Reborn in MCU as Doctor Stephen Strange
Chapter 1 Flashback and Adapting (Edited)
I don't exactly remember what I was doing, but I think I was at home, engrossed in reading. While I was reading, I heard someone knocking on a door. Not my room door. From what I remember, the knock was coming from somewhere inside of me. The intensity of the knock was increasing every second and my heart rate was also increasing. I had a feeling that something was going to happen, something very bad.
The knocking came to a point that my head started hurting slightly. After a few minutes, the knocking stopped and my surroundings became silent. Then I heard a very loud sound, which broke something like glass and also something inside me, and just for a split second, I saw something beyond my imagination. I know my brain can't imagine something so spectacular, something so vast, something so big, and out of this world.
I saw. I remember my perception going far away from my body and then it broke through something. Something like a wall or a glass wall. I broke through 100 or 1000 of them in a single second; it felt too painful in that split second, and the next second I was free of the pain. When the pain was gone, I opened my eyes thinking it could be a dream, but what I saw brought me back to reality.
I saw a person lying on the floor of a grey room filled with books, a vast number of books too much for a single person to read in his lifetime. Then I saw the person fading. He was losing his yellowish colour, becoming more transparent, becoming more light. I tried to help him, but I was blocked by a wall, a thin wall of glass, which I punched. I hit it again and this time harder and cracks started forming on the glass.
I punched it a few more times. It was almost on the verge of breaking, just one more punch and it would break, but then I saw the person. He was nowhere to be seen. He was gone and then I saw the glass breaking into tiny pieces and disappearing into nothingness. I went inside the room, wondering if there was anything inside that I could use to find out where I was.
Just when I reached the centre of the room, I heard another crackling sound. I turned around as fast as I could, and I saw the wall was repairing itself, and it was thicker and looked more durable than before. Seeing it, I panicked and ran towards the wall, trying to punch it with all my might, but it didn't even shook. After tiring myself out, I gave up. My non-existent body began to feel heavy.
I could feel something flowing inside and filling me with colour. It was memories. Memories of someone else. It was like seeing a movie, a very long and boring movie, with little to no fun. It was like a recording of every second of someone's life. I thought how could someone remember so much about himself and then it happened. I definitely saw it before falling unconscious.
A man driving a super car at night at high speed and losing control over it when he crashed into another car and from the impact, his car rolled down. After multiple rolls, the car finally stopped and after that everything was blank. I remember the same thing happening to someone else, someone who I saw in movies like Doctor Strange, more specifically Marvel movies. I was fucked.
And then I fell unconscious.
I woke up not inside my room, not even in the room in which I was trapped. I was in a hospital. I was afraid to look at my hand. If it were broken, then my fear would come true. I somehow managed to look at my hand and saw 2 hands wrapped fully in bandages, leaving just the fingers and some stainless steel rods attached to my hands.
I started to panic. My heart rate was rapidly increasing and the alarms started ringing. After a few seconds, some people came in. They were running around me trying to understand what was happening. There was also a female doctor who was trying to calm me down but nothing worked and I again fell unconscious.
When I regained my consciousness, I wasn't panicking. I was trying to accept everything that was happening to me. I tried to look at the window of the room. I saw the night sky. It was peaceful. It looked like everything was frozen in time and I was alone with a sky full of stars.
After some hours of thinking, I came to the conclusion that there is no benefit in thinking more. I will think about it as the time comes. And after that, I went to sleep again.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw Doctor Christine Palmer, the former colleague of Dr Stephen Strange, beside me.
"Hey, it's okay, it's going to be okay," Christine said.
I looked towards my hand and said— "What did they do?"
"They rushed you in a chopper. But it took a little while to find you. The golden hours of nerve damage went by while you were in the car," Christine replied.
"What did they do?" I asked again.
"There are 11 stainless steel pins in the bones. Multiple torn ligaments, severe nerve damage in both hands. You were on the table for 11 hours," Christine explained.
While this was happening, I was thinking what to say. If I say something wrong or different from what the original Stephen was supposed to say, then the timeline would deviate from the canon and it would be noticed by TVA (Time Variance Authority) and Ancient One. TVA will erase me, and I don't know what the ancient one will do. She would be losing the next candidate for her seat. And then I did the best thing I could do in that moment.
"How could they do so badly?" I questioned.
"No one could have done better," Christine responded.
"I could have," I said solemnly.
Chapter 2 Adapting and meeting someone
Christine: No one could have done better.
Strange: I could have.
It's been 4 months. 1 month after my accident, I was discharged from the hospital. I went to my luxury apartment. Dr. Christine came every now and then to talk and motivate me to move on in life. She also noticed the changes in me. I was different. I wasn't like the previous Dr. Strange, who was arrogant. I was a simple man, a student, 21 or 22 years old. I don't remember, and I've forgotten most of my life. I don't remember anything personal about my life, like family, friends, or how I spent my life. Except for my life, I remember most of the things like movies, stories, games, anime, the world's history, geography, politics, technology, etc. And from them, I can conclude that my previous world was nice; it was peaceful there, no kind of existential crisis like wiping out half of the population, and no sign of aliens attacking earth, no sign of Galactus eating earth.
I knew I was changing. I was being influenced. influenced by Dr. Stephen Strange's memories and his brain. His brain, what could I say about it? It was amazing. I have an incredible memory. I remember everything I saw, everything I heard, everything I smelled, everything I tasted, everything I felt. It felt amazing and frustrating too. I finally understood where those long and tedious memories and memory books in that room came from.
After almost 4 months, I have come to some conclusions.
This world is fucked. It's different from what I remember from the movies. I never read the comics. I never finished reading it. I didn't have that kind of time. But I know that there were mutants in comics. But there are no mutants here. This world is different. It's different from the MCU I know. The timeline here is messed up. It's 2010 and Tony Stain just came back after getting kidnapped. His stark industries stock prices were on the rise again after falling due to his kidnapping, until Tony dropped another bomb by saying that he was shutting down his weapon manufacturing department, which resulted in stark industries stock prices dropping to an all-time low. And then I saw a chance. This is a chance for me to rake in a fortune from stark industries. I bought everything I could from Starks. I emptied my whole fortune into it. Christine tried to stop me, but I ignored her. I bought everything I could. I almost spent about 20 million dollars on it, which was earned by me being a neurosurgeon. With that kind of money, I was only able to buy 0.1 percentage of his stock. And I wasn't depressed; I was happy. I know what it will earn me. After some months of waiting, the stock prices will rise again. And I will become rich.
I remember from the movies what happened to Stephen Strange after his accident. He spent all of his money on his treatment, but nothing came of it. He was broke. He just had enough money to go to Nepal in search of Kamar Taj. Even after becoming a sorcerer, he was still boke. In the future, he would sometimes go to fight rings to earn money. And he wanted to change that if he somehow became a sorcerer.
Everything in this universe is similar to the MCU I know of: no mutants, no sign of Professor Charles Xavier. There was no Captain America after World War II, and still no sign of Inhumans.
For now, everything in my life is going smoothly. I started to walk, leaving my wheel chair. My hands were still shaking even though. Christine came every now and then, whenever possible. I haven't mentioned it, but she was beautiful. I can't put it into words. Our relationship was progressing slowly. I remember from the movies that Stephen fucked his relationship with her after the accident, then came the sorcerer job, and then came Thanos wiping 5 years of his life.
And there was one more thing. I was thinking about whether I should go to Kamar Taj right now or later. I had no choice in it. I have to eventually meet the Ancient One.
Time skip: 4 more months later.
Yesterday,Tony announced that he is Iron Man the same way he did in the movies. And after that day, his stock prices were through the roof. Christine told me I must have a third eye to predict all this. But I shivered at that thought. It isn't uncommon for Dr. Strange to have 3 eyes in the comics and movies either. And there are many theories about the third eye.
During these four months, I've noticed something or someone watching me. And from what I can think, it must be the Ancient One. Did I do something wrong? Have she noticed me? I don't know. She must be watching me form the Mirror dimension. And how was I able to sense her?
Later that night, when I was asleep, I felt a pull, it was same pull that I felt when I came here, but it was different. It wasn't forceful. It felt like someone had just picked me up gently dropped me on the ground. When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in my soul or astral form, and I wasn't alone there. Someone else was there too. His back was facing towards me. When he turned towards me, a blinding golden light entered my eyes. His face was golden in colour. I don't know who he was. He turned towards me and said-
Unknown: Hello, Dr. Stephen Strange. I hope your journey has been smooth till now. I came here to talk to you about something. It would be very important for you.
Stephen: Who are you?
Unknown: Oh! my appearance. Let me change it for you.
Then I saw his face changing in real time. It was like the previous appearance was made out of illusion, and now his true self is in front of me.
Stephen: Fuck!
Chapter 3 Why? and Knowledge
(Then I saw his face changing in real time. It was like the previous appearance was made out of illusion, and now his true self is in front of me.)
Stephen: Fuck. Stan Lee.
One Above All: Hello, Stephen. I know it is a lot for you to understand, but I was the one who brought you here. If it was possible, I wouldn't have brought you.
Stephen: But why me?
OAA: There was no specific reason for choosing you, but I came across you while looking for a suitable candidate for this body.
Stephen: There where other to. You could have taken any on of them.
OAA: Your soul and body weren't in harmony. Your body wasn't able to adapt to your soul. Your soul had a large capacity for magic power, but the rules of your world didn't let your body evolve.
