Marvel’s Superman

Kama Taj's living place, Strange woke up from his sleep.

"Are you up?"

Before he could fully open his eyes, a smiling voice suddenly sounded.

"Mommy Fake!"

Strange was startled, and subconsciously shrank to the corner of the bed, leaned his back against the wall, and assumed a defensive posture.

He has always lived alone, and when he was caught off guard by other people's voices, it was inevitable that he had overreacted.

"I said, Strange, a cowardly person, can't be a Supreme Mage."

The man said jokingly.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

Looking at the voice, Strange found that it was his contractor, the high-level mage who called himself "Superman".

He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the sky outside the window, a touch of fish maw white appeared slightly, and it was not too late.

"It's only 20 minutes. Kama Taj's breakfast tastes pretty good. Although it's a little lighter, I eat a lot of fish and meat every day. It's good to try porridge and side dishes."

Luke put down the "Magic Encyclopedia", showed a young face, and smiled: "The battle for the Supreme Mage is about to begin, IMHO, Mage Strange, with your current strength, you can't even get a ticket to enter the arena. arrive."

"Your senior brother Mo Du stayed up all night and was doing penance while you lay in bed and slept. It's no wonder that the rest of Kama Taj are not very optimistic about you."

Hearing the heart-wrenching words of his contractor, Strange lowered his head, a little frustrated.

He shrugged and said, "I never thought of becoming a Supreme Mage, but...with the mentality of giving it a try."

"Also, I heard Old Wang say that the Supreme Mage can make a request to Emperor Weishan."

"I want to heal my hands..."

Luke raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

No matter what universe, Strange's hands have never really been cured.

"Next time you enter someone else's bedroom, remember to knock on the door."

Strange, who was in a low mood, got out of bed and made a random move, and the red cloak hanging on the hanger flew over automatically.

This is the only magic weapon he has, a flexible cloak that seems to have his own consciousness.

Compared with Mordo's Crusher Scepter, Skull Opener Battle Axe, Cleaver Greatsword... and so on, it's far worse.

"Yesterday, the Supreme Master left you, is there any secret to tell?"

Strange took a shower and asked curiously.

He felt that Luke's identity became more and more mysterious, not like an ordinary high-level mage.

"Just a normal chat."

Luke kept it a secret and didn't let Strange know he was the chosen one.

What if this guy swells up and causes the Supreme Mage to overturn in the battle for hegemony.

Doctor Strange has always had this kind of criminal record, sometimes reliable, sometimes off the hook.

Especially after joining the Illuminati, together with Iron Man, became the Earth Mass Destruction Engine.

Caused all kinds of big events!

"Oh, aren't you a well-known archmage in history?"

Strange didn't believe it, but guessed instead.

Originally, he was only looking for the whereabouts of Kama Taj in order to heal his hands and restore his normal life.

But after seeing the wonder of the magic palace and the vastness of the dimensional world.

Instead of thinking about returning to the mundane world, he gradually became addicted to various techniques and new knowledge.

In this, Strange is not the same as himself in the movie universe.

He is more proactive and more willing to take responsibility.

"I have promised Master Gu Yi to help you win this much-anticipated and popular battle."

Luke looked serious and said lightly: "So, Mage Strange, you have to cheer up and prepare for the next training."

"train?"

A look of surprise appeared on Strange's face. He was considered diligent among Kama Taj's ascetic masters.

In addition to the fixed three to four hours of meditation every day, I also go to the library to study all kinds of white magic, as well as practice fighting and physical skills.

In the craziest stage, Strange didn't even have time to sleep.

After the body fell asleep, the soul went out of the body and continued to read books - this is actually a test of spiritual power, and it also proves that he does have an extraordinary talent.

Compared to Mordo and Casillas, Strange just lacks enough time.

If this supreme mage battle did not come so early, maybe he would have more confidence and a more calm attitude towards it.

"Are you going to teach me more powerful spells, or is there a quick way?"

Strange's eyes lit up when he heard that Luke was going to give him special training.

In his opinion, any high-level mage will have a unique secret technique to press the bottom of the box.

For example, Mordo.

