The Only Two Variables Among 14,000,506 Outcomes

In the quiet bar, the lighting was dim and soft, some retro decorative paintings hung on the walls, and a faint aroma of alcohol filled the air.

Stephen Strange, who bears a striking resemblance to Holmes, sat at the bar, his deep eyes revealing an endless sense of loneliness.

For Stephen Fang, bumping into Strange on the street before he became Doctor Strange was not a strange thing.

Judging from the fact that Uchiha Yu would encounter the Akatsuki as soon as he left the village, and that the Main God Fang Yu would face a team battle in his reincarnation, Stephen Fang's situation in the Marvel World can be described as being marginalized.

Strange picked up his glass, tilted his head back, and downed the brandy in one gulp. The spicy liquid flowed down his throat, but it seemed unable to dispel the gloom in his heart.

Stephen Fang was also of the same generation as him, sat down next to him, frowned slightly as he watched his actions, and reminded him, "Hey, I'm not going to pay for you."

Upon hearing this, Stephen Strange gave a wry smile, slowly shook his head, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I don't care about that at all. If you want, you can order whatever you want, I can pay for it. Money? It's useless to me now. Right now, I just want to know if God really exists."

As he spoke, his eyes gradually reddened, and he became somewhat emotional. "I used to be the best surgeon. Patients praised me, saying my arrival was a blessing from God for the surgical profession." His voice trembled slightly, as if recalling that glorious past. "But now, look at my hands..."

Strange raised his hands, which trembled slightly uncontrollably. He could only use his right hand to support his left wrist in order to lift the glass.

Stephen Fang thought with a wicked sense of humor: with Strange's hand injured like this, numb and without feeling, would he feel like someone else's hand was guiding him when he rewarded himself?

"Forget about going back to being a doctor," Strange said with a wry smile, having no idea what the guy in front of him was thinking. "Even normal life has become so difficult."

"I used to think I was invincible, but a car accident took everything away from me. I sought medical help everywhere and tried all kinds of treatments, but to no avail."

"Um," Stephen Fang licked his lips, "At this point, our experience often suggests, 'Why not try traditional Chinese medicine?'"

"Traditional Chinese medicine?" Stephen Strange gave a bitter smile. "Traditional Chinese medicine, witch doctor, even Indian miracle cures—I even smeared myself with cow dung and drank Ganges River water, God! That's like the Periodic Table! I had diarrhea for a full two weeks!"

Thinking about this, Stephen Strange became angrier and angrier. He grabbed his glass and slammed it against the bar twice. Still not satisfied, he smashed the glass on the ground.

"God! God!" Stephen Strange grabbed his unkempt hair and stomped on the ground several times.

Seeing the strange looks he was getting, Stephen Strange reverted to his mechanical social demeanor and apologized to everyone with a pursed mouth.

Upon seeing Doctor Strange in this state, Stephen Fong felt quite sorry for him.

It was this obsession with regaining his hands that allowed him to reach Kamar-Taj, meet the Ancient One, and learn magic.

"Feel sorry."

After apologizing to the people around him, Stephen Strange bowed slightly to Stephen Fang. "Actually, I don't expect to be able to regain my hands. I just heard you calling out on the roadside, which reminded me of my own situation. I'm sorry, I'll be going now."

Just as Stephen Strange was about to leave, Stephen Fang stepped forward and blocked his way.

"What if I said that there is a God in the world?"

Stephen Strange, a mocking smile on his face, vented his anger under the influence of alcohol, saying, "If there really is a God, then say to him, beg him, let me die!"

The moment he finished speaking, Stephen Strange, vanished.

Strange suddenly sobered up!

He rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he wasn't seeing things, he anxiously looked around!

He prayed to God for months, and His God answered his prayers today!

And yet, he himself had verbally driven the other person away!?

The future Doctor Strange Strange looked anxious but didn't notice that a nearly invisible line of writing flashed across his right arm.

V50!

That was Flying Thunder God Mark specially made by Uchiha Yu.

Stephen Fang: "As long as we maintain the Stephen Strange connection, finding Kamar-Taj is only a matter of time!"

Bruce Yu: "Borrow, borrow! The thought of the loan sharks failing to collect international calls makes me want to squeeze as much as possible!"

On the border of the Land of Rain, a group of strange white figures are moving quickly along a winding path.

Their steps were synchronized, yet they carried an eerie aura; viewed from above, they resembled a giant white python slithering across the land.

This is the White Zetsu Army!

They marched rapidly towards Konoha as part of a forced march.

At the forefront of the White Zetsu Army, several ninjas dressed in black trench coats embroidered with red flames and clouds stood tall and straight, their eyes cold and stern, looking like bosses. They were none other than the Akatsuki, which struck fear into the hearts of the entire Shinobi World!

This time, the Akatsuki mobilized its entire force.

The target is none other than the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki of Konoha!

When the group reached several forks in the road, Deva Path Pain's emotionless voice rang out. "Go in pairs. Sasori of the Red Sands and Hidan, you two will lead the way and meet up with the Hidden Sand Puppet Force first."

Upon hearing the command, Hidan flashed his signature the Batman Who Laughs, crossed his arms behind his head, and said nonchalantly, "Hehe, finally some fun! War! Maybe my Lord Jashin will have a good time."

Sasori of the Red Sands snorted coldly, his body, which was enveloped by Hiruko, moved slightly, and he replied in an icy voice, "Hmph, don't hold me back. I don't want to ruin things because of your stupidity."

Although Sasori also disliked Deidara, there's no harm without comparison. Hidan a simpleton and doesn't have Deidara's cuteness at all.

Unfortunately, Deidara was captured during the Konoha Ninja Exams and his whereabouts are currently unknown.

Hidan curled his lip, completely unconcerned about Sasori's attitude. "Tch, you old fogey, what do you know about fun? When we get to the battlefield, watch me offer all those enemies to Lord Jashin one by one."

The two bickered all the way and soon approached the rendezvous point that the Hidden Sand Puppet Force had planned.

However, just as they were about to arrive, they suddenly noticed a sudden forest ahead.

This forest stands out from the surrounding barren environment. The trees are tall and dense, with intertwined branches and leaves, forming a natural barrier. It looks dark and seems as if many Vietnamese people are hiding inside.

Hidan stopped, a puzzled look on his face. "What's going on? This forest is a bit strange!"

Sasori of the Red Sands frowned, carefully observing the forest. Years of combat experience made him sense something was wrong. "Be careful, this forest is too strange. There might be a trap."

Upon hearing about the trap, Hidan became excited.

"A trap? What trap could possibly stop me! No problem! Watch me personally walk through the minefield! Nothing in this world can kill me!"

With Hidan, Hidan disappeared into the woods.

Then he regretted it.