After that, everything proceeded smoothly. Black Strange felt increasingly pressed by the hunts led by The Ancient One across various universes. He was not too afraid if only one The Ancient One came after him; through dreamwalking, he had already absorbed the power of many variants. But judging by the situation, a whole group was coming at once.
Who could beat a group of The Ancient Ones? Especially when eighty percent of them were retired The Ancient Ones who had reached perfect mastery. The thought alone was crushing.
While Black Strange prepared to plunder more power, he also prepared to run. Thus, he had no choice but to start probing remote universes. On one hand, he had already eaten all the grass nearby, and only farther away could he find more power. On the other, if things turned bad, he could hide out in the backcountry.
What universe was more remote than the one Schiller was in?
Black Strange did not have many choices. Within a few days, he had felt his way here. He had originally planned to take advantage of this universe's The Ancient One being absent and snack on this universe's Strange first, but Strange was absent too.
Desperate to replenish his strength, he began stirring up trouble at Kamar-Taj Magic Academy. He thought that since Strange of this universe had founded such a school, he would surely care greatly about his students. If students kept getting into trouble, he would definitely return, and Black Strange could feast.
But he was clearly not the biggest source of chaos in the school. Harley, a true-blue Gothamite, was nearly driven mad by the sight of him misusing madness. She directly opened the Necronomicon, intending to stimulate herself, whip herself into a frenzy, and then deal with the mastermind behind