Chapter 814

Strange had finally gotten his wish and entered Kamar-Taj. The reason was simple: he had knelt... or rather, lain prostrate at the entrance for five whole hours. Sincerity moved even the Sorcerer Supreme, who had agreed to take him in.

Strange was naturally overjoyed, and Mordo was quite responsible as well. Not only did he bring Strange inside and arrange a room for him to settle into, but he also gave him Kamar-Taj's WiFi password. They were not barbarians—they kept up with the times.

Yet Strange stared at the password in his hand in genuine shock. A place full of mystical magic actually had a technological product like WiFi, which was hard to understand. But what he felt more was helplessness. They stole my phone, so what the hell am I supposed to do with WiFi? Surf the internet with love?

At this point, all the groundwork for Ancient One's disciple-taking ceremony had been completed. Next came teaching her disciple. She was an extremely responsible teacher. Even though Strange had not paid a cent in tuition, nor slipped her a red envelope or paid for extra lessons, she began earnestly teaching this new disciple early the next morning. Teachers this good were rare these days.

"This mysterious language of spells existed at the dawn of civilization. The ancients called them incantations. If that name feels too unrealistic to you, then you can think of them as programs."

"We gather energy from infinite worlds and shape it through incantations, creating shields or weapons!"

As Ancient One spoke, his hands moved as though he were playing cat's cradle, forming a shield before him. Strange found the sight utterly astonishing. Yet amid his amazement, he felt somewhat unsure. "Can... can I do that with just my hands? My hands can only wave around