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

Night.

The wealthy area of New York.

A dinner just hosted by the Neurological Medical Association has just ended.

In this just-ended banquet, the top surgeon, Stephen Strange, was undoubtedly the center of attention.

"Dr. Strange's speech was a great success, his contributions to neurosurgery can be considered..."

"Haha, Christine, did you hear what they said about me?"

The dinner is over.

Stephen Strange is driving a Lamborghini supercar.

His companion, Christine Palmer, is sitting in the passenger seat.

"By the way, did you see Nick's expression? Oh, that guy must be jealous of me."

Along the way.

Strange is boasting about himself.

But he does have the qualifications to be proud. At a young age, he has become an expert in neurosurgery.

His medical skills are superb.

He has a natural talent for wielding a surgical knife.

Any difficult "973" surgery is a piece of cake for Strange.

It can be said that at this moment, Strange has reached the pinnacle that most people can only dream of in their lifetime.

And he also has a beautiful woman by his side.

However...

The beautiful woman has already rolled her eyes to the sky.

"Come on, Stephen, you've been bragging for half an hour."

"My ears are getting calloused from listening."

Christine rolls her eyes and looks out the window discontentedly.

The Lamborghini is speeding.

The scenery outside the window.

Changes almost every second.

"Can you slow down?"

Christine suddenly feels a sense of panic.

Through the car window, she sees a junction ahead, with a dump truck filled with soil parked there.

The front of the truck is facing them, with glaring headlights, making her feel uneasy.

Hiss!

"Are you okay?"

Strange steps on the brakes.

He asks with concern.

"Pull over for a moment, I want to breathe some fresh air."

Kristen's face turned pale, shook her head, and signaled Strangel to stop the car.

Helpless.

Strangel had no choice but to turn the steering wheel.

The Lamborghini began to slow down and stopped by the roadside.

Kristen got out of the car, and Strangel followed, walking towards the open space on the side of the road.

"The stars tonight are beautiful."

Kristen looked up at the sky.

"They are beautiful."

Strangel nodded, then said affectionately,

"Do you know, Kristen, sometimes I always feel like there is another possibility for my life.

"A life that is more exciting than what I have now."

"I used to always look forward to it..."

"But not anymore."

"Because of you, I have already lived the most exciting life."

"???"

In the distance.

Chu Xiu had a question mark above his head.

In the middle of the night, why did these two lovebirds suddenly stop by the roadside and start showing affection?

Damn it.

Can't stand it anymore!

Chu Xiu stepped on the accelerator and started the vehicle.

The dump truck emitted black smoke and rushed towards Strangel and Kristen, who were scattering dog food on the grass.

"Run!"

"Stephen!"

"I knew something was wrong with this car!"

Who knew that as soon as Chu Xiu started the car...

In one second, Kristen was still looking at the stars, one, two, three, forming a line.

In the next second, Chu Xiu suddenly pulled Strangel, dived into the Lamborghini, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.

The V10 engine of the Lamborghini roared.

Soon, they disappeared.

"???"

Inside the dump truck.

Chu Xiu had a puzzled expression on his face.

However, in the next second, he smiled and shook his head, saying that this was just a test after all.

After all, he had already released the words "use the dump truck to kill Strange".

In any case, the dump truck had to show up.

"This guy's life is too blissful."

"He directly lost the prerequisite for being a superhero."

As everyone knows, the prerequisite for being a superhero is either having both parents dead or being separated from one's spouse and children.

Anyway, one is more miserable than the other.

"Do I have to kill Christine?"

This thought just occurred to Chu Xiu.

In his mind, the image of the Black Strange who destroyed a universe in "What If" immediately appeared.

"Forget it, if I bring out Black Strange, the Ancient One probably won't be pleased."

Chu Xiu shook his head.

He gave up the idea of using Christine as a breakthrough.

And Chu Xiu wasn't stupid. Who would create their own death for no reason?

"Let's do it like in the movie, let's destroy his hands first."

Chu Xiu finished speaking.

The red light of the Reality Gem flashed.

The dump truck disappeared into thin air.

Instead, it turned into a Lamborghini sports car that looked exactly like Strange's.

Vroom!

Chu Xiu stepped on the accelerator all the way.

The Lamborghini roared and rushed out.

Then it slid sideways and quickly crashed into the roadside guardrail.

"No..."

"Is a high-powered car that difficult?"

Chu Xiu got out of the car.

He honestly released a teleportation spell.

On the other side.

Strange, who had escaped thanks to Christine, finally slowed down after driving wildly all the way.

"We should be safe now."

A belated Strange wiped off some sweat.

"Stephen, have you offended anyone recently?"

Christine asked nervously.

That dump truck clearly came for Strange.

"I, I don't know, probably not?"

Strange was uncertain.

For someone like him, even if he didn't offend anyone, it was common to be resented by others.

"Alright, let's not think about it too much for now."

"I'll take you home first."

Relieved, Strange started driving and took Christine back to her house.

The journey was smooth and uneventful.

Finally, Strange could relax.

After dropping off Christine, he drove back to his mansion.

"Who could it be?"

"Nick?"

"Probably not, although he's jealous of me, he wouldn't have the guts to hire assassins."

Strange parked the car and contemplated while entering the elevator to go upstairs.

The moment he opened the door and turned on the lights.

The scene in front of him instantly stunned Strange.

"Who are you!?"

In shock, Strange discovered that there were several strangers in his house.

They were wearing monk-like robes in a muddy yellow color.

Their eye sockets were painted with eerie black eyeshadow.

Seeing Strange return, they all stood up and looked at him.

"Don't come any closer!"

Strange's heart skipped a beat.

Just as he was about to turn around and run away.

He turned his head and found that the door he had just entered through had disappeared into thin air!

Only a bare wall remained!

"Hello, Stephen, you may not know me yet,

"But you will soon."

Among this group of people, the leader slowly stood up.

And walked towards Strange.

The others, as if teleporting, instantly appeared by Strange's side.

They grabbed him, pinned him to the ground, and forcefully spread his hands, all facing upwards.

"Remember my name, I am... Kaecilius!"

The leader squatted down.

In Strange's terrified gaze, he slowly took out a hammer...