The harsh sound of the truck horn was like a slap on Ian's eardrums.
"Damn it! Grand Fortune Heavenly Venerable!" He jumped back instinctively, and his back hit the fire hydrant on the corner with a "bang". The cold metal made an overwhelming sound through the thin T-shirt.
Fortunately, the fire hydrant was not damaged enough to start spraying water.
"You're looking for death, you bastard! You're blocking the road, do you know?" the truck driver leaned half out of the window and roared, while the Santa Claus doll hanging on the rearview mirror swayed with it.
"First of all, I'm standing at a crosswalk. Secondly, I hope you really remember to buy insurance." Ian stepped forward and pointed his feet at the stopped large truck.
The wheels of two trucks flew off immediately.
Before the driver could react.
Ian tore and dismantled the truck's fuel tank with his bare hands, then threw it into the back of a pickup truck. The passing driver may have realized that he had encountered a gift from nature.
"Buzz~"
As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, he sprinted with full harvest, and disappeared around the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.
However, the speed of escaping is far less than the speed of Ian running out.
"Hey! Is this 911? I was robbed by a kid! Yes - he robbed my gas tank, and there were accomplices to help him. It must have been a long-planned crime!"
"He removed my fuel tank with his bare hands without using tools, and also used his feet to fly off six of my truck wheels.
So now I have to change my spare tire."
"What? Are you saying I'm kidding? I'm not kidding!"
"What do you mean by asking me to provide my identity information first? Damn it! Don't think I don't know that you are trying to be racist! You white people will only protect your own race!"
"My seven aunts and eight aunts finally smuggled themselves over from Curry Country, but you don't give them legal status. This is a lack of freedom and democracy!"
"Is this moral corruption?
The nagging driver Asan was fuming incompetently at the phone that had been hung up.
Will the police be dispatched?
Doesn't exist.
True alarms and false alarms need to be distinguished.
Operators in the U. S. police have considerable autonomy in this regard.
After running for two blocks, Ian finally stopped, not because he was too tired, but because his shoes had exploded under the load, and he did not want to continue performing barefoot running for passers-by.
"No, this world can have an impact on me again? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Ian is a little confused. No one knows what the so-called Creator means.
Instead of giving Ian a suspended position above his head, just set up a name [Saint of Merit] that can be seen by everyone wherever he goes and has various privileges.
This bullshit Creator.
He actually encouraged Universal Will to use Grand Fortune Heavenly Venerable to scare the little boy!
This is really something that uncles can endure and aunts can tolerate, but after weighing the pros and cons, Ian--Ian still chose to endure it. After all, it takes three million years to the east of the river and three million years to the west of the river.
He still needs to develop.
Mix in other people's territory.
After all, you need to suffer such a humiliation.
"Damn it! Why is this new Marvel world not a world without the invention of large trucks!" Ian is actually not really afraid of Grand Fortune Heavenly Venerable.
No matter how many trucks and airplanes were thrown at him, his heart would remain calm. He was just slightly worried about Grand Fortune Heavenly Venerable, which had four wheels on the ground and showed signs of moving.
No one can tell why.
Perhaps the aftermath of time travel is so indelible.
"I feel the malice from Creator." Ian stared at the rotten shoe of his left foot that was completely glued open, grinning at the toe, as if laughing at his feat of "flying over a large truck".
"I told you it would have an impact on me, so I would use my fists." Ian rubbed his hands with his hands in his hands, and saw a warm yellow tent set up across the road.
[Free shoes and clothing are distributed in winter, everyone has a share.]
This is another scenery line of America.
Rich people or churches often provide charitable aid because of votes and other interests. As the saying goes, don't give it in vain, Ian also immediately stepped forward to thank the rich people for their gifts.
"Merry Christmas! May you have a warm winter!"
The volunteer girl handed over a pair of thick work boots.
"I'm not very happy, but - thank you." Ian took the brand new boots, pinched the soles, and felt that the quality was good, so he quickly picked up another pair from the pile of shoes.
The volunteer girl did not stop his behavior, because Ian smiled at her. Being handsome is like this, and being a homeless person will have more advantages. "Are your eyes with contact lenses? They are so beautiful."
She even showed a nympho face to Ian.
"Thank you."
Ian thanked him again and left politely. He first put on new shoes for himself, then connected the other pair of shoes with shoelaces, and then hung them around his neck like a sausage.
