Kamar-Taj's living place, Strange woke up from his sleep.
"Are you up?"
Before he could fully open his gloomy eyes, a smiling voice suddenly sounded.
"Fuck Fuck!"
Strange was startled and subconsciously shrank to the corner of the bed, leaning against the wall in a defensive posture.
He had always lived alone, so when he heard other people's voices unexpectedly, he inevitably overreacted.
"I said, Strange, no one who is timid can do Sorcerer Supreme."
The man said jokingly.
"How long have you been sitting here?"
Looking along the sound, Strange discovered that it was his contractor, the high-level mage who called himself "Superman".
He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the sky outside the window. A hint of fish belly white appeared slightly, it was not very late.
"It only takes twenty minutes. Kamar-Taj's breakfast tastes pretty good. Although it's a bit bland, I eat a lot of fish and meat every day, so I might as well try some porridge and side dishes."
Luke put down the book "《Magical Compendium》", showed a young face, and said with a smile, "Sorcerer Supreme Tournament is about to begin. With all due respect, Sorcerer Strange, with your current strength, you can't even get a ticket to enter the venue."
"Your senior brother Mordo stayed up all night, practicing hard, but you were lying in bed sleeping. It's no wonder that other people at Kamar-Taj don't think much of you."
After hearing the heart-wrenching words from his contractor, Strange lowered his head, a little frustrated.
He shrugged and said, "I never thought about becoming Sorcerer Supreme, I just... had the mentality to give it a try."
"Furthermore, I heard Old Wang say that Sorcerer Supreme can make a request to Vishanti."
"I want to heal my hands..."
Luke raised his eyebrows but remained silent.
No matter which universe it is in, Strange's hands have never been truly cured.
"Next time you enter someone else's bedroom, remember to knock."
Strange calmed down his depressed mood and got out of bed. With a casual move, the red Cloak hanging on the hanger flew over automatically.
This is the only magic weapon he owns, a flexible Cloak that seems to have its own consciousness.
Compared to Mordo, Shatterer Scepter, Skullsplitter Battleaxe, Cleaver Greatsword... and other sharp weapons, they are simply far behind.
"Sorcerer Supreme left you here yesterday. Did he have any secrets to tell?"
Strange washed up and asked curiously.
He felt that Luke's identity was becoming more and more mysterious, and he did not look like an ordinary high-level mage.
"Just a normal chat."
Luke kept the secret and did not let Strange know that he was the chosen one.
What if this guy swells up and causes Sorcerer Supreme Tournament to roll over.
Doctor Strange has always had this kind of record, sometimes reliable and sometimes off the mark.
Especially after joining Illuminati, together with Iron Man, they became the engine to destroy the earth mass.
Triggered all kinds of big events!
"Heh, are you a famous archmage in history?"
Strange didn't believe it, but guessed.
He originally only searched for the whereabouts of Kamar-Taj in order to heal his hands and return to normal life.
But after experiencing the wonder of the Magical Academy and the vastness of the dimensional world.
He no longer thought about returning to the secular world, but gradually became addicted to various magic techniques and new knowledge.
In this regard, Strange and Marvel Cinematic Universe are different from themselves.
He is more proactive and more willing to take responsibility.
"I have promised Ancient One to help you win this highly anticipated battle."
Luke looked serious and said calmly, "So, Sorcerer Strange, you have to cheer up and prepare for the next training."
"Training?"
A look of surprise appeared on Strange's face. Among Kamar-Taj's ascetic masters, he was already considered diligent and hard-working.
In addition to the fixed three to four hours of meditation every day, I also go to the library to study various white magic, and practice fighting and physical skills.
In the craziest stage, Strange didn't even have time to sleep.
After his body fell asleep, his soul left his body and continued reading - this was actually a test of his mental strength, and also confirmed that he indeed had extraordinary talents.
Compared with Mordo and Kaecilius, Strange just lacks enough time.
If this Sorcerer Supreme Tournament had not come so early, maybe he would have been more confident and his attitude towards it would have been more calm.
"Are you going to teach me a more powerful spell, or do you have any quick method?"
Hearing that Luke was going to give him special training, Strange couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
In his opinion, any high-level mage will have a unique secret skill that is the best in the world.
