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Chapter 201: Cosmic Demon God Totem Common Wealth Project (2)

Although it was already autumn, the afternoon in New York was still quite hot. The sound of opening a can was followed by a "pop," and Peter raised his head, taking a sip of cold Coke with a satisfied "ahh."

"Finished drinking? Then let's finish this part," said Dr. Connors.

"Oh, right," Peter replied.

He placed the Coke on the table in the preparation room, put on his lab coat, and walked over to the lab table. Looking around, he whispered to Dr. Connors, "Are we really going to do this? I don't think we can hide it from Mr. Stark. After all, this is the laboratory in Stark Tower."

Schiller, who was sitting in the preparation room, interrupted. "It seems like you didn't listen to any of the psychological theories I taught you before."

Peter scratched his head and asked, "I just didn't remember much...but how does that relate to us conducting experiments without Mr. Stark's knowledge?"

"I'm pretty sure that Stark won't use surveillance equipment to observe the situation in this laboratory. He's a very proud person, so even though he knows that Dr. Connors has several patents on biotechnology, he won't resort to methods that seem like spying."

"His pride prevents him from doing anything that is even remotely related to 'stealing knowledge.' Even if there's only a slight risk, he'll try to avoid it."

"Stark is like a proud bird, and his intelligence and wisdom are the beautiful feathers he's most proud of. He'll avoid any behavior that could dirty those feathers, even if it could bring him more food."

Peter nodded in agreement, then glanced at the clock in the room. "Sorry, Doctor. I have to leave in an hour. My friend is waiting for me."

Connors asked Schiller, "When is Strange coming?"

Schiller was about to call Strange on his mobile phone when a red crack suddenly appeared in the center of the laboratory room, quickly expanding into a red circle. Strange walked out of it, holding a crystal ball.

"Phew..." he breathed a sigh of relief. "You have no idea what I just went through. My goodness! I never thought that a sorcerer would have to do that kind of thing!"

"Tell us about your amazing experience," Schiller said, looking up at Strange, while the time was still early.

Peter looked at Strange with curiosity. Strange carefully placed the crystal ball on the table, took a deep breath, and began his story.

It all started with Kamar-Taj.

After becoming an apprentice sorcerer there, Strange began his long journey of learning magic.

Strange was talented and learned quickly, mastering some small spells in no time.

At the same time, he frequently interacted with the people at Kamar-Taj, gaining a deeper understanding of their relationships. In addition to the Supreme Sorcerer, the Ancient One, and the Grandmaster of Kamar-Taj, Wong, he also got to know the Ancient One's elder disciple, Baron Mordo.

Strange felt that he got along with Mordo the least out of everyone at Kamar-Taj. Mordo's behavior constantly reminded him that he was an outsider, a wild card who came in halfway through.

This was because Baron Mordo was too much like a sorcerer, even more so than the Ancient One.

He was silent, solemn, and mysterious. Every word he spoke carried a mysterious meaning that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. Not only was he powerful in magic, but the way he cast spells was exactly like a traditional sorcerer.

Whenever Mordo used magic, he floated in mid-air, his robe fluttering slightly, surrounded by mysterious lights. He would chant a series of mysterious spells, then move and act freely.

In contrast, Strange's use of magic was not as impressive. He would get tangled up in disobedient crimson sashes, his magic portals would disappear halfway through, and his spells would often go awry.

More importantly, Strange knew little about mysticism and philosophy. He couldn't speak like Mordo, who could eloquently talk about the true secrets of life, seeking peace, and the essence of power.

Whenever he heard the Ancient One and Baron Mordo talk, Strange felt that the Ancient One must have been very impatient with him, because Strange had neither rich knowledge of magic theory nor understanding of those obscure and esoteric mystic stories.

The topic that Baron Mordo and the Ancient One talked about were all about the universe, truth, origin, and so on, while the topics that Strange and the Ancient One talked about were mostly about loans, interest rates, and differences.

The former looked like preaching in the magic sanctuary, while the latter sounded like a bank sales call.

If Strange and Baron Mordo couldn't get along, it would have been fine, but because of the financial fraud plan that Strange introduced to the Ancient One, the two of them frequently traveled between Asgard and other dimensions to prepare for the entire plan.

During this time, the Ancient One took Strange all over the world, leaving his senior disciple Baron Mordo in Kamar-Taj.

As the only disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme for many years, Baron Mordo had long regarded himself as the inheritor of the Sorcerer Supreme and Kamar-Taj in his heart. But now, seeing this little junior who was incompatible with magic getting the Ancient One's favor, he naturally had some thoughts in his heart.

What surprised Baron Mordo the most was that the Ancient One actually asked him to contact Dormammu.

In Kamar-Taj, most of the magic used was white magic, which came from the gods of order in Hoggoth or other order domains. Black magic was strictly prohibited.

However, because the definition of magic was rather vague, most of the sorcerers did not just use white magic. For example, Cytorak's deep red sash, which came from the power of the deep red dimension, was not violent, and many novice sorcerers also used his magic. But Cytorak's was obviously not an order god.