On the street.
Crowds of people.
There is a steady flow of cars.
There is a kind of vitality that Ian has never felt in the frozen world before.
He looked around.
Suddenly I felt my cuff being pulled by someone.
"Sir, do you want to buy some? Help the poor little boy have enough funds to buy a PSP." There was actually a child on the roadside selling cookies.
And he also entangled Ian.
"It only costs five dollars, and I will also pray to Jesus for you." The little boy wearing a woolen hat held up the tin box, with several cookies in abstract shapes lying inside.
"Then you say a few words to him and ask him to give you a Game Console." Ian was not fooled. He felt that the little boy's skills were not worthy of owning a PSP that he didn't even have.
"Help me, help the child."
The little boy's eyes were red and he felt pitiful.
"Who is not a child? If you keep pestering me, I will sue your mother and your grandmother, saying that they teamed up to sexually harass me. Believe me, I will win."
Ian's deep tone shocked the little boy in front of him.
.?
The boy could only put away Ian's leftover tricks and watched with timidity and fear as Ian gradually disappeared around the corner. His little heart may have received a big shock today.
"It's really annoying to have to start socializing in this world from scratch." Ian felt a little melancholy and walked aimlessly on the street. The dazzling array of shops was dazzling.
It started to snow.
The weather changes somewhat erratically.
The cold wind carried snowflakes into Ian's collar, causing him to shrink his neck. It felt a bit like the end of winter, but the temperature was far from that cold.
[Black Street, Greenwich Village]
Ian passed the street sign. On both sides of the street, Christmas decorations shone with dazzling light. Pedestrians wrapped up their coats and hurried past.
The white breath exhaled stayed in the air for a short time and then dissipated.
In front of a three-story Victorian-style Brownstone Townhouse.
The small table covered with purple velvet is very eye-catching.
There is a crystal ball, Tarot Cards, and a crooked signboard on it.
[Tarot Reading]
Sitting behind the small table was a horse-faced man wearing a cheap Cloak of Levitation. His beard was trimmed neatly, but the hairstyle on his head was as wild as if it had been destroyed by a tornado.
"Young man! I see that you look worried. It seems that you have often encountered bad things recently. This is a sign that your destiny star is dim. Do you want to try Tarot Cards for divination?" He was washing Tarot Cards with exaggerated movements. When he saw Ian passing by, he immediately showed a mysterious smile.
Looks like a scammer.
"No, thank you."
Ian did not stop, maintaining basic courtesy, politely declined the other party and continued walking forward. Behind him, the fortune teller sighed regretfully and lamented the downturn of the market.
Regarding this.
Ian didn't hear it.
His attention had been drawn to the TV in the window of the electronics store on the street.
"What the hell!"
Ian's golden eyes shrank violently.
The decadent temperament is gone.
Instead, there was a trembling shock. On the screen, a figure wearing a familiar uniform walked onto the stage,
Then the audience, which looked like a talent show, burst into cheers.
"Ladies! Gentlemen!" The host's impassioned voice shook the whole street through the surround sound, "Let us welcome tonight's grand finale - Spider! Spider! Whirl! Wind!"
As soon as this sentence came out.
It immediately attracted many people on the street to gather around the window TV.
"It's Spider Whirlwind!"
"Oh my god! I love him the most!"
"His Whirlwind Spray is still a classic that no one else can surpass!"
The onlookers around him were all whispering to each other.
Ian can't listen to it at all.
He rubbed his eyes and confirmed again that the people on the talent show were wearing the same costumes as the superhero uniforms he remembered, but now the young boy was standing on the stage.
[Peter Parker]
There were subtitles on the TV that showed the boy's name.
"What the hell!"
Ian couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Spider-Man Peter Parker, this superhero is actually wearing a sequined modified version of the uniform, with a toothy smile cut out of his mask, and he does a split first and then a backflip on the stage!
"Gentlemen! Ladies! New York Boy is here! Where are the applause and screams?" Peter Parker grabbed a rope on the stage and hung himself into a human top. His red and blue tights were covered with luminous LED beads, and the spider logo on his back was changed into exaggerated fluorescent pink dots.
Music.
Rhythm.
Rotate.
dance.
Ian were all shocked.
What did he see!
I saw Spider-Man dancing crazily on the stage!
The background music is deafening.
The passers-by around the TV cheered as did the audience inside the TV.
