Dark Dimension

at the same time.

New York, New Manhattan City.

Within a world enveloped by the Dark Dimension.

The dagger that illuminated the darkness with the light of life fell like a broken swallow.

The last glimmer of light faded away.

The Midnight Nurse and treated her.

Where is Strange?

Daredevil asked.

Who knows? Maybe that version of myself who performed the magic trick has left us alone.

"Someone said in despair."

It has been over a year now. In this dark world, nothing that emits light, such as electricity, exists; it is swallowed by darkness.

There is no light, no energy.

They could only sit and wait to die; once all supplies were exhausted, everyone would starve to death here.

"We've lost all hope, haven't we?"

The Midnight Nurse.

"Before, we had daggers to light the way for the top of the tower, but now even the light of her own life is almost gone."

She stroked the unconscious face of the dagger, her expression filled with sorrow.

"Don't give up hope, we still have friends beyond the Dark Dimension who are working hard."

Daredevil could only offer words of comfort.

"It's been a year, and there's still no news. Daredevil, you know better than I what that means."

This means the heroes have lost, Hydra has won. Their old friends are in dire straits; no one will come to their rescue.

"How long will our food last?" the Midnight Nurse quipped.

Just then, several white vans drove aggressively through the darkness. The van in front slammed on its brakes, leaving a deep mark on the broken asphalt road.

A human mountain dressed in a white suit descended.

Daredevil and Midnight Nurse immediately became alert.

"Kingpin!"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to cause trouble."

Kingpin and gestured to his mercenaries. The back doors of several medium-sized vans opened, and boxes of food were unloaded.

"I'm here to deliver supplies to you, or rather, to the refugees, Daredevil. You're not going to kick me out, are you?" Kingpin chuckled.

"You're really that kind?"

Upon hearing this, Kingpin honestly shook his head. "Of course not."

The honest Kingpin laid out his plan straight. "I'm going to make sure all of New York remembers me, Kingpin, and see who saved their lives in this most dangerous time. When we leave this damn place, they'll crown me."

This is an open strategy.

Even if Daredevil knew about his plan, it wouldn't matter. Could Daredevil, as a Super Hero, possibly stop him from doing good deeds?

"You seem quite confident. Perhaps we'll never get out, your plan will fall through, and you'll actually have less time to survive because of the supplies you've distributed."

"If that's the case, we'll all die sooner or later, so what's the difference?"

Kingpin asked.

Daredevil wanted to say that Kingpin die before they were rescued.

But it just doesn't seem possible.

Do you really think of him as a great philanthropist?

Daredevil is certain that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Kingpin will be the last person to survive in this space.

But now all he can do is pray that Kingpin's plan succeeds.

At least it signifies victory.

At that moment, the dark space distorted, and a wizard wearing a red Cloak and looking like a vampire suddenly appeared.

"Strange?"

Daredevil tilted his ear in surprise and "looked" at him.

Doctor Strange leaned weakly against the wall, but hope burned in his eyes.

"I've found a spell that might help us get out of here."

He made a firm promise.

"Really?" the Midnight Nurse exclaimed in surprise.

Luke Cage, standing not far away, remained skeptical. "Are you sure you can get out of here? Are you sure the spell will work?"

Doctor Strange shook his head. "I can't be sure, but I crossed dimensions and used my Sanctum Sanctorum collateral to obtain this spell. I hope it works."

"That doesn't sound very plausible."

Luke Cage said.

He always felt that the current Doctor Strange was the kind of person who would buy health supplements.

We have to give it a try. How do we do that?

Doctor Strange looked at everyone and said, "My magical power is very weak right now; I can't cast a spell on my own."

For some reason, Strange actually lost most of his magical powers, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

"Cloak, dagger, I need your teleportation abilities and energy."

Dagger had only recently regained consciousness and was even weaker than Doctor Strange at the moment.

The Midnight Nurse said, "No, the dagger's energy is depleted. Continuing to release energy could kill us."

"I'm fine."

He pushed her away with his dagger, forcing himself to stand up. "Let's begin now, Dr. Strange."

The Cloak approached.

He was originally a black man, but now he was even blacker than a black man; beneath his swirling Cloak was a pitch-black shadow, like a ghost.

The Cloak body was an entrance to the Dark Dimension; he could have left this hellish place on his own with the dagger.

However, because Madam Hydra sealed the teleportation spell with her magic, his abilities also became ineffective.

He was quite pleased to hear that Doctor Strange had a solution.

I will do everything I can to help!

"Both of you, come to my side."

Doctor Strange sat down cross-legged and began to meditate. His dagger and Cloak formed a triangle, one providing him with energy and the other opening the gate to the Dark Dimension for him.

The power of magic linked them together like chains.

"Ah!"

Before long, the dagger was already starting to feel strained.

The feeling of life force draining away is like having a large amount of blood drained from your body.

"Strange!"

The Midnight Nurse.

"Don't disturb me while I'm chanting the spell!"

Doctor Strange closed his eyes tightly, and his speech involuntarily quickened.

The magical array spread out, enveloping everyone.

Before Luke Cage could even show a hint of joy, the magical light went out, and he sank back into darkness like a deflated balloon.

Thump.

The dagger fell from mid-air and the user fell unconscious again.

The spell failed.

Doctor Strange didn't know whether the spell itself wasn't working or the dagger's energy was running low.

But regardless, their last remaining hope was shattered.

"Damn it... I got scammed."

He cursed weakly, "That damned magic librarian tricked me out of my Sanctum Sanctorum with a useless spell."

"Wait a minute, it's not like it had absolutely no effect."

Suddenly, the Cloak clutched his stomach, a strange expression on his face.

The next second.

His body twisted like a sack, as if it contained some kind of energetic monster.

Something's about to come out!

Swish!

With a tearing sound, his invisible dark body was pierced and torn apart by a scythe-like claw.

Then, to everyone's horror, a ghost with its head upside down floated out of the Cloak.

"Um?"

"Out of a man's body?"

"That's disgusting!"