Sona's Extraordinary Life in Marvel

When she heard about eating, Sona immediately put down her pen, stretched lazily in the chair ungracefully, and began to think about what to have for dinner today.

Kobe steak? Australian lobster? French caviar? All the delicacies she had eaten these days appeared in Sona's mind one by one.

In fact, these things are delicious because of the ingredients. They don’t require much from the chef. Basically, a qualified chef will not waste such high-quality ingredients if he follows the steps.

After eating Western food for so long, Sona wants to change her taste.

Suddenly thinking of something, Sona wrote on the clipboard: "Chris, can the chef make dumplings?"

"Dumplings?" Chris tilted her head. She had heard of this kind of food from the East, but the Western chef in the kitchen would definitely not be able to make it, and the manor probably didn't have the ingredients to make dumplings right now.

Sona was a little disappointed when she didn't get a positive answer from Chris, so she asked again, "What about borscht?"

"This is possible." Chris wrote it down and ordered the kitchen to start taking action.

Borscht is also an international dish.

"And..." Sona stopped writing halfway on the clipboard.

weird smell?

Looking up at Chris, Sona felt that besides the scent of perfume, there was another smell on her body.

Like... magic?

You know, Sona lives in Demacia.

In a country that bans magic, Sona has to suppress the magical energy in her body at all times. The magical energy in Demacia is very scarce, which makes Sona particularly sensitive to magical energy.

"What's the problem?" Chris asked.

Sona shook her head and continued writing on the clipboard, "Just the same as yesterday."

As always, there are a lot of them. Chris complained a little in her heart and left the room with her notebook.

I don't know why, Miss Sona eats so much, and the meat grows where it should grow. Chris looked down at her tablet and inexplicably attributed the reason to magic.

......

The end of science is theology, and the end of theology is still science! (Confirmed!)

If there are any academic errors, please point them out. After all, I am not a top student and can only talk nonsense.

Volume 1: Chapter 108: Success Requires a Catalyst

Early the next morning, Sona left the manor with Strange.

In fact, there is an open space in the manor for Strange to practice, but Sona still feels it is necessary to take him to a place where there is no one to practice to avoid accidents.

Sona still remembers that when she was learning magic, she accidentally angered the virgin soil of Ionia.

A blue stone giant suddenly jumped out of the ground and wanted to fight Sona in an extreme one-on-one exchange, just because she accidentally destroyed the guardian stone when casting magic.

Not all land is as selfless as the Earth. The land when it was first created is very stingy. It is no exaggeration to say that it will take revenge for even the slightest grudge.

Fortunately, Ionians don't do much scientific experimentation. If they had tested nuclear weapons on the First Soil, what would have happened? They would have dug up your ancestors' graves.

This has gone too far. Sona shook her head and began to recall the past inexplicably.

Using cosmic insight, Sona found an uninhabited island on the sea. She performed the levitation spell and flew over with Strange.

Perhaps it was his first time experiencing such suspended flight, as soon as Strange landed he showed strong discomfort and left his dinner yesterday on the beach.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable, I can go slower..." Sona said helplessly while looking at Strange who suddenly cosplayed as Kog'Maw. She patted Strange's back gently, trying to make him calm down.

She also didn't expect that someone would be able to faint from the levitation technique. It seemed that Strange still needed to strengthen his physical fitness, otherwise his body would split apart before his mental power could absorb the energy of the rune force.

"I said..." Strange felt aggrieved. His voice was almost hoarse from shouting in the back, but Sona didn't respond at all.

"Is that so..." Sona also made an innocent expression, indicating that she didn't hear it.

It's like you're frantically signaling to your teammate, wanting to stuff an exclamation mark into his mouth, but your teammate still dives into the bushes where five people are lying in ambush like a blind man.

The episode soon passed, and Strange began to cast a spell for the first time in his life.

Concentrate your mind, construct the magic circle, and communicate the elements.

As if he had regained the concentration he had during the operation, Strange actually succeeded in condensing a ball of pure magical energy for the first time.

"Well done, next try changing its elemental properties."

