A Little Stronger Than the King of Shadow Flow

To be fair, Du Mu had nothing against Strange.

Although Strange was always silently mocking and bad-mouthing him, Du Mu did not mind at all. He forgot about it the moment he turned away and never took it to heart.

Just like now: watching Strange getting strung up and beaten by the Kamar-Taj Eighteen Copper Men, he had already forgotten how Strange had called him petty in his thoughts more than ten days ago.

Everything Du Mu did was actually for Strange's own good.

After all, Strange was Kamar-Taj's chosen successor. Barring any surprises, once Du Mu retired, Strange would almost certainly take over as the next Sorcerer Supreme.

Du Mu was a responsible man. Naturally, he could not leave a mountain of debt behind and then blithely walk away like a certain bald person.

Of course, the main problem was that Strange was still far too weak, and his temperament needed work.

If Du Mu casually dumped the position of Sorcerer Supreme on Strange, he might return from a trip around other servers to find that a Dimensional Demon had steamrolled Earth—or that Strange had wrecked everything with his creative death wishes.

Anyone familiar with Marvel's works knew that Strange was reasonably reliable when Earth faced danger.

But when there was no danger, Strange himself was the greatest danger.

There was no telling just how much trouble he could cause.

That was precisely why Du Mu kept finding ways to temper Strange, with particular emphasis on strengthening his body.

To put it bluntly, if a Dimensional Demon attacked in the future, how could Strange secure loans from it to cast those powerful forbidden spells without an indestructible physique to serve as collateral?

For Kamar-Taj's sorcerers, the body was the most important thing. If their bodies were not up to