Up to this point, the Immortal Warrior had already unveiled countless images of the past. Each revelation sent shockwaves through the entire Terra Federation. No matter whether it was the technological heights reached during the Earth era, or Captain Rogers and the Hulk brought about by mutation, or the birth of super artificial intelligence like Ultron and Vision, or even the extraordinary mystical abilities of Wanda and Pietro, all of it left the citizens of Terra utterly shaken.
The Avengers were not merely legends of the Earth era. They had once saved Earth from repeated life-and-death crises, and in doing so, etched an indelible historical memory into the collective consciousness of Terra's people.
Because of the Network, a system capable of capturing memories from past lives spanning hundreds of years, the citizens of Terra had become far more receptive to these revelations. Some people even knew that after entering the Terra Federation, due to lingering memory-related anomalies, certain individuals began exhibiting peculiar abilities.
Soon after, the High Council issued an official notice: Everyone was required to participate in at least one past-life capture each month, and subsidies would be provided. The implication was obvious: more people would gain access to extraordinary, even mystical, powers.
However, when the next past-life memory began to play, everyone watching the screen felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
[Inside a dimly lit room, a man calmly placed a book onto a shelf. Once it was set, he pushed the bookshelf inward, activating a hidden array. Moments later, three people ascended the staircase.]
[The one in the middle wore a cloak, completely obscuring his appearance. Then, figures emerged one after another from the surrounding darkness, quietly encircling the cloaked man.]
What astonished everyone was these seemingly ordinary men in black.
[When they brought their hands together and then spread them apart, yellow light burst forth from their palms, crackling with sparks. The rays of light twisted like ropes, easily manipulated at will. In an instant, a glowing magical tether bound the limbs of the man in the center. With a sharp tug, he was slammed violently to the ground.]
As his anguished screams echoed through the room, viewers across the entire broadcast froze in disbelief. Eyes widened. Mouths fell open. This scene completely overturned the public's understanding of the newly formed Earth Era.
"Damn, so many superhumans?!"
"They can create light just by clapping their hands?!"
"What the hell is this era of Earth?! Monsters everywhere!"
"Who are these people? What's going on?!"
"This is insane! I thought only the Avengers had powers!"
"Is this magic?!"
"I tried it myself, my hands just swelled up!"
At the Human Potential Organization, Ashton and Kayden stared at the screen, mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg. Kayden's usually composed face was filled with confusion. Her finger trembled as she pointed at the image.
"Are these people… all transformed by an Infinity Stone?" she asked softly. "It's unbelievable, magic unleashed with just a wave of the hand…"
Ashton was completely stunned.
"The Extremis virus alters genes and cellular structures," he muttered. "Wanda is special because of the intervention of the Mind Stone. But these people… what kind of system is this?"
Kayden replied blankly, "The key isn't the power source; it's the accessibility. It's too easy to use."
These people looked no different from passersby, yet each of them casually produced a yellow light with their bare hands.
A colleague whispered, "Could this be another captured past life?"
Ashton shook his head, "No. The broadcast wasn't interrupted. It has to be the same reincarnated identity. This scene must be deeply tied to the Immortal Warrior."
The shock in Kayden's eyes gradually settled into focus.
"If this kind of power can be replicated universally," she said gravely, "then its value for Terra is immeasurable."
Everyone knew the horrifying side effects of the Extremis virus; even stable variants could devastate the environment if mishandled. The Hulk's transformation, the serum behind Rogers and the Winter Soldier, none of it was simple or easily reproduced.
Aside from Tony's suit, this was the first time Terra's citizens had ever witnessed so many people possessing extraordinary abilities simultaneously. The significance of this captured history was beyond measure.
Ashton spoke solemnly, "We may be uncovering the true face of the Earth era."
At the Administration, inside the Director's Office.
Darwin, the biologist, stared at the screen in utter disbelief. His hands trembled.
"Magnificent… absolutely magnificent," he muttered repeatedly, "The Earth era far surpasses our imagination…"
His theories collapsed one after another. Self-doubt consumed him. These people were clearly human, yet none of their abilities fit within existing scientific frameworks. He clutched his hair, nearly losing his mind.
The director stood frozen, "In the Terra Earth era… There were groups of people who could use magic? Not just someone like Wanda, but many of them?"
Outrageous. Just when they believed the understanding of the Earth era had stabilized, it was shattered once again.
Johan, the historian, spoke gravely: "The real question is whether this group is limited in number… or merely the tip of the iceberg. If there were many such people, then the agreements signed by Earth's officials back then would be utterly laughable."
