A Magical Prodigy Seen Once in a Century

Wong reckoned that even if he had faced Kaecilius himself, he would not have dared claim he could have done any better than Duva.

"Don't worry about that. As long as they still have a breath left, they'll slowly recover." Duva, his clothes in tatters, calmly walked over to Wong.

By the time he came to a stop, most of the wounds on his body had already healed.

"Your arms—"

"They'll grow back too."

Wong looked on numbly, watching the severed arms slowly regenerate bit by bit. Though it was slow, at this rate they would eventually be restored completely. The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.

Healing flesh wounds was one thing, but even severed limbs could slowly grow back? No wonder Duva had dared use such an aggressive method against Kaecilius.

"Good thing Kaecilius used the Faltine Mouth..." Wong muttered. He suspected Kaecilius had simply been too greedy. If he had used less powerful magic, who knew how things might have turned out?

"I might not win, but I definitely won't die easily. I'm hard to kill," Duva said.

"Wong. My name is Wong. Kaecilius isn't the kind of person to let things go. His obsession is beyond ordinary. I don't know what happened between you... wait."

Wong's gaze fell on the seemingly ordinary Xenomorph, where traces of Black Magic still had not fully dissipated.

Sharp as he was, he vaguely guessed what had happened. Shock and anger appeared on his face.

"It wasn't much. As you can see, it was my first time coming into contact with magic, so I did some research. It seems the one behind Kaecilius noticed," Duva said casually.

"Enough. You're completely insane, actually touching Black Magic! That is the most dangerous and vile power in the world. No matter what happens, never touch it. I don't want to see you among the Black Magic Users someday!"

"Got it, got it. Someone else told me something similar before. He's being hunted all over the world by Magneto now," Duva said.

"Don't bring disputes from the mundane world into the Magic Realm—"

"Dormammu. I know Dormammu, and I know He is an Otherdimensional Demon God," Duva replied. "I'm not some idiot who knows nothing about magic."

Wong's gaze became increasingly dangerous as he hesitated over whether to deal with Duva here and now. "Every outstanding mage who joins the ranks of Black Magic Users starts out thinking exactly that way. Besides, you aren't even a mage."

"I saw words like that in an anti-drug PSA once. Wong, you're very knowledgeable. Before entering Kamar-Taj, were you perhaps a librarian?" Duva looked utterly calm as he leisurely gathered his Xenomorph forces and counted the losses.

He had brought twenty-two Xenomorphs. Eight had died, fewer losses than he had expected.

After all, his opponent had been Kaecilius.

"To be precise, I was a salesman," Wong said unhappily.

He had no interest in investigating where Duva had gotten so much information. Matters concerning Otherdimensional Demon Gods were no secret to certain ancient beings and organizations.

"Wong, give my regards to the Sorcerer Supreme."

After saying that, Duva leaped onto the Abomination Xenomorph's shoulder. With a brief farewell, he left.

Wong watched the man depart so decisively, his brow deeply furrowed.

"Don't be ridiculous. Where does he get that confidence? The Sorcerer Supreme doesn't have time to bother with a minor figure like him..."

But since it involved Kaecilius, Wong felt he should report it to the Sorcerer Supreme.

Passing through a portal, Wong quickly arrived at the Sorcerer Supreme's side.

"Sorcerer Supreme..." Before Wong could finish—

Mordo hurriedly said, "The Sorcerer Supreme is communicating with gods beyond this world. Do not disturb her!"

"It doesn't matter. I already know. What Duva said was quite interesting." Ancient One's eyes were tightly shut, vast, ocean-like magical particles surging around her, filling Wong's face with deep reverence.

Ordinary people could never know where the Sorcerer Supreme's limits lay.

After a long while, Ancient One finally opened her eyes. The Black Magic in their depths flashed and vanished without leaving any trace.

Wong said, "I don't understand Duva, nor do I know where he got the confidence to touch Dormammu's power. He even wants to meet the Sorcerer Supreme!"

"What? Kamar-Taj does not welcome such an arrogant person. He can forget about ever setting foot through the Sanctum's gates for the rest of his life!" Mordo's expression darkened, more angered by Duva's wishful thinking than anything else.

"He will not come, unless I grant him permission to use White Magic and allow his Xenomorphs to come into contact with magic as well," Ancient One said gently.

"How could that be possible? How could we give a group of animals—"

"Mordo, have you forgotten Krugarr? After leaving us, he vanished without a trace," Wong sternly pointed out Mordo's mistake.

Mordo could not stand hearing it. Krugarr was clearly an intelligent life-form resembling a humanoid fish, completely unrelated to animals.

Besides, Krugarr had long since left Earth and apparently joined a group called the Ravagers.

"Those are not animals. They may be even more 'intelligent' than humans. They are nothing much now, but in the future, they can create changes on the level of time."

Ancient One quickly changed the subject. "There is something more important now. Odin just contacted me. He has decided to exile his son to Earth and begin a trial."

"Thor? I've heard that man is extremely hot-tempered and arrogant. If someone like that comes to Earth, he won't settle down. He'll kill many people." Mordo was intensely displeased. What he hated most were things beyond his control.

"On the contrary," Ancient One said softly. "He will die on Earth."

Mordo and Wong's expressions changed drastically at once, both utterly stunned.

Thor would die on Earth? What kind of joke was that? By Earthling standards, Thor's personality was exceedingly violent, but as the son of Odin, a Skyfather Level powerhouse, his strength was also first-rate.

A man like that would die on Earth?

"Time will provide the clearest answer. It should not have happened this way, but even the ripples caused by the smallest variable can become a tsunami across the infinite span of time," Ancient One said.

"What should we do?"

"Mordo, Wong, keep a close watch on Kaecilius from now on. What concerns me most is Dormammu, who stands outside the dimension of time. History is most easily interfered with by Demon Gods unaffected by time."

"What about Thor? We could arrange a group of mages to protect him, then find the person who was supposed to kill him..."

"No need. Some want him dead, while others do not. We only need to stabilize Odin."

Ancient One's expression turned solemn. Considering the variable surrounding Strange, she needed to make preparations early. "Call Dum Dum Dugan over. Tell him that he is a magical prodigy seen once in a century, that I think very highly of him, and that I need him to arrange for a large batch more of himself to continue participating in the selection for the 'Ascetics.' The number... the more, the better."