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"What demon? Where did these other demons come from?"
Ian was surprised.
He has always been good at trusting others.
however.
Doctor Strange's "Sherlock Holmes" mind doesn't seem to want him to believe it.
"It's a demon... the kind of demon that looks really scary, uh... with big wings on its back, and a really arrogant laugh." Humans can never imagine things they haven't seen before.
at this time.
The value of this statement is proven in Doctor Strange's case. Since he hadn't accessed any real information on this topic, he could only describe it based on the movies he had seen.
"I believe it."
Ian nodded.
He demonstrated magnanimity.
"Come on, of course you can. The bed of the evil god has always been a place where believers can come and go as they please." As the saying goes, the evil gods of the new era all have some manners.
"Thank you."
Strange squeezed out a word through clenched teeth.
His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously.
Seeing Ian take out the book that should be the "main body," this seemingly very principled Sorcerer Supreme, who might actually just not want to cultivate for others, decided to endure the humiliation.
"What kind of karma did I create? One series of actions... and I lost half of my magic." Filled with immense grief, Doctor Strange pressed his new handprint onto the book.
The moment the contract took effect, a familiar binding force began to grow within him again—the deduction of magic income tax had indeed returned to thirty percent.
but.
He didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief.
"No!" Doctor Strange turned into a groundhog again, frozen as if struck by lightning, and exclaimed in disbelief in shock.
“The rest of the contract… it’s different from the last one!” Doctor Strange stared stiffly at Ian, who was smiling, his eyes shifting from horror to numbness.
"Is this what evil gods are like?"
He felt he already knew what Ian was going to say.
however.
“It’s like a second marriage versus a first marriage. Do you think there’s no difference?” Ian patted Doctor Strange’s stiff shoulder reassuringly, his tone light and confident.
"..."
Doctor Strange opened his mouth.
Ultimately, no rebuttal could be found.
Perhaps it was because Ian's fallacies were too impeccable that even this genius, who loved Sherlock Holmes since childhood, went on to study advanced medicine, and eventually became the Sorcerer Supreme, could not withstand them.
"So, demons really are this terrifying."
He could only mutter to himself with a blank, lifeless expression.
“I see you’ve bought a lot of Sherlock Holmes magnifying glasses. You’ll encounter this situation if you don’t use a magnifying glass to read the contract.” Ian was trying to teach his followers how to guard against evil spirits, but his good intentions did not earn him any gratitude.
The air grew even quieter.
Doctor Strange's breathing grew heavier.
Uncle Bruce gradually grew closer to Ian after he gave him too many drugs.
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The breathing in the hall was heavy.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?" Ian thought Doctor Strange's physical condition wasn't good; who could say for sure if this guy had secretly given himself drugs when he was a doctor?
Actually, he didn't add anything excessive to the contract. He simply removed the benefit of being able to learn magic from him for free. Is it really that excessive to have to pay magic power as tuition to learn magic?
New believers and believers who have betrayed their faith.
Of course, there needs to be a slight difference.
Ian didn't even ask Doctor Strange to help him support the other believers.
He has always been kind.
"All I want to do right now is hang myself and start over."
Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, slumped in his armchair, a faint wisp of magical energy flickering between his fingers, like an oil lamp about to go out.
This is a lament for the magic that has passed away.
"You've had an amazing start to the game. Trust me, if you follow the Evil God, your future is limitless. Who knows, you might even become a Dimensional Demon God someday."
"No, it should be that if you stomp your foot, all the other dimensional demons will have to kneel down and call you Lord Strange. After all, you are my follower, and you are my face when I'm out in public." Ian's magic power has increased dramatically, and he has begun to enjoy the future. However, his joy and Doctor Strange's sorrow may not be the same.
"Your promise reminds me of Louis XVI's promise." Doctor Strange looked up, his eyes filled with distrust, and he even secretly wanted to vent his frustration with slang.
However, Ian didn't care about the curses from his followers.
He is the evil god of the new era.
"An empty promise? Don't worry, even if someone cuts off the head of the Evil God, the Evil God can grow a new corpse... no, a new body."
Ian promptly corrected his overly personal remarks.
This wave is all Madison's fault for his performance style.