"Coming! Coming soon!"
"Whirlwind Spray!"
Two children seemed extremely excited.
Only seen.
"Let's get high!"
Peter shouted to the Mike wind, and then he knelt down, put his hands on the ground, and raised his hips suddenly. At this moment, Ian, who looked dull, finally understood what Whirlwind Spray was.
"Pfft!"
Spider-Man's ass is spinning!
A large ball of white spider silk was sprayed out in a fan shape, accurately hitting the faces of the judges in the front row! At this moment, the audience in front of the TV and the audience inside the TV let out enthusiastic screams.
The atmosphere seemed to be boiling.
A young man with a mohawk waved a fluorescent sign reading "Web-Boy I love you" and fainted. There were even a few girls next to the TV who looked like they were about to collapse at any moment.
"??????"
Ian really hasn't had a question mark on his face for a long time.
His eyes looked like kettlebells, not brass bells.
"My eyes! My new eyes are going to be blind!" Ian closed his eyes and touched his open chin vigorously to make sure that his chin did not fall directly to the snow.
So scary!
Is this true?
It's simply scarier than the horror stories Jonathan loves to read!
"Imitation show! Or a fake person!" Ian didn't want to believe the facts he saw. He had a bad premonition.
Somewhat confused, he stepped back continuously and stood in the middle of the street again.
"Creator is there? If so--"
In order to prevent Grand Fortune Heavenly Venerable from appearing again, Ian lowered his voice when he raised his head and spoke, "If so, throw hundreds of Golden Apple over my head as big as my head?"
It's enough careful testing.
Still no response from Ian.
"No, is this reasonable? Is this correct? This---" Ian's voice stopped abruptly before he could finish expressing his heartfelt surprise, because he turned around and saw the clothing store on the street.
That man.
The man Marvel Universe, who has always believed that he was not cheating, is holding up his classic shield and standing in front of the glass display window of the clothing store.
Not Mannequin,
Because Ian's excellent vision captured the opponent's subtle movements of secretly moving his neck.
The boy's breathing stopped again.
Perhaps feeling Ian's gaze, the living model wearing only shorts and a bare upper body with perfect muscles in front of the window showed a white-toothed smile to Ian.
Yes.
The famous Captain America, the first generation leader of Marvel Universe, was actually posing in various bodybuilding poses in front of the display window at this time, and the olive oil applied on the abdominal muscles even shone under the spotlight!
"Dong dong dong!"
Ian rushed forward quickly.
He directly pressed his face against the cold window glass, and the white air he exhaled condensed into mist on the surface. The model suddenly came to life and made a gesture to him not to knock on the glass.
"I'm afraid I haven't fallen into the trap of Teacher Tony!" Ian's eyes were fixed on the shield in the model's hand. The iconic shield was once again held in the air by the model like a dumbbell.
"Are you really Steve Rogers?"
Ian unbelievingly opened the door and rushed into the store. The doorbell made a cheerful "ding-dong" sound. The cold wind carried snow flakes behind him, leaving a trace on the antique-style wooden floor.
"Yes, it's me, your favorite Captain America." The model showed a standard smile with eight teeth, and his abdominal muscles rose and fell with his breathing. His muscles indeed looked full of technology.
"Son, I know what you want to do."
Steve made a gesture to show off his biceps, "Would you like to touch it? It's a classic that modern technology cannot create,
It only costs a dollar and it will give you a full minute of touching time."
Good guy.
This also introduced a charging model.
"..."
Ian suffered a silent critical attack.
"Why are you doing this here?" He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, his mind filled with a magical animal named [Grass Mud Horse] rushing past.
"Uh."
Steve was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then showed a helpless expression.
"Hey, I can't help it. I have to eat after all. Those politicians are all bastards who have fallen in love with money. Can you believe they are paying me a pension according to the standards during World War II?"
He put away his grandiose display, looked a little lonely, and cursed, "The pension is based on 1945 standards? Who on earth can come up with such a trick to deal with me, Farke! I have never had such a nightmare after sleeping in the ice for decades!"
Perhaps because Ian is a child, Steve uses very restrained swear words, which are almost equivalent to modal particles such as "Mama".
"...
Ian's silence was just like his heart at the moment.
Deafening.
"Sorry - but you really have nothing to do with me. It's Tony. It must be him. His mental state is not normal.
