Kamar-Taj's Thousand-Year Foundation

Ian's logic was airtight.

His speeches were also extremely emotionally inflammatory.

In any case, he had never been refuted in front of people who didn't dare refute him.

Perhaps that was a kind of talent, too.

That silky little combo of Ian-style logic left Strange completely stunned, his mouth hanging open for ages without a single word coming out.

While Strange was still dazed, Ian had already moved. He grabbed Strange by the collar. "Cut the crap. Hurry up and open a portal to Kamar-Taj's library! The kind that goes straight to the core archives! Don't try anything. It's written in the agreement—you have to unconditionally cooperate with all my wishes!"

Signed on the spot, used on the spot. Brilliant.

"This is way too ridiculous." Strange wanted to cry but had no tears. Left with no choice, under Ian's "tyranny" and the "restraints" of the new contract, he could only pull a miserable face and laboriously mobilize what little magic he had left, sketching a portal in the air that led to Kamar-Taj deep in the Himalayas.

To avoid being detected, he also had to follow Ian's requirements and suppress the portal's fluctuations as much as possible, choosing a relatively remote access point. Doctor Strange had no idea why Ian was so practiced at doing this kind of thing.

Practice made perfect?

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.

Whoosh!

Light flashed.

The two vanished from the New York Sanctum and appeared in a quiet corner of a secluded corridor in Kamar-Taj's library. This place was worthy of being a palace of magical knowledge.

The space was far grander than it looked from the outside. Countless towering bookshelves stretched out like a forest, filled with parchment scrolls, bamboo slips, stone tablets, crystals, and even some faintly