Xiaotian nodded, "That's very possible."
The glowing, magical rope burned itself into Terra's collective memory, and the audience held its breath.
[On screen, the cloaked man approached, placed a round bowl on the floor, removed his hood, and drew two short blades from behind him. With one swift motion, the head fell into the bowl. The man then tore two pages from a book, each marked with strange symbols.]
[Just as they were about to leave, a voice echoed from the shadows: "Master Kaecilius. That ritual will only destroy you."]
[The scene shifted, and a figure in yellow robes appeared. Kaecilius stiffened, then abruptly turned and fled with his companions.]
The audience gasped as the doorway rippled like water. They passed through it, vanishing instantly, only to reappear on the street outside. But as they rounded a corner, space itself refracted. Like a standing mirror, its surface rippled and folded. Casillas and his group were caught inside.
The viewers were stunned beyond words. Buildings twisted and unfolded like a fan. Streets split. Gravity shifted. The yellow-robed man stood unmoved, controlling the city as if it were a toy. The viewer watching felt nauseated.
At the training grounds, even seasoned extraordinary individuals fell silent in terror.
Kasey whispered, "I don't think anyone could adapt to that kind of spatial distortion."
Elenora's eyes glowed faintly green.
"This isn't an illusion," she said firmly.
The past-life capture continued to play, and Terra realized its understanding of history had only just begun.
[The yellow-robed man and Kaecilius stood at the edge of the building, suspended between sky and steel. The man in the yellow robe slowly extended his hand and waved it again. Behind him, the massive building seemed to lose its weight, rising like a child's block being lifted from the ground. The entire structure scrolled and folded toward their position, dragging the skyline along with it as if reality itself were being edited. They stood beside what had once been a towering skyscraper.]
[In an instant, everyone below raised their hands. A magic rope, crackling with sparks and runic light, shot forward, whipping violently toward the yellow-robed man's legs. The yellow-robed figure didn't even spare it a glance. Under the tremendous pulling force, two attackers were slammed against a nearby window, their bodies pinned flat against the glass.]
[The man in yellow clapped his hands once, then he stepped onto their backs and leapt upward. With a flick of his wrists, two magic fans unfolded in his hands. At first glance, the fans looked empty, almost weightless, but when they collided with incoming weapons, they rang out like steel striking steel, producing sharp, echoing clangs.]
[With another snap of both wrists, the fans transformed. Their surfaces condensed and reshaped, turning into two circular magic disks that shimmered with layered sigils. Their defensive and offensive power surged instantly. He plunged into the crowd.]
[Behind him, Kaecilius turned his head sharply. The towering buildings at his back were rolling in on themselves, folding and collapsing like giant mirrors. If they crushed the people trapped below, there would be no chance of survival. The structure beneath his feet continued to writhe and twist unnaturally.]
[The yellow-robed man hurled one of the magic disks forward. It spun wildly, slicing through the air and cutting down multiple opponents in a single rotation. At the same time, the other disk swept outward. The skyscraper that had just been parallel to the ground twisted again, and the world tilted. Everyone lost their balance and was thrown violently in a new direction.]
[The entire street lifted into the sky. The tops of skyscrapers appeared where the ground should have been. In an instant, the world had turned completely upside down. Just as the enormous rolling high-rise mirror was about to crush Kaecilius and the others, Kaecilius suddenly raised one hand, revealing a strange ring glowing with arcane light. With his other hand, he drew a circle in the air.]
[Sparks erupted. A blazing ring of golden embers formed, spinning and splashing outward. Through the circle, another environment could be clearly seen, a different location, stable and intact. Those who had been flung helplessly into the air were pulled into the circle one after another, disappearing safely into the other side.]
[While the yellow-robed man continued battling the remaining enemies, Kaecilius and the survivors escaped through the portal. The yellow-robed man raised his hand again and waved casually. The distorted mirror-image buildings froze, then snapped back into their original positions as if nothing had happened. He landed lightly on the ground.]
[The same familiar gesture. The same circle of sparks. Without hesitation, the yellow-robed man stepped directly into it. As he passed through, he removed his hat. Revealing a completely bald head.]
The broadcast chat flared.
"Magic, this is definitely a magician!"
"Damn it! So many people know this stuff?!"
"If Black Widow went up against them, won't she just be being toyed with?!"
"Damn it! Why didn't they act back then?!"
"Drawing a circle and traveling through space?! That's straight out of a novel!"