I don't want to see a doctor myself, but I want to force a doctor on me."
Ian's expression is quite complicated. If he hasn't seen it yet, there is something wrong with this reopened world.
He really let down his Super Brain.
"What are you talking about?"
Steve was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Ian meant. He looked at Ian's clothes and suddenly took out a small card from his shorts.
"It seems that you are a rich Imp. YouTube will broadcast live at 8 o'clock tonight. I will lead everyone to continue [America's Ass Training Program]. Remember to subscribe on time."
"If you want to have a curvy butt like mine, you must start cultivating it from a young age." Ian didn't dare to accept Ian's card from Captain America. The man still kept his business-like smile.
"As handsome as I am, I don't actually need to have a buttocks anymore, but the buttocks outside need me." Ian opened his mouth and picked up the clothes rail next to him.
He helped Steve tidy up the super shorts that were a little exposed.
"Subscribe to my channel, and you can become more handsome." Steve still tried to sell without giving up, but when he saw the owner of the clothing store coming from the inner room, he quickly rearranged his posture.
"Remember to subscribe."
Steve gave the last instruction in a mosquito-like voice, and then his whole body returned to the stillness of a sculpture, as if he was afraid of being deducted for moving.
"Sir, how can I help you?"
The clothing store owner approached Ian.
"Pray for me that none of this is true, thank you." Ian knocked over a row of clothes hangers when he turned around, and the models' wigs rolled to the ground like colorful mushrooms.
It can be seen how much the little boy's heart was affected at this time.
"Sorry."
Ian pushed open the door of the clothing store and rushed out. It was not that he ran away in despair, but that he suddenly realized a problem and returned to the area he passed before.
[Black Street, Greenwich Village]
He carefully put Steve's overgrown mysterious hair back into the tight shorts.
When the protagonist jogged and approached this Brownstone Townhouse, the man setting up the stall seemed to have closed the stall. Not only were the small tables gone, but the door to the villa was completely closed.
The cold wind swirled the snowflakes.
Ian stood in front of the oak door carved with mysterious runes, looking up at this Victorian-style super villa.
If he guessed correctly, this place should be the so-called Sanctum Sanctorum.
Sanctum of Kamar-Taj.
From the outside, it looks the same as the surrounding houses, but it looks better, with French Baroque architectural charm and unique Mansard-style roofs.
Before there were buildings, this place was used by a United States aboriginal shaman as a place to seal Demons. It was later turned into a mass grave and the site of cult murders.
Later it became Kamar-Taj, which is the territory of Marvel Universe's mage holy land on earth. I don't know when it started. The originally evil place became Sorcerer Supreme's stronghold in New York.
It is also the residence of Doctor Strange.
And if Captain America and Spider-Man become characters like that, the identity of the street liar Ian just met here may be self-evident.
"I can't accept it. This is not the Marvel trip I wanted." Ian was very depressed. The Gargoyle on the spire tilted his head, as if laughing at his hesitation.
After more than ten seconds of confusion.
The boy took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door - knock, knock, knock.
The sound was very loud.
It's a pity that no one responded to him.
"This is so strange." Ian muttered and took back his hand, with a layer of fine patina on his fingertips, "Kamar-Taj's mage doesn't even maintain Sanctum's door knocker?"
It's not Ian's fault.
This is indeed a bit surprising.
Sanctum Sanctorum, as Sorcerer Supreme, protects the earth and the important buildings of this universe. It is an important node of the protective barrier. Logically speaking, it should be maintained regularly on a daily basis.
Why does it look like now.
They are almost as shabby as America Air Force fighter jets?
"Dong dong dong~"
Confused, Ian knocked on the door again. After knocking on the door this time, the crack in the door seemed to be getting wider, and a very plant-like incense smell floated into the room.
"Is it an invitation? Or is the door unlocked?"
Ian Try to push the door.
The thick oak door slid open silently, revealing the magnificent hall inside. The suspended candlesticks cast a warm halo.
It illuminates the thin dust accumulated on the handrail of the spiral staircase.
It looked like it hadn't been wiped down for at least a few months.
"Is anyone home?"
Ian asked politely. His voice echoed in the hall, startling several pigeons perched on the chandelier, and also allowed him to see where these pigeons were flying.
Feathers are falling.
The folding table covered with purple velvet was stored in the corner, and there was an armchair that was shaking constantly. The horse-faced man I saw before was lying on it with a leisurely look.
