Chapter 288 - 285 There's An Insider. We Can Cooperate.
Creeeek!
The door of a tall wooden building in the northeast corner of Kamar Taj opened automatically.
A beam of sunlight projected in passed through the intricately patterned window lattice and fell into a dazzling golden glow.
Strange tidied up his clothes and robes and glanced at Luke before entering the door, indicating that the other party should show respect and never annoy the powerful master who was beyond legend.
The latter raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. The Doctor Strange of this universe seed to be more in awe of the Sorcerer Supre.
The one in the movie universe didn't seem to feel the sa way. As if forcibly ordained, he had a reluctant feeling all over his body.
"Strange, I heard that you want to participate in the Sorcerer Supre Battle this ti?"
Entering the door, they saw an old man with white eyebrows, beard, thin cheeks, and sunken eyes lying on his side on the bed inside…
That was Master Ancient One.
It was a far cry from the gender-neutral face seen in the movie universe.
Of course, it was more in line with the image of 'supre' in the public's eyes.
"Didn't you suggest that I should sign up?"
Strange stared wide-eyed and confused.
Just a few days ago, the Sorcerer Supre was blindsided by Kaecilius, a traitor, and was seriously injured, which happened to be discovered by him.
As a doctor, Strange took the lead in ergency rescue, which prevented the situation from worsening.
The next day, Sorcerer Supre woke up and said that to thank him for saving his life, he was specially allowed to choose one item from the New York Sanctum collection room as a reward.
Strange would have liked to choose sothing like a chain shackle, axe, crystal ball, which could enhance combat power and give him a sense of security.
Unexpectedly, a red cloak flew out from sowhere, and as if it wanted to follow him, it fixed itself on his body.
In desperation, Strange had to choose the 'Cloak of Levitation' as a reward.
Later, the Sorcerer Supre had a long talk with him.
The content could be summarized as 'the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility', 'the task of saving the world and maintaining peace is left to you', and other such pep talks.
When he heard the Sorcerer Supre say that he was dying, hand hinted, intentionally or unintentionally, that Strange might be the one and only magical genius who could take on the big responsibility.
Strange was moved.
He was so enthusiastic that he volunteered to take part in the Trial of the Vishanti and beca a contender for the position of Sorcerer Supre.
If Luke knew the ins and outs, he would certainly laugh at the Ancient One's ability to write a script.
If he were to switch with Strange from the movie universe, the guy wouldn't take the bait.
"Yes, yes. I am confident that I can shoulder this responsibility."
Strange replied feebly.
He was driven to do things beyond his ability, and he didn't even have the slightest preparation.
"Very well. Strange, I was right about you. The mont you stepped through the doors of Kamar Taj, I knew that you were the one I was waiting for."
The Ancient One coughed twice and spoke in an aging voice.
This was spoken from the bottom of his heart, and there was no falsehood.
"The man standing next to you … who is he?"
Then, the Ancient One looked at Luke, who was standing behind Strange in silence.
"He is my contractor. There are only seven candidates for the Sorcerer Supre Battle, and everyone could summon an 'emissary' to cooperate with each other by contract."
Strange bowed his head and answered.
One high-ranking master, in the face of those talented people, was certainly not enough to face them.
But he didn't have a better choice. Mordo was recognized by three legendary masters and drew on a powerful force.
That's because he had outstanding qualifications, had been with the Sorcerer Supre for nearly 50 years and accumulated a deep foundation.
"He is the … contractor you selected."
The Ancient One stared at the tall figure, and the white eyebrows that had been wrinkled slowly stretched out.
"Strange, you're lucky!"
Luke stepped forward, stood side by side with Strange, and whispered, "I am willing to help in … letting him win this battle."
"What are you talking about?"
The Ancient One hadn't responded yet, but Strange couldn't help but ask first.
He didn't know Luke's identity, let alone what kind of contractor he had summoned.
If Superman were considered as a stand-in emissary, then the panel value representing his strength would be about five infinite symbols.
Unfortunately, Strange didn't realize this. He just regarded Luke as a high-ranking human master.
Therefore, facing those who may be competitors, Strange's biggest goal at this stage was to get the chance to enter the battle.
Then, help Mordo as much as possible -- after all, they were all acquaintances.
Successfully win the position of Sorcerer Supre!
"Strange, step down."
The Ancient One waved his hand to indicate that the other party could leave.
"Mister Guest, will you stay and talk to for a while?"
Luke ignored Strange's shocked eyes and nodded, "It would be my pleasure."
When the door behind him was closed, the Ancient One said, "I have never seen such a young Allfather in my life."
"Sir, who are you? Why help Strange?"
Luke slightly smiled and told Sorcerer Supre about so of his own experiences, such as trans-universe transmissions, finding his way ho, and so on.
After a long while, the Ancient One slowly said, "Well, since you know in another universe and know Strange's fate, then this Sorcerer Supre Battle will be handed over to you."
"It's just that, what would the price be? What do you want from Kamar Taj?"
This seemingly old man, who looked dying, had a straight back and a very different montum from before.
'I knew it … it was all fake. '
Luke lanted.
The Sorcerer Supre wasn't as fragile as porcelain, and he wasn't soone easily injured to the point of being seriously wounded and difficult to heal.
All this was obviously an act!
In order to trick Strange into taking the bait, he had deliberately set up a trap!
"I need the coordinates of this universe, so I can continue to the next stop."
Luke replied.
Secret data, in exchange for an Allfather level fighter.
There was no downside to this deal!
Straightforward and bloody!
"There is no problem with this …"
The Ancient One contemplated for a mont and nodded in agreent.
It didn't matter whether everything Luke said was true or not.
The cosmic coordinates, even if he knew it, wouldn't cause any harm.
On the contrary, the help provided by the other party could ensure Strange's success in reaching the Sorcerer Supre's position.
That's the key!
The Ancient One took a fancy to Strange after nurous rounds of selections.
But in the end, if he didn't win the battle and passed the Trial of the Vishanti, the wonderful script that he had painstakingly written would be a waste of ti.
After all, the Vishanti didn't care about that.
They were high above, overlooking the multi-dinsional realms, focusing on the more magnificent picture of the universe.
To the Vishanti, the position of Sorcerer Supre, whether Strange sat on it or not, it was all the sa.
In another universe, Iron Man -- Tony Stark was the Sorcerer Supre.
Even Thor's good brother Loki almost sat in that position.
"That's settled. Happy collaboration, Master Ancient One."
Luke laughed with satisfaction.
"By the way, how would you have helped Strange if I wasn't here?"
Before leaving, he seed to have suddenly rembered and raised this question with a curious face.
"There are many ways. The Book of the Vishanti, the Cloak of Levitation, and several decades and hundreds of years of imrsive training are enough to make Strange a qualified Sorcerer Supre."
The Ancient One smiled calmly.
An erald light flashed on his chest.
That was the Eye of Agamotto.
It was also the Ti Stone.
'Sure enough, no matter how hard you try, you can't compare with the default. '
Luke shook his head.
He pushed open the door, and the sun shone in, making his tall figure even more imposing.
The Sorcerer Supre Battle!
Countdown!
Start!
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