(I was stunned listening to what he said. I was just picked up randomly from billions of people living on earth just because my soul and body were not in harmony, and he just said it so casually like it was nothing.)
Stephen: What right do you have to take me out of my world?
OAA: Yes, I don't have the right to take you out of your world. But your life, Stephen, was going to get messy. If I hadn't taken you out, you would have eventually died after 1 or 2 years. Your body and soul were in too much dissonance.
Stephen: Then what about my family and friends who lived on earth, and what about my memories? Most of them are gone. I can't remember anything about my life.
OAA: Yes, there were some family members, but they were all distant relatives, and you were a restrained and inhibited introvert, so you didn't have much contact with them. As for your memories, it was due to a lack of magic. Earth and the universe from where you are is a unique place. It doesn't have magic. Even in a backwater universe, there is at least some amount of magic power. In this vast omniverse, there are many versions of your Earth, and each of them has magic. When someone with high magical capacity dies, they tend to retain their memories, and some of them are given the option of being reincarnated. Of course, without memories, that is. They can only choose which world they want to go to and some small benefits. And sometimes one or two of those 1000 are exempt from memory wiping.
Stephen: Why?
OAA: Because they are being sent there for the rectification of their world.
See, there was a pact made between us administrators. The pact said that we would not interfere in our universe's matters directly.
Stephen: But you can interfere in the universe of another administrator.
OAA: Yes, we can interfere in other multiverse. But to do so, we would be met with that multiverse administrator. And since your universe didn't have an administrator, I was able to bring you here.
Stephen: Then they can also bring someone from my previous world to theirs.
OAA: Yes, they can, but finding someone like you is nearly impossible.
Stephen: Can't they just give them power ups
OAA: No they can't. It was mentioned in the pact, so no power ups.
Stephen: So that's the reason you didn't give me anything.
OAA: Yes, sorry about that.
Stephen: Why didn't my universe have an administrator?
OAA: How much do you know about the Omniverse?
Stephen: It is a collection of different types of universes.
OAA: Yes, you are right. See, every different type of universe has its own copy. It may have some variations, but the basic principles are the same. And here is where your universe comes in. It's quite unique. It doesn't have its own multiverse. There are similar universes like it, but their principles are different.
Stephen: It's like not having any magic.
OAA: Yes, such as no magic, but there are other things, such as no parallel universes, no major control over space and time, and no administrator.
Stephen: What do you mean by "administrator" and "control over space and time"?
OAA: Administrators are people like me who watch over a multiverse. And major control over space and time means no one would be able to create a time machine in your universe. You may be able to control a little bit of it, but not too much.
Stephen: You mean in all other universes, time travel is possible?
OAA: Yes and no. Most of the universe does not have the right technology for it. And some don't even have the right materials for their construction.
Stephen: Can't you use magic for time travel?
OAA: Yes, you can, but the amount of magic required is too much, and the correct way is not known at all. Let's get back to the main point. Where was I? Ah, yes, your universe is unique. It doesn't have its own multiverse, but it is somehow connected to every other multiverse. When someone dies in your universe, their soul is automatically transferred to another multiverse and they get reincarnated. From what we administrators have seen so far, we think your universe is the prime universe from which every other multiverse is formed. Every soul that dies here goes to another universe for its next life. We administrators are one of the most powerful entities in the Omniverse, but we can not influence anything in that universe. After exhausting most of my powers, I was able to pull your soul out of it. And as for your memories, I gave you a constant supply of a large amount of magic power to let you retain your memories, but it was still not enough, so I decided to retain your experience over your life memories. And since I was using my magic, which has a natural perception ability, you also gained a little bit of it. You must have felt her. She was watching you closely.
Stephen: Why was she watching me? Did she catch me?
(I asked him being a little bit afraid. He chuckled and said)
Stan Lee: No, she didn't catch you. She is just observing you, thinking, Why are you special?
Chapter 4 Knowledge and someone new
--- I asked him being a little bit afraid. He chuckled and said--
One above all: No, she didn't catch you. She is just observing you, thinking, Why are you special?
Stephen: Won't she know that I am not Doctor Stephen Strange?
OAA: No, she won't know. I don't have enough authority in other multiverse, but here I regain supreme and almost know everything.
Stephen: And why did you bring me here?
OAA: As you saw, Dr. Strange was dying. And since this universe's future also depends on him, I had to replace him.
Stephen: You are a god here. Can't you bring him back to life?
OAA: Yes, I can, but remember the pact.
Stephen: Oh, yes.
OAA: And even if I could, he wouldn't be, what is needed for this universe.
Stephen: And I will?
OAA: I think you will.
(Fuck)
Stephen: What about TVA? Won't they erase me and reset the timeline.
OAA: This reality is not a part of the sacred timeline created by TVA.
Stephen: But outside of the sacred timeline, there will be chaos
OAA: No, TVA was created in the 31st century, so for now you are safe.
Stephen: Won't they travel to the past, erase me, and reset the timeline.
OAA: They could. But I have secured this reality for now. As for the future, you will have to find it yourself.
Stephen: And what about the ancient one? Won't she find out?
OAA: No, she will not find out. You believe that by taking his body, you are invading this reality. But for others, it will seem like it was normal. They won't even notice. They won't know anything about you. She has already seen into your future and she knows that you will change after the accident.
Stephen: A last question why do you look like him? Why are this world stories in my world.
OAA: Don't tell me you didn't figure it out till now.
Stephen: I did, but I still want to hear from you.
OAA: Yes you are right, I am him. I also have my own variants "strange". And one of my variants is in your universe. And as for how my multiverse stories came to be, by his dreams. Every variant of someone is connected to others by their dreams "strange".
Stephen: So I also have my own variants.
OAA: Yes you have.
Stephen: Does this universe have one.
OAA: No it doesn't.
OAA: Let's end our talk here. I have to get back to my work.
Stephen: Wait, when should I go to Kamar Taj?
OAA: When the integration of your body and soul is complete. Integration will last at most a month. As it is the last phase, it would be painful for the coming month. And remember to become strong. A war is coming.
Stephen: The Multiversal War
OAA: That would, but I know you can handle it. I am talking about something much bigger. Now I have to go. See you next time.
Stephen: Then what war are you talking about, and he is gone. Now, how should I get out of here?
(While I was thinking about how to get out of here, a door suddenly formed in front of me. I entered through the door, and then I got another pull, taking me somewhere. When my vision cleared, I was in bed. When I looked at my body, it was sweating too much. When I tried to get up, I got aches throughout my body. It felt like I was sleeping in a cryogenic chamber for too long, and now I am getting out of it. Has the last phase of integration started? Does it put this much burden on my body)
OAA POV
(When I reached my domain, I looked towards him. He was sleeping. Suddenly, I saw a light on my left side, a bright green light. From the green light, someone entered my domain.)
???: Will he be of assistance?
OAA: He will. He needs to be. His soul was able to handle 80 percent of my magic power, and we don't know his upper limit. Thank you for keeping other administrators away for all that time.
???: No problem. You know, a time will come when his soul will want more but his body will not provide it.
OAA: Yes a time will come when he will have to leave his body.
???: What do you think what type of body he should get.
OAA: I don't know.
???: How about a body like mine?
OAA: narcissist
???: Hay!
OAA: Let's leave it up to him.
???: Is there any news about beyonders?
OAA: No
???: Not a single word from them.
OAA: No
???: The council is here.
OAA: all of them
???: No
OAA: Are there any new members
???: Yes, there are.
OAA: How many
???: There are a total of eight
OAA: just eight.
What about the rest
???: Most of them are still under discussion. It will take time. Some are on the other side. Some decided to stay neutral.
OAA: Stay neutral. Don't they know what it implies?
???:They think it's better than total destruction.
OAA: We should still try to persuade them. As for the people still talking, let them be.
???: You know they are not strong enough, so why go through all this trouble?
OAA: Anything is preferable to nothing.
???: You should try to meet the Beyonders again.
OAA: I will try.
???: You should take me there.
OAA: no
???: You're a bore.
OAA: Let's meet the council. Have you told them about "Strange"?
???: No, do you intend to?
OAA: No, let's not raise their hopes. And I don't want any spies to know about it.
???: What about me? I could also be a spy.
OAA: I know you inside-out. And if you are, you will regret it for the rest of your non-existent life.
???: You know, I am powerful enough to handle you.
OAA: I know you are. But you will still lose.
POV end
Chapter 5 Integration
???: "You Know , I am Powerful enough to handle you."
OAA: "I know you are. But you will Still lose."
POV end
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I woke in my bed with a jolt, feeling as though the weight of the world was crashing down on me. Had I really met him, or was it just a figment of my imagination? I couldn't tell reality from illusion. All I knew was that the upcoming month would be excruciatingly painful. It felt like something was moving inside me, something foreign that my body was rejecting. I tried to ignore the pain and the unsettling feeling coursing through me.
Getting up from bed, I went to the window and pulled back the curtains. The world outside greeted me with a new morning, a fresh start. But when I glanced at the clock, it still read 5:30. Hunger gnawed at me, but my fridge was empty. I changed my clothes and left the apartment, wandering the streets lost in thought.
Should I seek out the ancient one? Should I go to 122B Baker Street, or perhaps journey to Nepal? The idea of visiting sanctum sanctorum crossed my mind, but explaining how I knew of such a place would be difficult.