The man was dressed more than when we met him on the street - his dark blue pajamas were partially exposed from under the mage's robe, his left slipper was missing, and there was a hole in his right sock.
He was flipping through a book "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" with his long fingers. On the hardcover cover, the pipe Sherlock Holmes was painted in the shape of some kind of magic wand with a highlighter pen.
"Sir, why didn't you continue setting up the stall?" Ian stepped on the old Persian carpet, and the soles of his boots sank into the carpet. His familiar character made him take the initiative to ask.
"Of course it's because I'll stop after I earn 200 yuan a day." The man answered subconsciously, and then he closed the book suddenly as if he suddenly realized something.
"Wait!"
The man stood up suddenly, and the hot tea placed next to him spilled on his pajamas, but he didn't care much about it. He looked at Ian with a bit of surprise.
A red cloak automatically flew to his back.
Authentication has been successful.
"How did you get in!?"
Doctor Strange's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Maybe it's because the door is unlocked?"
Ian pointed behind him, making a slightly embarrassed expression.
"This has nothing to do with whether the door is unlocked, right? Where is Sanctum's protective spell?" Doctor Strange rushed to the door in a few seconds,
After checking it, his expression became even more incredible.
"There's no problem with the protective spell. Only people with my permission can approach my house, and you, you don't have my invitation." Doctor Strange stood at the door and turned around suddenly.
There was no anger on his face, but instead a kind of excitement, "This proves that Sanctum himself invited you, and it also means that you are probably the kind of amazing talent who was born to become a mage!"
Doctor Qi made a reasonable judgment, at least one that he felt was reasonable.
Ian was silent for a moment.
"Are you learning from Sherlock Holmes to do reasoning?"
He found that he didn't understand the superheroes in this world more and more.
Out of place.
Maybe that's how it feels.
"Ah?"
Doctor Strange was stunned for a moment.
"Have you discovered all this?"
He was a little embarrassed and let the cloak scratch his head for him.
It really feels like being extremely lazy.
"Don't learn it next time."
Ian sighed deeply.
"It doesn't look like it at all, but even so, it still makes it a little easier for me to get involved in the story of Sherlock Holmes."
His words made Doctor Strange very confused.
I thought about it for a long time.
I haven't figured out whether Ian is praising himself or criticizing himself.
"Stephen Strange? Former neurosurgeon?" Ian was in a melancholy mood now, so he did not continue chatting, but confirmed his identity information with Doctor Strange.
Hear the words.
Doctor Strange was stunned at first.
"You even know this?" Then, as if he had "deduced" something, he patted his forehead and said, "It seems that you also have an outstanding talent for prediction!"
"This is great! At least you won't starve to death in the future!"
"Child, are your parents around here? Forget it, that's not important. I can handle them one by one - the main thing is up to you. Do you want to consider changing your career to become a magnificent mage?"
"Really, I'm not going to lie to you, you have the potential to become Sorcerer Supreme!"
"I am Sorcerer Supreme. You don't need to wait for me to die to see if my cloak is handsome or not. As long as you learn how to do it, I will give it to you, and I will immediately find a place to hang myself!"
"It's seamless! It's so wonderful!"
Doctor Strange's tone of voice is very fast, but it does not prove that his thinking speed is also very fast. He said a lot in an instant, and his intention to deceive Ian was really too obvious.
Ian looked left and right.
No trace of the second mage's existence was found.
He probably realized it.
"Kamar-Taj Are you the only one left now?"
Ian's tone was a bit tentative.
Doctor Strange's excited expression solidified at this moment.
"Well, I'm not the only one left, it's just that the others are not so talented, you know - it seems that you have already dabbled in the magical world in advance."
"Do you come from a certain mage family?" Doctor Strange forcefully changed the subject, his method was very blunt. He was obviously covering up, and he felt like he wanted to pull something with Ian.
However.
Ian doesn't want to have anything to do with Doctor Strange.
"No, I'm not from a mage family. I'm from a positive energy family. Damn it, can this world be more normal? Compared with learning magic, which is no longer so important." Ian interrupted Doctor Strange, who wanted to continue to deceive people, "I actually want to know what is going on in this world."
He stared at Sorcerer Supreme in front of him.
"What's going on?"
Doctor Strange's expression was a little confused.