"That skyscraper-rolling move was insane! If it crushed you, you'd be gone!"
"This bald guy is terrifyingly strong!"
"Being bald really does make you stronger!"
"Sure enough, all the strong ones share the same traits!"
"Insane! Who is this yellow-robed person?!"
"I feel like this is the real truth of the Terra Earth Age!"
"This is so frustrating!"
"They are on a whole different level than the Avengers!"
"How could they be stronger than the Avengers? If Thor dropped his hammer, wouldn't those mages be finished?"
"I just want to know, how many people like them exist?"
"Yeah! If there are too many, their combat power would be absolutely terrifying!"
In the Administration, the director and the experts were frozen in shock.
Tonio rubbed his face hard and muttered, "The way these people fight… It's strange."
Someone asked. "A completely new combat method?"
Darwin frowned deeply. "There are clear levels of strength. That bald mage's power is especially fearsome."
Johan spoke slowly, his voice grave. "I don't think this is simply a matter of strong or weak. This looks like a brand-new power system. A system that so many people can use simultaneously is anything but ordinary. A completely new training-based battle system."
When Johan proposed the idea, the room fell silent. This was fundamentally different from the Avengers. Aside from beings like Thor, most Avengers relied on individual combat paths. Tony's suit, Vision's gem, and Spider-Man's abilities. Even the Winter Soldier had only a limited number of counterparts. But what they had just witnessed, in the Earth Age, was that an entire group shared the same miraculous fighting style.
Hawking asked quietly, "Has anything like this ever appeared in the histories of the Federation? Or in the lives of others?"
Johan shook his head. "Generally speaking, universal power systems that enhance combat are easy to preserve, as we've seen fragments across many different past lives. But never like this."
The director murmured, "If that purple monster really appears… I wonder if this system could help." His eyes flickered with hope. "If we can extract training methods from these past lives, it could significantly strengthen the Federation."
In the Human Potential Organization, Kayden collapsed into her chair in disbelief. Some colleagues around her were excited, while others looked completely shattered.
"Why are so many magicians suddenly showing up?" she groaned. "Is this a movie? We already had the Extremis virus, Rogers… now this?!"
A researcher whispered, "Ma'am, they're still human."
She rolled her eyes. "I know. I'm just sighing. There are too many ways to enhance the human combat state. I don't even want to imagine what else might appear next."
Ashton exclaimed, "The historical stage of the Earth Age is beyond imagination. That bald mage definitely holds even more power than we've seen."
Kayden nodded. "If there are enough of them, they'll play a decisive role against the purple monsters."
In the High Council, Hyeon stared at the screen. "This is a completely new battle type. Or perhaps… a battle organization." He inhaled deeply. "I feel extremely uneasy. Forget the anomalies in the Federation; in the memories of the Immortal Warrior, we thought the Infinity Stones were the key. But now… I suspect the most important factor isn't the stones. It's the strongest humans, or groups, of that era."
The room fell silent.
Gladwin nodded. "We've discussed this before. Why do so many unrelated beings appear in the Immortal Warrior's memories? These images must have had a profound impact on the era and on him. I believe their significance goes far beyond what we've analyzed so far."
No one objected. Unless something had deeply affected the Immortal Warrior, it would never appear in the network.
Sith finally said, "Form multiple review teams. Cross-analyze every memory fragment. Extract everything we may have missed."
Within minutes, six cross-review teams were formed. Each began slow-playing and dissecting the Immortal Warrior's past life from different angles. All in hopes of finding something that could save Terra.
The screen shifted again, and the crowd buzzed.
"Is that a hospital?"
"It is, someone's going into surgery!"
"Who's the surgeon?"
"Sterilization procedures?"
"Wait… is that the bald guy?!"
"Shut up and watch. This feels extraordinary."
"I have a feeling, "
"What kind of feeling?"
"…Like I need to poop."
"Get lost!"
[When the light shifted, a figure underwent strict disinfection, donned a surgical gown and mask with assistance. His gaze was steady. Reassuring. The operation began, tense, precise, orderly. His hands never shook. Soft music played in the operating room. The practitioner even stood on tiptoe, lightly tapping the rhythm.]
[Outside the operating room, a crowd had gathered. Many people stood behind the glass wall, watching the surgeon perform the operation, whispering among themselves. It was obvious to anyone present that the man inside was no ordinary doctor.]
[Music echoed faintly through the room, blending strangely with the magician's lighthearted jokes. Amid the relaxed, almost festive atmosphere, the surgeon approached the most critical phase of the operation. Calm. Precise. Confident.]