For example, Mordo.
As the top disciple of the Ancient One, he is not only proficient in the white magic of "Book of the Vishanti", but is also good at summoning and cursing Black Magic.
When it comes to combat effectiveness, Kamar-Taj has few opponents.
"I think the Ancient One said that when you stepped into Kamar-Taj."
Luke shook his head. Strange was not himself. He had the ready-made template of Magic Superman. The possibility of getting started in three days and getting started in five days was too low.
"When you face an opponent and want to punch him, the harder you punch, the more damage you will get."
"Just like an ordinary punch, it will cause physical pain to the person applying the force, so what is the cost of releasing a magic?"
"These words should sound familiar to you, right?"
Strange nodded, when he was learning the first attack spell, Cyttorak's Crimson Bands.
The Ancient One specifically did not remind you that there will be a price for casting spells.
Therefore, Strange practiced and used it repeatedly without scruples.
A week later, he began to vomit crazily, almost vomiting out all the food he had eaten, digestive residues, and even gastric juices.
For two full days, Strange was unable to eat normally and could only lie down next to the toilet to deal with the desire to vomit anytime and anywhere.
This is the heavy price of over-casting!
A lesson that will remain fresh in your memory!
"So, there is no quick way to become a mage."
Luke said calmly.
"Unless you want to sell your soul to Mephisto or Dormammu, you can only do it honestly, one step at a time, and take your time."
Strange curled his lips, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
As a top student who graduated from medical school and a representative of the elite class, he is actually more accustomed to taking shortcuts.
"Then how long did it take you to become a high-level mage?"
Strange asked casually.
"Five days."
Luke answered.
"..."
Is there no shortcut?
Can't do it quickly?
Strange's eyes widened with a shocked expression of "You're kidding me."
"Ahem, I'm rather... special."
Luke seems a little embarrassed, there is nothing he can do, who told him to be so good.
"However, I have other ways for you to win the battle for hegemony."
In order to change the topic, Luke threw out a very attractive bargaining chip.
An hour later.
Boom! Boom, boom, boom!
Heavy footsteps sounded in the square.
The ground shook and the stone bricks cracked, as if a giant elephant had stepped on it.
"Are you sure this will allow me to get a ticket to enter the venue and become a candidate for Sorcerer Supreme Tournament?"
Strange said angrily.
His whole body was wrapped in heavy armor, from head to toe, not a single bit was exposed.
Both hands carried a huge square shield as thick as a wall, enough to block the entire person.
"Of course. This can effectively increase your survival rate and prevent you from being eliminated by your opponent in the first place."
Luke nodded and said seriously.
As a qualified mage, of course, you must increase your life, endurance and defense.
As for spells, just click one Holy Light Illumination at most.
"But when I put on this sturdy heavy armor, it's very difficult for me to move. I can't cast spells quickly and join the battle!"
Strange was panting and said with difficulty.
He has not yet reached the level of a berserker. He is not tall or burly.
All in all, the physique is slightly lacking.
It is not easy to hold up this heavy armor.
"Fighting? You are a newbie who is not even a high-level mage, and you still want to join a group?"
Luke asked pretending to be surprised.
"Sorcerer Strange, it seems that your understanding of yourself is still lacking."
"Remember! The only thing you have to do is to ensure that you survive and don't get kicked out."
"Because if the candidate fails, the contractor will lose the qualification to continue fighting."
Luke asked Strange to put on a suit of heavy armor and carry a shield with both hands. It was not out of teasing or joking.
In his opinion, the other party only needs to hide behind him silently and wait for the result of lying down.
As for other aspects?
Superman is enough to solve all problems, crush all obstacles, and defeat all enemies.
Facing the candidates who may appear in the battle for hegemony, the strength of those legendary mages and hell creatures, Strange, is too disparate.
What he wants to do is add attribute points to his life, endurance and defense to ensure that he can survive.
Otherwise, no matter how strong Superman is.
As long as Strange is eliminated, he will lose the qualification to continue fighting.
"Starting from today, you have to do a hundred push-ups, a hundred squats, a hundred sit-ups every day, and run ten kilometers by the way."
Luke said seriously.
"And that's while wearing this heavy armor! Keep up this training!"