"Heh, you flatter me. Compared to your technique of directly pouring knowledge into someone else's brain, what I just did was nothing more than a trivial trick." Ancient One spoke modestly with a faint smile on her face.
Allen lightly shook his head and explained, "No, I think you misunderstood. I wasn't referring to Astral Projection magic, but to how you overturned in an instant the worldview, values, and understanding of the world—and even the universe—that someone had spent decades building. You must know, that isn't easy, especially for someone as stubborn as Stephen Strange."
"Y-you? Why are you here?!"
The moment Doctor Strange saw Allen, he became extraordinarily tense. His damaged hands even began to tremble slightly beyond his control.
He would never forget that it was this youth before him who had refused his plea for help and deeply injected the feeling of despair into his soul.
If not for his unwillingness to admit defeat, he probably would have already put a bullet through his head.
"Why can't I be here? What do you think Kamar-Taj is? This is Earth's Magic Holy Land. All mages may come here to study and exchange knowledge. I'm a mage too, so of course I'm qualified to be here." Allen responded nonchalantly.
Seeing the other man's miserable state, much of Allen's original irritation and disgust immediately faded.
After all, Stephen Strange was merely a high-level employee controlled and brainwashed by the power of capital. He was not a capitalist himself.
This guy had grown up in such an environment since childhood, so he had naturally been unavoidably influenced by those twisted values.
In that regard, his upbringing was quite similar to Tony Stark's.
Both were equally gifted, equally arrogant and disdainful of others, and both had reached the very pinnacle of their