[A man arrived at the door and peered through the glass, his gaze sharp and focused. Suddenly, an assistant spoke up. "Mr. Strange, leave the rest to me. You can go."]
[Strange calmly set down the surgical instruments and stepped outside. He was handed a report.]
["What's the situation?" Strange asked.]
[The nurse replied, "Gunshot wound."]
[Strange scanned the data and said firmly, "He's still alive."]
["But apnea, brainstem exams, and respiratory response tests all failed," the nurse continued.]
["I know," said Dr. Palmer. She reached out and enlarged an image on the tablet. "But something's wrong. There's still one bullet that hasn't been removed."]
[Strange leaned in. "That explains it."]
[Dr. Palmer nodded. "Thanks. The medulla might have been injured. I asked for a specialist, and Nick diagnosed him as brain-dead… but I really don't feel right about it."]
[Strange suddenly lifted his head. Without another word, he turned and ran, "We have to hurry!"]
[On the operating table, other doctors were already preparing to remove the patient's organs. He was registered as an organ donor.]
[Dr. Palmer stepped forward. "Wait. I haven't agreed to this yet."]
[Another doctor replied coldly, "Your consent isn't needed. Death has already been confirmed."]
[Strange arrived and said sharply, "It's too early to draw that conclusion. Prepare him for a craniotomy."]
[The doctor shook his head. "I won't allow surgery on a dead person."]
[Strange thrust the tablet forward. "Then look at this."]
[The screen showed the image clearly.]
["Is that… a bullet?" the doctor asked.]
["A complete bullet," Strange said. "Reinforced. Bullets reinforced with metal and lead form toxic alloys. Once that toxicity enters the cerebrospinal fluid, it causes an acute onset, and central nervous system reflexes shut down entirely."]
[Dr. Palmer examined the patient's pupils, then grabbed the bed and pushed it forward."Let's go. The patient is on the verge of death. Do you still want to take his organs?"]
[The two rushed into the operating room. All the tools for open cranial surgery were already in place.]
[Strange's voice rang out steadily. "Impact navigation now. I'm running out of time!"]
[Dr. Palmer suddenly stopped him. "You can't start like this."]
[One of the doctors nearby sneered. "This isn't the time for you to show off."]
[Strange ignored them. He began navigating through the impact zone, preparing to extract the bullet directly from the brain. If his hand slipped even slightly, the patient would die instantly, with no chance of rescue. This was an extremely dangerous extraction, but Strange's face remained calm.]
["I can do it," he said firmly. "Who was it that said he was dead just now?"]
[No one spoke again, but microscopes and auxiliary equipment were brought into position.]
["Intracranial nerves intact," someone reported. The surgical clip penetrated deep into the brain, inching steadily toward the bullet's location.]
[Suddenly, Strange spoke again. "Dr. West, your watch is too loud."]
[Startled, West immediately covered his watch. In the suffocating tension of the operating room, the tweezers finally caught the bullet and removed it smoothly.]
At the Federal Hospital, Jay watched the operation in astonishment, "That hand… incredibly steady."
Tetsuo smiled in surprise. "You rarely praise anyone."
Jay shrugged. "It's hard, but admitting they're better is fine."
Tetsuo fell silent. He knew very well what this meant. Among all the doctors on Terra, there were probably only a handful capable of maintaining that level of stability.
"Truly steady," Tetsuo muttered. "Those hands are priceless."
Only doctors understood how important a pair of steady hands really was.
Jay smiled faintly. "Those hands alone are enough to support him for a lifetime."
The screen flickered.
[Inside a luxurious room, Strange wore an expensive tailored suit. He opened a drawer filled entirely with high-end watches, selected one, and put it on. He drove his sports car toward his destination, speeding recklessly. The phone rang.]
["Billy," Strange answered casually. "What do you need?"]
[Billy said, "I have a 35-year-old Air Force colonel. His lower spine was crushed by an experimental device, a burst fracture in the middle thoracic vertebrae."]
[Strange sounded unimpressed. "I can do that. Anyone can. Don't waste my time, give me something exciting."]
[Billy continued, "There's also a 68-year-old woman with an advanced glioma in the brainstem."]
[Strange refused immediately. "Do you want to ruin my reputation?"]
[Billy added, "There's also a 22-year-old woman. An electronic device was implanted in her brain to control schizophrenia, and she was struck by lightning."]
[Strange paused. "That… sounds interesting. Send it to me."]
["Okay." The files arrived instantly.]