I decided to set those thoughts aside for now. My current priority was enduring the pain, both physical and emotional, that seemed to consume me. After breakfast at a nearby café, I returned home, realizing I had the whole day ahead of me and nothing to fill it with. But in just one month, my life would change.
Fifteen days passed in a blur of agony. Each day, the pain intensified, leaving me bedridden and soaked in sweat. How would I survive fifteen more days like this?
Continuing to endure the torment, I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind consumed by thoughts of the future and the mysterious journey that lay ahead.
-Time skip 15 days-
I don't know how I endured 29 days of this agony, but finally, it's the end. Today marks the last day, and although the pain still grips me tightly, I feel like I can endure it. I'm not sure if the pain is diminishing or if I'm simply becoming resistant to it, but everything seems to be falling into place. It's as if I finally have a single body again. Before, it felt like I was in control of two separate entities, but now everything seems to be aligning, as if the pieces of a puzzle are finally clicking into place.
After enduring for another 12 hours, I felt it—a subtle shift within me, as if something had clicked into place. And just like that, the pain vanished, the discomfort dissipating into the ether.
As the pain receded, I felt my muscles relaxing, the sudden release of tension causing me to faint once again. Upon waking, I glanced at the clock—it was midnight. I had been sleeping for more than 12 hours. Attempting to rise from bed proved difficult; my weakened hands gave out, leaving me sprawled helplessly for another ten minutes before mustering the strength to stand.
Surveying my body, I noticed a pallor to my skin, though it was gradually returning to its natural hue. And I seemed to have lost weight, my clothes hanging loosely from my frame. The smell emanating from my body was foul, a combination of days' worth of sweat and neglect.
My first act upon waking was to quench my thirst. I raided the fridge for water, downing bottle after bottle until my parched throat felt somewhat relieved. Then, driven by hunger, I scavenged for food, finding only stale bread that had been sitting for over ten days. Without hesitation, I tore into it, devouring it ravenously, the pungent odor doing little to deter my voracious appetite.
Once my hunger was somewhat sated, I sought solace in a hot shower, the sensation of the water cascading over my body akin to a divine blessing. It was a sensation of pure bliss, akin to the relief one feels after a long day of exertion.
Emerging from the shower, I dressed in fresh clothes, though the reflection in the mirror revealed a gaunt figure, a stark reminder of the toll the past month had taken on my body.
As I contemplated the events of the past month, I couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted within me. What lay ahead remained uncertain, but for now, I relished in the simple pleasures of cleanliness and nourishment, grateful to have emerged from the ordeal stronger than before.
It was still 2 am, and I knew I had time until sunrise. Heading to the bedroom, I immediately recoiled upon entering—the smell was overpowering. There was no way I could sleep in there with such a foul odor lingering. I resolved to clean the room later and retreated to the living room, sinking into the softness of the sofa.
I woke again at 5 am, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon. Rising from the sofa, I ventured out into the still somewhat empty streets of New York City. Making my way to the café where I had been having breakfast for the past 30 days before my disappearance, I ordered some food to satisfy my hunger. Each bite felt like a taste of heaven, and I couldn't resist ordering more before departing.
As I made my way back home, I spotted Christine ascending the stairs to the apartment building. With a sudden impulse, I hurried after her, catching up just as she reached to ring the bell of my apartment. My unexpected presence startled her, causing her to react instinctively. In a flash, her fist connected with my face, and I stumbled backward, losing my balance and crashing to the floor.
The impact of her punch rattled me, leaving me reeling on the ground. Was that punch particularly hard, or had my body become weaker during my ordeal?
Shaking off the shock, I slowly regained my footing, offering a sheepish apology to Christine, who looked equally surprised by her own reaction. Brushing off the incident, I made my way back into the apartment with Christine.
when we entered the apartment. the first think she did was shout at me.
Christine: "Where the fuck were you for the last 10 days. i came 2 times in the last 15 days. and you didn't even answer ones. you didn't even answer my calls."
Me: "I'm sorry, Christine. It's... complicated. I've been going through some personal struggles, and I needed time to sort things out."
Christine's expression softened slightly, but her anger still simmered beneath the surface.
Christine: "That's no excuse for disappearing without a word. Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought something terrible had happened to you."
Me: "I know, and I'm truly sorry for causing you worry. I didn't mean to shut you out, but I was dealing with some... issues.
Christine: "Fine. But right now, you need to clean up this apartment. It's a mess."
She was right. The state of the apartment mirrored the chaos within me, and I realized that cleaning up would be a step towards reclaiming control over my life.
Nodding in agreement, I set to work alongside Christine, scrubbing away the layers of neglect and decay that had accumulated during my absence. As we worked side by side, the tension between us eased, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.
By the time we finished, the apartment looked transformed—a reflection of the fresh start I yearned for. Turning to Christine, I offered her a grateful smile.
Me: "Thank you, Christine. I know I've been difficult to deal with lately, but I appreciate your patience and support."
Christine returned my smile.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow through the windows, I felt a sense of hope stirring within me. The road ahead might be rocky but I knew I could overcome any obstacle that lay in my path.
Chapter 6 Finding Kamar-Taj and Meeting
Me: "Thank you, Christine. I know I've been difficult to deal with lately, but I appreciate your patience and support."
Christine returned my smile.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow through the windows, I felt a sense of hope stirring within me. The road ahead might be rocky but I knew I could overcome any obstacle that lay in my path.
After some time, Christine bid her goodbye and went on her way, leaving me to my thoughts. It was still morning, and I realized I needed to replenish my supplies.
Time skip 30 days -
It had been 30 days since the pain subsided, and I felt like my old self again, albeit with a few broken fingers as reminders of the ordeal. The world around me seemed to be changing, with news of Iron Man making headlines and a noticeable increase in crime rates in Hell's Kitchen.
Determined to seek out Kamar-Taj, I knew it was time to embark on my journey. After days of preparation, I packed my bags and set off for Nepal. Arriving in Kathmandu, I began my search for the elusive place, asking locals for directions and information.
Some pointed me in a certain direction, while others denied its existence altogether. Undeterred, I continued to roam the streets, determined to find Kamar-Taj. Hours passed, and I noticed someone trailing behind me—it must be Mordo.
I pressed on, unsure of the exact location where Dr. Strange had been saved by Mordo and taken to Kamar-Taj. Eventually, I found myself at a corner of a street, feeling exhausted from hours of searching. That's when Mordo approached me.
Mordo: "Are you in search for Kamar-Taj?" he asked.
I nodded eagerly, a glimmer of hope igniting within me, and he gestured for me to follow. As we navigated through a maze of paths, I couldn't help but wonder about Mordo's past and his connection to Kamar-Taj.
Me: "Who are you and what is this pace kamar-Taj
Mordo: "I was once like you, standing in your place before I ventured into Kamar-Taj" he revealed cryptically.
Sensing my curiosity, I asked him about the nature of the place we were headed to.
Mordo: "Let me warn you," he cautioned. "Before entering, forget everything you have known about this world." His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I knew I was ready for whatever lay ahead.
After 10 more minutes of walking through the crowded streets, we reached our destination. Before us stood a decrepit brick wall on the verge of collapse, with an old wooden door at its center. As I laid eyes on the scene, a sense of recognition washed over me—I had seen this wall before. This was it, my destination, and my future lay beyond that door.
However, Mordo was there, just staring at me.
Me: "What happened?"
Mordo: "Nothing. Let's head inside."
Suddenly, I realized I hadn't questioned the integrity of this place. It appeared shabby, hardly the kind of place capable of healing injuries that couldn't be treated normally. Nevertheless, Mordo opened the worn door for me.
Stepping through the doorway, I was met with a sight vastly different from the outside.
As I stepped through the doorway, I was enveloped by a sense of otherworldly tranquility. Gone were the dilapidated walls and chaotic streets of Kathmandu; instead, I found myself in a realm of mystical beauty.
The interior of Kamar-Taj was a breathtaking sight to behold. Ornate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of ancient wisdom and arcane knowledge. Soft candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the universe.
Mordo motioned for me to follow as he led the way through the labyrinthine corridors of the sanctuary. With each step, I felt the weight of the outside world fall away, replaced by a profound sense of purpose and belonging.
Finally, we reached a vast chamber where the Ancient One awaited our arrival. She sat upon a chair with table near it and some kind of ancient tea pot, her presence commanding respect and reverence. As I gazed upon her, I sensed a power beyond comprehension, a wisdom that transcended mortal understanding.
As I was in the presence of the Ancient One, Mordo silently exited the room, leaving us in a moment of solemn silence. Then, breaking the quietude, the Ancient One spoke, her voice carrying a gentle yet commanding authority.
Ancient One: "Have some tea."
Intrigued by the mystical aroma of the tea, I sat down in the chair opposite of the table. Between us, a cup filled with tea was offered. I took a whiff of the tea; its aroma filled me with freshness. The heat of the tea was just perfect, not too hot to scald my throat if gulped down quickly, but warm enough to be comforting if sipped slowly. A thought crossed my mind: was the cup also magical? It seemed to maintain the perfect temperature for the tea to feel divine.
As I pondered this, the Ancient One regarded me with a knowing smile, as if sensing the curiosity swirling within me. With a graceful gesture, she motioned for me to drink. Taking the cup in hand, I brought it to my lips and took a sip. The tea was exquisite, a symphony of flavors that danced across my tongue with each swallow.
When I finished the cup, she offered more, and I didn't decline. She poured the cup to the brim, and it started to overflow. Sensing this, I spoke up.