As the eldest disciple of Gu Yi, he is not only proficient in the white magic of the Book of Weishandi, but also good at summoning and cursing black magic.

In terms of combat power, few of Kama Taj are his opponents.

"I think Gu Yi said that when you stepped into Kama Taj."

Luke shook his head. Strange was not himself. He had a ready-made template of Magic Superman. The possibility of wanting to get started in three days and fast in five days was too low.

"When you're facing an opponent and you want to punch him, the harder you punch, the more you hurt yourself."

"Like an ordinary punch, it will bring physical pain to the force, so what is the price of releasing a magic?"

"You should be familiar with these words, right?"

Strange nodded, while he was learning his first attack spell, Cytorak's Crimson Chains.

Gu Yi specifically did not remind that there is a price to cast spells.

So, Strange recklessly practiced and used it repeatedly.

A week later, he began to vomit frantically, vomiting out the food he had eaten, the residue of digestion, and even gastric juices.

For two full days, Strange couldn't eat normally, and could only lie down beside the toilet to easily solve the urge to vomit anytime, anywhere.

That's the heavy price of overcasting!

An unforgettable lesson!

"So, there is no quick way to become a mage."

Luke said calmly.

"Unless you want to sell your soul to Mephisto, to Dormammu, you can only be honest, take one step at a time, and take your time."

Strange pouted, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

As a top student who graduated from medical school and a representative of the elite class, he is actually more accustomed to taking shortcuts.

"Then how long did it take you to become a high-level mage?"

Strange asked casually.

"Five days."

Luke answered.

"..."

Is there no shortcut?

Can't make it fast?

Strange's eyes widened, with a shocked expression of "you're kidding me".

"Cough, I'm... special."

Luke seemed a little embarrassed, there was no way, who called him so good.

"However, I have other methods for you to win the battle for supremacy."

To divert the conversation, Luke throws an attractive chip.

...

...

after an hour.

dong dong! dong dong dong!

Heavy footsteps sounded in the square.

The ground shook, and the stone bricks cracked, as if a giant elephant had stepped on it.

"Are you sure this will allow me to get the ticket to enter the arena and become a candidate for the supreme mage battle?"

Strange said in a loud voice.

His whole body was wrapped in heavy armor, from head to toe, not a trace of it was exposed.

Both hands carried a huge square shield as thick as a wall, enough to block the whole person.

"Of course. This can effectively improve your survival rate, so that you won't be eliminated by your opponent in the first place."

Luke nodded and said seriously.

As a qualified mage, of course, it is necessary to fully increase life, stamina and defense.

As for spells, at most one Holy Light Illumination will do.

"But when I put on this sturdy heavy armor, it is very difficult to even move, and I can't cast spells quickly and join the battle!"

Strange panted and said with difficulty.

He has not yet reached the level of a Berserker, he is not tall, and his physique is not burly.

All in all, the physique is slightly insufficient.

It is not easy to be able to hold up this heavy armor.

"Battle? You are a rookie who is not a high-level mage, and you still want to join the group?"

Luke asked rhetorically, pretending to be surprised.

"Mage Strange, it seems that your understanding of yourself is still lacking."

"Remember! The only thing you have to do is to make sure you survive and don't get kicked out."

"Because, if the candidate fails, the contractor loses the qualification to continue fighting."

Luke put Strange in heavy armor and carried a shield in his hands, not for teasing or joking.

In his opinion, the other party only needs to hide behind him silently and wait for the result of lying and winning.

As for other aspects?

Superman is enough to solve all problems, smash all obstacles, and defeat all enemies.

Facing the candidates who may appear in the hegemony battle, the strength of those legendary mages, hell creatures, and Strange is too disparate.

Adding attribute points to life, stamina and defense, to ensure that he can survive, is what he has to do.

Otherwise, no matter how strong Superman is.

As long as Strange is eliminated, he is also disqualified from continuing to fight.

"Starting today, you will do 100 push-ups, 100 squats, 100 sit-ups every day, and run another ten kilometers by the way."

Luke said seriously.

"And while wearing this heavy armor! Keep training like this!"