American Comics: Borrowed Magic By Skill, Why Should I Return It?

"Boss, let's talk properly. We're getting old, let's not get angry."

"And I'm really busy over here."

Chu Xiu arrived at Kamar-Taj, nervously looking at the Ancient One.

The Ancient One smiled and remained silent.

After a while, she slowly spoke:

"Are you busy climbing ranks or deceiving Mephisto?"

The Ancient One had a kind smile on her face.

Chu Xiu's eyes lit up, instantly capturing the key point of these words.

"Boss, you also... climb ranks?"

The Ancient One took a deep breath.

She suspected if this kid had a special ability called '100% infuriating people'?

Every time she interacted with Chu Xiu,

The Ancient One felt her limited lifespan rapidly decreasing.

But despite that,

The Ancient One still answered Chu Xiu's question.

"The game you're playing... I also created an account."

"Stop!"

"I know what you want to say!"

"I don't need you to bring me! I don't have time to play with you!"

The Ancient One directly blocked Chu Xiu's words.

She created an account out of curiosity, wanting to see what exactly was so attractive that it kept her away from her duties in the holy place of Asgardian.

"Now let's talk about business."

"I won't stop you from dealing with Mephisto, do whatever you want."

"I know you're already the Demiurge."

"But..."

"An enraged true Demiurge is still not something you can handle."

"In necessary situations, you can come find me."

The Ancient One's tone was calm.

Once again, she emphasized her willingness to support Chu Xiu.

"Thank..."

"Don't thank me yet!"

Chu Xiu's words of gratitude hadn't even been spoken yet.

The Ancient One waved her hand.

"We're done talking about your matters, now let's talk about mine."

Smack!

The Eye of Agamotto was slapped onto the table.

The commotion was so great.

This time, Chu Xiu's eyelids twitched in fear.

What the hell!

What's wrong with her?

Didn't I return everything to her?

She wouldn't be trying to frame me, saying that I tampered with the Eye of Agamotto, right?

Huh?

Tampered with?

Why didn't I think of that before?

While Chu Xiu was brainstorming,

The Ancient One spoke.

"Do you know how much damage you've caused to the timeline?"

"Before, I could still barely sort out the timeline and see a bit of the future."

"Now..."

"The timeline is completely messed up!"

"Almost nothing I saw in the future will happen anymore!"

The Ancient One's face was filled with displeasure.

What's the difference between the Time Gem that can't predict the future and a decoration?

"Boss, it's not entirely my fault."

"And besides, a changed future might not necessarily be a bad thing."

Chu Xiu spread his hands, indicating that he wouldn't take the blame for this.

"Other changes might not be bad, but there's one..."

"You must help me restore it!"

The Ancient One's expression turned serious.

"Stephen Strange!"

"The person who will succeed me in the future!"

"In the original timeline, he would have a car accident soon, leaving his hands disabled. In order to restore his hands, he would eventually embark on the path of magic."

In the Ancient One's words, Stephen Strange's life was narrated in detail.

As if it had been arranged.

"But now, because of you, many things in the future won't happen anymore!"

"Just like Ultron, appearing early and being destroyed early."

"The Sokovia crisis no longer exists."

"More importantly..."

"That car accident, which had a profound impact on Stephen Strange's life, won't happen anymore!"

"I've examined countless possibilities of the future."

"In a scenario where no one interferes, Stephen Strange will never embark on the path of magic again."

Speaking of this.

The Ancient One frowned slightly.

In the original timeline, Stephen Strange was her successor.

But now.

With Chu Xiu, this...this...

The Ancient One thought for a long time, not knowing what to make of Chu Xiu.

Successor?

This guy is too lazy.

He doesn't even want to be a holy place Asgardian, and I expect him to protect the multiverse?

"Sigh."

Thinking of this.

The Ancient One couldn't help but sigh again.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I can't just cause a car accident and kill Strange, can I?"

Chu Xiu asked curiously.

Then the Ancient One fell silent.

"That's right."

"Whether you artificially cause a car accident or use some other means."

"As long as you can get Strange back on track."

Chu Xiu widened his eyes.

He found it hard to believe that these words were coming from the mouth of the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.

It's like hiring a hitman from the underworld!

Who?

Help me create an accident and kill someone, someone, someone!

"That doesn't seem appropriate, does it?"

"I feel a little guilty."

Chu Xiu felt that this matter was troublesome and wanted to decline.

"You choose."

"Either get Strange back on track and take my place."

"Or you take my place and become the Sorcerer Supreme, protecting the Earth from invasion by multidimensional beings."

After finishing, the Ancient One added, "Once you become the Sorcerer Supreme, you can't be lazy anymore."

"Then I'll go find a car."

Chu Xiu said without hesitation.

Leaving Kamar-Taj.

Chu Xiu returned to the holy place in New York with a pensive expression.

"Does the Ancient One have something to tell you?"

Wanda looked at Chu Xiu's pensive expression, worried.

"Yeah, she wants me to help her fix the timeline."

"Fix it in a physical sense."

Chu Xiu frowned.

It's not difficult to find a car and kill Strange.

The problem is not to kill him, but to leave him half-dead, preferably with his hands crippled, just like in the movie.

"It's really testing my driving skills."

Since learning teleportation magic.

Chu Xiu rarely even walks, let alone drives.

Going anywhere is just a matter of an instant.

"I need to practice my driving skills."

Just as Chu Xiu was thinking about whether to buy a car or not.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the core of the holy place.

At the same time.

Texas.

Near the town of Woodland where Johnny had been living incognito.

On a deserted desert, a deep abyss-like spatial rift appeared, with a crimson glow inside.

Like a gateway to a world of fire.

"It seems what you said was right."

"I did sense the traces left by Blackheart."

An old man in a suit, leaning on a cane.

Slowly walked out of the rift.

His eagle-like eyes scanned the surroundings with a sinister gaze.

And soon, he found the location where Blackheart had first arrived on Earth.

"Woo...woo..."

A whimpering sound came from behind the old man.

It was Robbie, who had no mouth.

Johnny had disappeared without a trace, leaving only him, following Mephisto back to Earth.

"Woo...woo..."

Robbie desperately tried to feel with his tongue.

But he couldn't find his mouth.

And he couldn't speak.

"Hehe..."

Mephisto turned around.

His cunning gaze swept over Robbie's terrified face.

"Little guy, don't you know...that demons are the best at deception?"