The Emperor of Latveria had no time to concern himself with Stephen Strange. His earlier harsh words had merely been meant to break the doctor's spine, so that this arrogant and conceited man would humbly and carefully heed the Sorcerer Supreme's instruction. But he had not been entirely bluffing, either. If Stephen Strange lacked the ability and qualities to inherit the title, then to the Emperor, he truly was no better than a stray dog by the roadside.
Outside of official business, he might have been willing to chat with such a person and discuss professional knowledge. After all, humanity was a species brimming with creativity, and automated surgical machines could not invent new surgical techniques. But while handling official affairs, he truly had no interest in dealing with someone who only created problems, because the Emperor of Latveria would soon have to face many people who created problems.
In the foreseeable future, the number of humans with potential around the world would increase dramatically, leaping from a few dozen new cases each year to several hundred. More and more uneducated potential spellcasters, recklessly squandering their gifts, would cause chaos through instinct—their talents manifested in many forms. Some could move objects from afar; some could hear the thoughts of others or control them; some could teleport; some could unleash lightning or fire; some could induce hallucinations; some could foresee the future; some could even fluently speak languages they had never learned.
These were all manifestations of those potential spellcasters' future talents and inclinations toward specialized spells, but to ordinary people, they were merely troublemakers or "superheroes" standing in the spotlight. Tempted by fame and profit or victimized by their surroundings, these potential spellcasters had never enjoyed a safe, peaceful, and detached environment in which to grow. Without strict education, they