[Strange glanced at the documents while driving. Distracted, he slammed into another vehicle. At high speed, the sports car lost control, spinning wildly before crashing violently against the road. The screeching, cracking sounds echoed endlessly.]
The audience froze.
"Is he finished?"
"Even if he survives, his medical career is over."
"History proves it, don't use your phone while driving!"
"How many points does that deduct?"
"On the importance of safe driving."
"Irregular driving makes relatives cry."
"He's rich, but safety still matters."
"Mountain road, night, high speed, this was inevitable."
"He's important to Tony… he won't die, right?"
The screen jumped again.
[Strange was rushed into the hospital. Both his hands were wrapped in thick bandages, soaked with blood. After emergency surgery, he woke up. Strange stared at his fingernails, trembling.]
["What… did you do?" he asked in panic.]
[Dr. Palmer stood beside him. "They brought you in by helicopter. It took a long time to find you. You missed the optimal window to treat nerve damage."]
[Strange's voice shook. "What did they do to me?"]
[Palmer replied helplessly, "Eleven stainless steel nails were driven into the bones. Multiple ligaments torn. Severe nerve damage in both hands. The surgery lasted eleven hours. Look at these fixators, no one could've done better."]
[Strange's eyes reddened. He turned to her slowly and said, through clenched teeth: "I could have done better."]
The comments continued to scroll wildly.
"It's over. There's no hope anymore."
"Losing the use of both hands is the deadliest blow to a psychiatrist."
"Doctors rely on their hands to survive."
"At least he's alive."
"He can save others but can't save himself. That's tragic."
"He was so outstanding…"
"Drive recklessly, and loved ones will be left crying."
"A doctor's career is really about to be destroyed."
[Strange's hands had been treated by the best doctors available. But when the stitches were finally removed, his hands trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't even eat properly, nor wash his face without spilling water everywhere. After countless discussions with hospital experts, he finally agreed to try a new solution.]
[He entered the operating room for a second surgery. The surgery was successful, followed by an even longer recovery period. Yet the tremors remained. Drinking water, writing, shaving, none of it could be done normally.]
[As time passed, there was no improvement at all. Strange began desperately searching for help. In the end, even his closest friends stopped answering his calls. In a sudden burst of anger, he swept everything off the table and sent it crashing to the floor.]
[At that moment, Palmer pushed the door open and walked in. She saw Strange slumped in a chair, utterly defeated.]
["He didn't agree?" she asked softly.]
[Strange shook his head numbly. Instead, he cursed bitterly, "He's a quack! There's new technology overseas," he continued anxiously. "They cultivate donor stem cells, enhance them, then use 3D printing to reconstruct the chromosome framework. But I need to raise some money first."]
[Palmer hesitated. "Stephen…"]
["It's only two hundred thousand dollars as a preliminary fee," Strange insisted.]
[Palmer stepped closer and said quietly, "Stephen, you always spend whatever you earn. You've completely overdrawn yourself."]
["Should I… consider giving up?" Strange muttered, and he buried his face in his hands. Then, as if arguing with himself, he suddenly said, "No, no, no. Now is absolutely not the time to give up. Look at me. I'm not well at all."]
[Palmer sighed helplessly. "You're no longer treating patients. Why are you still being so stubborn? There are things you simply can't do anymore."]
[Strange stood beside the bed, staring at his trembling hands, "A life without a career…"]
["That's still a life," Palmer replied gently, "It's not the end of the world. There will always be something else that gives your life meaning."]
[Strange turned and stared at her. "Like what? You?"]
[Palmer froze.]
["You should apologize right now," she said.]
[Instead, Strange said coldly, "You should turn around and leave."]
[Palmer's eyes reddened instantly, anger and sorrow surging together, "Well… I just can't bear to see you like this."]
["You can't stand watching anymore, can you?" Strange pressed.]
[Tears welled in her eyes. "Yes. It hurts me. Seeing you like this breaks my heart."]
["I don't want your pity," Strange snapped.]
["I don't pity you," Palmer said firmly.]
[Strange's emotions spiraled out of control. "Then what are you doing here? Bringing cheese and wine like we're old friends going on a picnic? We're not friends at all, Christine, nor are we lovers!"]
[All of Strange's emotions burst free at once. Anger, pain, bitterness, everything tangled in his voice.]
["You just like watching tragedies! You see me as one! Poor Stephen, so pitiful! He finally needs me, and another societal outcast needs you to save him!" His voice rose into a roar. "You enlighten people with your heart, then send them back to face life! You're so satisfied you could sing, aren't you?"]