"No, you, as a newly awakened evil god, can even understand this kind of riddle in a second?" Doctor Strange's expression was very astonished. He was probing whether Ian's origin was the same as his guess.
"Super Brain"
Ian did not deny it.
He just silently poked his temple.
The air was quiet for a second.
No one applauded for him.
Doctor Strange sighed, looking down at his hands, which were beginning to tremble again: "No matter how beautifully you describe it, I think it's just a false promise from an evil god."
"Look at me now, I have less than 50% of my magic power left, and I can barely maintain my body." The origin story of why he started learning magic seems to still exist, which may be why Ian has encountered several superheroes, but only Doctor Strange's situation is somewhat normal.
Despite saying he didn't love him, Tony Stark, who was in charge of entering the information, seemed to really like the man, and even didn't let Doctor Strange lose all his fingers.
"As the saying goes, the more you lose, the more I gain, and the more I gain, the stronger your backing becomes. So, rounding it off, it's actually the same as you not getting weaker."
“We are a whole, and we obey the law of conservation of energy.” Ian looked at Doctor Strange’s trembling hands and brought up his personal panel, preparing to give Doctor Strange a shocking experience.
"Is this how you understand the conservation of energy?"
Doctor Strange was visibly taken aback.
Then, he stared at Ian with a strange look in his eyes, "I've heard this kind of talk before. That's how the fungi fooled people when they were stationed in other countries."
It can only be said that America may have truly walked all the paths that were taken.
"Looks like I'm also a true American flag member from old New York?" Ian said with a sigh. He felt that the mold had acted as a time assassin, stealing his development ideas from the past timeline.
There is an extraordinary world.
Who can say for sure?
It's hard to say, but that's the evil god, Master.
“I shouldn’t have been so smart. Why did I go back to Kamar-Taj? If I hadn’t gone back to Kamar-Taj, I wouldn’t have accidentally entered into this contract with you.”
"If I hadn't signed this contract, I wouldn't have lost my magic. And if I hadn't lost my magic, I wouldn't be here listening to you make empty promises."
Doctor Strange held his forehead with trembling hands.
His tone was wistful and melancholic.
"What empty promises? Quickly look at the ability your god shared with you." Ian figured out the new skill, so he directly used the [Share] ability to lend a skill to Doctor Strange.
[Self-Healing Frenzy]
He was even worried that Doctor Strange wouldn't understand how to use it, so he thoughtfully helped Doctor Strange activate his ability—anyone who has been an evil god knows that the ability to control the bodies of believers is a basic operation.
"Sigh~"
It was only for a fleeting moment that I was controlled.
Doctor Strange then felt his body begin to change. His body was emitting a green light, which wriggled like a living thing, traveling through every corner of his body.
"This... is not magic."
Doctor Strange's pupils contracted sharply. His magic flowed through his body, but he could not resist this unfamiliar healing power, which was acting like a special rule.
"I'm regaining my health?!"
Doctor Strange, realizing what had happened, stared wide-eyed as he felt his hands, which even magic could not heal, performing a miracle from an evil god.
The reconnection of nerves was so rapid. He subconsciously looked down at his hands—the hands that had suffered nerve damage and muscle atrophy due to a car accident, making them almost unable to perform any fine motor skills. Now, they seemed to have returned to their peak condition, as light as if they had never been injured.
"Damn the Ancient One, didn't he say that my hand could never be healed, that it was my absolute destiny in life?" Doctor Strange could even feel that his fatty liver was gone.
"Goo~"
He suddenly felt that believing in an evil god wasn't so bad after all, since he used to be a doctor who had no feelings and only knew how to make money, and his profession was probably a perfect match for him.
"Is this the grace of the evil god?"
Doctor Strange felt completely corrupted. Well, what could he do? His initial motivation for learning magic was simply to heal his hands.
I should have known that believing in evil gods could cure me.
He will definitely dig out the sleeping evil god as soon as possible.
“Not only that, I can also make you fly.” Ian was also testing his [Sharing] skill. In the next moment, Doctor Strange flew to the ceiling.
"I have a cloak! I don't need to fly!"
Doctor Strange was startled and waved his hands in the air. Of course, after getting used to it, Doctor Strange also started jumping up and down and began to have a lot of fun.