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[ On the screen, the Ancient One called Stephen Strange. The two sat opposite each other on simple futons, the courtyard quiet except for the faint whisper of wind. The Ancient One spoke calmly, her voice neither loud nor soft, yet it carried unmistakable authority. ]
[ "The mystic art is as old as civilization," she said. "The sorcerer of antiquity called the use of this language spells. But if that word offends your modern sensibilities, you can call it a program." ]
[ Her explanation was clear and effortless, as though she were describing basic arithmetic rather than the architecture of reality itself. ]
[ Strange listened in awe. ]
Not only him, but viewers across Terra watched in absolute silence. This was the legendary master herself, personally guiding an ordinary man into the realm of spellcraft. Some people had already begun recording, determined to replay every gesture later if their first attempt failed.
At this moment, the entire planet seemed to fall into a hushed stillness. Then came the next step.
[ The Ancient One slowly raised her hands, and a golden light blossomed out of thin air. It resembled the radiant constructs she had used in battle before—like a blade of condensed sunlight, straight and precise. The air itself shimmered. ]
[ "The source code that shapes reality," she continued. "We harness energy from other dimensions of the multiverse." ]
[ Her hands circled gracefully. The light followed, tracing luminous arcs in midair. Concentric rings formed, one inside another, layer upon layer. The outermost circle shifted into a square. Within it, a bisected ring rotated slowly, gears of invisible logic interlocking. Her palms turned again, and the pattern grew more intricate. ]
[ "To cast a spell." The golden construct evolved further, lines intersecting with geometric precision. "To conjure shields and weapons, to make magic." ]
[ She thrust both palms forward. The flat, two-dimensional sigil bulged outward, unfolding into a complex three-dimensional structure. It hummed softly, vibrating with restrained power. The air trembled, and a gust swept past Strange, lifting his hair. ]
It also swept through the hearts of countless viewers.
"What just happened? Magic like that—right in front of us?"
"I blinked! Can they do it again?"
"Three circles to the left, three to the right—I tried! My arms are sore, and nothing happened!"
"How is this even possible?!"
Across Terra, people mimicked the gestures, arms spinning in circles, frustration mounting.
[ On a distant training ground, even Johan, the respected historian, unconsciously restrained himself from attempting the motion. He knew better. Power like this could not be mastered so easily. The key lay elsewhere. ]
[ Strange stared at the floating sigil, a slow smile spreading across his face. He had never witnessed anything so extraordinary. Hope surged within him again—the hope that his shattered hands could truly be healed. He flexed his trembling fingers. ]
[ "But… even if my fingers could do that," he said quietly. "My hands are just waving in the air." He raised them; they shook uncontrollably in the air. "I mean, how do I get from here to there?" ]
[ The Ancient One did not answer directly, so she asked gently, "How did you reattach severed nerves and put the human spine back together, bone by bone?" ]
[ Strange replied without hesitation. "Study and practice. Years of its." ]
[ She smiled. The answer had always been within him. ]
[ The scene shifted. ]
[ Strange crossed the training grounds and entered the library. If power had a structure, then knowledge was its blueprint. He would start there. Dressed in white robes, he approached the administrator with a towering stack of books. ]
[ "Mr. Strange," the man greeted. ]
[ "Uh, Stephen, please. And you are?" ]
[ "Wong." ]
[ "Wong. Just Wong, like Adele, Drake, Eminem..." ]
[ Wong examined the pile. "The Book of The Invisible Son. Codex Imperium. Key of Solomon." He looked up, surprised. "You've finished all of these?" ]
[ Strange said, "Yep." ]
[ "Come with me." They entered a quieter, older wing of the library. ]
[ "All right." ]
[ "You should start with Maxim's Primer," Wong said. ]
[ Strange said. "I'm fluent in Google Translate." ]
[ The shelves here were ancient, heavy with age. The scent of old parchment lingered in the air. Strange's gaze drifted to a more unusual bookshelf. The books there were chained. ]
[ "What are these?" ]
[ "The Ancient One's private collection," Wong replied. ]
[ "So they are forbidden?" ]
[ "No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden," Wong said evenly. "Those books are far too advanced for anyone other than the Sorcerer Supreme." ]
[ Strange reached out and pulled down a volume inscribed with glowing script. He flipped through it, "This one got pages missing." ]
[ "That," Wong said, stepping closer, "is the Book of Cagliostro. The study of time." ]
[ "One of the rituals was stolen by a former master. The Zealot Kaecilius." Wong's gaze sharpened. ]
[ "I am now the guardian of these books." He leaned in slightly. "So if a volume from this collection is stolen again, I would know it, and you would be dead before you ever left the compound." ]
[ Strange forced himself. "Any late fee I should be worried about?" ]
[ Wong handed him another book, expression unchanged. ]
[ "People used to think I was funny," Strange muttered. ]
[ "Did they work for you?" Wong asked flatly. ]
[ Strange paused, then laughed softly, "All right, well, it has been lovely talking to you. Thank you for the book and for the horrifying story. And for the threat upon my life." ]
[ Wong watched him walk away, then carefully returned the incomplete book to its place. ]
Back on Terra, viewers buzzed with speculation.
"A book about time?"
"That missing page must be crucial!"
"If Kaecilius killed for it, it's no ordinary text."
"Is the Ancient One the Sorcerer Supreme they mentioned?"
Inside the Administration Office, Johan frowned deeply.
"What kind of script is that?" He searched his memory for clues, but none surfaced.
The director sighed. "Judging by their tone, it was already ancient during the Earth era."