Me: "It's overflowing," I mentioned, but she ignored my words. Again, I tried, "The tea is overflowing."
This time, she responded.
Ancient One: "Yes, it is," she said, putting the pot down. "And that is the current state of your mind, Coatic—overflowing with questions to which you will find answers in the future. The tea was meant to relax your mind and body so you could comprehend what was to come. It definitely worked, but not too much."
Her words resonated within me, as if she had peered into the depths of my thoughts and uncovered the uncertainties that plagued my mind.
Ancient One: "Are you ready?" she inquired, her voice carrying both authority.
Me: "Yes, I am," I responded firmly, determination coursing through my mind like a steady current. I knew deep within that I could do this—or rather, I had to do this. It was the best choice, the path I had to take.
Ancient One: "Come with me," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Following her lead, I walked alongside the Ancient One as she guided me to a new room. Upon entering, I was greeted by an empty space adorned with mystical artifacts arranged neatly on shelves. The ambiance exuded an air of mysticism, each item seeming to whisper ancient secrets and untold wisdom.
I tore my gaze away from the intriguing objects and turned my attention back to the Ancient One, awaiting her next instruction.
As I looked at her, I suddenly felt her thumb press tightly against my forehead. The last thing I herd was her voice -
Ancient One: "Open your eyes," she murmured softly, her words echoing in the depths of my consciousness.
Then everything went black for a second, and the next moment, I felt as if I was on a rollercoaster ride, but a million times faster.
As the rollercoaster-like sensation swept over me, I felt myself hurtling through a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, the world around me twisting and distorting in a dizzying whirl. It was as if reality itself had become a vast, ever-changing canvas, and I was merely a brushstroke within its infinite expanse. And in the back of it Ancient One voice echoed about universe and multiverse.
Amidst the chaos, I glimpsed fleeting images of distant galaxies, ancient civilizations, and realms beyond comprehension. And i almost came face to face with dormamu. The rurel of dark dimension. Each moment blurred into the next, a cacophony of sensations bombarding my senses as I struggled to make sense of the swirling maelstrom around me.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, the tumultuous journey came to an abrupt halt, leaving me standing in a place that defied all logic and reason.
Before me stood the Ancient One, her presence commanding and enigmatic as ever.
When I returned from the ride, I fell to the floor in front of the Ancient One, unable to utter more than one thing.
Me: "Teach me," I said with a sense of urgency and determination, my voice trembling slightly from the overwhelming experience I had just endured.
The Ancient One regarded me with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom.
Chapter 7 Journey of Acceptance and Learning
When I returned from the ride, I fell to the floor in front of the Ancient One, unable to utter more than one thing.
Me: "Teach me," I said with a sense of urgency and determination, my voice trembling slightly from the overwhelming experience I had just endured.
The Ancient One regarded me with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom.
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Ancient One: "Why should I?" she asked, her voice carrying the weight of scrutiny as she observed me intently.
I took a moment to collect my thoughts, meeting her gaze with unwavering determination.
Me: "Because I need to learn. I need to understand," I replied, the words tumbling out in a rush. "There's so much I don't know, so much I can't comprehend. But I'm willing to learn, willing to embrace whatever challenges lie ahead."
My plea hung in the air, the sincerity of my words echoing in the silence that followed. The Ancient One studied me for a moment longer, as if weighing my resolve.
Ancient One: "Very well," she finally said, her tone carrying a hint of approval. "But know this, the path you seek is not an easy one. It will test your limits, push you beyond what you believe possible. Are you prepared for that?"
I nodded, steeling myself for the challenges ahead.
Me: "I am," I affirmed, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within me.
After the talk, the Ancient One called Mordo back.
Ancient One: "Show him the room."
Mordo bowed, casting a look of contempt in my direction, as if hesitant whether I would fit into this place.
Mordo: "Yes."
He led me through the halls, the dim light of dusk filtering through the windows. Despite the approaching night, distant sounds of conflict echoed through the corridors, a reminder of the battles waged within these walls.
After navigating several twists and turns, we arrived at a modest chamber amid the myriad others we passed. It was small, far too cramped for my liking, but I knew I would have to endure it. This was just the first step in my journey.
Before departing, Mordo handed me a slip of paper with some words scrawled on it. I recognized it instantly, but before I could speak, Mordo preempted me.
Mordo: "It's the Wi-Fi password," he said curtly, then left the room.
Alone in the dimly lit chamber, I unfolded the paper, revealing the password written in Mordo's precise handwriting. As I entered the password into my device, I couldn't shake the feeling that my journey into the mystic arts was about to lead me down paths I could never have imagined. My presence has changed the future, and its signs are becoming evident.
I don't know when the events of the first movie will happen. I haven't seen any Kaecilius yet; maybe he has already turned to the dark side. I need to confirm it.
Perhaps I should prevent the Ancient One's death; it would make my life easier.
But first things first, I need to become stronger. Way stronger than my movie counterpart. There is also the thing about avengers if I intervene, I could reduce the death count from all the fuckup shield and avengers gonna do.
I still had four years before the Avengers, or maybe not. I started thinking about my future, and while doing so, I fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up to a new beginning, a magical start. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
After showering, I donned the loose gray robe provided to me, likely for new members.
Stepping out of my room, my first destination was the Ancient One. With determination in my eyes, I set out to study the mystic arts.
Upon reaching the room where I had the rollercoaster ride yesterday, I saw her sitting there with a cup of tea waiting for me. She gestured for me to come in, and I entered, taking a seat before her. She began explaining magic in a way that resembled the source code, but her explanation was much more extensive than I had imagined. After her explanation, I asked the million-dollar question.
Me: "What should I do to reach where you are?"
Ancient One: "How did you reach where you were before the accident?"
Me: "Practice. Hard work. Dedication."
Ancient One: "Exactly. There is a library at the end of the hall. There, you will find Wong, the current librarian. Tell him I sent you. Now, leave."
I bowed and made my way to the library.
The library was vast and dimly lit, with towering bookshelves filled to the brim with ancient tomes and scrolls. The air was heavy with the scent of aged parchment and incense, adding to the mystical atmosphere. Soft candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across the room as I approached Wong, who sat at a large wooden desk, engrossed in a book.
Me: "Hello... Ancient One sent me to you."
Without uttering a word, Wong stood up from his chair and started picking books from the shelves. He took out five books and handed them to me. Without speaking, he went back to his own reading. I tried to make small conversation, but he just stared at me and ignored me. I returned to my room and started to read the books. They contained the history of sorcerers, the role of Kamar-Taj, a book on eldritch energy, etc. I didn't think it would be hard to complete the books with the mind I acquired from the transmigration.
The next day came, and I had spent all night reading the books provided to me, covering half of the book. What an amazing memory capacity I had acquired. But due to lack of sleep, I had big bags under my eyes. I needed to learn astral projection so that I could read while giving my body a rest. Above all, I was called in the morning to the training area, and they handed me the sling ring. My thoughts were finally, I am getting something magical to try. The excitement wore off the tiredness.
I wore the sling ring on my fingers and got ready to form the first magical thing after coming to this world. I took the position like everybody else in the area, and in perfect synchronization, everybody started to rotate their hands to form a teleportation circle, including me. I was anticipating the formation of a teleportation circle in front of me, but to my surprise, I failed. Not even a spark came out. I looked at others, and almost everybody had a teleportation circle in front of them—some small, and some big enough to fit a person. The others who didn't form a circle at least managed to make a spark, but I couldn't.
Feeling a mix of frustration and embarrassment, I watched as everyone else successfully conjured teleportation circles. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I perform such a basic magical task? Doubts began to cloud my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy.
As the training session ended, I retreated to my room, feeling disheartened. Despite my best efforts and the knowledge I gained from the books, it seemed like I was still far behind everyone else. Perhaps I wasn't cut out for this after all. But giving up wasn't an option. I had come too far to let a setback deter me.
Determined to overcome my shortcomings, I delved deeper into my studies, spending hours practicing the techniques taught to me.
Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, I could feel myself growing stronger, both physically and magically. My understanding of the mystical arts deepened, and I began to grasp the intricacies of spellcasting and manipulation of eldritch energies.
Despite the progress, the challenge of forming a teleportation circle continued to elude me.
Then, one day, when i was tired form all my training in fighting and casting a teleportation circle. ancient one game me a visit.
Ancient One: "Having a tough time."
Ancient One's unexpected visit caught me off guard. Despite my exhaustion, I tried to maintain composure and show respect to the revered sorceress.
Me: "Yes, Ancient One. I've been struggling with the teleportation circle."
Ancient One: "Do you know why you are failing?"
Me: "No, I don't," I said dejectedly.
Ancient One: "There are many reasons one could fail, like not having the talent for magic itself or not believing in it. But in your case, I am surprised. It's none of these. The thing you are lacking is giving yourself to the mystical arts. You are forcing yourself to control it."
Ancient One's words hit me like a revelation, shaking me to the core. I had been so focused on mastering the techniques, so determined to succeed, that I had neglected the essence of magic itself—the surrender, the connection, the flow.
Me: "But how do I give myself to it?"
Ancient One: "You must let go of your preconceptions, your doubts, and your fears. Embrace the unknown, trust in the process, and allow the magic to guide you. Become one with it".
Chapter 8 Diving Deeper: Further Learning and Mastery
Me: "But how do I give myself to it?"
