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Chapter 423 is about hallucinogens; I added hallucinogens to it.

It's obvious without even guessing that the person in front of you must be the Sorcerer Supreme.

Master Wang was right; the Supreme Master was indeed petty, and not just petty, but exceptionally so.

Just because someone said something bad about him behind his back, he was knocked flying more than ten meters away.

However, isn't this power a bit too outrageous?

Strange was still reeling from the shock when Du Mu suddenly turned around, squinting at him: "I think I just heard you say I'm petty?"

"No, absolutely not, you must have misheard."

Strange shook his head vigorously.

He absolutely refused to admit to this; he didn't want to end up like Master Wang.

"Fine, I'll just pretend I misheard."

Fortunately, Du Mu didn't intend to pursue the matter. He waved his hand cheerfully and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm actually quite easygoing. As long as you don't make up false rumors about me like some people do, I won't do anything to you."

This doesn't seem like a rumor.

Strange's lips twitched, but he still nodded tactfully, "Okay, okay."

Du Mu was quite satisfied with his attitude and turned to walk into the house.

"Come with me."

Strange hesitated for half a second, then quickly followed.

He was stunned as soon as he stepped into the house.

He originally thought that the Supreme Master's residence would be similar to the style of a reclusive sage in his mind: stone walls and wooden beams, a green lamp and ancient scrolls, plus a futon and a few extremely simple decorations.

What came into view was a modernly decorated entertainment room.

Looking around, all kinds of entertainment equipment were available, and there was even a whole set of karaoke equipment in the corner. Each piece was a custom-made model, and you could tell from the workmanship and materials that it was very expensive, much more luxurious than his former mansion.

Strange was dumbfounded.

Are all the reclusive masters of today so trendy and so rich?

"Please sit wherever you like."

Du Mu leaned back in the large sofa and gestured with his hand.

Upon hearing this, Strange sat down on the large sofa on the other side, his posture noticeably reserved.

That's normal. Facing a ferocious humanoid beast that can slap someone and send them flying more than ten meters away, no one could relax.

Du Mu leaned back on the sofa and spoke first: "I know you, Stephen Strange, a well-known neurosurgeon in America, a genius recognized in the industry."

"Unfortunately, I was in a car accident a while ago, which severely damaged the nerves in my hands. I tried various treatments but to no avail. Finally, I found this place through a clue provided by Nachi."

Holy crap, box!

Strange's eyes widened. "How do you know so much?"

Du Mu did not answer, but instead asked, "What would you like to drink? Tea or cola?"

Strange, bewildered by the box of weapons, instinctively replied, "Tea, please."

"Okay, then Coke."

Strange:

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Du Mu snapped his fingers, and to Strange's astonishment, a dark figure emerged from the ground, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, took out two cans of drinks, poured them into a glass of ice, and added two slices of lemon.

Immediately afterwards, the shadowy figure handed two glasses of iced cola to the two people, then melted back into the ground and disappeared.

"What, what is this!?"

Strange looked down at the iced cola in his hand, his face filled with disbelief.

Du Mu replied casually, "Just a little magic, nothing to mention."

"Magic...?"

Strange's mouth was slightly open, and his expression was like that of a senile person.

Du Mu nodded: "That's right, you've seen the movie, right? It's the kind of magic where you can summon supernatural powers by reciting a couple of incantations."

Strange looked at him with amusement: "But isn't magic a fictional concept? How could such a thing exist in the real world?"

Du Mu chuckled and said, "At first, everyone thought Norse mythology was made up, until Thor, wielding a hammer, descended to Earth. Since even gods exist, why can't magic?"

Strange couldn't refute that.

Who doesn't know about Thor these days? He's a real god who lives in the real world.

"Furthermore, Thor's brother Loki is a sorcerer who is skilled in illusion magic."

Du Mu took a sip of iced cola and said slowly, "If you really can't understand, you can imagine the whole world as a super-large game, where most players can only operate within the framework of normal game rules."