Sona plucked the strings of her harp, providing Strange with a small boost.

The ball of light surged in Strange's palm, and its color gradually changed from pure white to light yellow. Fire was the easiest element to master, so it was most appropriate to start with it.

When the fire first appeared, Strange was a little excited, but before the fireball he imagined in his mind appeared, an accident arrived first.

Like Chris, the ball of light exploded in Strange's hand, but fortunately Sona was watching nearby and put a shield on Strange in time to prevent him from being injured by his own magic.

"Almost there!" Strange punched the air unwillingly. His operation was already very detailed, so why would such an unexpected failure in casting the spell still happen?

Sona could also sense that he was only a little away from fully mastering the fireball.

Failure is not common for Strange, so he is so excited.

"Stop complaining. Others have to bear the consequences themselves when they learn magic."

Indeed, with Sona assisting Strange, he was treated much better than other magic apprentices.

Having learned from his failure, Strange quickly began his second attempt, performing the same operation as before.

Then the third time.

the fourth time.

...

Fifty-third time.

Finally, after failing for the 78th time, Strange collapsed. He lay on the beach, looking at the sun that had risen to the center of the sky, and felt that he might be doomed.

What's the point of learning magic when he can't even make a fireball?

Sona also thought that this matter was a little strange. Every time Strange cast a spell, he would be one step closer to success, but he was like Alikis and Zeno Turtle racing, infinitely close but unable to reach it.

"It's all because of my hands!!" Strange held up his shaking hands and attributed the failure of the spell to his hands, which could not remain stable and still during the casting process.

"My hands are always shaking, and I can't even Q properly!" Strange said something strange, as if he had experienced too many failures.

"Magic is only related to mental strength. Your hands will not affect the casting of spells."

“Think of yourself as a whole person. Your hands are just a part of you. There’s nothing wrong with the rest of you.”

Sona patiently explained to Strange, as if she was afraid that he wouldn't believe her. Sona put her hands behind her back, used her mental power to control the Sekko, and released the Aria of Perseverance to Strange.

“The true strength of a human being comes from within, not from his hands and feet.”

The hand movements are just a habit. A real old wizard doesn't use those fancy gestures. This is not a ninja hand seal.

"I like this saying."

The sudden sound startled the two of them. Sona looked back and saw a man walking out of the golden halo portal. It was the Supreme Sorcerer Ancient One whom she had met in the Sanctuary in New York.

Sona greeted her first, still wondering why Ancient One suddenly came to visit. Wasn't this wizard from Earth very busy?

"Master, can you hear my telepathy?" Sona asked. She knew that Ancient One's attainments in magic were far superior to hers, so it was not an exaggeration to call Ancient One a master.

"Sorry, it's not my intention to pry into your privacy." Gu Yi still maintained a dignified smile as he explained to Sona.

If Sona's telepathic magic is compared to an old-fashioned telegraph machine, then Ancient One is a receiver that automatically intercepts telegrams. Even if the target of the telegram is not her, Ancient One will still obtain the information in it.

"Who are you? Another magician?" Strange was also surprised by the spell of the portal. There was no record of teleportation spells in the parchment scroll that Sona gave him.

Ancient One turned around and looked Strange up and down.

In her impression, the Strange who studied magic always wore the apprentice robe of Kamar-Taj. The Strange who studied magic in front of her, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, was the first time she saw him.

The only thing in common is that the Strange in each timeline lacked the proper respect when he met him for the first time.

Young people still have low emotional intelligence. Didn’t you notice that Sona considers herself as a junior?

Although he is not his master now, Strange will eventually take over as the next Sorcerer Supreme, so it is not excessive for him to teach him a lesson.

"In fact, you are only a little bit away from success." Ancient One raised the hand with the dangling ring and cast a magic on Strange.

A strange energy surged into Strange's brow, his pupils began to become chaotic, and Ancient One cast an illusion on him.

"Sona, you know, sometimes geniuses are forced out." Ancient One waved his hand again and showed Sona the illusion scene that Strange saw.