[In the empty room, Strange's furious voice echoed relentlessly. But every word pierced Christine like a blade. Christine Palmer finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head and said softly, "Goodbye, Stephen."]
[Then she turned and left without looking back. Strange was left alone in the room, completely collapsing.]
The chat exploded once more.
"Damn, that hurt to watch."
"If you rely on your hands to live and lose control of them, anyone would break."
"With skills like his, being single isn't even the issue!"
"My hands started shaking just watching that."
"If it were me, I'd probably react the same way."
"He's a surgical genius; losing hand stability is worse than death."
"Never vent your emotions toward the people closest to you."
"Is there really no solution?"
"Any medical experts here?"
"I remember someone lost an arm and got a metal one, can't he do that too?"
"Not the same thing! Surgery requires extreme precision!"
The scene on screen suddenly shifted.
[A basketball court appeared. People were playing intensely, laughter and shouts filling the air. Strange walked toward one of the courts.]
["Come on!"]
["Nice play!" Encouragement echoed across the court.]
[One of the players jumped, then jogged aside to drink water. Strange stared at his back and spoke calmly, "Jonathan. Complete spinal cord injury at C7 and C8."]
[Jonathan froze and turned around in shock, "Who are you?"]
[Strange ignored the question, "Chest paralysis. Both hands paralyzed."]
The viewer felt disbelief.
"What? Am I blind?"
"That looks like paralysis?"
"I don't read much, but don't joke like that!"
"Can paralyzed people play basketball?"
"Are there other medical technologies?"
"Could it be the virus that healed him?"
"That… actually sounds possible."
"This is unbelievable. Shouldn't paralyzed patients be bedridden?"
"No wonder Strange came looking for him."
"If this technology can be mastered, think how many people could be saved."
[Jonathan shook his head. "I don't know you."]
["I used to be a neurosurgeon," Strange said. "My name is Strange."]
[Jonathan's eyes widened. "I remember you. I went to your clinic before. Never even saw you. Couldn't get past your assistant."]
["I couldn't save you," Strange said quietly.]
[Jonathan smiled. "That's called retreating in the face of difficulty, right?"]
[He jogged back toward the court.]
[Strange said excitedly, "You found hope in despair. You created a miracle. I… I'm trying to create mine too." He raised his hands, still trembling violently.]
[Jonathan walked over and nodded solemnly, "I was about to give up back then. I thought only my brain still worked. They said I should just train my mind. I studied with a group of mages. Strangers carried me up the mountain to meet them. Eventually, I found my mentor."]
[He tapped his forehead. "I entered a new realm. My soul sublimated. And then… somehow…"]
[Strange stared. "You healed?"]
[Jonathan nodded. "Yes. There are countless mysteries in this world. But I don't have the energy to study them all. Once the miracle happened, I chose to go home."]
[After a pause, Jonathan added, "The place you're looking for is called Kamar-Taj. But going there isn't cheap."]
["How much?" Strange asked urgently.]
[Jonathan shook his head. "It has nothing to do with money. It depends on luck."]
The broadcast turned into stunned silence, then chaos erupted.
"Is this some kind of mysticism?"
"This sounds like a scam."
"I'm a materialist, why am I watching this?"
"Wait… weren't those people earlier mages too?"
"They're battle mages, don't they have healing ones?"
"My god… how many secrets are hidden in the Terra Earth era?!"
"Strange is definitely going to Karma Taj."
"Does the Terra Federation even have such a place?"
"Of course not, different era, different rules."
"I really want to know how Strange changes after going there!"
At the Federal Hospital, Tetsuo, Jay, and the others stared at the screen in silence. Jonathan's condition made no medical sense at all. There was absolutely no way conventional rehabilitation could lead to someone playing basketball.
"Kamar-Taj…" Tetsuo murmured, hope flickering in his eyes, "I hope you don't disappoint us."
At the Administration, the director and several experts were also watching closely. The director sighed deeply. "I thought we understood the Earth era well enough, but it seems we've only scratched the surface. A disease like that being cured… the medical level is terrifying."
Tonio exclaimed, "This is on par with the Regenerative Cradle!"
A medical expert shook his head slowly. "It's far beyond that. The cradle only prints tissue. This is a neurological breakthrough, infinitely more difficult."
All eyes returned to the screen. The doctor with deep ties to Tony, the Iron Man, finally completed his investigation. After multiple inquiries and confirmations, he arrived at a bustling, remote village steeped in ancient tradition.