"Only a small number of players use cheat software to perform actions outside the framework of the game rules, and that's magic. These cheating players are called mages. Do you understand now?"

Strange: "

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I understand.

But for a proper mage to use a game to explain magic, isn't that a bit strange?

"But magic is not scientific at all."

Strange felt his throat was dry, so he picked up the iced cola in his hand and took a big gulp.

Du Mu shook his head: "Strange, your view is too narrow. This world is far more complex than you imagine, but I can show you with my own eyes."

Before Strange could react, Du Mu snapped his fingers.

A crisp sound exploded in the air.

The next second, Strange felt his body suddenly plummet, the surrounding scenery was instantly torn apart, his vision was stretched infinitely, and he and the sofa he was sitting on were thrown into the air.

He looked down and saw that Kamar-Taj had shrunk to a tiny dot at his feet, followed by the Himalayas, then the entire Eurasian continent, and finally even the Earth had become a blue marble in the vast sea of ​​stars.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Strange let out the sharpest scream of his life, and his body was pulled away by a force that continued to fly outwards.

Countless stars exploded into dense points of light before his eyes, merging into a dazzling galaxy, only to be quickly left behind.

His consciousness couldn't keep up with the amount of information his vision was receiving; his head was buzzing.

Immediately afterwards, the universe beneath my feet began to fold.

The network of all galaxies, nebulae, and dark matter was as if it had been lifted by an invisible hand, revealing a completely different structure underneath.

Time loses its meaning here, and space no longer follows the laws of three dimensions.

Countless brightly colored geometric shapes grow, split, and recombine in the void, with order and chaos flashing alternately. Fractal structures are layered one on top of another, extending outwards endlessly.

His body passed through an ocean of pure light, entered the macrocosm, and was then dragged into boundless darkness.

Something enormous and indescribable surges in the depths of darkness.

The thing had no specific shape, but it exuded a bizarre, twisted, and eerie aura. Looking at it for even a moment felt like it would pollute one's soul and spirit, and one's entire brain would tremble.

Then the light exploded again, and he seemed to suddenly emerge from the water, panting heavily, only to find himself sitting back on the sofa.

The living room is still the same living room.

The iced cola in my hand was still steaming, the ice hadn't completely melted, and water droplets condensed on the glass.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Is this what the world is really like...?

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Strange was so shocked that he couldn't come to his senses for a long time.

He felt that the worldview he had held onto for most of his life had shattered into dust at this moment.

After a long while, Strange finally recovered.

His eyes shone as he looked at Du Mu, his voice trembling with excitement: "This must be magic, right!"

As a staunch materialist, he believed only in science his whole life. In the past, he would have scoffed at magic, which sounded so mysterious, and considered it a deceptive trick.

But now, he is the most steadfast believer in the mysticism, and he will fight anyone who says magic is fake.

Du Mu chuckled: "That's right, this is called astral projection, which can help you understand magic in the real world."

This is a lie.

The magic of astral projection does exist; it can separate the body and soul, allowing them to traverse different dimensions in the form of celestial bodies.

However, Du Mu had not yet learned this magic.

So he adopted the simplest method.

That means adding a strong hallucinogen to iced cola, and then combining it with newly learned hallucinogenic magic to achieve a similar effect.

Just as Strange was about to go crazy, he used his newly learned purification skill to remove all the negative status effects from the opponent.

perfect!

Strange exclaimed with lingering fear, "Magic is truly amazing. If I hadn't witnessed magic beforehand, I would have thought I had drunk a whole bottle of hallucinogens."

No, your intuition is very accurate.

Du Mu's expression remained unchanged. He took a sip of his plain iced cola, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"So, do you still doubt the existence of magic now?"

Strange shook his head repeatedly, his eyes still showing the fear from before, but now filled with a new kind of awe: "No...no, I really never imagined the world was like this."

Du Mu crossed his legs and said leisurely, "There are many things you can't imagine. What you just saw was only the tip of the iceberg. The real magic is far more exciting than what you just experienced."

