In a certain parallel universe, the story of a crazy man is unfolding.
This man is currently in a gloomy secret room, surrounded by all kinds of weird and twisted sculptures, decorations, pictures, books...
He was sitting cross-legged in the center of a huge, strange magic circle condensed by energy filled with a depraved dark aura.
The densely packed twisted runes are constantly squirming inside, making people feel a splitting headache, blood coagulation all over their body, and mental madness just by looking at it.
The man was dressed in an exquisite mage outfit, but he didn't look very Transcendent. Instead, he gave people the feeling that his body had fallen into darkness, his temperament was gloomy and strange, and he was ready to choose and devour anyone at any time.
His face is thin, with obvious cheekbones and slightly sunken eye sockets. His skin is not pale or ashen like that of ordinary white people, nor is it fair or bronze like Sun, but a spreading black-gray, like a spreading layer of paint on his face, which makes people feel uncomfortable at first sight.
His short hair is neatly styled, with a slightly slouched look. The top of his head is black, but the temples on both sides are gray-white, giving him an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of life.
And if someone familiar with his face sees it, even if it has some changes, he will be recognized immediately. He is Strange.
This Strange is now expressionless and constantly twisting the spells full of ominous meanings. At the same time, his lips are slightly moving, and he is reciting mysterious and sinister spells that are difficult to pronounce and lead to corruption.
I don't know how long it took, but Strange stopped moving. A dark space crack several meters wide suddenly opened in front of him. A thick disgusting flesh tentacle opened its top spiral-toothed mouth and swallowed Strange's head in an instant.
"Hmph!"
Facing the attack, Strange remained unmoved. After snorting coldly, the magic circle under him immediately reacted, and dense scarlet chains quickly emerged from it. They entangled tightly and imprisoned the tentacles, and continued to spread unceremoniously into the cracks in the space, pulling the owner of the tentacles outwards.
At this time, the magic formula in Strange's hand changed. It was no longer a summoning, positioning, contract, deception, etc., but a strange magic formula full of greed Galactus.
"Drink!"
"Ouch--!"
As Strange roared with a ferocious expression, a roar of anger mixed with fear came from the space crack as if in response.
The chains that imprisoned the tentacles and the tentacle owners in the magic circle suddenly penetrated into Strange's body, and together with the tentacles and the tentacle owners who had not yet had time to show up, they twisted into a flowing liquid of strange color, and squeezed into Strange's body.
"Drink--!!!"
As the fluid was injected, Strange's body tightened violently and trembled continuously. The expression on his face became more twisted and ferocious, and a painful roar came from his throat.
His figure began to become blurry, with fewer and fewer human gestures and more and more weird limbs. Finally, it became like layers of ghosts struggling in his body, trying to break free and come to the world.
"Ah... come back!"
Strange roared out a strange echo from his throat that became like thousands of ghosts roaring at the same time, and his strong willpower began to forcibly suppress the strange changes in his body.
His body began to shake rapidly, and the strange and strange limbs on the blurry figure became less and less swaying, and became more solid as they swayed.
Tentacles, claws, wings, tail, feathers, scales...
These limbs, which are either ferocious, evil, twisted, or disgusting, are constantly wandering around, constantly replacing, and constantly fused and entangled on Strange's body.
His body is like an aggregate of countless monsters, with countless monsters struggling, fighting, Galactus, and merging inside to evolve into a more powerful existence!
Finally, the chains in the magic circle pulled all the tentacle owners into Strange's body. The cracks in the space slowly closed, and the strange light on the magic circle gradually extinguished. Only the candlelight placed around it was still swaying, reflecting the increasingly smaller figure shaking in the magic circle.
"Huh..."
Strange opened his eyes and exhaled a stream of turbid air from his mouth. His eyes turned dark in an instant, then scarlet, and suddenly turned into cold vertical pupils, and finally returned to their normal appearance.
His shadow under the candlelight was also twisted and stretched out with tentacles, wings, and claws, but when he looked again, there was only a normal figure sitting cross-legged.
"Christine... Wait for me, I will definitely save you!"
"Absolutely!"
Strange thought of his girlfriend who died in the car accident, and his mind was instantly filled with deep longing and guilt.
Ever since he knew that Christine's death was the destined sacrifice for him to successfully become Sorcerer Supreme, Strange has been thinking about resurrecting her all the time.
He had used the power of Time Stone to try to save Christine across time countless times, but no matter what he did, there were always unexpected accidents that led to the death of Christine.
Car accidents, thrown objects from high altitude, explosions, falls, poisoning...
He watched helplessly as Christine continued to die, but there was nothing he could do.
He went crazy, he asked Ancient One, he read the forbidden knowledge of Kamar-Taj, and he tried all kinds of forbidden evil magic.
He was desperate because he couldn't see a shred of hope, and his deep guilt and longing for Christine gradually turned into his deep obsession and even his inner demon.
Finally, he paranoidly believed that as long as he had absolute power, he could forcibly resurrect Christine so that she would not have to sacrifice for him to become Sorcerer Supreme.
So, after Ancient One left, he began to secretly summon various dimensional creatures, demons, evil gods...Galactus into his body to continuously strengthen his power.
As time goes by, he becomes stronger and stronger, and his inner demons become deeper and deeper.
His essence began to get farther and farther away from humans, closer to the devil, and gradually transformed into a terrifying existence.
Strange After restraining all the changes in his body, he raised his hand slightly, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed, from a strange secret room to a gorgeous and majestic temple.
He sat in New York Sanctum with a faint smile on his face. His skinny face turned rosy and plump again, his eyes were deep, and his temperament was noble and mysterious. Looking at him made people feel at ease, and he didn't look as weird as in the secret room just now.
He subconsciously rubbed the Eye of Agamotto hanging on his chest, thinking about things related to the Time Stone inside.
"At the time when Christine died across time, there seemed to be an almost undetectable force of time and space that stayed for a while..."
"Is the death of Christine really just because of Absolute Point in Time?"
During this period of time, Strange did not try to resurrect Christine, but he often visited her quietly across time.
As Strange Galactus's strange creatures became more and more powerful, some time and space fluctuations that he could not sense before began to be gradually noticed by him.
"Why... do I have the feeling that Christine is not dead?"
"The fluctuations in space and time... are they parallel universes?"
Strange's eyes became dark. He already had some guesses, but he didn't have enough power to prove them yet.
"If Christine is not dead, then who am I...?"
"I'll find you!"