Marvel’s Superman

After Casillas left the Doorless Bar, it didn't take long for the Supreme Mage to choose a successor. The news spread throughout the magic world like wings.

This is equivalent to the CEO of the world's top companies preparing to retire, not planning to find a suitable person from the management, but openly recruiting to the outside world.

For a while, it was a sensation.

Regardless of whether it is true or false for the time being, its allure alone is enough to make people crazy.

Anyone who has a little understanding of the magic world and has heard of the three major sanctuaries and Kama Taj are eager to try, as if they have seen an unprecedented precious opportunity.

Regardless of ability or incompetence.

Anyway, it won't hurt to try it, so most people are looking forward to the start of the Supreme Master's hegemony with the fluke mentality of "what if they are selected".

It's like buying the lottery. No one can be completely sure that they won or didn't win until the lottery is drawn.

For outsiders who don't know the inside story and don't have the power to manipulate.

The end result, like the poor cat in Schrödinger's box, is forever in the unknown.

So, when the news was detonated.

Even those third-rate mages who were at the bottom, only learned some gypsies divination tricks, and depended on pretending to be a fool.

They are also gearing up, and it seems that they can't wait to show their skills, get the approval of Emperor Weishan, become the supreme mage, and reach the pinnacle of life...

Recently, the best-selling public magic books are no longer "Master Study Guide: Three Years of Getting Started, Five Years of Success", "How the Master Made the Master", "Master, the Devil and the Dog". Successfully learn color, or a bestseller of the nature of the story.

Instead, it became, "Summoning Ritual: The Story Mephisto and I Had to Tell", "Witchcraft Can Be Self-Teaching", "Dealing with the Devil, One Hundred Precautions".

These names look very intimidating, and most of the content is not nutritious books.

What they have in common is that they all have a "quick" and "shortcut" gimmick.

It seems that as long as you watch it, three days of high-level, five days of legend, within a week, you can hang the dimension demon.

It's a pity that, as Luke said, there are no quick shortcuts to the path of the mage - the ratio is not on the discussion.

Those guys who always think about ascending to the sky in one step often end up cheapening the professional liars who harvest souls - the devil.

Of course, there are also very few European emperors who have stepped on shit.

For example, Dormammu of the Dark Dimension.

This guy used to be just a nameless wizard who accidentally discovered the dark dimension.

By chance, he became the ruler of it.

After this passage of the past has been passed out, there will be a large group of mages who are keen to go to unfamiliar dimensional worlds for adventure, and at the same time greatly enrich the recipes and appetites of otherworldly dimension creatures.

All in all, the supreme mage battle is about to start.

As soon as this amazing news was released, it firmly attracted a lot of attention and enthusiasm.

Many planets outside the earth have received messages, those who opened the market, those who placed bets, those who were eagerly waiting, and those who analyzed the final winner...

All kinds of good people came out to join in the fun and participated in this event in different ways.

As the center of attention, Kama Taj remained silent as always, neither making a statement nor doing anything.

"Pharaoh, do you have any tips for growing your hair? I feel like my hair is falling out so fast recently."

Strange scratched the back of his head, strands of sparse hair interspersed between his fingers.

As a doctor, he believes that he has a healthy schedule, eats a reasonable diet, and never stays up late.

Sleeping for eight hours a day and exercising actively, there is no genetic history of baldness or baldness in the family.

It's impossible to lose hair!

Is it too stressful recently?

"If I had, what would it be like now?"

Pharaoh felt offended and said sullenly.

His shiny bald head was exceptionally obvious in the sunlight.

"I just think you Orientals may have some unusual but effective little tricks in everything."

Strange smirked.

He was a little worried about himself, the talent was very smart in middle age, or the place surrounded the center - the Mediterranean hairstyle.

Wouldn't that damage the image?

Before coming to Kama Taj that year, Strange was also a low-profile version of Tony Stark, the unruly prodigal son in love.

If you become bald, then you can only become a monk in this life.

"I suggest you ask, that... Superman. He has always been omniscient, and he is a big guy who can talk and laugh with Master Gu Yi."

Pharaoh looked at Strange, who was wearing heavy armor and walking fast, and sighed at the magic of Luke.

After nearly a week of hard training, Strange, who was a little thin, became more burly, and his arms were bulging with strong muscles like hills.

In appearance, it looks like an Asgard berserker.

Just two days ago, in Kama Taj's daily training class, Strange beat an intermediate-level mage with bare hands, his face full of flowers, and he fell to the ground.

And the opponent's several spells did not penetrate the defense of the special heavy armor.

Such achievements undoubtedly gave Strange great confidence, and further prompted him to continue to run wildly on the unknown future of "Melee Mage".

It also shows that the training carried out by Superman is indeed fruitful.

"What? Hair loss?"

A few minutes later, staying in the room, Luke, who played online games with Sol, was a little surprised.

He glanced at Strange in front of him, and thought to himself: Could it be that the other party is really going to become a One Punch Mage?

"Cough, eh, Stephen, have you read The Old Testament?"

Feeling Strange's fiery gaze, Luke cleared his throat and asked.

"Uh, no. I'm not a religious person, and I don't know much about it."

Strange shook his head. He used to believe in Franklin, which is money, but now he believes in the Trinity of Weissandi.

None of them have anything to do with God.

"Well, there's a record in the Old Testament, Eliza—he's a Hebrew prophet."

"One day he was walking down the road and a bunch of naughty kids laughed at his baldness."

"So, Eliza secretly cursed the children in the name of Jehovah, and suddenly two female bears ran out of the woods and killed the children."

"Tell me, Stephen, what did you learn from this story?"

Hearing the question, Strange was puzzled and puzzled at first.

Then, after thinking about it carefully, it seemed like a sudden realization.

"You mean to say that maliciously slandering others is actually a sin and will be punished?"

He replied.

"Wrong. I meant to say that Eliza was ridiculed by children because of her baldness, but the Lord didn't solve his problem, he solved the ridicule."

Luke looked serious and read it seriously.

"This proves that even the All-Knowing and Almighty cannot save baldness."

"..."

Strange was speechless.

"I'm not bald yet."

He muttered.

Luke glanced at the thinning hair and said sympathetically, "Strange, it's a matter of time."

"Then what should I do?"

Strange suddenly panicked.

When a person reaches middle age, aging and hair loss are two inevitable pains.

"Well, if you can't refuse, then try to accept."

Luke shrugged and encouraged: "The bald head is a symbol of the strong. Let me ask you, Strange, does the ancient one have hair?"

The latter shook his head.

"Does the first supreme mage, Agamatra, have hair?"

The latter continued to shake his head.

"That's right. Anyone who wants to become a Supreme Mage must pay a heavy price. Perhaps, hair is one of them."

Strange was dubious when he saw Luke's promise.

On the one hand, reason told him that being a supreme mage might have nothing to do with being bald or not.

But on the other hand, thinking of the previous two generations, and then considering my own hair loss, I feel a little bit of anticipation in my heart.

What if this is some kind of revelation?

Master Gu Yi once said that he was destined.

Could it be that I am suffering the pain of embarking on the path of the Supreme Master?

"Stephen, put your baldness worries aside, it's time for us to go to New York."

Luke patted the other person's shoulder, ignoring the tangled psychology of this guy who abandoned the medical law.

"In two days, the first entry match will start."

"It's time for us to rush to the battlefield and get ready."

Strange was stunned for a moment, then asked, "New York?"

"That's right."

The corner of Luke's mouth raised a slight arc, and he chuckled: "Congratulations, Stephen, you are back to the original starting point."

ps: also~