Strange held the spellbook and rolled his eyes.
Was it that he did not want to use the magic in this book?
It was that he could not afford the good deeds required as the price for using it.
Borrowing a lightning spell required him to save the lives of everyone on an entire street.
To someone raised in a capitalist society, that felt utterly absurd.
Although the magic in this book could also be used on credit.
Strange, who had recently fallen from being a top surgeon and been cut down by the elimination line, did not want to experience the taste of debt again.
"No matter what you say, there's no way I'm using this magic," Strange said stubbornly.
Old Wang shrugged indifferently. Experience had taught him that every mage eventually came around.
"I hope you can repeat those exact words a month from now."
As Old Wang spoke, he looked toward White Can.
The projection in the air had already been shut off by JARVIS.
Everyone was still shaken by what they had seen.
But they had only been spectators.
As for White Can, the center of the incident and even its instigator.
His expression had gone beyond mere daze, as though his soul had ascended to Heaven.
He stared blankly at the sky, allowing the robots to shackle his legs.
Even as he was shoved into the portal, he offered no resistance, like a camel that had lost its way.
"He's probably a little dead already," someone murmured.
No one responded.
At a time like this, most people remained quiet.
They had been stunned by Leon's simple, brutal, yet unfathomable methods.
They silently watched as the robots escorted White Can through the portal and vanished with him.
No one knew what White Can would experience afterward.