End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In front of the New York Temple, Strange and Wang were wrestling. Strange wanted to go in, but Wang refused to let him in. The two of them pushed the door and closed it, using all their strength.

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"Huh~~~"

"Ha~~~"

Wang Yi's fat body is not for nothing. You can tell from his body shape. Although he has a big belly, he also has fleshy arms and legs. The standard is big arms, round waist, round neck and thick neck.

He is not called fat, but strong!

Huge back and waist, Hercules are all of this shape!

In contrast, Strange was tall, long-legged, and had a refined and handsome face, so he was no match for him in terms of strength.

Seeing that the door was about to be closed, he raised his foot and handed it over, blocking the door.

All mages who have been in Karma Taj know that the door cannot be opened and closed casually, because the next time you open it again, the scenery on the opposite side of the door will be completely new.

"Stephen, give up, I won't let you in." Wang raised his foot to step on Strange's toes, and rubbed it hard a few times, trying to make him feel the pain and retreat.

"Wang, we are brothers, you can't just ignore death!"

Strange played the emotional card. He didn't want to leave the New York Temple. Three days had passed since Russell told him. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His instinct told him that leaving Karma Taj would be bad luck.

Karma Taj has a supreme mage sitting in command, and the crooked demons cannot threaten his life, but the supreme mage does not let him stay, so the New York Temple is his last hope.

The desire to survive is very strong!

"It's my duty, I'm sorry!"

Wang Dayi was awe-inspiring and unmoved by his personal relationship: "Also, who is your brother? I am the assistant of the Supreme Master. As long as the Supreme Master orders, I will have no brothers!"

The supreme mage personally ordered to expel people, and the good brothers became superficial brothers, which is very realistic.

While speaking, Wang raised his big foot and trampled heavily on Strange's toes, causing the latter to grin his teeth in pain, and subconsciously pulled out his feet.

Looking back, the gate of the New York Temple has been firmly closed.

Strange jumped around holding his feet, secretly thinking that today's matter is not over, if one day he turns around and becomes the supreme mage by chance, he must look good to the king.

Click!

The door opened, and when Strange saw Wang who opened the door, he put aside his grievances and was moved: "Wang, good brother, I knew you were a man of loyalty."

Snapped!

The suitcase hit Strange's face, and Wang Maliu closed the door, not giving Strange any extra time to be sensational.

When encountering an unkind person, Strange felt sorry for him, rubbed his red nose, and dragged his suitcase while walking on the streets of New York.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar metropolis, he suddenly felt out of place, that he no longer belonged here.

Before leaving New York, it was to find Karma Taj, to treat the useless hands, and vowed to return to the pinnacle of the medical profession, and to surprise those "friends" who were dying.

Now that his hand is healed, he has no interest in returning to the pinnacle of medicine, entering the palace of magic, enjoying the infinite mysteries of the universe, countless knowledge waiting for him to explore, studying medicine and so on...

Can it save the world?

Strange didn't ask to save the world, but only asked for someone to save him. After all, the Supreme Mage himself said that the chances of surviving a bloody disaster and a narrow escape are very slim.

"Are you going to eat, drink, have fun, and not leave any regrets in life as the Supreme Master said?"

Strange took out the credit card in his arms and murmured, "Kama Taj is really rich, especially the Supreme Master. Just give a credit card and it's 10 million dollars, uh..."

"Could it be magic too?"

In view of the unreliability of the supreme mage, Strange decided to check it out, before he was done being cool, he was locked into a single room because his credit card was invalid.

The bank has confirmed that this credit card is genuine, but not only that, the cardholder's information is his own, and the monthly limit of 10 million dollars will be automatically repaid no matter how much he spends, without him having to pay a penny.

"Really rich!"

Strange was filled with emotion, and then he carried his suitcase and walked to the hotel next door. Since he was reimbursed, there was no need for him to live frugally.

According to the supreme mage, his time is running out, and it is reasonable to seize the time to be chic and happy.

...

"Stephen, I've thought about countless possibilities of meeting again, but this...maybe my imagination is not rich enough."

In a high-end restaurant in New York, Strange sat opposite a lady, the restaurant was reserved, and there was no one else except the two of them.

Doctor Christine Palmer!

After Strange broke his hand, the only person who was willing to help him sincerely and lend him money when he was down and out.

Strange took the credit card and wanted to find the chic feeling of spending money lavishly back then, but in the end he spent hundreds of thousands of dollars, and felt dull after changing his clothes.

It's boring, this kind of life is too boring, there is no fun at all!

Looking at the credit card in his hand again, Strange suddenly realized why the Supreme Mage just threw out 10 million dollars.

The Supreme Mage is really rich!

This is not the point, the point is that he has experienced the changes in himself, the changes in the spiritual realm, between luxury and knowledge, he chooses the latter.

It can't be said that he is detached from the world, but that his spiritual realm is satisfied. No matter how much money he spends, he can't buy his happiness. Ten million dollars is just a number.

