"...You?"
At Nick Fury's words, everyone present was visibly stunned.
"No, wait a second."
Strange looked thoroughly bewildered, trying hard to sort out his thoughts. "If I remember correctly, wasn't Nick Fury the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.? When did he become a mage?"
"I..."
"Isn't that perfectly normal?"
Before Strange could finish, Fang Mo cut him off. "Look, Nick Fury is Black. What's wrong with him knowing a little black magic?"
"Does being Black automatically mean someone is good at black magic?"
Strange felt the corner of his eye twitching. "By your logic... Pluto Sishon should also be Black, then? And Vishanti, the source of white magic, would be white?"
"Exactly."
Fang Mo nodded as if it were only natural. "That's how it should be."
"Then what about you?" Strange immediately asked. "Or put another way, what kind of magic do Easterners usually cultivate?"
"Yellow Magic!"
Fang Mo answered without hesitation. "Yellow is the ladder of human progress, the ultimate destination of all things. When humans first invented phones, they tried to make them as small as possible. But once people realized phones could be used to watch porn, the screens started getting bigger and bigger... That's the power of magic!"
"That's the power of technology!!!"
Strange could not help roaring, "Magic isn't something that shallow and vulgar! I absolutely won't—"
"Alright, Strange, don't listen to this guy's nonsense anymore."
Ancient One felt a headache coming on as well and interrupted him. "Nick Fury truly is just an ordinary person, with no talent for learning magic. But fate is unpredictable, and he happened to gain the favor of a powerful Dimensional Demon God..."
"That's more or less it."
Nick Fury did not deny it. "He gave me a bunch of strange magic, like creating massive quantities of nitrocellulose and claiming nitrocellulose