returning to another point in time—before the time of his car accident.

This time, Peter stood in front of him instead.

"It's been a long time since we last met."

Strange, who had just undergone surgery, looked at Peter, who was greeting him, while wearing his surgical gown.

He looked around and confirmed that he was back on the night of the car accident.

This time he saw it very clearly: when Peter greeted him, he glanced at his hands.

Strange, not wanting to show anything amiss, walked up to Peter and said, "Speaking of which, I don't have your contact information yet. Perhaps to avoid an awkward situation, I think we can exchange contact information."

He remembered that at this time, he planned to exchange contact information with Peter.

"of course can."

Peter nodded and took out his phone.

"Does Dr. Strange enjoy playing on his phone?"

Peter suddenly asked him a question.

"Uh, no, it's just that sometimes I like to look at CT medical records on my phone. You know, I'm a bit short on time."

He continued to answer Peter based on his previous memory.

"That's good."

Peter nodded. "I don't think it's safe to look at CT scan records while driving, especially in this heavy rain. Don't you agree, Doctor?"

"of course."

Strange nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "If I don't drive tonight, Peter, do you think those predetermined things will still happen?"

Peter seemed surprised by the question and paused for a moment.

"What is a given, Dr. Strange?"

"Those things that changed your life."

"Who knows? But fate likes to play tricks on people. It's like a cat, and humans are like mice. When a mouse meets a cat, it's probably doomed."

Peter said something that made him think.

"Good luck, Dr. Strange."

After saying this, Peter turned and left.

Strange stood there, watching him leave.

He took out his phone and dialed the conference organizer directly, canceling his schedule for tonight's meeting.

"Boom!"

A clap of thunder sounded outside, and the window shook slightly.

Looking at the heavy rain outside, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

As expected, it wasn't just my guess; Peter definitely knew his fate.

Also, driving in the rain is indeed a dangerous thing.

This time, because he was driving his Lamborghini on a mountain road in the rain, no accident occurred.

He remained cautious for the next few days, but life went smoothly.

He had always thought there would be some other accident that caused his hand to be shattered and broken.

For example, a medical accident, or getting your finger pinched by a door when opening it.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Two weeks later, Strange was in his hospital office, picking up a cup of coffee that Christine had given him.

His gaze inadvertently fell upon the television in the hallway outside.

The television was broadcasting the latest news about the accident, and a large number of patients, doctors, and nurses had gathered around.

"We have received an update on the shopping mall fire, which has claimed more than ten lives, including Dr. Christine Palmer of New York-Presbyterian Hospital, an emergency and trauma specialist."

Strange stared in shock at the news on television, the coffee cup slipping from his hand and shattering on the floor.

"No!"

Unwilling to accept defeat, he restarted time again, returning to the time when he met Peter.

He again chose not to drive to the meeting and remained in the hospital.

A week later, Christine died after her hands were destroyed in a medical device accident.

Come again!

"Pfft!"

After countless attempts, Strange knelt before the mangled car, letting out a agonizing roar, "No! Why?!"

"Buzz!"

In mid-air, a portal opened.

The Ancient One slowly emerged from within.

Good evening, Strange. Is your car broken?

Strange, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and looked at the sorcerer who was telling hellish jokes.

The car broke down? Why didn't you just say you can't park here?