Ancient One: "You must let go of your preconceptions, your doubts, and your fears. Embrace the unknown, trust in the process, and allow the magic to guide you. Become one with it".
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With a newfound understanding and a fresh determination burning within me, I rose from the floor and clutched the sling ring in my shaking fingers. The weight of the Ancient One's words lingered in my mind, urging me to let go of my doubts and fears, to embrace the unknown with unwavering trust.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, willing myself to surrender to the mystical energies swirling around me. I envisioned the formation of the teleportation circle, not as a task to be controlled, but as a dance with the magic itself.
As I focused my mind and channeled my intent, a sense of calm washed over me, dispelling the lingering doubts that had plagued my previous attempts. With each passing moment, I felt a profound connection to the magic, as if I were tapping into a vast reservoir of cosmic energy.
Then, as if by magic itself, a shimmering circle of light began to coalesce before me, its intricate patterns pulsating with otherworldly brilliance. I could feel the raw power surging through the air, responding to my every thought and command.
With a surge of exhilaration, I completed the formation of the teleportation circle, watching in awe as it stabilized and expanded before me. It was a testament to my newfound understanding, a tangible manifestation of my connection to the mystical arts.
As the circle glowed with an ethereal light, I knew that I had taken a crucial step forward on my journey. No longer bound by self-doubt or hesitation, I stood tall, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead.
With a sense of pride and accomplishment, I turned towards the Ancient One. There she was, smiling as if seeing countless future possibilities within me.
The days continued to pass, each one filled with rigorous study and intense practice in the mystical arts. Weeks turned into months, and I intensified my efforts, eager to absorb every scrap of knowledge available to me. Yet, there was one elusive tome that remained out of reach: the book on astral projection, guarded by Wong.
Despite my growing expertise, Wong deemed me unready to access the secrets within that sacred text. Frustrated by this limitation, I knew that if I wanted to advance further, I would have to take matters into my own hands.
Under the cover of night, I summoned a teleportation circle within the library, slipping my hands through the ethereal gateway to seize the coveted book on astral projection. In my haste, I also grabbed a few additional volumes, intending to continue my studies in the astral plane where time flowed differently.
Throughout the night, I delved into the intricacies of astral projection, absorbing the knowledge contained within the stolen tome. The sensation of traversing the astral realm was exhilarating, and I reveled in the freedom it afforded me to explore the depths of mystical understanding.
As dawn broke, I returned to the waking world, my mind brimming with newfound insights. Yet, my thirst for knowledge remained unquenched, driving me to seek out further enlightenment within the library's vast collection.
However, my attempts to acquire a book on the mirror dimension were met with resistance from Wong. Despite my earnest pleas, he refused to grant me access, citing concerns about my readiness and the potential dangers inherent in such advanced studies.
Undeterred by his admonitions, I resolved to find another way to obtain the knowledge I sought. With each passing day, my determination only grew stronger, fueling my relentless pursuit of mastery in the mystical arts.
The next day, the Ancient One summoned me into her chamber.
Ancient One: "Once in this room, you begged me to teach you, and now you prefer to teach yourself."
Me: "At one time, you told me to open my eyes, and I am doing exactly that."
Ancient One: "And now I hear you stole some books from the library and are searching for a book on the mirror dimension."
Me: "Wong told on me."
Ancient One: "But I guess it's time now."
Me: "What do you mean?"
The Ancient One flicked her hand towards the side, and the air broke in front of me into countless mirror-like shards, still somehow attached to each other.
Ancient One: "For the advanced knowledge you are learning so fast, you need a safer place to practice it. Follow me."
I followed her into the mirror dimension, the transition from the real world to the mirrored realm seamless yet distinctly different. As I passed through the shimmering barrier, it fractured into countless tiny pieces of glass, each reflecting a distorted version of reality. Despite the ethereal nature of this dimension, I felt no resistance as I moved through it.
The mirror dimension appeared as an exact replication of the real world, but I knew better. I understood the vast possibilities that the mirror dimension held. As a sorcerer, I would have the power to manipulate this ethereal realm, bending it to my will with a mere thought. However, there was a problem: those who drew power from the dark dimension had more control over it than a normal sorcerer.
With the Ancient One's guidance, I began to explore this new realm, learning to harness its energies and manipulate its fabric. Each step I took in the mirror dimension brought me closer to unlocking its secrets and mastering its power.
My physical training was also underway, albeit with considerable challenges. I found myself getting beaten up nine times out of ten, which was undeniably frustrating. However, I knew that I had to grit my teeth and endure the pain if I wanted to progress.
My training partner was none other than Mordo himself, adding an extra layer of frustration to the mix. Every time I faced him, his smug smile seemed to mock my efforts, treating me like a child he could easily handle.
Despite the setbacks and the bruises that adorned my body, I refused to give up. With each defeat, I learned something new—whether it was a flaw in my technique or a weakness I needed to address. Slowly but surely, I began to improve, my movements becoming more fluid, my strikes more precise. I think my photographic memory was helping in many ways.
One night, as I entered the library, I beheld a magnificent sight: there, in its full glory, rested upon a stand crafted specifically for it, the Eye of Agamotto. Within it lay infinite power, concealed within the form of a small green stone, and the countless possibilities it held.
As I approached, a sense of reverence washed over me. I knew of the Eye's legendary abilities—its power to manipulate time itself, to peer into the very fabric of reality, and to harness the forces of the universe. It was a relic of immense significance, entrusted to the care of the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj and the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme herself. And seeing this, a thought came into my mind: the major events of Dr. Strange's movie are approaching. Dread filled within me.
As soon as I would pick up the Eye and try to manipulate time, Mordo and Wong would come running to stop me and lecture me.
Despite the apprehension creeping into my thoughts, I couldn't deny the allure of the Eye of Agamotto. Its presence beckoned to me, promising untold potential and the chance to master powers beyond my wildest dreams.
But as I reached out to touch it, a voice echoed in the depths of my mind, a warning against tampering with forces beyond my control. I hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve.
Yet, the temptation was too great to resist. With trembling fingers, I reached for the Eye, picking it up and wearing it upon myself.
Chapter 9 Commanding Time and Assault on Sanctums
But as I reached out to touch it, a voice echoed in the depths of my mind, a warning against tampering with forces beyond my control. I hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve.
Yet, the temptation was too great to resist. With trembling fingers, I reached for the Eye, picking it up and wearing it upon myself.
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Upon wearing it, there was no sensation of power coursing through me as I had anticipated. It didn't even budge. Yet, I knew all too well the power hidden behind the Eye of Agamotto, kept dormant and hidden from lingering eyes. It was one of the rare artifacts in the universe through which someone could wield the power of an Infinity Stone—one of the aspects of reality, time itself.
Now, I needed to find the book detailing how to open the Eye of Agamotto—the "Book of Cagliostro." Where could I find it? Ah, there it was, in the restricted section reserved only for the Sorcerer Supreme. I removed the chains binding the book and brought it to the table. Opening the page about the Eye of Agamotto, I absorbed its contents in a single read. With a practiced motion, I gestured in front of the Eye, channeling the mystical energy needed to activate it.
As the Eye opened, a brilliant green glow emanated from its depths. I cast the spell to use my hand as a controller for the Time Stone. Now, I needed something to test its powers on. Scanning the room, I found nothing of interest nearby. Then, my eyes fell upon the book in front of me. Flipping through its pages, I discovered two pages missing or torn out in a hurry.
I knew those pages and by whom they were torn—Kaecilius. It contains the way to contact Dormammu, the Eater of Worlds. I reminded myself to only reverse time, not to open the portal leading to him.
With determination, I extended my hand towards the book and turned it to the left. I watched in amazement as the pages returned and reattached themselves to the book without leaving a trace. I rotated my hand to the right, and once again, the pages disappeared, returning to their previous state. It was fascinating, so I repeated the process several times, feeling like a child with a new toy, but I also had a million questions racing through my mind.
How did this thing work when I turned back time? How did it know how far back to go to retrieve the torn pages, which were probably ripped years ago? And what happened to the original pages that were torn? Did they disappear, or did the Time Stone create two copies? But if it made two copies, then it didn't truly turn back time. And what about items in the Dark Dimension, where time doesn't exist as Dormammu resides beyond it? How did the Time Stone retrieve items from there?
So many questions lingered, begging for answers. But for now, I marveled at the power of the Time Stone, knowing that there was much more to discover and understand.
After playing with the Eye, I examined the pages that were brought back. It detailed ways to contact the dark dimension, a perilous endeavor that I knew was dangerous. I decided it was best to forward time again, causing the pages to disappear. However, before I could do anything else, Wong and Mordo burst into the library.
Mordo: "Stop tampering with the continuum probabilities! It's forbidden!"
Me: "I was only following what the book said."
Mordo: "Tampering with time can create branches, paradoxes, time loops!"
Wong approached the book and saw that two pages were torn. He instinctively knew what those pages contained but remained silent.
Wong: "Your curiosity could kill you and everyone else," he said as he closed and chained the book back in its place.
Just then, a bell rang, reminding us of what was coming.
Wong: "London Sanctum."
As Wong spoke, the door to the London Sanctum opened, and a man stepped out. But before he could fully emerge, something invisible struck his back, causing him to fall. Through the door, we saw Kaecilius.
Wong: "No, Kaecilius!"
