Chapter 298 Ancient One appears, Doctor Strange is dead in his heart!
"Then you can try the consequences of doing this."

Peter said, taking a step forward.

"Feel sorry."

Russell saw that there was a possibility of a conflict between the two and immediately stepped forward to stop them.

He knows how difficult Spider-Man is to deal with.

"We have no intention of starting a war, Spider-Man."

He glanced at Elsa, signaling her not to act rashly.

"Then leave here, otherwise our conversation won't be so easy next time we meet."

After warning the two, "Peter" looked at the indignant Elsa and turned away.

After "Peter"'s back disappeared into the night, Elsa folded her arms across her chest.

"I didn't expect you to be so scared of this guy."

Facing the other party's sneer, Russell shook his head, "Fear? You don't know how powerful he is."

"Oh?"

Elsa became more and more curious. "Don't tell me that he scares a werewolf like you who has lost his mind."

"in a sense."

Russell glanced at the body of the Night Monster lying on the ground, "He is the most powerful dark monster I have ever seen."

Although he was not present at the previous Battle of New York, where Spider-Man fought against the Inheritors, he roughly knew what happened.

Being able to single-handedly defeat Thorus among a group of Spider-Men probably makes him the strongest Spider-Man in the multiverse.

"Dark monster?"

Elsa paused, "Why do you call him a monster?"

"Because he has long since departed from the realm of humanity, and he is indeed surrounded by a group of monsters, terrifying and bloodthirsty monsters, monsters that live for killing."

After hearing what Russell said, Elsa became more curious about Spider-Man.

"I'm already looking forward to this monster you're talking about."

at the same time.

Strange, who was at home, suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

He turned over and got out of bed, rubbing his forehead hard.

What did you just dream about?
Why is it so blurry now that I recall it?
Rubbing his messy hair, he picked up the watch on the table.

It generally takes people 7 minutes to fall asleep, but according to Hand's "Human Physiology", it takes people 15 to 20 minutes to wake up.

“Sleep is a pond.”

He whispered to himself that it would be harder to climb out than to jump in.

If a sleeping person wants to wake up, he or she must go through a deep sleep period, a light sleep period, and finally transition to a waking sleep period.

At this time, the sleeper can hear voices and even answer questions unconsciously, but they cannot remember them afterwards...all they can remember are fragments of dreams.

He seemed to hear the sound of cars hitting each other and the sound of bones colliding, but gradually the sound became less sharp, like the sound of metal.

Then there was a "bang", followed by a scream, and then another metallic sound... like something was rolling.

Strange's mind cleared.

He heard someone shouting, "Get her! Stephen, go get her!"

"No"

Having a bad feeling in his heart, he immediately grabbed his cell phone.

Christine, please don't be in any trouble.

With shaking hands he dialed the number for the Presbyterian Hospital.

But just as he dialed the number, the cell phone rang.

Strange's hands shook even more.

"Dr. Strange, this is Ellie from the intensive care unit. Sorry."

The other person's voice was heavy, "Christine didn't make it."

"Boom!"

The phone in his hand fell to the ground.

The next day.

It was drizzling.

"Let us pray for her, because both men and women are like flowers in the valley, blooming today and withering tomorrow. Human life is like a season, coming and going. Let us pray."

The pastor in the church was reading the eulogy.

Gwen was dressed in black for the occasion, and Peter stood beside her.

After Peter heard from Dr. Ryan about Christine's funeral, he brought Gwen to attend.

He really didn't expect that Christine, Doctor Strange's girlfriend, would die so easily.

Has the fate of Doctor Strange changed in this world?

With a slightly frowned brow, he looked at the distraught Strange.

It seems that he lost not only his hands in this world, but also his heart.

Gwen didn't know what Peter was thinking at the moment. She suddenly lowered her head, and her movement was so quick that Peter, who was sitting next to her, didn't notice it.

Gwen rarely went to church, although this wasn't her first funeral.

The funeral in the church gave her a feeling of awe and breathlessness, and she felt a little quiet and uneasy.

"Is Doctor Strange okay?"

After listening to the pastor's eulogy, Gwen whispered to Peter.

Last time, because of the symbiote suit incident, she rested in the hospital for a few days. She met Christine several times and had a good impression of each other.

As for Strange, she was also very familiar with him. Last time when his brother was in a car accident, it was she and Peter who helped send him to the hospital.

Now Dr. Christine has also died in a car accident.

She felt bad for Strange, who seemed to be cursed by fate.

"Hope he's okay."

Peter said, shaking his head.

Then everyone came to the cemetery, and everyone looked solemn.