It was a forest full of twisted trees. The moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds. The only faint light came from the flickering fireflies in the forest.

Strange was terrified at the sudden teleportation. He nervously looked around and wanted to shout for help, but he was afraid that wild beasts would rush out from the fog of the forest following the sound.

The more you fear something happening, the more likely it is to happen.

Blood-red eyes lit up from the darkness, and with a spine-chilling roar, a strong werewolf rushed out of the fog.

The werewolf opened his bloody mouth without hesitation, showing his extremely sharp fangs. If Strange was bitten, he would become Strange.

The brain kept sending fear signals to Strange, and the human instinct to escape was immediately aroused, and Strange ran back desperately.

As in most dramas, Strange trips over a dead branch in the forest, but no protagonist suddenly appears to save him.

When human beings face life threats, their potential will be stimulated.

Strange's body was flooded with adrenaline from fear.

At this critical moment, he remembered what he had been learning these days.

magic!

When dealing with werewolves, magic should be the most effective!

After reciting the spell at a rap speed, Strange almost instantly condensed a fireball in his hand and threw it into the werewolf's mouth.

The sudden fireball caught the werewolf off guard, and the bite almost took his life.

"Aha!" Seeing that his attack had worked on the werewolf, Strange jumped up from the ground, chanted spells and cast them in one go, and threw another fireball at the werewolf.

When Strange truly mastered this technique, his talent and creativity were once again demonstrated.

Other elemental mages usually roll the elements into balls and use them as attack methods like fireballs, water balls, and lightning balls. If they make it a little more fancy, they will make it look like a cold weapon, which is more intimidating.

And what about our Doctor Strange? He created a magical machine gun with his own idea of ​​element arrangement and understanding of modern technology, using earth as the barrel, water as the coolant, and fire and lightning as the bullets.

Da da da da da da! The magic machine gun's firing rate is comparable to that of Ola Ola.

At this moment, the trembling of Strange's hands was no longer due to the loss of nerve cells, but because of the recoil of the elemental machine gun.

The werewolf probably never thought that he would die like this in his life.

Outside the illusion, Sona and Ancient One stared at Strange's magical operation, not knowing what to say.

"Is elemental magic really that magical?" Ancient One asked Sona curiously. Anyway, she had no way to use magic to create a heavy machine gun, and maybe even Vishanti himself didn't understand it.

"I feel like I've learned magic for more than 20 years in vain..." Sona was speechless about Strange's actions.

Maybe her apprentice is really a genius.

......

Fake spell machine gun---Strange's temporary idea.

The real spell machine gun---the old version of Ryze!

Volume 1: Chapter 109: Changing Timeline

The elemental storm dissipated, leaving behind a pool of rotten flesh that was difficult to look at. Even as a surgeon who had been performing operations for a long time, Strange couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

Ancient One was obviously not satisfied with just giving Strange a novice trial. The illusion had not ended yet. She arranged more exciting monsters for Strange behind the fog.

Due to time constraints, Ancient One did not show the following scenes to Sona. He used magic to adjust the progress, and Strange spent three days in the illusion, while only ten minutes passed outside.

In fact, if Ancient One was a little more ruthless, he could give Strange a package of several years, which would be enough for him to be fully improved so that he could better face the future dangers of the Earth.

But that's still too much haste. Such a good seedling like Strange can't be nurtured like that. Besides, the Ancient One is not a demon. A normal person would go crazy if he stayed in the illusion for a few months, let alone a year.

When his consciousness returned to his body, Strange was unable to adapt to the change in his surroundings and was about to fall down with his eyes covered.

Seeing this, Sona rushed over to support him, took out a summoner skill of Clarity, tore open the scroll, and restored some of Strange's mental strength.

"I'm back? What happened?" Sensing that the person next to him was Sona, Strange relaxed his tense muscles. He hadn't slept well in the past three days.

Just as Sona was about to explain to him, Ancient One spoke first.

"Your spiritual consciousness was captured by people from the dark dimension, and we just rescued you."

? Sona was confused. Why are you so blunt?