The Illuminati universe

Avengers Compound, conference room.

Chu Hang studied the list on the holographic projection.

Thor, High Skyfather-level, wielding Stormbreaker in its complete form.

Wanda, Skyfather-level, fully awakened as the Scarlet Witch.

Rhodey, Sam, Bucky... they had been enhanced, but on a cosmic battlefield, they could only provide support.

Chu Hang's gaze stopped on one name: Stephen Strange.

The Sorcerer Supreme's magical skills were top-notch, but he lacked raw power.

Of all the monsters Chu Hang had encountered—Thanos, Apocalypse, Ego, Dormammu, the Anti-Monitor—which one wasn't a law-level being?

At Strange's current level, even keeping himself alive would be difficult.

Never mind the coming Multiverse war. The Council of Kangs, the Anti-Monitor, and the threats emerging from who knew where—every one of them was a formidable opponent.

Thor and Wanda were strong enough, but Strange's weakness had to be addressed.

Chu Hang closed his eyes, countless pieces of information surfacing in his mind.

A transmigrator's greatest advantage wasn't his cheat ability. It was his knowledge of the plot.

Earth-838.

The Illuminati universe.

Chu Hang opened his eyes, a smile curling his lips.

That universe had two things Strange needed.

The Book of the Vishanti, the pinnacle of white magic.

The Darkhold, the ultimate grimoire of black magic.

One white, one black. One righteous, one evil. Together, the two books could transform Strange's strength.

Chu Hang wasn't foolish enough to give Strange the Darkhold outright. Its corrupting influence was too strong; mishandling it could drive him mad.

But he could extract the useful knowledge, remove the dangerous parts, and teach him what remained.

Chu Hang turned and looked out the window.

Wanda was practicing Chaos Magic on the training grounds. Scarlet energy flowed around her, far more stable than before.

He walked over.

Wanda stopped and looked up at him.

"I'm taking a trip