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

To Wanda's astonishment, Peter's left leg lashed out at her chest like lightning.

A strong gust of wind rushed towards him, and the guy being attacked instinctively stretched out his arm to block.

However, he still underestimated the power Peter was unleashing.

Hit in the heart by a kick, the thug staggered backward, his whole body aching unbearably, as if he had lost consciousness for a moment.

Staggering backward, a sharp pain shot through his heart, his body became unsteady, and after a wave of emptiness washed over him, he collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.

The other thugs were also killed cleanly and efficiently before they could even get close to Peter.

Peter glanced down at the body on the ground, then walked toward Wanda, who was lying on the ground.

"Are you ok?"

"Uh, I'm fine. How did you do that?"

Wanda looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, swallowed hard, and asked him a question.

"This is a complex issue, and it might take a long time to explain. You are Wanda, right?"

"You know my name?"

Wanda watched him cautiously, feeling both admiration and fear for the strength Peter displayed.

I don't know if Peter is a bad person who is hostile to me.

Yes, I know your name.

He had previously asked Helen to have someone investigate Wanda's background.

Wanda was born to Natalia, a Gypsy. Because of her family's long line of wizards, Wanda possessed magical talent from a young age.

As an infant, she and her twin brother Quicksilver (who was born 30 seconds later than Scarlet Witch, hence the younger brother) were kidnapped by the Supreme Evolution and used as experimental subjects.

“I am here to bestow upon you magical talents; you may call me Mage Parker.”

Peter casually told her, "You're destined to be my disciple, which is why I'm here at this time."

"Master Puck? Are you kidding me?"

Wanda found it all incredible; although she was young, she wouldn't be easily deceived.

"Of course not. You also sensed the familiar aura emanating from me, didn't you? That's because we share the same magical origin."

Peter felt no guilt whatsoever about luring a little girl.

He used his mind watch to simulate a cool magic trick, which immediately stunned Wanda.

Wanda quickly accepted that Peter was a great sorcerer who had come to save her.

Midnight, at the hospital.

The light was blinding, and the smell of preservatives was unpleasant.

Wanda smells clean and fresh, yet for some reason, it also has a foul odor.

Although she didn't know why she felt this way.

She sat on a blue medical waste bin while her attending physician examined her.

"There is a mild concussion, but no brain hemorrhage. In this case, it's already quite good that there is only such minor trauma."

The attending physician genuinely believed that Wanda's injuries were caused by a car accident.

"Do you need me to have a tooth pulled? It's at the back of my mouth, and I don't think it looks good."

Wanda made her own small request.

She felt that one of her teeth was ugly, making her look like some kind of country girl whistling and wearing riding breeches.

"I don't think so. I'm not a dentist. Besides, you can't just pull teeth out like that."

The attending physician smiled and said to her, "You don't have a fracture. The good news is that you don't need stitches."

"So you're using this multi-stick stuff to treat me?"

Wanda looked curiously at the tools in the doctor's hand.

"This isn't a multi-stick, it's leather glue."

The attending physician explained it this way.

Then, yellowish-brown iodine was applied to the red and swollen areas on her hands, feet, and face.

This reminded Wanda of when she was a child, she would catch a grasshopper, and the insect would spit out a brown, sticky substance, which was like some kind of defense mechanism.

Peter waited silently by the side while the doctor treated Wanda.

After the doctor finished the treatment, he took Wanda out of the hospital.

"I don't really like this place."

Her voice was hoarse.

"That's normal, kids don't like hospitals."

"What about you, teacher?"

By this time, Wanda truly believed that Peter was the Sorcerer Supreme and was preparing to take her as his disciple.

"I don't like hospitals either, because I used to go to hospitals all the time."

He had dealt with Presbyterian Hospital quite a bit, including Dr. Ryan, Strange, and Christine.

Are you sure you don't want to talk to the police?

Peter asked Wanda, "The guys who aren't dead yet have been arrested by the police. If you want to talk to the police, you can get them punished faster."

Wanda had already called the police when she arrived—but she used an anonymous method.

"But if you go and explain it to the police yourself, won't you be exposed, teacher?"

Although Wanda had lived in the mountains for a long time, she knew that the law did not allow murder.

"It's okay, because I'm a foreigner."

Peter stated that he was a foreigner and therefore not subject to local laws.

Wanda nodded, though she found the logic of the statement a bit strange, but ultimately didn't voice her doubts.

"So, teacher, can I go abroad with you?"

"Of course, we're going to America."

Peter wants to take Wanda to America.

Not only because she is currently the vessel of the Dark Book, but also because if she could borrow the power of the Dark Book, she could allow Wanda to release its power.

Furthermore, Wanda herself is a powerful chaos mage.

Although his magical power is not strong enough yet, he is still a top-tier combatant who has not yet fully awakened.

Wanda was fascinated by Peter's power and mystery, so when she heard that Peter was going to America, she didn't hesitate much and immediately agreed.

As for her younger brother who was still on the mountain, she temporarily forgot about him.

at the same time.

Camustree Bookstore.

Strange looked at Auburn, who was old and frail and whose life was nearing its end.

The library owner, with gray hair, lay in bed coughing.

Strange sat down and took his hand.

Decades have passed, and his old friend, who had been by his side, is about to pass away, leaving him with a heavy heart.

Strange grasped Auburn's hand, wanting to say something.

"Now is not the time."

As he spoke, Strange made a hand gesture, preparing to reactivate the Eye of Agamotto, reverse time, and revive his old friend.

"No! Don't do this!"

Auburn stopped him, "Master Armani, you once used magic to keep yourself frozen for decades, but I choose to grow old naturally."

"I can turn back time, so you can live longer, live forever."

"No, stop talking, I won't accept this."

Auburn then started coughing again.

"You will die. You will disappear from here, Auburn."

Auburn shook his head and said, “Death is part of your plan, but not for me. You have your principles, and I have mine, my principles…” He drew out his words.

Strange understood Auburn's actions, even though he knew he was wrong, but there was no going back.

For decades in the Book City, he had been devouring dark creatures, and now he felt his magical power was incredibly strong.

He is now even somewhat engrossed in absorbing the magic and life force of dark creatures.

Addiction, perhaps, but there's a wonderful feeling to this kind of addiction.

But Christine's death has always been a psychological burden for him, like an anchor.

“I will steer everything back on track,” Strange said. “As long as I exist.”

Auburn coughed violently again. "Don't you understand? Master Armani, you are not whole."

"what?"

"Your life is incomplete. You are not the only Doctor Strange in this universe."

Strange looked at him in shock. "You mean, another version of me has appeared?"

"Yes, someone must have tampered with the timeline. Another version of you has appeared. He might not make the same choices as you; he will make the right choices."

"Master Ancient One."

Strange immediately realized that it was the Ancient One who had made this move.

A thoughtful look shot out from his eyes.

Let's turn back to that night when Strange and Wong talked by candlelight.