Therefore, there were also some arrogant sorcerers who used the power of the dark gods. The Ancient One and Baron Mordo were aware of this.

The Ancient One turned a blind eye to this as long as the sorcerers could control this power. However, not pursuing it and putting the contact with the dark gods on the table were two completely different things.

Many sorcerers in Kamar-Taj speculated about what the Ancient One was going to do. Of course, they did not think that the Sorcerer Supreme would ally with external enemies. They just suspected whether the Ancient One had finally found a way to kill Dormammu and wanted to trick him into coming.

Baron Mordo was even more uneasy because his contact with Dormammu was much deeper than what the Ancient One knew.

Baron Mordo's research on black magic was extremely profound, and he was confident that the Ancient One had not discovered all of this. But suddenly, one day, the Ancient One asked him to contact Dormammu, the lord of the darkest and most chaotic dimension around Earth!

How could Baron Mordo not be nervous?

Did the Ancient One find out about my private contact with the dark dimension god? Is she warning me? Or did the Ancient One really find a way to turn Dormammu into minced meat? What should I do?

As mentioned earlier, Baron Mordo was a very traditional sorcerer. In short, he truly believed in magic.

At this moment, a thought gradually formed in Baron Mordo's heart. After returning from the dark dimension, no one knew what he talked about with Dormammu.

Afterward, not long after, Strange also met Dormammu, not just Dormammu, but also the famous gods of the deep red dimension, Surtur, the ruler of Hell Mephisto, and a large number of well-known universe gods who could shake the world with their names.

Their meeting place was the palace of Asgard, and the chairman of the meeting was Odin, the father of the gods. The initiator of the meeting was the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, the Ancient One, and standing next to the Ancient One was Strange, who was watching all these big shots with a bit of trembling legs.

Under the continuous phone harassment of the Ancient One, this luxurious lineup was finally gathered together, and Strange never imagined that he would have to give a speech in front of these big shots who could shake the entire universe.

Strange regretted it, he regretted it very much.

When he stood in the center of the palace of the immortal palace, a surging black mist was to his right. In the mist was a blurred humanoid figure emitting endless darkness, just a glance was suffocating.

To his left was a huge red vortex, behind which was an endless world, and an even larger monster sitting on the top of the world, whose gaze alone could devour everything.

In front of Strange was a raging hellfire, and a staircase full of corpses led to a tall throne. A blurry demon sat on the throne, overlooking the world from hell.

Beside these three big shots were many monsters with strange shapes that made people go crazy with fear just by looking at them.

Strange stood in the middle of these demonic monsters, feeling like he had been taken for a ride.

But things had developed to this point, and it was not something Strange could avoid. He could only grit his teeth and speak out that despicable and shameless plan.

As Strange recounted this experience in the laboratory, he looked exhausted. "I had just started talking, and the demon walked down from the throne and appeared right in front of me. Can you believe it?"

"The whole sea of hellfire appeared in my overhead view, and I could even hear the screams of souls inside."

Strange said helplessly, "Then, the demon named Surtur directly stuck his head out of the vortex. Do you know how terrifying that sight was? His beard alone was bigger than my whole body!"

"I can't even describe to you what those things were." Strange covered his forehead and said, "I feel like with this experience, there's nothing in this world that I'm afraid of anymore."

"So, how did it go in the end?"

"After I finished speaking, I went back to my teacher's side, and the atmosphere was still quite scary as they started discussing it word for word."

"And then?" Conor asked curiously.

"Later..." Strange made a strange expression. "They started arguing, and it got more and more intense, so Odin had to step in and mediate."

"At first, they were still reasoning with each other, but then it turned into a shouting match, and finally a fight over who had the bigger fists."

"You mean, they had a fight?"

"God-king Odin was originally planning to mediate, but it seemed like a demon was being disrespectful to him, so he directly struck him with a bolt of lightning, and within a few seconds, the sky over Asgard turned into mush..."

"In the end, most of the demons either ran away or died, leaving only a few of the stronger ones to sit down and continue negotiating."

"They actually continued negotiating?"

"The Sorcerer Supreme told me that's how demons negotiate. Whenever they gather together, they always have to fight first. Only those who survive can stay and negotiate."

Strange sighed and continued, "After they sat down again, I realized that they didn't even understand one-tenth of what I had said before."

"They came up with a bunch of questions, and I did my best to answer them, but there were still a lot of questions, especially from Mephisto!"

Strange's tone became a bit angry. "He threw a bunch of nonsense questions at me, some of which I couldn't answer, and he actually called me ignorant! I'm a neurosurgeon, not a finance professional. How would I know how to calculate interest rates?"

"What was the result in the end?" Schiller asked.

"The remaining people agreed to participate and paid a deposit. This is it." Strange picked up a crystal ball on the table and said, "This is pure magical energy they provided, with no personal attributes, and can be used directly without repayment."

"But the condition is that we need to send some professional personnel to answer their many questions."

"That's easy. Tomorrow, I'll have Nick go to the prison to find some trustworthy finance professionals with moral standards."

"But we can't let these people go meet those cosmic demons, can we? They'll be scared to death."

Schiller asked Strange, "Do you know what a telephone is?"