Marvel's Spider-Man: Web of Fate

Peter's expression turned serious. He felt the surrounding dimensions changing rapidly, as if trying to move him from one place to another.

Whoosh!

Peter jumped up suddenly.

Strange paused, looked up at him, and asked in surprise, "You can sense the fluctuations of the spell I cast?"

"Is that magic?" Peter asked back.

“Yes,” Strange nodded, “you actually noticed a simple, short-range phase shift spell?”

“Is something wrong?” Peter tilted his head.

After realizing it was Strange's magic, this time he neither resisted the feeling nor tried to escape.

Swish!

His figure then disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he found himself in an antique-style living room.

Strange sat on the sofa opposite him, scrutinizing him closely with surprise in his eyes: "You're really making me more and more curious. You don't know any magic at all, yet you can sense the fluctuations of dimensional magic. Your magical talent is quite high."

"Uh, is this really that hard?" Peter noticed there was a sofa behind him, so he sat down.

“Of course!” Strange said. “Loki and Thor were completely powerless against my dimensional magic just now, which is the complete opposite of your performance.”

“Thor is one thing, but isn’t Loki the greatest sorcerer in the Nine Realms? How could he be?” Peter asked curiously.

Loki, the Norse god of fire and mischief, is said to be a sorcerer with many magical spells, but according to Strange, it doesn't seem to be the case.

"The number one sorcerer in the Nine Realms?" Strange thought of the image of Loki pulling out a pair of daggers to attack him, and shook his head. "He looks more like an assassin."

"Oh, I see," Peter suddenly realized, it seemed he had been misled by the so-called myths.

Indeed, myths are merely the figments of imagination of humanity in the past regarding the divine realm.

Thor and Loki, the god of mischief, are actually gods who live in Asgard.

It's perfectly normal for stories and real people to have different paths.

Just like the Spider-Man in Flash's script, who not only has a pair of divine eyes but also a sexy black cat girlfriend.

In reality, Spider-Man only has a pair of ordinary eyes, and his girlfriend only has two hands.

Peter looked at his hands.

So pitiful~

Strange misunderstood him.

"What would you like to drink? Tea? Or milk, or hot cocoa?"

“Then I’ll have some milk, thank you,” Peter said politely.

Strange snapped his fingers, and a glass appeared in Peter's hand. Then, as if a small fountain was flowing from the bottom of the glass, milk kept rising and finally stopped steadily at the rim.

"Wow!" Peter exclaimed in surprise. He picked up the cup and looked at it, only to find that there was no mechanism underneath. "How did you do that?"

“Just a simple spell,” Strange said, feigning modesty.

Peter suddenly realized that Strange had also been diligently studying magic during the time since the Ancient One left.

These methods were not something the somewhat clumsy mage he had first encountered could have done.

At least, it's impossible to do it so easily.

“Actually, I came here this time to learn a spell called Astral Projection from you,” Peter said.

He not only said that he wanted to learn magic, but also explained why he wanted to learn magic, as well as the warning that the spider sense had given him.

Strange frowned. "You mean, your intuition tells you that a huge catastrophe may be about to happen, so you need to strengthen your abilities to cope with it?"

“Yes!” Peter nodded seriously and corrected, “It’s spider-sense, my special ability.”

Strange didn't think Peter was lying to learn magic or exaggerating.

Because his first encounter with Peter was due to Peter's spider-sense sensing the arrival of the Dark Dimension.

And indeed, things turned out just as Peter had sensed.

After meeting Peter that day, Peter went back, but many things actually happened afterward.

The Ancient One chose death, entrusting the responsibilities and mission of the Sorcerer Supreme to Strange.

Meanwhile, the escaped Cassius took the opportunity to rush to the Sanctuary of Hong Kong, where he completed his final sacrifice.

Dormammu, the ruler of the Dark Dimension, thus descended into the Real Dimension.

At that time, Strange was just forced into the role, and in desperation, he came up with a plan.

He used the Time Stone from the Eye of Agamotto to cast a time-looping spell on himself, and then deliberately entered the Dark Dimension to meet Dormammu.

Every time they met, he was instantly killed by Dormammu.

But every time he was instantly killed, he would "come back with a vengeance" under the influence of time loop magic.

And so, after countless deaths, Dormammu was finally "persuaded" to leave, and left the real dimension with Kasirius and his few underlings.

Strange's rapid progress in magic is partly due to his repeated deaths in the Dark Dimension.

It is said that there is a great terror between life and death, and Strange has experienced this great terror countless times.

He also personally experienced Dormammu's power, the power of the Dark Dimension, and so on, which ultimately led to his current state.

A qualified Supreme Master!

All of this proves the accuracy of Peter's spider-like precognitive abilities!

Chapter 113 Infinite Primal Stone Crisis (Bonus Chapter)

This matter cannot be ignored!

Strange realized the seriousness of the problem.

He pushed the table, and his body appeared not far away in a flash. He sat cross-legged and floated in the air, his red cloak moving without wind.

Peter looked at Strange with some curiosity, wondering what kind of magical spell he was about to unleash.

Strange crossed his arms and quickly formed hand seals in front of him.

At that moment, the Eye of Agamotto hanging on his chest lit up, its magical structure spinning rapidly, looking quite magical.

boom!

A burst of green light erupted from the Eye of Agamotto, and the emerald green energy enveloped Strange's entire body like mist.

Most importantly, Strange's body was trembling slightly, and his head was shaking from side to side like a malfunctioning robot.

"Stephen?" Peter put down the milk in his hand.

Strange did not answer and remained in that state.

Peter's face darkened, and he stood up.

But he didn't approach; he just watched silently.

He didn't understand magic, but he still knew to some extent that Strange was probably casting some important spell to verify what he said.

At this moment, he absolutely must not have the brain fart to disturb him!

And just like that, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Peter had drunk countless cups of milk, but Strange still hadn't woken up.

Strangely enough, the milk in this cup seemed to be endless, and it would automatically refill itself every time Peter finished drinking it.

Not a drop more, not a drop less, it just reaches the rim of the cup and stops.

So Peter kept drinking, and it kept adding more.

Don't get me wrong, he just wanted to see if the milk was really unlimited.

However, after drinking it for a while, Peter came to a conclusion: even if this stuff wasn't unlimited refills, it was pretty much enough, since it was at least bigger than his stomach capacity!

"Hiss—whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

At that moment, Strange suddenly took a deep breath and then gasped for air.

His body slowly floated down from the air, his feet touched the ground, and he swayed, almost falling to the ground.

Peter, who was prepared, quickly put the milk he was holding on the table, then darted to Strange's side and helped him up.

“Sit down,” Peter led Strange to the sofa where he had been sitting, then walked back to his own sofa and sat down, asking, “What did you just do? Predict the future? Is that within the scope of magic?”

“No,” Strange said, his face pale and looking like he had kidney deficiency.

He was breathing heavily when he picked up the cup on the table and drank the tea in one gulp.

"I didn't predict the future, I saw the future!"

Strange made a surprising statement.

"What! I saw the future!" Peter was shocked again. "Is this something magic can do?"

Strange nodded: "That's the power of the Time Stone."