Strange, dressed in black, bent down and threw the rose in his hand away.

Gwen lined up, walked to the coffin, and gently placed the white roses in the soil.

She walked to Peter and said with a sad mood: "Every time I come to the church, I always think of bad things, Peter. We are always so close to death, Captain Universe, and those Spider-Men who died last time."

Peter said calmly: "But death is also a painful end."

"For some people it may be, but for some people their lives shouldn't end so early."

Gwen looked at Strange, "I hope that Doctor Strange can get out of this predicament as soon as possible."

Peter was silent for a moment, then said, "It won't take too long. Psychologists say that people who have just lost a loved one will begin to grieve within three days of the death, and the grief will last for four to six weeks. This is the case for most people."

He narrated calmly: "But as time goes by, people's feelings will turn into another emotion, as colorful as a rainbow. The intense grief will gradually weaken and turn into a gentle heartache; the gentle heartache will evolve into mourning, and mourning will eventually turn into memories..."

Gwen was slightly stunned when she heard what Peter said.

"This process may take anywhere from six months to three years, but it is considered normal."

He patted Gwen's shoulder gently, "Doctor Strange is more rational, he should take less time."

Gwen was originally immersed in Peter's seemingly philosophical words, but she immediately felt unwell after hearing this.

I hope Dr. Strange can recover as soon as possible.

Peter directly said it would take six months to three years.

It sounds like the other party is in a worse situation.

After speaking to Gwen, Peter found Strange.

"My condolences, Doctor Strange."

"Thanks, Peter."

Strange reluctantly said to Peter: "I'm fine."

He took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry for being rude to you last time. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I wanted to grasp any life-saving straw, and it made me lose myself."

He fell into deep guilt and pain.

If I had been in the car and hadn't said those harsh words to Christine, perhaps she wouldn't have died.

If I could stay calm and rational, none of this would have happened.

This is the case with my brother and Christine as well.

He was hurt by his own irrational self, and then died in a car accident.

Last time he lost his younger brother, this time he lost the woman he loved.

如果
His eyes looked at his hands that were no longer able to hold a scalpel.

If I could go back in time, I could change all these tragedies.

Peter looked at Strange, who was trapped in self-blame and pain, and said something that shocked him.

"Perhaps there is a place that can solve your current dilemma, Doctor Strange."

"?"

Strange looked at Peter in amazement.

He began to doubt whether his apology was too early.

Does Peter really know his fate? Handing a note to the other party, Peter said to him: "If science can't solve your current problem, maybe we can try other directions."

"Another direction?"

Strange took the note in astonishment, not knowing what Peter meant.

“Kathmandu?”

Looking at the location on the note, he frowned slightly.

This seems to be the border between China and Nepal?

"I hope this will be helpful to you."

After Peter handed him the note, he turned and left.

Now that Christine is dead, it means that the fate of Doctor Strange in this world has changed.

He doesn't mind giving it a push, either.

Holding the note, Strange looked at Peter's back and took a deep breath.

The day after Christine's funeral, Strange left for Kathmandu.

Kathmandu is the capital and largest city of Nepal.

After getting off the plane and entering the city, he felt an exotic atmosphere that he had never experienced before.

Numerous temples are interspersed among the simple slums, but there is also a lack of luxury hotels, restaurants and high-end shops.

He felt like these were two completely different cities.

One is a religious holy place full of red-walled temples, and the other is a chaotic city filled with monkeys, beggars and car exhaust.

He soon got lost in Kathmandu's winding, narrow and often unsigned streets.

"Hey man, do you know how to get to Kamar-Taj?"

Strange asked the street vendor selling accessories.

The note Peter gave him contained only the two words "Kathmandu, Kamar-Taj".

Not knowing the location of Kamar-Taj, he could only ask the locals.

As a result, the vendor picked up a bunch of local ornaments and started talking and gesticulating.

Strange, who didn't understand what the other person said, thought the other person wanted him to buy something.

So he looked at the little money in his wallet, then reluctantly took out a bill and handed it to the other party.

After the other party skillfully took the money, he replied in fluent English, "I don't know."

Strange: “?!”

So you can speak English?

It turns out that we must be vigilant everywhere.

After realizing that he had been fooled, Strange could only swallow his "lost tooth".

After wandering aimlessly on the street for a long time, Strange was finally noticed by someone.

Unfortunately, the people who noticed him were not from Kamar-Taj, but local thieves.

Just as Strange was taking out money to buy some food, a figure came over and stole his wallet in an instant.

"Hey!"

Seeing his wallet being snatched, Strange immediately chased after him.

