"Wood! This is robbery!!"
"They want my Soul Stone too?! This is a scientific society, how could Soul Stone possibly exist?!"
Strange was shocked by the outrageous conditions and instinctively stood up, which aggravated the wound on his hand, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Yes, I'm robbing you. Didn't you say you could name your price?"
"Healing your hands is a piece of cake for me. If you don't want to, please leave."
Thor calmly dismissed him and turned to leave.
"Wait a minute! It's only one hundred million US dollars, right? I'll agree!"
Strange gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed. One hundred million dollars—that was several years' worth of his total income!
However, it's worth it for his hands to heal.
Thor didn't turn around immediately; he was thinking about a very serious problem: to prevent this guy from defaulting, it would be best to have some kind of contract or something similar.
He remembered that this was Mephisto's forte, but he couldn't detect any trace of him on Earth. This was a problem.
The Ancient One was quite the deadbeat; she should have been well aware of Mephisto's intricate schemes, right?
" Stephen Strange, are you sure you're willing to pay with your Soul Stone and a hundred million dollars to heal your hands?"
Thor turned to Strange and said in a serious tone.
I'm sure!
Strange has no other options now; science can't help him anymore. He can only pin his hopes on these charlatans, hoping it will actually work.
"Alright, we'll sign the contract later. Right now, I need to check the quality of your Soul Stone."
"Wait?! This is a materialistic world. What Soul Stone? That doesn't exist...!"
Before Strange could finish speaking, Thor slapped him in the chest, blasting his Soul Stone out of the air.
His body was casually placed on the chair by Thor.
"Damn it! Soul Stone actually exist?! This is so unscientific?!"
Strange's worldview, which he had lived in for decades, was completely shattered. He looked at his transparent body, waving his hands frantically, trying to control his Soul Stone and return it to his body.
" The Soul Stone quality is good. Also, you don't need to try. Do you think you're Spider-Man that can swim back into your own body?"
Thor looked at Strange was flapping around in the air, and said.
"Who is Spider-Man? And are you really wizards? Like Harry Potter and Hogwarts?!"
Strange's eyes widened; he was as shocked as Columbus discovering the New World.
Thor ignored Strange, who had suddenly turned into a curious child, and waved his hand, sending his Soul Stone back into his body.
He had originally planned to let Strange travel through the multiverse, just like in the movies, but halfway through, he suddenly realized something: the Ancient One hadn't used this magic before.
He couldn't very well Strange as a guinea pig for experiments; who knew if he might suddenly offend some dimensional demon?
Thump--!
Before Thor could finish his thought, Strange knelt down in front of everyone, his voice trembling as he said:
"Teacher, I want to learn magic!"
Thor controlled Strange to get up with just his mind. With a flick of his finger, green light points sprang from his fingers and went straight into Strange's bandaged hands.
Strange, unfazed by this novel sight, looked up at Thor and asked, "This can heal my hands?! What kind of magic is this? Episkey?"
"No, you're a Muggle, you shouldn't know too much."
"Wait! I spent a hundred million dollars and even offered my Soul Stone, and you still won't let me learn magic?!"
Strange pressed for an answer.
"This is a deal between the two of us. I'm not in charge here. Whether you can learn magic or not is not my decision."
Thor said casually.
Strange, stunned for a few seconds, pressed on relentlessly, "Wait! What do you mean? What do you mean you're not in charge here? Then who are you?!"
"Oh, I'm just here as a guest, and incidentally to learn some magic. As for who I am? You should have heard of me; I am Thor."
Boom--!
An invisible giant hammer slammed down on Strange's head like a bolt from the blue.
"No wonder... I was wondering why you looked so familiar? You're Thor from the Avengers?!"
Strange finally remembered something; he had seen Thor's face on television before, and he remembered it perfectly—it was just a basic skill for him.
"So your hand isn't actually healed? You're lying to me?!"
After realizing what was happening, Strange angrily spoke up, pointing at Thor and questioning him.
"If your hand wasn't healed, would you be pointing at me like that?"
Thor looked at Strange with a friendly expression, his fingertips flicking as a tiny arc of electricity shot into Strange's body.
Sizzle sizzle---!
Strange was jolted awake by the sudden lightning, his limbs flailing wildly, his hair standing on end, his cheeks blackened, before he collapsed into a deep sleep.
My title as the Thunder King is not just for show!
" Thor, this..." Mordo watched the whole scene and was at a loss for words.
"It's nothing, I just gave him a shock, he's not going to die. Besides, even if I did shock him to death, I could pull him back. He still owes me a debt!"
After giving an explanation, Thor walked towards the direction where the Ancient One was training Wanda, leaving behind a somewhat bewildered person and another who preferred to sleep on the floor.
When Thor strolled back to the Ancient One's cabin, the combat training had already ended. As soon as Thor entered, he saw a guy with a bruised and swollen face. If the guy hadn't been wearing a red leather jacket, Thor would have thought some little pig had squeezed in!
Hahahaha!
Thor has a high threshold for laughter and doesn't usually laugh out loud unless he really can't help it.
The Ancient One truly lived up to her title as the Sorcerer Supreme; she possessed an unparalleled mastery of energy manipulation.
Wanda's cheeks were swollen, her nose was also swollen, and there were bruises all over her forehead. Up close, she looked exactly like Peppa Pig!
" Thor... you... hiss..."
Wanda never expected that Thor would start mocking her the moment he saw her. She was about to say something when her wound aggravated, and she cried out in pain.
" Ancient One, I don't remember you training Strange this harshly, did you?"
Thor glanced at the Ancient One, who was quietly sipping her tea.
"That's different. Chaos Magic has a higher ceiling, so the training methods are different, which is to be expected."
Thor had a feeling that the bald woman in front of him was doing it on purpose. He turned to look at Wanda the pig-headed man, and the power of law surged in his hands. In one move, he healed all of her injuries.
"That... is that all?"
Wanda had thought she'd be in for days with that swollen face, but Thor had managed to reduce the swelling so easily!
"Thank you, Thor!"
"No need to thank me. After all, I'm the one who kidnapped you... and brought you here. It's my responsibility. Wanda, you'd better get stronger quickly, and then give the Ancient One a good kick in the butt..."
Before Thor could finish speaking, he felt his feet slip and he fell into a portal, disappearing from sight.