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Checked by the recent shock, Tony didn't doubt whether Feny could pull it off anymore, so he just nodded directly.
Seeing this, Feny didn't waste any words. With a wave of his hand, he manifested a hospital bed, then directly controlled Tony's body to make him lie down on it. Under Tony's terrified gaze, Feny casually yanked out the new element Ark Reactor from his chest.
Feny's surgical process was incredibly brutal. If this hadn't been his own dimension, and if the effects of the "Golden Derivative Magic" hadn't received a terrifying boost here, Pepper would already be preparing Tony's funeral arrangements right now if they were in a normal operating room.
Without any unexpected mishaps, the small piece of shrapnel that had lodged inside Tony's body for several years was successfully extracted by Feny.
Although the surgery was a success, Tony still felt a lingering fear when he thought back to the process just now. Looking at Feny, he said silently, "It's a good thing you didn't become a doctor!"
Feny shrugged and ignored him, simply passing over the extracted shrapnel casually.
Staring at the few small, broken pieces of shrapnel in front of him, Tony couldn't help but recall that kidnapping in his mind, and he also thought of Yinsen. Without Yinsen, he wouldn't have survived until now.
After a moment of remembering the past, Tony carefully put away the shrapnel, then looked at Feny and offered a sincere thank you.
If Yinsen had saved his life once, then Feny had saved him far more times. Thus, he was immensely grateful to Feny deep down, though he just didn't like showing that kind of gratitude on his face.
"Don't worry about it!"
Feny shook his head dismissively. After all, this was merely a simple effort for him now. If he had been forced to use Emperor Eye, then Tony would truly have needed to thank him properly.
"Alright, prepare to head back!"
Having resolved the issue with Tony's body, Feny had no reason to stay here any longer. After speaking, he sealed the Evil King True Eye once again.
The process of unsealing and sealing the Evil King True Eye was completed almost in an instant. Seeing the surrounding scenery change back to the familiar environment, Tony was slightly dazed.
Touching his chest and the hidden shrapnel, he knew that what had just happened was entirely real.
Feny didn't share those sentimental feelings. After sealing the Evil King True Eye, he looked at Tony and asked, "What did you call me over for anyway?"
Hearing Feny's words, Tony snapped out of it and explained, "Nick Fury wanted me to help investigate some things, and he also wanted me to try and see if I could persuade you to help out."
"That guy just won't give up, will he?"
Feny sighed, then said, "I already told you the reasons. And to be honest, having you guys deal with this matter is truly more than enough."
Tony nodded and didn't continue to persuade him. He had actually sought out Feny more out of a desire to know the reason, rather than to help Nick Fury play lobbyist.
"Then let's chat about that dimension from just now!"
Tony wasn't someone who gave up easily. Although he had suffered a certain degree of mental blow just now, his undefeated character had already allowed him to bounce back. Even though the 'Anti-Feny Armor' might fail, he still decided to continue researching it.
"No way, I am absolutely not letting you study it!"
Having spent so much time with Tony, how could Feny not understand his little schemes?
Allowing the Ancient One to study it was to enhance the safety of the Earth dimension, and it could also help his Golden Derivative Magic progress. But letting Tony study it would bring zero benefits, aside from potentially causing bad luck for himself.
"Don't be so stingy, a man should be broad-minded!"
Tony looked at Feny, first speaking in a lecturing tone, and then continued, "How about I pay you based on the time used?"
Feny looked at Tony with contempt, then replied, "Sorry, I'm not short on cash!"
Seeing that Tony wanted to open his mouth again, Feny quickly cut him off, saying, "No negotiations!"
Tony curled his lips and could only helplessly give up for now, though he secretly planned to try researching it on his own first, and only look for Feny again when he truly hit a dead end.
Because Tony still had to help the "Braised Egg" investigate Hydra next, Feny didn't stay much longer. After inquiring about the spaceship's manufacturing status, he drove back home.
After eating dinner all by himself, he opened a portal and arrived at Kamar-Taj.
Because he arrived a bit late, on the training grounds at this time, the early-rising sorcerers were already practicing their spells. Mordo, acting as the instructor, was seriously supervising from the side, correcting errors in the field from time to time.
Feny was in no hurry to find the Ancient One, nor did he join in. Instead, he stopped his footsteps and watched, because he noticed a very unusual, unfamiliar face among them.
It wasn't that Kamar-Taj didn't accept outsiders, it was just that very few people could join. While occasionally some people would come over, whether they could stay here permanently remained a question.
After all, this was the holy land of sorcerers, and most of those who could stay to practice here were exceptionally talented.
Soon, the morning practice concluded. Seeing Feny standing nearby, Mordo walked over to greet him and asked, "I've seen you running to the Sorcerer Supreme's room constantly lately. Did something happen?"
"No, I just have some questions I wanted to ask for guidance!"
Feny shook his head, then looked toward that unique new face and asked, "A newcomer?"
Following Feny's gaze, Mordo looked at the man, then nodded and explained, "Jonathan Pangborn. His spine was injured, leaving him paralyzed from the chest down. He was carried up the mountain and delivered here a few days ago."
"The Ancient One felt he had the talent of a sorcerer, so she let him stay!"
Looking at Jonathan Pangborn, who sat in a wheelchair with a disabled body but a determined mind, Feny sighed in his heart. He knew this person; in the original plot, it was precisely because of him that Doctor Strange would come to Kamar-Taj.
"Alright, I'll go find Teacher first. You should teach him more, I also feel he has talent!"
Feny took another glance at him and prepared to leave. According to the circumstances in the original plot, Jonathan's talent should be the very impressive kind; otherwise, he wouldn't be playing basketball like a normal person in just a few short years.
Bidding farewell to Mordo, Feny found the Ancient One, who was currently watering flowers by the doorway.
"Good morning, Teacher!"
Feny offered a greeting.
"Morning!"
The Ancient One nodded in response, continuing to water the flowers and plants she had cultivated.
Looking at the leisurely and carefree Ancient One, Feny thought of Jonathan Pangborn whom he had just met on the way. After a moment of hesitation, he still asked, "Teacher, have you ever thought about the issue of death?"
Feny rarely discussed this topic with the Ancient One. In fact, if it weren't for the original plot, he wouldn't have been able to see even a shred of intention from the Ancient One wanting to die over all these years.
Hearing this question, the Ancient One, who was watering flowers, showed no signs of abnormality. She answered calmly, "I have thought about it. Why ask this all of a sudden?"
Feny sighed and said, "Because I've realized that time flies so quickly. If you leave, what is Earth supposed to do?"
A smile instantly tugged at the corner of the Ancient One's lips. She turned around, her deep eyes gazing at Feny as she replied, "If Earth loses me, there is still the next Sorcerer Supreme, the Avengers, S.H.I.D., the military, the police, and so on. They will all protect Earth."
"Furthermore, there is still you!"
Hearing the Ancient One's words, Feny didn't know how to respond. He suddenly realized a problem--it seemed that as his own strength grew more and more powerful, preventing the Ancient One's death seemed to become increasingly impossible instead.