"You set up a stall to tell fortunes outside, Captain America worked as a model in a clothing store, and Spider-Man ran off to do a striptease. Damn it, I really hope he was just doing a striptease!"
Ian held his forehead.
It's him.
It's hard for them to accept such an absurd world.
"Oh, you said those two people are normal. They are just trying to make a living." Doctor Strange lay back on the chair again, with a tone that was a bit taken for granted.
The red cloak behind him flew back to the hanger.
"That's a superhero!"
Ian covered his head.
"No, I want to see Ancient One, I want to see Eternity--go and tell Eternity, I have done meritorious service for Marvel, I have shed blood for Marvel, I should know an answer."
It's not that he can't accept the absurd Marvel.
The boy finally became a hero for once, but he just couldn't accept that his heroic actions actually created such a weird and outrageous world.
"Eternity? If I knew how to get close to such a big guy, would I still be reading novels here?" Doctor Strange took the book <The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes> into his hands again.
"What's hidden in your crotch? I can feel the breath of magic." Doctor Strange spoke while reading, and he also changed a chair for Ian.
But Ian had no intention of sitting on it.
"A copy of Demon Book?"
Ian took out his collection from his crotch. To be honest, he still hasn't figured out what this book is. Maybe Doctor Strange can help him identify it.
Although the world is different.
But after all, there are some things in common.
<Ian's Book of Creation>
This book liked to change his name, and Ian was very useful, but he still walked forward with this licking book in his hand, trying to find the identification of Marvel Universe Sorcerer Supreme.
However.
"What the hell? The words on it are twisted into monsters. I can't understand it at all."
Doctor Strange glanced at Ian suspiciously, "As for Demons? Do you want to scare me? A ten-year-old mage should have known that Demons only exists in bedtime stories."
There was a bit of disdain in his words.
Ian's pupils shrank sharply.
Once again I noticed something new was wrong.
"What do you mean? Have you never seen Demons? Have you never fought against Dimension Demon God? Dormammu? Cyttorak?" Ian keenly captured the key information under the normal performance of Super Brain.
He immediately initiated questioning.
By the way, he also directly snatched <The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes> from Doctor Strange's hand.
"Who are Dormammu and Cyttorak?" Doctor Strange, who had no books, could only answer Ian helplessly. In his heart,
He already regards Ian as the successor to replace him.
It's not okay to be impatient.
You still have to trick the other party into entering the school.
"It's Dimension Demon God. It can also be called Dimension Lord."
Ian swallowed.
He seemed to have realized what Omnissiah Tony had done.
As expected.
"I don't know what Dimension Demon God is." Doctor Strange picked up the empty teacup and took a few sips. When he put the teacup down, it was as full as if he had vomited.
"And no one has ever seen Demons, because Demons is just a story used to scare children. It may also appear in film and television works, but at best they are just the product of people's imagination."
Doctor Qi's answer was still so natural.
Dead silence enveloped the hall.
"Oh."
Ian's expression keeps changing.
"Tony, you said you were not affected - oh, he seemed silent at the time."
His brain was slightly out of whack.
"No, what kind of magic do you Kamar-Taj mages learn? And the power of your cloak should come from the trinity Vishanti, right?"
Ian seems to have caught the loopholes of this world.
Nothing more.
"Uh-what is Vishanti? You make me a little confused. It seems that you have some understanding of the world of mages, but this understanding is also mixed with a lot of fantasy."
Doctor Strange stood up from his chair and manually took down the cloak that was automatically hung on the hanger. The cheap and inferior texture seemed very inconsistent.
"This is my Cloak of Levitation. It is not the work of Vishanti, but a magic weapon made by myself. God knows how much effort I spent on making it."
"But that's how you practice magic. You can only rely on yourself for everything." Doctor Strange's tone was full of emotion, and his words seemed to reveal the reason why this place is so deserted.
No creditors!
No backer!
This Marvel Universe magic can only be practiced hard by oneself! And the reason must be because of the information Tony added when setting up the Infinity Gauntlet!
Tony tampered with the planning information! It was mixed with private goods!
"If there is no magic source to give power, can mages take shortcuts? I mean it is more convenient to practice." Ian swallowed and tried hard to digest the information.
"No."
Doctor Strange shook his head.
The look in Ian's eyes is very strange.
"It turns out there are lazier people than me in this world."
His tone was very emotional.