Kaecilius smirked as he conjured a swirling vortex of flames in his hand, casting a wicked grin as he aimed it at the London Sanctum. The blast erupted with a deafening roar, sending us hurtling through space and time. Despite my preparations, the force of the explosion propelled me through the door of the New York Sanctum, shattering the entrance behind me.
Grimacing from the impact, I staggered to my feet, the urgency of the situation coursing through me. As I navigated through the chaos of the Sanctum in search of the entrance where Kaecilius would fight with the protector of the New York Sanctum. While I was searching for the entrance, I came across a room filled with artifacts, but the one thing that caught my interest was the Cloak of Levitation. I reached out to it and asked, "Wanna come with me?" Listening to me from its non-existing ears, it seemed to nod in agreement. I reinforced my hand with eldritch magic and struck the glass protecing the cloak after breaking free form its confintment the cloak made a round around me in happiness, and it attached itself to me. Now, I was ready.
I finally found the staircase, but I was too late—the protector of the New York Sanctum had just been stabbed.
As I entered the fray, Kaecilius's piercing gaze met mine, a smirk playing on his lips as if he relished the challenge of facing a new adversary.
Kaecilius: "Ah, a new face. For how long have you been in Kamar-Taj, Mr..."
Me: "Doctor Strange."
Kaecilius: "It matches you and reminds me of her."
His cryptic words sent a shiver down my spine, but there was no time to dwell on their meaning. In an instant, one of Kaecilius's followers lunged at me with a gleaming dagger, its presence distorting the very light around it. Reacting on instinct, I summoned a protective shield, the shimmering barrier deflecting the deadly blow with a resounding clang.
As the assailant pressed on, I countered with a swift movement, conjuring tendrils of eldritch energy that entwined around him, restraining his movements. While restraining him, Kaecilius himself lunged at me. I ducked just in time to avoid the dagger thrown at me, but when I got up With a swift kick to the abdomen, Kaecilius sent me reeling, my breath stolen away by the force of the blow. As I struggled to regain my footing, his followers closed in, their eyes ablaze with malevolent intent.
I hadn't thought fighting them would be so hard. Kaecilius, along with the other two attackers, came at me together. I created two Tao Mandalas in my hands, but with six stabs from them, one of the shields broke. In a hurry, I made an eldritch whip which I used to catch Kaecilius' leg and yank him towards me, banging him with the shield, sending him crashing into the other room.
The other two goons were approaching. I turned my back towards them and started running in a certain direction, creating a portal 10 meters ahead of me. Seeing this, they increased their speed to stop me from entering the portal. But I had something else in my mind. The portal I created was connected to Mount Everest's highest peak.
Just as I was about to enter the portal and one of the attackers was about to grab me, I created a valve-backed Tao Mandala in front of the portal on which I stepped and jumped upwards, just missing being caught by him. The Tao Mandala broke from my weight, and the goon hurtled towards the portal. Just as he was falling in, he created an invisible dagger and stabbed the floor of the New York Sanctum.
Seeing this, I created one more Tao Mandala and stuck it to his face, loosening his grip and hurtling him down Mount Everest. I closed the portal in the next second.
Me: "One down, two more to go."
Kaecilius: "You think this is that easy?"
I heard an alarm blaring in my head, as if warning me to protect myself or face death.
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Chapter 1 Flashback and Adapting (Edited)
I don't exactly remember what I was doing, but I think I was at home, engrossed in reading. While I was reading, I heard someone knocking on a door. Not my room door. From what I remember, the knock was coming from somewhere inside of me. The intensity of the knock was increasing every second and my heart rate was also increasing. I had a feeling that something was going to happen, something very bad.
The knocking came to a point that my head started hurting slightly. After a few minutes, the knocking stopped and my surroundings became silent. Then I heard a very loud sound, which broke something like glass and also something inside me, and just for a split second, I saw something beyond my imagination. I know my brain can't imagine something so spectacular, something so vast, something so big, and out of this world.
I saw. I remember my perception going far away from my body and then it broke through something. Something like a wall or a glass wall. I broke through 100 or 1000 of them in a single second; it felt too painful in that split second, and the next second I was free of the pain. When the pain was gone, I opened my eyes thinking it could be a dream, but what I saw brought me back to reality.
I saw a person lying on the floor of a grey room filled with books, a vast number of books too much for a single person to read in his lifetime. Then I saw the person fading. He was losing his yellowish colour, becoming more transparent, becoming more light. I tried to help him, but I was blocked by a wall, a thin wall of glass, which I punched. I hit it again and this time harder and cracks started forming on the glass.
I punched it a few more times. It was almost on the verge of breaking, just one more punch and it would break, but then I saw the person. He was nowhere to be seen. He was gone and then I saw the glass breaking into tiny pieces and disappearing into nothingness. I went inside the room, wondering if there was anything inside that I could use to find out where I was.
Just when I reached the centre of the room, I heard another crackling sound. I turned around as fast as I could, and I saw the wall was repairing itself, and it was thicker and looked more durable than before. Seeing it, I panicked and ran towards the wall, trying to punch it with all my might, but it didn't even shook. After tiring myself out, I gave up. My non-existent body began to feel heavy.
I could feel something flowing inside and filling me with colour. It was memories. Memories of someone else. It was like seeing a movie, a very long and boring movie, with little to no fun. It was like a recording of every second of someone's life. I thought how could someone remember so much about himself and then it happened. I definitely saw it before falling unconscious.
A man driving a super car at night at high speed and losing control over it when he crashed into another car and from the impact, his car rolled down. After multiple rolls, the car finally stopped and after that everything was blank. I remember the same thing happening to someone else, someone who I saw in movies like Doctor Strange, more specifically Marvel movies. I was fucked.
And then I fell unconscious.
I woke up not inside my room, not even in the room in which I was trapped. I was in a hospital. I was afraid to look at my hand. If it were broken, then my fear would come true. I somehow managed to look at my hand and saw 2 hands wrapped fully in bandages, leaving just the fingers and some stainless steel rods attached to my hands.
I started to panic. My heart rate was rapidly increasing and the alarms started ringing. After a few seconds, some people came in. They were running around me trying to understand what was happening. There was also a female doctor who was trying to calm me down but nothing worked and I again fell unconscious.
When I regained my consciousness, I wasn't panicking. I was trying to accept everything that was happening to me. I tried to look at the window of the room. I saw the night sky. It was peaceful. It looked like everything was frozen in time and I was alone with a sky full of stars.
After some hours of thinking, I came to the conclusion that there is no benefit in thinking more. I will think about it as the time comes. And after that, I went to sleep again.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw Doctor Christine Palmer, the former colleague of Dr Stephen Strange, beside me.
"Hey, it's okay, it's going to be okay," Christine said.
I looked towards my hand and said— "What did they do?"
"They rushed you in a chopper. But it took a little while to find you. The golden hours of nerve damage went by while you were in the car," Christine replied.
"What did they do?" I asked again.
"There are 11 stainless steel pins in the bones. Multiple torn ligaments, severe nerve damage in both hands. You were on the table for 11 hours," Christine explained.
While this was happening, I was thinking what to say. If I say something wrong or different from what the original Stephen was supposed to say, then the timeline would deviate from the canon and it would be noticed by TVA (Time Variance Authority) and Ancient One. TVA will erase me, and I don't know what the ancient one will do. She would be losing the next candidate for her seat. And then I did the best thing I could do in that moment.
"How could they do so badly?" I questioned.
"No one could have done better," Christine responded.
"I could have," I said solemnly.
Chapter 2 Adapting and meeting someone
Christine: No one could have done better.
Strange: I could have.
It's been 4 months. 1 month after my accident, I was discharged from the hospital. I went to my luxury apartment. Dr. Christine came every now and then to talk and motivate me to move on in life. She also noticed the changes in me. I was different. I wasn't like the previous Dr. Strange, who was arrogant. I was a simple man, a student, 21 or 22 years old. I don't remember, and I've forgotten most of my life. I don't remember anything personal about my life, like family, friends, or how I spent my life. Except for my life, I remember most of the things like movies, stories, games, anime, the world's history, geography, politics, technology, etc. And from them, I can conclude that my previous world was nice; it was peaceful there, no kind of existential crisis like wiping out half of the population, and no sign of aliens attacking earth, no sign of Galactus eating earth.
I knew I was changing. I was being influenced. influenced by Dr. Stephen Strange's memories and his brain. His brain, what could I say about it? It was amazing. I have an incredible memory. I remember everything I saw, everything I heard, everything I smelled, everything I tasted, everything I felt. It felt amazing and frustrating too. I finally understood where those long and tedious memories and memory books in that room came from.
After almost 4 months, I have come to some conclusions.
This world is fucked. It's different from what I remember from the movies. I never read the comics. I never finished reading it. I didn't have that kind of time. But I know that there were mutants in comics. But there are no mutants here. This world is different. It's different from the MCU I know. The timeline here is messed up. It's 2010 and Tony Stain just came back after getting kidnapped. His stark industries stock prices were on the rise again after falling due to his kidnapping, until Tony dropped another bomb by saying that he was shutting down his weapon manufacturing department, which resulted in stark industries stock prices dropping to an all-time low. And then I saw a chance. This is a chance for me to rake in a fortune from stark industries. I bought everything I could from Starks. I emptied my whole fortune into it. Christine tried to stop me, but I ignored her. I bought everything I could. I almost spent about 20 million dollars on it, which was earned by me being a neurosurgeon. With that kind of money, I was only able to buy 0.1 percentage of his stock. And I wasn't depressed; I was happy. I know what it will earn me. After some months of waiting, the stock prices will rise again. And I will become rich.
