"Heh, is that so?"
Strange chuckled mockingly. To be honest, when he had first joined China, he had shared the same concerns, afraid that trivial matters would tie him down and make everything inconvenient.
But what was the reality?
Who would care about him?
Strange's power was indeed formidable, but to Multiverse China, he was ultimately dispensable.
If he had not helped Chen Mu put a cap over the Japanese islands in the Pacific Rim world, preventing Mount Fuji's eruption from affecting Earth, he would never have earned the merit needed to join China so smoothly.
Otherwise, how could it have been so easy?
Besides, Strange had worried for nothing. China did not care about his power at all. After joining China, he had lived an easy, comfortable life, and he was even about to marry Christine. He had completely achieved the dream he once had.
"Oh, right. I'll be marrying Christine soon. Since we know each other now, you should come to my wedding too."
"..."
Strange's expression instantly turned unpleasant.
Not long ago, he had attended Christine's wedding in his own world—the very world they were currently in.
My girlfriend got married, but I wasn't the groom!
Watching Christine marry a Black man with his own eyes had made him feel utterly miserable.
And now you were bringing up Christine's wedding right in front of me!
And you were the one marrying Christine! I'd have to attend Christine's wedding twice in a row!
You bastard, you really had no humanity!
What a beast!
That one sentence was a devastating blow to Strange!
Of course, the other Strange—Liu Haizhu—was equally miserable.
You damn beast!
"Right, Liu Haizhu. From the moment we met until now, you've looked like you have something weighing on your mind. What happened? Is something making