Strange believed that the supreme mage had been in this state for many years, and he seemed to be indifferent on the surface, but in fact he saw through the constraints of the world's rules and lived a willful and unrestrained life.

Supreme Master: As long as I am happy, I don’t care what other people think. If this kind of behavior makes you unhappy, then I will be even happier!

Strange pondered that there was no fun in spending money, and there was no point in pretending to be aggressive in front of those "friends" back then. After thinking about it, only the female doctor Christine Palmer was worthy of his friendship.

Of course, it would be even better if you can jump over the friendship line and have some healthy sports.

A friend in adversity sees the truth, he thinks Christine is a good woman, and if she misses it, she will never be there again.

At the same time, he was still a little entangled, because time was running out, and if he really wanted to have something to do with Christine, it was different from a scumbag who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone when he put on his pants.

But if nothing happened and he left with regrets, he would feel quite uncomfortable.

After struggling for a while, he ordered a special car on the phone, and picked him up from the hospital when the other party got off work.

This is a very low-profile restaurant, and it is only spread among the upper class. In the past, Strange was only eligible to enter by invitation, and people who took the initiative to order food were unwilling to answer him.

Because of the short distance, he took the opportunity to give it a try, handed out his credit card and asked to book a seat by the window, so as to overlook the night view of New York.

At first, it was fine. The moment he saw the credit card, the restaurant manager's eyes lit up, but after swiping the card for verification, the manager's behavior was a bit beyond Strange's expectations.

He cleared the place directly, sent away all the diners politely, and changed into a waiter's costume to serve Strange himself.

When a group of celebrities left, they looked at Strange meaningfully. Instead of being angry, they enthusiastically handed over their business cards.

Only now did Strange understand that the Supreme Mage is not only rich, but also has a detached status in the world of ordinary people.

Although this position is invisible, although this person is very inconspicuous...

"Stephen, what are you thinking?"

"Sorry, I was distracted just now, but it can't be my fault..."

Strange smiled apologetically, raised his wine glass and touched Christine: "You are beautiful tonight, as if you have stepped out of a painting. I am afraid that if I speak too loudly, I will disturb you and return to the painting."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Christine raised her glass and smiled lightly, her gaze passed over Straance's intact hands, the confusion in her eyes instantly woke up, and she exclaimed again and again: "Stephen, can you tell me about Kama Taj? The miracle that happened to you makes me They all find it incredible, and you are now... completely different from before, and I would believe it even if you said it was a different person."

"It is indeed a different person. What I receive is not physical treatment, but spiritual treatment!"

While Strange was talking, suddenly the hand holding the table knife was held by Christine. He didn't care about it, and he was stroking the back of the hand, the knuckles, and the palm lines repeatedly, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Stephen, I suddenly became interested in magic, can you show me some magic?"

Christine clasped his hands together, tilted his head slightly, and blinked with anticipation on his face: "Please!"

Strange's blood gauge plummeted, he straightened his collar with dry mouth and tongue, slightly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "There are so many people with mixed eyes, it's not suitable."

Too many people?

Christine looked around, except for the band, there was no ghost in the restaurant. She frowned slightly: "You mean..."

"There is no one in my hotel room, I can show you the magic there."

"No, it's just the two of us." Christine hesitated, like Little Red Riding Hood who was bewitched by the big bad wolf.

Grandma Wolf smiled: "I promise, it's just a demonstration of magic, nothing else will happen."

"real?"

"real!"

...

"Liar, you said it was just a demonstration of magic and nothing else would happen."

Christine wrapped herself tightly with a quilt, picked up a pillow and slammed it on Strange's head, as if forgetting that a slap does not make a sound, and a fly does not bite a seamless egg.

Strange licked his face and leaned closer: "That's right, this is the magic of love!"

"You... hate it!"

"As long as you like it."

"..."

Just when the men and women were getting tired, the doorbell of the luxury suite rang, Strange's face changed slightly, and he quickly put on his clothes.

"What's the matter, Stephen?" Christine didn't know why, and put on her clothes together.

"The supreme mage is here, in the living room!"

"Who?"

"Supreme mage! The leader of all mages in Karma Taj, and the most powerful mage on earth...the legendary figure who led me to the palace of magic."

Strange helped Christine change her clothes, led her out of the bedroom, and saw Russell in the living room.

In Christine's eyes, the Supreme Mage is dressed in a white robe + hood, with mysterious and sacred golden patterns tattooed on the white mage robe, and his face is covered by a golden mask, which is very mysterious.

Strange [5200 ]: "..."

What the hell are you doing!

"Strange, it seems that you have nothing to worry about. If that's the case, leave with me now!" The eyes of the golden mask lit up with white light, and Russell's artistically processed voice came out.

"Now?"

Strange widened his eyes, wondering if he should be so efficient.

"Actually, we should have set off ten minutes ago, but I figured it out, you won't have much time anyway, so just wait."

Russell said, and opened the curtains of the French windows in the living room.

"..."

Strange couldn't complain, and looked out the window with a look of shock.

Under the vast night, a pitch-black dimensional passage opened, and the foothold was the location of the New York Temple.

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