Today was undoubtedly Kamar-Taj's busiest day since entering the twenty-first century. The climate changes triggered by the terrifying supernatural phenomena in the North Atlantic Ocean were already enough of a headache. The culprit's promise that they would "keep things under control" had proven to be nothing but empty talk. Stephen Strange did not consider causing a large-scale humanitarian disaster and mass extinction to be any form of restraint.
Due to severe sleep deprivation and magical exhaustion, Stephen Strange was filled with resentment toward the Lord of Kamar-Taj and the All-Father, both figures he should have respected. He felt as though he had returned to his medical school days, when he had looked forward to spending time in the library.
Back then, he had Ritalin, Adderall, and modafinil to take. But at Kamar-Taj, only ascetics from the South Asian subcontinent could use herbs like cannabis, which he considered purely recreational. That was because the ascetics needed to stimulate their minds before using all living beings and souls as filters. Arcanists were forbidden from using such drugs. Even if Stephen Strange could find someone to write him a prescription, there was no way he could bring the medication into the Himalayan headquarters or any of the Sanctums.
"At least they didn't blow up the planet, right?"
Master Wong was still laughing, and that attitude irritated Stephen Strange. Though he did not have to maintain the Planetary Defense System alongside the other Arcanists, the burden of wielding the Eye of Agamotto was still immense. Seeing Master Wong looking so energetic made Stephen Strange furious.
"Is that supposed to be good enough?" he demanded.
"I told you, if they wanted to, they absolutely could have done it. Otherwise, why do you think we need to learn magic like the Mirror Dimension? Now that it's