I remember from the movies what happened to Stephen Strange after his accident. He spent all of his money on his treatment, but nothing came of it. He was broke. He just had enough money to go to Nepal in search of Kamar Taj. Even after becoming a sorcerer, he was still boke. In the future, he would sometimes go to fight rings to earn money. And he wanted to change that if he somehow became a sorcerer.
Everything in this universe is similar to the MCU I know of: no mutants, no sign of Professor Charles Xavier. There was no Captain America after World War II, and still no sign of Inhumans.
For now, everything in my life is going smoothly. I started to walk, leaving my wheel chair. My hands were still shaking even though. Christine came every now and then, whenever possible. I haven't mentioned it, but she was beautiful. I can't put it into words. Our relationship was progressing slowly. I remember from the movies that Stephen fucked his relationship with her after the accident, then came the sorcerer job, and then came Thanos wiping 5 years of his life.
And there was one more thing. I was thinking about whether I should go to Kamar Taj right now or later. I had no choice in it. I have to eventually meet the Ancient One.
Time skip: 4 more months later.
Yesterday,Tony announced that he is Iron Man the same way he did in the movies. And after that day, his stock prices were through the roof. Christine told me I must have a third eye to predict all this. But I shivered at that thought. It isn't uncommon for Dr. Strange to have 3 eyes in the comics and movies either. And there are many theories about the third eye.
During these four months, I've noticed something or someone watching me. And from what I can think, it must be the Ancient One. Did I do something wrong? Have she noticed me? I don't know. She must be watching me form the Mirror dimension. And how was I able to sense her?
Later that night, when I was asleep, I felt a pull, it was same pull that I felt when I came here, but it was different. It wasn't forceful. It felt like someone had just picked me up gently dropped me on the ground. When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in my soul or astral form, and I wasn't alone there. Someone else was there too. His back was facing towards me. When he turned towards me, a blinding golden light entered my eyes. His face was golden in colour. I don't know who he was. He turned towards me and said-
Unknown: Hello, Dr. Stephen Strange. I hope your journey has been smooth till now. I came here to talk to you about something. It would be very important for you.
Stephen: Who are you?
Unknown: Oh! my appearance. Let me change it for you.
Then I saw his face changing in real time. It was like the previous appearance was made out of illusion, and now his true self is in front of me.
Stephen: Fuck!
Chapter 3 Why? and Knowledge
(Then I saw his face changing in real time. It was like the previous appearance was made out of illusion, and now his true self is in front of me.)
Stephen: Fuck. Stan Lee.
One Above All: Hello, Stephen. I know it is a lot for you to understand, but I was the one who brought you here. If it was possible, I wouldn't have brought you.
Stephen: But why me?
OAA: There was no specific reason for choosing you, but I came across you while looking for a suitable candidate for this body.
Stephen: There where other to. You could have taken any on of them.
OAA: Your soul and body weren't in harmony. Your body wasn't able to adapt to your soul. Your soul had a large capacity for magic power, but the rules of your world didn't let your body evolve.
(I was stunned listening to what he said. I was just picked up randomly from billions of people living on earth just because my soul and body were not in harmony, and he just said it so casually like it was nothing.)
Stephen: What right do you have to take me out of my world?
OAA: Yes, I don't have the right to take you out of your world. But your life, Stephen, was going to get messy. If I hadn't taken you out, you would have eventually died after 1 or 2 years. Your body and soul were in too much dissonance.
Stephen: Then what about my family and friends who lived on earth, and what about my memories? Most of them are gone. I can't remember anything about my life.
OAA: Yes, there were some family members, but they were all distant relatives, and you were a restrained and inhibited introvert, so you didn't have much contact with them. As for your memories, it was due to a lack of magic. Earth and the universe from where you are is a unique place. It doesn't have magic. Even in a backwater universe, there is at least some amount of magic power. In this vast omniverse, there are many versions of your Earth, and each of them has magic. When someone with high magical capacity dies, they tend to retain their memories, and some of them are given the option of being reincarnated. Of course, without memories, that is. They can only choose which world they want to go to and some small benefits. And sometimes one or two of those 1000 are exempt from memory wiping.
Stephen: Why?
OAA: Because they are being sent there for the rectification of their world.
See, there was a pact made between us administrators. The pact said that we would not interfere in our universe's matters directly.
Stephen: But you can interfere in the universe of another administrator.
OAA: Yes, we can interfere in other multiverse. But to do so, we would be met with that multiverse administrator. And since your universe didn't have an administrator, I was able to bring you here.
Stephen: Then they can also bring someone from my previous world to theirs.
OAA: Yes, they can, but finding someone like you is nearly impossible.
Stephen: Can't they just give them power ups
OAA: No they can't. It was mentioned in the pact, so no power ups.
Stephen: So that's the reason you didn't give me anything.
OAA: Yes, sorry about that.
Stephen: Why didn't my universe have an administrator?
OAA: How much do you know about the Omniverse?
Stephen: It is a collection of different types of universes.
OAA: Yes, you are right. See, every different type of universe has its own copy. It may have some variations, but the basic principles are the same. And here is where your universe comes in. It's quite unique. It doesn't have its own multiverse. There are similar universes like it, but their principles are different.
Stephen: It's like not having any magic.
OAA: Yes, such as no magic, but there are other things, such as no parallel universes, no major control over space and time, and no administrator.
Stephen: What do you mean by "administrator" and "control over space and time"?
OAA: Administrators are people like me who watch over a multiverse. And major control over space and time means no one would be able to create a time machine in your universe. You may be able to control a little bit of it, but not too much.
Stephen: You mean in all other universes, time travel is possible?
OAA: Yes and no. Most of the universe does not have the right technology for it. And some don't even have the right materials for their construction.
Stephen: Can't you use magic for time travel?
OAA: Yes, you can, but the amount of magic required is too much, and the correct way is not known at all. Let's get back to the main point. Where was I? Ah, yes, your universe is unique. It doesn't have its own multiverse, but it is somehow connected to every other multiverse. When someone dies in your universe, their soul is automatically transferred to another multiverse and they get reincarnated. From what we administrators have seen so far, we think your universe is the prime universe from which every other multiverse is formed. Every soul that dies here goes to another universe for its next life. We administrators are one of the most powerful entities in the Omniverse, but we can not influence anything in that universe. After exhausting most of my powers, I was able to pull your soul out of it. And as for your memories, I gave you a constant supply of a large amount of magic power to let you retain your memories, but it was still not enough, so I decided to retain your experience over your life memories. And since I was using my magic, which has a natural perception ability, you also gained a little bit of it. You must have felt her. She was watching you closely.
Stephen: Why was she watching me? Did she catch me?
(I asked him being a little bit afraid. He chuckled and said)
Stan Lee: No, she didn't catch you. She is just observing you, thinking, Why are you special?
Chapter 4 Knowledge and someone new
--- I asked him being a little bit afraid. He chuckled and said--
One above all: No, she didn't catch you. She is just observing you, thinking, Why are you special?
Stephen: Won't she know that I am not Doctor Stephen Strange?
OAA: No, she won't know. I don't have enough authority in other multiverse, but here I regain supreme and almost know everything.
Stephen: And why did you bring me here?
OAA: As you saw, Dr. Strange was dying. And since this universe's future also depends on him, I had to replace him.
Stephen: You are a god here. Can't you bring him back to life?
OAA: Yes, I can, but remember the pact.
Stephen: Oh, yes.
OAA: And even if I could, he wouldn't be, what is needed for this universe.
Stephen: And I will?
OAA: I think you will.
(Fuck)
Stephen: What about TVA? Won't they erase me and reset the timeline.
OAA: This reality is not a part of the sacred timeline created by TVA.
Stephen: But outside of the sacred timeline, there will be chaos
OAA: No, TVA was created in the 31st century, so for now you are safe.
Stephen: Won't they travel to the past, erase me, and reset the timeline.
OAA: They could. But I have secured this reality for now. As for the future, you will have to find it yourself.
Stephen: And what about the ancient one? Won't she find out?
OAA: No, she will not find out. You believe that by taking his body, you are invading this reality. But for others, it will seem like it was normal. They won't even notice. They won't know anything about you. She has already seen into your future and she knows that you will change after the accident.
Stephen: A last question why do you look like him? Why are this world stories in my world.
OAA: Don't tell me you didn't figure it out till now.
Stephen: I did, but I still want to hear from you.
OAA: Yes you are right, I am him. I also have my own variants "strange". And one of my variants is in your universe. And as for how my multiverse stories came to be, by his dreams. Every variant of someone is connected to others by their dreams "strange".
Stephen: So I also have my own variants.
OAA: Yes you have.
Stephen: Does this universe have one.
OAA: No it doesn't.
OAA: Let's end our talk here. I have to get back to my work.
Stephen: Wait, when should I go to Kamar Taj?
OAA: When the integration of your body and soul is complete. Integration will last at most a month. As it is the last phase, it would be painful for the coming month. And remember to become strong. A war is coming.
Stephen: The Multiversal War
OAA: That would, but I know you can handle it. I am talking about something much bigger. Now I have to go. See you next time.
Stephen: Then what war are you talking about, and he is gone. Now, how should I get out of here?
