[Extra] Xiwen and Strange (2)

(Continuing from the finale)

Beyond the spatial rift opened by Death, a clear blue sky appeared before us.

As soon as he entered this dimension, Xiwen felt a strong magical fluctuation, which also carried a faint sense of familiarity.

"It seems the level of magic development here is quite high; we need to be careful!" Xiwen turned to Miranda and warned her.

Miranda nodded solemnly.

Just as the two were still speculating about what this dimension was like, a man with a long face and a goatee flew over, carried by a red Cloak.

"So you're invaders from another world, right?" he asked with a mysterious air.

Miranda, her face serious, was about to explain their origins to the strange man when she heard Xiwen chuckle beside her.

"Am I that funny?" the man in the red Cloak asked, landing on the ground with displeasure.

It was clear that his face darkened after hearing Xiwen's laughter.

"Excuse me, I just thought of something happy." Xiwen pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress a smile, but she seemed to be having a hard time holding it in.

Miranda couldn't help but turn to look at him, asking in surprise, "Xiwen, what's wrong with you today?"

"If you crossed dimensions to come here just to mock me, then congratulations, you've succeeded!" the long-faced man said, somewhat annoyed. "So, may you now return to your own world?"

"It's not that it's impossible."

As Xiwen spoke, he took two steps forward, almost touching the man's face, and carefully examined the oval pendant he was wearing on his chest.

"But before you leave, could you please return the time energy I lent you?"

Xiwen tapped the pendant, which resembled an eye, with his index finger, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The long-faced man's eyes widened instantly...

177A Blake Street, Greenwich Village, downtown New York City.

A three-story Victorian-style townhouse stands on the street, featuring French Baroque architectural design and a duplex roof. The roof also has a circular skylight composed of four curves.

This is the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Its interior space seemed much more spacious than it appeared from the outside, with maze-like corridors, various magical objects, and furniture of different sizes.

At this moment, Xiwen was looking around and touching things in the Sanctum Sanctorum. He hadn't seen anything related to Kamar-Taj for nearly twenty years, and now he was interested in everything.

Miranda was still confused about how things were going. Why did this strange, horse-faced man change his attitude after Xiwen casually said something, and then lead them to a large mansion in a friendly manner? Moreover, the two of them seemed to be quite close.

Before Xiwen calmed down, she had nothing to do but sit in a chair and idly drink tea. Every time she took a sip, the tea in her cup would automatically refill.

Strange, draped in a red Cloak, followed Xiwen with a helpless expression, constantly reminding him not to touch anything he shouldn't.

"Hey, stop! That's the Brazier of Bom'Galiath. You don't mean to enter Mephisto's domain right after defeating a Demon God, do you?!"

"You can look, but don't touch it! The Bell of the Vishanti is used to communicate with the Realm of Ikonn!"

"This won't do either! The Axe of Angarruumus is my most beloved treasure!"

"..."

When Strange said that an axe was his most prized possession, his beloved Cloak of Levitation was displeased and slapped him hard across the collar.

"Stop it, stop it... Okay, okay, you're my most beloved baby, alright?"

Inside the Sanctum Sanctorum, Strange and his beloved Cloak were curled up in a ball, the image of the new Sorcerer Supreme completely shattered before Xiwen.

Seeing this scene before him, Xiwen chuckled softly.

"So, did that time energy help you, Your Excellency the Sorcerer Supreme?" he asked sarcastically.

Strange pushed aside the hem of the Cloak of Levitation that was obscuring his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him. His face was unfamiliar, but his tone and expression were extremely familiar.

"That's a lifesaver for me," he chuckled. "Thank you, Senior Brother Xiwen."

"It's nothing!" Xiwen waved his hand. "I've always remembered what you said, 'From now on, I'll protect you.'"

Strange and Xiwen exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly.

"So you're no longer rejected by the world?" Strange asked curiously.

"That's not how it is," Xiwen shook his head. "My Soul Body is still over there. What's here now is just my new body and newly born Sub-Soul, which is why I haven't felt any rejection."

Even now, I still don't understand why I'm being rejected by the universe!

Strange paused for a moment, then said softly, "Xiwen, have you ever considered that you might not belong to this world at all?"

Xiwen's eyes flickered slightly.

"After you left, I asked the Ancient One about you," Strange continued. "He said... your soul strength didn't simply grow stronger through the trials of being rejected by the world."

"Ever since he found you, he has sensed the power hidden deep within your soul. The trials of the world have only made it more solid and refined."

Xiwen's expression became somewhat dazed. "So, that means..."

"In other words, you are most likely a powerful sorcerer who was reborn in Kamar-Taj from another world!" Strange said with certainty.

He led Xiwen to a mysterious mirror and formed a hand seal.

"This is the Black Mirror; it allows us to see other dimensions, time, and reality," Strange said. "However, to use it correctly, we need a medium."

"I understand," Xiwen nodded.

He formed the hand seals along with Strange, and at the same time closed his eyes.

A phantom figure emerged from Xiwen's body. Xiwen's Sub-Soul gathered all traces related to the main soul at his brow, and then rammed into the Black Mirror!

The next moment, an extremely blurry image appeared before Xiwen's eyes--

In ancient times, a major event occurred in the Wizarding World.

Death has invaded Earth in one dimension, causing near extinction for humanity.

At that time, wise men such as the Three Peverell Brothers had already realized that humans could not fight against Death on their own, so they devised the great plan of using Death's power to fight Death.

However, in order to gain Death's trust, they must be ruthless towards their own people. This would instantly create a huge gap in humanity's advanced combat capabilities, and they might be completely destroyed by Death before the three brothers' plan can be accomplished.

At this critical moment, a monk from the East stepped forward.

He led an indomitable people, desperately trying to stop the advance of Death, and made an indelible contribution to the success of the Three Peverell Brothers' plan!

In the end, the great Eastern mage succumbed to Death.

Ignotus Peverell was deeply moved. To prevent the hero's soul from being used by Death, he used the spatial power of the Invisibility Cloak to send his weakened soul to another dimension...

Xiwen knew what happened afterward.

The weakened soul was placed inside the body of an orphan in the Himalayas, where it was found by an old man surnamed Yao and became a genius sorcerer of Kamar-Taj.