"How did you get this magic weapon? Did you steal your parents' magic weapon?" Doctor Strange's attention was once again focused on the magical Magic Book that Ian took out. He began to consider whether he could defeat Ian's parents.
Snatch this child and bring him back to Kamar-Taj to learn magic.
And at this time.
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a knock on the door.
"It's my takeaway."
Doctor Strange was immediately attracted to his attention.
He ran quickly to the door.
"When I knocked on the door just now, I didn't see you reacting so quickly. Can't a boy like me be a delivery boy?" Ian was confused, but Doctor Strange's expression was even more confused.
"You haven't knocked on the door. If you had knocked on the door, I would definitely have heard it." Doctor Strange said as he opened the door. When the door opened, the cold wind filled with the aroma of cheese poured in.
It's pizza delivery.
The delivery person is still a beautiful girl.
Ian looks familiar.
"Hey, Gwen, you finally stop wearing leather pants. Do you still remember the bond between us? You owe me more than 180 favors, but you can't let it go easily!"
Ian said hello, testing whether this acquaintance had any past memories.
Yes.
Standing outside the door was a girl wearing a beanie with rabbit ears, holding a pizza box in her hand, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. This pizza girl with outstanding appearance was Gwen Stacey.
"Ah?"
Gwen looked blankly at the boy in the room.
"You are?"
She felt familiar, but couldn't remember anything.
"I, Wonder Boy Ian, you begged me to be the new version of Spider-Man, but I didn't agree." Ian keenly captured the trance in Gwen's eyes.
"I knew it! The bond of friendship can span time and space!" Ian was so excited that he pushed the strange world away, rushed out the door, picked up Gwen, who was in the circle of hatred, and ran out.
"Put me down! This is kidnapping! This is kidnapping!"
Gwen was so frightened that her face turned pale.
"We have to find Tony! If you still remember me! Even just a little bit, then Tony must be the same as you!" Ian has always had his own plan.
"God! What on earth are you talking about? What is your name Wonder Boy? You are simply a psychotic boy! Damn it! Why do I feel that this sentence is so familiar to me!"
Gwen beat Ian on the back.
But I found that Ian's back was stiff.
"Awesome!"
Ian was so happy.
"That's it! The power of bonds continues to work!"
He crossed the street quickly.
behind.
The strange doctor who was pushed to the ground looked as confused as an abandoned Princess Iron Fan.
"Damn it Imp! I was just going to invite you for pizza! Are you going to do this to me? Okay, you can do this to me---
This Sorcerer Supreme, should you take it seriously when you come back?"
After he stood up, he picked up the pizza box on the ground, opened the box and ate the pizza while shouting outside. However, the only person who responded to him was the figure of Ian, who was carrying Gwen and disappeared quickly.
Ian is very urgent.
Because Ian is coming back soon.
"Holy shit, how did he run so fast! He jumped up! He went to the sky!" Doctor Strange looked at the scene in the distance, and the half piece of pizza in his hand fell to the ground.
After a while.
He slowly recovered from the shock.
"It has only been ten minutes since it fell to the ground. I can definitely still eat it."
Doctor Strange picked up the pizza on the floor, closed the door in frustration, and walked back to the Sanctum hall, grabbing directly at <The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes> with his greasy hands.
Maybe.
This moment.
Something somewhere struck Doctor Strange's mind.
"No, what did he just say his name was?" Doctor Strange suddenly ran towards the back hall of Sanctum Sanctorum, opened a portal, and spanned an extremely long distance in an instant.
Kamar-Taj.
Stephen Strange crossed the threshold, the soles of his boots colliding with the stone floor.
No greetings from the apprentice.
No mage talk.
There was only the whistling sound of the cold wind passing through the corridor. The deserted holy place was very lonely. The wooden dummies on the training ground were covered with dust, and several abandoned training uniforms were still hanging on the racks and had weathered.
"I remember this name!" Doctor Strange's footsteps echoed in the corridor. He opened doors one after another and came to the dusty and empty library. Doctor Strange's fingers wandered among the bookshelves with few books, and finally stopped on an ancient book with a golden cover.
He carefully pulled it out, and the spine made a slight "click" sound, as if it had not been opened for many years, and the dust on it needed to be blown off to see the large words on the cover.
There are no words or magic records in the empty books.
However.
<Ian's Grimoire>
On the cover.
These big characters, which are even more golden than golden, are very conspicuous.