Ancient One's words dispelled Doctor Strange's concerns. His mentor was right—running ten laps around New York every day, doing two thousand push-ups, jumping rope three thousand times without stopping... all that hard training had paid off. Not to mention the Super God Water, which had developed his potential, and the many books he had "borrowed" from the Multiverse Library. He was far stronger than he had been back then. That was indisputable.
Having a powerful enemy was not necessarily a bad thing. Ancient One's words sounded a little like empty encouragement, a little like someone talking without knowing the hardship, but Doctor Strange bought it. He thought it made sense.
"Fine, I agree. What's your plan?"
With Doctor Strange on board, Stark's plan was halfway complete.
If it was just the two of them, Stark felt they would be at a disadvantage. Doctor Strange claimed his magic had reached great heights, but from a layman's perspective, Stark did not think the current Doctor Strange could pin Thanos to the ground and make him call him daddy. They needed two more helpers.
After some discussion, Stark brought in the eldest daughter of the Johnson family, Rachel Johnson, who had officially inherited her mother Phoenix's title.
Doctor Strange was even more impressive. He summoned Old Thor over from the timeline.
"Tony, you have good taste. A mission like this is far too easy for me!" The moment Rachel received the news, she flew over.
With Cyclops's matter resolved, Jean had finally let go of part of her past. The attention her ex-boyfriend had previously drawn away now returned to the family.
Her two children were the top priority.
Little Rachel was simply too young, and her skill at acting cute was truly formidable. The moment anyone asked her to study, she cried.