Strange's eyes lit up, and he asked expectantly, "Sorcerer Supreme, can magic heal my hands?"

Since science can't cure his hands, perhaps unscientific methods offer some hope.

Du Mu's answer did not disappoint him.

"Of course, magic is omnipotent."

Strange's breathing quickened, and he asked excitedly, "Can you heal my hands?"

Du Mu nodded and readily agreed: "Sure, but my fees are quite high. However, considering how difficult it was for you to find this place, I'll give you a discount."

Strange tentatively asked, "How much will it cost?"

Du Mu didn't speak, but held up one finger.

Strange pondered for a moment, then tried to guess a number: "One million dollars?"

"No, it's one hundred million US dollars."

Strange: "

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Why don't you just rob it?!

Of course, he could only keep these words to himself.

Strange said with a mournful face, "Sorcerer Supreme, but I heard from Natch that it only costs one million dollars."

Du Mu remained unfazed: "That's because of a limited-time offer: buy 100 million and get 99 million free. Now that the offer has expired, it's back to the original price."

Strange:

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Is there even a time-limited event for this?

Strange was on the verge of tears: "One hundred million dollars is far too much, and besides, I'm already broke."

"No money?"

Du Mu's expression changed, and his tone instantly turned cold: "Sorry, we at Kamar-Taj only convert Yuan people. Guards, show them out!"

No way, is it really that realistic?!

Strange quickly waved his hand and said hastily, "Wait, can you lower the amount a bit? This is really too much. Even if I worked hard my whole life, I couldn't come up with that much money."

Du Mu looked disgusted: "So poor, you can't even afford a hundred million."

Strange was speechless.

I'm not Tony Stark, how could I possibly come up with that much money?

He took a deep breath and, clinging to his last glimmer of hope, asked, "Supreme Sage, is there any other way? Preferably one that doesn't cost any money."

Du Mu thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but it takes a long time to take effect."

Strange's eyes lit up immediately.

He's not afraid of being slow; he's only afraid of having no hope at all.

He quickly pressed, "What method?"

Du Mu slowly said, "That means joining Kamar-Taj as an apprentice, learning magic from scratch, and perhaps one day in the future you will be able to heal your hands with magic."

Strange's eyes widened. "Can I learn magic too?"

Du Mu nodded: "Of course, as long as you step into Kamar-Taj, you are qualified to learn magic. Although your aptitude is not very good, not even one ten-thousandth of mine, you have barely stepped into the threshold."

Strange was criticized by Du Mu again, but he didn't care at all and was instead very excited.

He felt like he had gotten an incredible bargain.

He was already in despair. There was a treatment available, but he couldn't afford the exorbitant cost.

Who would have thought that things would take such a dramatic turn, and he would actually gain the qualification to learn magic?

"Sorcerer Supreme, I want to learn magic!"

Following the Eastern custom of apprenticeship, Strange immediately knelt down before Du Mu.

At that moment, he felt that after experiencing so much suffering, he had finally broken through the clouds and seen the true light.

Du Mu reached out to block him: "No need to bow to me. I don't accept disciples, only seated disciples... cough cough, if you want to bow, bow to that one."

Strange looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a black and white photograph hanging on the wall. The photograph showed a bald woman who looked like a powerful figure.

Strange asked curiously, "Who is she?"

Du Mu explained, "The previous Supreme Master sacrificed herself not long ago. If you had come earlier, you might have been able to catch her banquet."

"Ah, how did she die? Did she encounter some powerful enemy?"

Strange was immediately startled.

Under the influence of hallucinogens, his horizons have been completely broadened; he is no longer the ignorant mortal he once was.

In his view, the Sorcerer Supreme should be an extremely powerful being.

If even someone of this stature has fallen, how terrifying must the opponent have been?

Du Mu shook his head: "Oh no, she tripped over her own feet and fell to her death from a great height."

Strange:

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He suddenly felt that the Supreme Master wasn't so great after all.

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