The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The period of waiting for recovery from injury is the most difficult time for Strange.

Inside the palms wrapped in plaster, it was like millions of ants swimming under the flesh, biting away at the nerve tissue.

Every time he moved his fingers, it was like severing dozens of nerves. The severe pain was accompanied by a burning sensation, which often made Strange lie alone in the hospital bed late at night, gritting his teeth and letting out a low groan.

Unable to wait for the wound to heal completely, he couldn't wait and proposed a 'treatment plan'.

It was a very expensive operation with only a glimmer of possibility, but even this glimmer of possibility was the only hope to save Strange, who seemed to be drowning.

The top surgeons who used to control other people's destiny can now only lie on the hospital bed and let others control their destiny.

I have to say, this is a very ridiculous thing.

...

Months after the surgery, the condition did not improve.

It seems that this time, God no longer takes pity on this genius and abandons his pride and talent like worn-out shoes.

He tried every method he could, but in the end his request was rejected because no top surgeon was willing to lower the success rate of his operation on a 'waste' like him.

Just as he had done with the patients before, he threw them in a corner and let them become moldy and smelly.

A former surgical genius finally fell from heaven to the abyss and was shattered to pieces.

No one cares about him anymore, like a wounded beast, hiding alone in the corner, venting his anger wantonly.

Ding~

The door of the apartment was pushed open, and a beautiful figure walked in slowly.

Strange had not shaved for several months. He was as slovenly and decadent as a homeless man on the street. Without his usual high-spirited demeanor, he was huddled in the corner of the room, with countless bottles of wine messily placed at his feet.

"They rejected me..."

Strange's eyes were stiff, like a walking zombie, and he kept repeating.

"Stephen, it's time to end it." Palmer couldn't bear him becoming like this, and advised: "You have no money anymore, it's time to stop, don't go on, okay?"

Over the past few months, Strange underwent several expensive surgeries in an attempt to restore the nerves in his fingers.

These surgeries had already emptied his fortune, which might not have mattered in the past.

But now, he has lost his identity as a surgeon, has no source of income at all, and has no savings. All the loans he can borrow have been exhausted, like a gambler who is at the end of his rope and loses money.

"Oh, are you here to pity me?"

Strange's eyes were filled with rage and depression, and his reason was completely overwhelmed by negative emotions.

"Stephen, even if you lose your job, you still have a life." Palmer looked at him distressedly and said, "This is not the end. There are other things that can make your life more meaningful."

"Make more sense? You?"

Strange seemed to have found an outlet and poured out the accumulated negative emotions in one breath: "Don't look at me with that look! Are you pitying me? Christine, do you like tragic stories?

Poor Stephen Strange, a perfect candidate for charity, he finally needs me, a scumbag who can be saved by you, right!!!"

By the end of his speech, he was roaring so loudly that the whole living room seemed to be trembling.

The hurtful words, like sharp swords, pierced Palmer's heart. She was completely disappointed with this man. Finally, she took a deep look at him and said softly: "Goodbye, Stephen."

"

She picked up her bag, put down a stack of documents, and left silently.

Watching Palmer leave, Strange felt a little regretful in his heart. He knew very well that he had done something wrong, but he could not open his mouth to stop him.

Maybe it's stubbornness, maybe it's stubbornness, maybe it's... that little bit of pride that's left.

Strange slumped on the ground in despair, staring blankly at the living room. After a long time, he crawled to the document and slowly tore open the seal of the document with his still trembling hands.

A black eagle pattern is printed on the first page of the document.

It was marked as secret information. I don’t know what method Christine used to obtain this document.

Grains

"Killian...Daxu?"

Strange opened the file and seemed to see a new world.

It records some supernatural events. For example, monsters that ordinary people cannot see are collectively called "Void". The huge monster he saw that day was named "Big Void Killian" by SHIELD. It is a more powerful monster.

Evil monster.

The guy who fights against these monsters is called the "Reaper" by S.H.I.E.L.D.

It is said to be a powerful organization that exists in the form of a soul and has extraordinary power, and has been guarding human society from behind.

Unfortunately, he happened to bump into Daxu that day, and he was lucky to have survived.

In addition, he also found a document.

A patient whose spine was completely broken but recovered inexplicably was a special case that Palmer went through great hardships to find, hoping to give him courage, but now...

Strange looked bitter, he had failed Palmer's kindness.

But then, he looked firmly again: "Since this person can recover, then I can certainly do it too. After I recover my hands, I will come to you to apologize, Christine Palmer!"

...

Nepal, Kathmandu.

Strange, with a stubble on his face, stood at a loss in the market.

From the mouth of that special patient, he learned about a magical place, a sacred place called 'Kama Taj', where he could control his body with the power of his mind, perhaps even his hands.

Strange, who was at the end of his rope, sold all his assets in exchange for a ticket to Garmadon.

Now he has no choice but to go back. If he can't find Kamal Taj, he won't even have the money to go back.

After going through a lot of hardships, being beaten up by gangsters on the way, and almost taking away the last watch left by Palmer, under the leadership of the mysterious man in black, he finally found the legendary Kama Taj.

A temple complex with a long history and antique flavor.

"The person you are looking for is waiting for you there."

The man in black took off his hood, revealing a weathered face. He was a middle-aged black man. He slowly pointed to a certain room and said, "I'll give you some advice before you go in. Forget everything you thought you knew."

The style of the room is extremely simple, as if it has been passed down from ancient times to the present day.

In the corner, there is a copper stove with cigarette smoke floating in it, exuding a refreshing aroma, which makes your soul feel clear.

Behind the wooden display window was a living room-style room. The black man did not follow and motioned for him to go in alone.

Strange hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked into the room and looked around.

A bald young woman was sitting in front of an antique tea table, looking at him with a smile.

And in front of the tea table directly opposite her, there was a strange man sitting, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see clearly at all.

After hesitating again and again, Strange walked up to the weird man and said cautiously: "Thank you, Master Gu Yi, for being willing to see me."

"Heh, it seems I guessed it right."

Lord looked at Gu Yi with a half-smile, and said calmly: "If you lose, don't forget to promise me, and she is Gu Yi."

Strange twitched the corner of his mouth and followed the man's finger back. The bald mage still smiled: "It's true that I lost. I'll lend you the Book of Emperor Weishan for a few days."

After saying that, Gu Yi stood up slowly, his eyes as deep as the stars, and said: "Introduce me, I am Master Gu Yi."

"Hello...Hello, I'm..." Strange was a little nervous and couldn't speak fluently.

"I know your name is Stephen Strange, surgeon."

Gu Yi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and poured out his information one by one like beans from a bamboo tube.

Until the end, Strange's eyes were weird and even a little scary.

Now he was a little doubtful that he had been deceived and fell into a scam set by someone.