Johan nodded slowly. Then...
"What?" The director stiffened.
On the screen, a new image appeared, and what it revealed made his heart skip a beat.
[ In the square, dozens of people stand neatly in line and practice uniformly. They put their hands together and pulled suddenly, causing light to appear out of nowhere. Rotate the sides of the hands to open a circle. It's exactly the same scene that Ancient One showed Strange before. Only this time, it was performed by dozens of people at the same time. ]
It surprised everyone.
Tonio said, "So many people can use this kind of magic. I saw it; there are men, women, and children. This is a brand new combat system for ordinary people!"
There was some excitement in his tone, and everyone else showed a hint of joy on their faces.
The director began to move around restlessly. Everyone in the Federation has been clearly told, during the Earth's Era, in addition to the Avengers and other unique powers, there is also a group with a special magic training system. It can make ordinary people stronger, even someone comparable to the Avengers. This is great news.
Johan's face was filled with excitement. "If we can master this method, Director, the Federation will make a huge jump in combat power!"
The director nodded. This is beyond doubt.
Xiaotian poured cold water and said, "There is no specific way of practicing right now. I'm sure it won't reveal that much. I think it's better to give up this road. It's better to hurry up and improve strength in other areas."
Johan frowned when he heard the words: "The memories are still going on, how do you know that there will be no specific methods? Besides, even if there is no complete method, just some of the information we have now has a great impact on us."
Xiaotian sneered and said nothing. In his mind, this is impossible.
It's not just the people there who are excited; ordinary people feel the same. The audience went crazy.
"This is much more amazing than the Extremis Virus!"
"I want to learn! I want to learn!"
"Maybe not as powerful as the Avengers, but better than nothing. How did they do it?"
"I have a lot of money! If you awaken the memory of this aspect, please sell it to me!"
"Me too, I'll pay 100,000$!"
"You want to buy a magic training manual for 100,000$? I'll give you 1 million!"
"Don't you need talent to learn this stuff?"
"I am very talented!"
"It's unbelievable that ordinary people can acquire this kind of thing."
"I saw how it could treat the human body."
Many people can draw magic waves. Only Strange's hands shook, and there was no movement in the pain.
Screen jumps.
[ "Mastery of the sling rings is essential to the mystic art." Everyone picked up a brass-colored fancy ring from the table. The ring requires two fingers to be inserted. After wearing, the surface of the finger is a metal bar. ]
[ A master continued to teach behind him: "Visualize. See the destination in your mind. Imagine every detail. The clearer the picture, the quicker and easier the Gateway will come." ]
[ In the entire training hall, everyone wears a dangling ring on their left hand and draws a circle in the air with their right hand. In front of almost everyone, there are sparks flying around the circle. If the aperture is condensed, the portal of teleportation can be opened. Only Strange drew the air in a hurry and panic. There was no movement in front of him. ]
[ Seeing the Ancient One coming, Master Mordo asked everyone to pause for a while, "And stop." ]
[ "I would like a moment alone with Mr. Strange." ]
[ The crowd retreated. ]
[ Strange said helplessly to Ancient One, "My hand." ]
[ Ancient One said calmly: "It is not about your hands." ]
[ Strange stubbornly said: "How is this not about my hand?" ]
[ A pair of ancient masters signaled to the side. Master Hamill suddenly walked to the middle. When the sleeve was pulled, the left hand had actually lost the palm. Only the wrist part remained. ]
[ Strange was taken aback. Immediately, he saw Master Hamill swiping his hands. Gorgeous and stable magical orbital fluctuations quickly appeared in the air. After forming complex graphics, they collapsed under Hamill's push. ]
[ The Ancient One said, "Thank you, Master Hamill." ]
[ Then, she looked at Strange and said, "You cannot beat a river into submission. You have to surrender to its current and use its power as your own." ]
[ Strange frowned and asked, "I can control it by surrendering control to it; that doesn't make any sense." ]
[ Ancient One said indifferently: "Not everything does, not everything has to. But it will take you no further." ]
[ Ancient One reminded: "Surrender, Stephen, and your power will rise." ]
[ Saying that, Ancient One stretched out her hand, and she drew a portal in the air, "Come with me." ]
[ The two passed through the portal, and they came to a place of ice and snow. Snow was everywhere, and underfoot was the abyss. ]
[ Strange was surprised: "Wait, is this..." ]
[ Ancient One said, "Everest." ]
[ "Beautiful." Strange shivered and said, "Freezing but beautiful!" ]
[ Ancient One said calmly, "In this temperature, a person can last 30 minutes before suffering a permanent loss of function." ]
[ Strange was very thinly dressed, with his hands on his shoulders, "Great!" ]
[ Ancient One said calmly: "But you will likely go into shock within the first two." ]
[ Ancient One actually walked toward the portal, "Surrender, Stephen." ]
[ Strange hurried after her, "No, no, no..." ]
[ The light faded, and the portal disappeared. Strange pounced directly on the icy rock. ]
The audience was dumbfounded. No one expected that this would be the case.
"Ah? Is he going to freeze to death?"
"Strange is fine and tender, let alone two minutes, the feeling will be gone in a minute!"
"Damn, this kind of training method is absolutely brutal."
"It's gone, Tony's friend is going to be gone."
"By the way, did Strange wear a ring just now? Did he forget the ring?"
"If I had this technology, wouldn't it be great for express delivery?"
"Ancient One will not freeze people to death, just to see if Strange can successfully open the portal."
"I guess it's difficult. If you couldn't do it before, how can you do it in the blink of an eye?"
"I'm so envious!"