(While I was thinking about how to get out of here, a door suddenly formed in front of me. I entered through the door, and then I got another pull, taking me somewhere. When my vision cleared, I was in bed. When I looked at my body, it was sweating too much. When I tried to get up, I got aches throughout my body. It felt like I was sleeping in a cryogenic chamber for too long, and now I am getting out of it. Has the last phase of integration started? Does it put this much burden on my body)
OAA POV
(When I reached my domain, I looked towards him. He was sleeping. Suddenly, I saw a light on my left side, a bright green light. From the green light, someone entered my domain.)
???: Will he be of assistance?
OAA: He will. He needs to be. His soul was able to handle 80 percent of my magic power, and we don't know his upper limit. Thank you for keeping other administrators away for all that time.
???: No problem. You know, a time will come when his soul will want more but his body will not provide it.
OAA: Yes a time will come when he will have to leave his body.
???: What do you think what type of body he should get.
OAA: I don't know.
???: How about a body like mine?
OAA: narcissist
???: Hay!
OAA: Let's leave it up to him.
???: Is there any news about beyonders?
OAA: No
???: Not a single word from them.
OAA: No
???: The council is here.
OAA: all of them
???: No
OAA: Are there any new members
???: Yes, there are.
OAA: How many
???: There are a total of eight
OAA: just eight.
What about the rest
???: Most of them are still under discussion. It will take time. Some are on the other side. Some decided to stay neutral.
OAA: Stay neutral. Don't they know what it implies?
???:They think it's better than total destruction.
OAA: We should still try to persuade them. As for the people still talking, let them be.
???: You know they are not strong enough, so why go through all this trouble?
OAA: Anything is preferable to nothing.
???: You should try to meet the Beyonders again.
OAA: I will try.
???: You should take me there.
OAA: no
???: You're a bore.
OAA: Let's meet the council. Have you told them about "Strange"?
???: No, do you intend to?
OAA: No, let's not raise their hopes. And I don't want any spies to know about it.
???: What about me? I could also be a spy.
OAA: I know you inside-out. And if you are, you will regret it for the rest of your non-existent life.
???: You know, I am powerful enough to handle you.
OAA: I know you are. But you will still lose.
POV end
Chapter 5 Integration
???: "You Know , I am Powerful enough to handle you."
OAA: "I know you are. But you will Still lose."
POV end
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I woke in my bed with a jolt, feeling as though the weight of the world was crashing down on me. Had I really met him, or was it just a figment of my imagination? I couldn't tell reality from illusion. All I knew was that the upcoming month would be excruciatingly painful. It felt like something was moving inside me, something foreign that my body was rejecting. I tried to ignore the pain and the unsettling feeling coursing through me.
Getting up from bed, I went to the window and pulled back the curtains. The world outside greeted me with a new morning, a fresh start. But when I glanced at the clock, it still read 5:30. Hunger gnawed at me, but my fridge was empty. I changed my clothes and left the apartment, wandering the streets lost in thought.
Should I seek out the ancient one? Should I go to 122B Baker Street, or perhaps journey to Nepal? The idea of visiting sanctum sanctorum crossed my mind, but explaining how I knew of such a place would be difficult.
I decided to set those thoughts aside for now. My current priority was enduring the pain, both physical and emotional, that seemed to consume me. After breakfast at a nearby café, I returned home, realizing I had the whole day ahead of me and nothing to fill it with. But in just one month, my life would change.
Fifteen days passed in a blur of agony. Each day, the pain intensified, leaving me bedridden and soaked in sweat. How would I survive fifteen more days like this?
Continuing to endure the torment, I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind consumed by thoughts of the future and the mysterious journey that lay ahead.
-Time skip 15 days-
I don't know how I endured 29 days of this agony, but finally, it's the end. Today marks the last day, and although the pain still grips me tightly, I feel like I can endure it. I'm not sure if the pain is diminishing or if I'm simply becoming resistant to it, but everything seems to be falling into place. It's as if I finally have a single body again. Before, it felt like I was in control of two separate entities, but now everything seems to be aligning, as if the pieces of a puzzle are finally clicking into place.
After enduring for another 12 hours, I felt it—a subtle shift within me, as if something had clicked into place. And just like that, the pain vanished, the discomfort dissipating into the ether.
As the pain receded, I felt my muscles relaxing, the sudden release of tension causing me to faint once again. Upon waking, I glanced at the clock—it was midnight. I had been sleeping for more than 12 hours. Attempting to rise from bed proved difficult; my weakened hands gave out, leaving me sprawled helplessly for another ten minutes before mustering the strength to stand.
Surveying my body, I noticed a pallor to my skin, though it was gradually returning to its natural hue. And I seemed to have lost weight, my clothes hanging loosely from my frame. The smell emanating from my body was foul, a combination of days' worth of sweat and neglect.
My first act upon waking was to quench my thirst. I raided the fridge for water, downing bottle after bottle until my parched throat felt somewhat relieved. Then, driven by hunger, I scavenged for food, finding only stale bread that had been sitting for over ten days. Without hesitation, I tore into it, devouring it ravenously, the pungent odor doing little to deter my voracious appetite.
Once my hunger was somewhat sated, I sought solace in a hot shower, the sensation of the water cascading over my body akin to a divine blessing. It was a sensation of pure bliss, akin to the relief one feels after a long day of exertion.
Emerging from the shower, I dressed in fresh clothes, though the reflection in the mirror revealed a gaunt figure, a stark reminder of the toll the past month had taken on my body.
As I contemplated the events of the past month, I couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted within me. What lay ahead remained uncertain, but for now, I relished in the simple pleasures of cleanliness and nourishment, grateful to have emerged from the ordeal stronger than before.
It was still 2 am, and I knew I had time until sunrise. Heading to the bedroom, I immediately recoiled upon entering—the smell was overpowering. There was no way I could sleep in there with such a foul odor lingering. I resolved to clean the room later and retreated to the living room, sinking into the softness of the sofa.
I woke again at 5 am, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon. Rising from the sofa, I ventured out into the still somewhat empty streets of New York City. Making my way to the café where I had been having breakfast for the past 30 days before my disappearance, I ordered some food to satisfy my hunger. Each bite felt like a taste of heaven, and I couldn't resist ordering more before departing.
As I made my way back home, I spotted Christine ascending the stairs to the apartment building. With a sudden impulse, I hurried after her, catching up just as she reached to ring the bell of my apartment. My unexpected presence startled her, causing her to react instinctively. In a flash, her fist connected with my face, and I stumbled backward, losing my balance and crashing to the floor.
The impact of her punch rattled me, leaving me reeling on the ground. Was that punch particularly hard, or had my body become weaker during my ordeal?
Shaking off the shock, I slowly regained my footing, offering a sheepish apology to Christine, who looked equally surprised by her own reaction. Brushing off the incident, I made my way back into the apartment with Christine.
when we entered the apartment. the first think she did was shout at me.
Christine: "Where the fuck were you for the last 10 days. i came 2 times in the last 15 days. and you didn't even answer ones. you didn't even answer my calls."
Me: "I'm sorry, Christine. It's... complicated. I've been going through some personal struggles, and I needed time to sort things out."
Christine's expression softened slightly, but her anger still simmered beneath the surface.
Christine: "That's no excuse for disappearing without a word. Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought something terrible had happened to you."
Me: "I know, and I'm truly sorry for causing you worry. I didn't mean to shut you out, but I was dealing with some... issues.
Christine: "Fine. But right now, you need to clean up this apartment. It's a mess."
She was right. The state of the apartment mirrored the chaos within me, and I realized that cleaning up would be a step towards reclaiming control over my life.
Nodding in agreement, I set to work alongside Christine, scrubbing away the layers of neglect and decay that had accumulated during my absence. As we worked side by side, the tension between us eased, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.
By the time we finished, the apartment looked transformed—a reflection of the fresh start I yearned for. Turning to Christine, I offered her a grateful smile.
Me: "Thank you, Christine. I know I've been difficult to deal with lately, but I appreciate your patience and support."
Christine returned my smile.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow through the windows, I felt a sense of hope stirring within me. The road ahead might be rocky but I knew I could overcome any obstacle that lay in my path.
Chapter 6 Finding Kamar-Taj and Meeting
Me: "Thank you, Christine. I know I've been difficult to deal with lately, but I appreciate your patience and support."
Christine returned my smile.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow through the windows, I felt a sense of hope stirring within me. The road ahead might be rocky but I knew I could overcome any obstacle that lay in my path.
After some time, Christine bid her goodbye and went on her way, leaving me to my thoughts. It was still morning, and I realized I needed to replenish my supplies.
Time skip 30 days -
It had been 30 days since the pain subsided, and I felt like my old self again, albeit with a few broken fingers as reminders of the ordeal. The world around me seemed to be changing, with news of Iron Man making headlines and a noticeable increase in crime rates in Hell's Kitchen.
Determined to seek out Kamar-Taj, I knew it was time to embark on my journey. After days of preparation, I packed my bags and set off for Nepal. Arriving in Kathmandu, I began my search for the elusive place, asking locals for directions and information.
Some pointed me in a certain direction, while others denied its existence altogether. Undeterred, I continued to roam the streets, determined to find Kamar-Taj. Hours passed, and I noticed someone trailing behind me—it must be Mordo.
I pressed on, unsure of the exact location where Dr. Strange had been saved by Mordo and taken to Kamar-Taj. Eventually, I found myself at a corner of a street, feeling exhausted from hours of searching. That's when Mordo approached me.
Mordo: "Are you in search for Kamar-Taj?" he asked.