'What kind of dream is she having…?'
Ye Li noticed.
The Crystal Princess, who had already fallen asleep, was still sucking hard in her dream, her body pressing against him restlessly, rubbing and writhing…
The thin white T-shirt couldn't stop the soft sensation.
Unfortunately, his own clothes were too thick to fully savor it.
…..
In the dense forest of the island.
"Woof~!"
The giant bulldog, the size of a baby elephant, shook itself slightly and stood up.
"Lockjaw" felt a bit better.
Though teleportation was still difficult, walking normally was no problem.
Only.
Its master had been gone for so long—why hadn't she returned yet?
What was she doing…
The worried big dog sniffed the ground, nose close, and began searching————
Hen~ hen~ hen~
After a while.
Lockjaw successfully walked out of the forest; its large paw prints stamped onto the beach.
"Woof~!"
Soon, it discovered something, and excitedly bounded forward on its stubby legs.
Crack—!!
With the sound of a shell breaking.
Lockjaw bit into a coconut crab, happily crunching away…
Time to eat first~
Looking for its master could wait.
…..
On the beach bench.
'She seems a bit too excited…'
Seeing the Crystal Princess's heated behavior, Ye Li thought for a moment… and decided not to stop weaving her dream.
Instead, he undid the threads of his own upper garment, leaving his chest bare, letting Crystalia's tender body press closer to him…
'Having just repelled Dormammu's invasion and saved the world, what's wrong with me enjoying myself a little?'
With that mindset.
He contentedly hugged the princess's pure body tighter, his masculine aura slowly seeping into her maidenly fragrance.
The temptation was difficult to resist, and he couldn't help slowly letting his hands wander…
…..
Kamar-Taj.
"Perhaps Ye is more suited to be the Sorcerer Supreme."
Strange placed the Eye of Agamotto back onto the central pedestal of the Sanctum, and said, "It was he who defeated Dormammu, whom we all thought invincible, and he even boldly declared his return.
That is the style of the Sorcerer Supreme, isn't it?
Not like me, hiding under the sky, using the Eye of Agamotto to repair three Sanctums, while being scolded by Mordo like a dog."
"Mordo is a very rigid man. That's why the Ancient One never chose him as successor. Otherwise, he would have brought new disaster to Earth."
Wong glanced at the Eye of Agamotto and continued, "Wise decision. You will still have chances to wear the Eye again, once you fully master its power.
Until then, it's best to leave it here, rather than walk around with an Infinity Stone on your chest."
"What?"
Strange had never heard the term, "Infinity Stone?"
"You may have talent for magic, but you still have much to learn."
With a wave of Wong's hand, the floating magical globe above the Sanctum rotated: "The death of the Ancient One will soon spread across the multiverse. Earth no longer has a Sorcerer Supreme… oh… and you, still fumbling with portal spells, don't count…"
Strange: "..."
"We must be prepared." Wong ignored the black line on Strange's face and reminded him earnestly.
"We will."
Strange looked at the Eye of Agamotto, rubbing his chin, and after a few seconds of thought, suggested, "Maybe… leaving it with Ye would be a good idea…"
Wong shook his head, patting his shoulder, "You must learn to rely on yourself, Stephen, or you will never truly become Sorcerer Supreme."
"I was never that interested in the position anyway. Maybe one day I'll let you have it."
Strange tossed back arrogantly, then donned the Cloak of Levitation and strode into the portal leading to the repaired New York Sanctum.
From then on.
He would be its guardian.
…..
While Strange was taking up residence at the New York Sanctum.
In a private workshop corner of the city.
Zzzt… zzzt… zzzt…
Pangborn was grinding parts with a whetstone.
He had once been a paraplegic before going to Kamar-Taj, and returned with his body healed.
Such was the wonder of magic.
"Pangborn, they carried you into Kamar-Taj on a stretcher, and look at you now…"
A hooded figure in black silently slipped inside, speaking in a low, cold voice, "I've realized something. The true intent of sorcerers is to twist the natural order, steal energy, and corrupt nature…"
Pangborn broke into a sweat, turning around, quietly gripping a crowbar behind his back, "Mordo, what do you want from me?"
He had heard—
—Mordo had betrayed Kamar-Taj, and his temperament had completely changed…
Or rather, this man had simply found an excuse to unleash his inner malice…
"Like I said, you stole power…"
Mordo drew closer, his eyes colder, "Now it's time to return it…"
Pangborn tightened his grip on the crowbar and denied, "I didn't steal anything. This is my power, mine!"
…..
"Power?"
Mordo pulled down his hood, "Power has a purpose."
Hu—!
Before he finished, Pangborn swung the crowbar at him!
Whoosh—
Mordo sidestepped with ease, his agile body dodging, and then reached out toward Pangborn's abdomen————
Wuen~
A faint golden-orange energy was pulled straight from him.
"Argh—!!"
Pangborn screamed, collapsing twisted onto the ground.
He had returned to his paraplegic state…
"You beast! You damn black devil! Why do this?!"
Pangborn glared at Mordo with hatred. They had no enmity, so why strike him so cruelly?!
"Because I finally understand the problem with this world…"
The blackened Mordo…
No—
It should be said, Mordo's skin was black, but his heart was darker, as he said coldly with a smile.
"The problem is—there are too many sorcerers!
Wong, Hamir, Strange…
Far too many…
And that one who broadcast his voice to the whole world—so what if he repelled Dormammu?
What difference is there between him and Dormammu?
Both are destroying the natural order!
Them, all of them, I will eliminate!"
…..
Xia Weiwei.
Private island.
The hem of a white T-shirt was already being lifted—