But the other party ran very fast and was very familiar with the local terrain. Soon he was led into a winding alley and disappeared.

Panting, he looked around.

The strange architecture soon made his head dizzy.

The figure that seemed to be the thief reappeared behind him.

Covering his head, he immediately threw his fist without thinking.

As a result, his fist was blocked.

An Asian man stood in front of him.

"Be careful, your fists are weak, be careful not to hurt yourself."

Strange looked at the sturdy man in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Master Ancient One, and I am the person you are looking for."

In the quiet and mysterious room in front of him, the woman in yellow monk robes spoke to him.

Strange was still a little dizzy at this time.

He didn't know why he followed the Asian man named "Wang" here.

"Can you help my hand recover?"

He swallowed and asked the bald woman who gave him a strong sense of oppression, "Can you help me get Christine back?"

With his hands behind his back, the Ancient One said to him, "We cannot change the established facts, Strange."

"You know my name?"

Strange looked at her in shock.

"Of course, I have been waiting for you for several years."

"You... you waited for me. Do you mean you knew I would come here? You led me here?"

"It's not me who guides you, Strange, but you who follow your heart."

Strange looked at this "female monk" who seemed to be mysterious.

He took a look at the surroundings and said to Ancient One: "Hmm, that Buddhist spiritual meditation, right? Unfortunately, I don't believe in it. I believe in rationality over science. I believe in my thoughts more than my soul."

Ancient One shook his head. "Any thought is limited. It is directed at limited things and is valid within a limited scope. The soul points to infinite existence. It is an infinite pursuit and ultimately returns to infinite mystery. There is also infinite mutual interference and infinite possibilities of composition."

As she spoke, she walked forward.

“Thoughts are just tools, they make us know and know what we don’t know, while the soul is the destination, it requires love and trust in love.”

"Dr. Strange, your thoughts have given you confidence and arrogance, but you have never touched your soul."

Strange took a deep breath, "I obey my soul, so can I change all this? Listen, I just want to heal my hands, and I don't care about anything else. Please tell me if I can do it?"

"Of course you can't."

Ancient One turned around and said, "Doctor Strange, you always stand out, not because you desire success, but because you are afraid of failure. Therefore, you cannot achieve great things, nor can you change your destiny."

Strange stared at her and said, "Let me tell you, I have failed more than once, but I have always been pursuing success. Do you know what I am thinking now? I will always find a way to restore my hand and bring Christine back. I am willing to pay any price for this."

"And you"

His tone was filled with anger. "You are someone who always talks about putting others down. I don't care what you think, because you are just a speck of dust that no one cares about. You are insignificant and floating in the world. No one cares about you."

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Master Ancient One said behind him: "You want to go back to the time before when you had the delusion that you could control everything, even death. However, no one can control death, not even the gods."

"Then I'll prove it to you!"

"Your swollen heart can't do that, Stephen."

Master Ancient One smiled slightly and spoke as she gently clapped her hands.

Strange, who was photographed by her, felt as if struck by lightning, and his soul instantly felt like it was leaving his body.

A colorful passage opened up before his eyes, and everything in front of him stopped.

A feeling of soul-lightness arose within him.

Then he instantly came to a familiar place.

It was the day before Christine got into a car accident.

"Hey, Kristen."

In the hospital corridor, Strange excitedly reached out his hand and touched the other person's face.

"I'm so sorry, that's not who I am, I shouldn't say things like that."

Just as he was apologizing to Christine, the other person's face suddenly changed in a shocking way.

The dark void swallowed up Christine.

First the face, then the body and limbs.

Christine was instantly consumed by his shock and disbelief.

The entire world was quickly dissolved and disappeared, and the world seemed to be collapsing.

The sound of metal and buildings melting and collapsing was heard, and a piercing roar spread outward.

"No! No! No! Christine!"

As he roared unwillingly, the scene before him changed rapidly.

And he seemed to have entered the deep of hell, with horrific scenes following one after another.

Many times, evil things appeared before him one after another, until finally everything seemed to be plunged into terrifying darkness.

"boom!"

The last sound tore through the darkness, and the last existence, Peter Parker, who he did not expect, appeared in front of him.

Everything in front of me suddenly changed, and my soul suddenly returned to my body.

"what did you do to me?!"

After returning to normal, he yelled at Ancient One.

He was very angry at Ancient One for creating these illusions.

"I didn't do anything to you, Stephen."

Gu Yi said something that made him stunned, "It's you. These things you see are all your dreams, dreams that you can't recall or don't want to recall. I just let you see what you don't want to see."

(End of this chapter)