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Chapter 165 Temporary Supreme Mage

Dark Dimension

Constantine and Mordo watched Doctor Strange die again and again, but he still dared to challenge Dormammu. Mordo gradually calmed down.

"At this time, Stephen Strange was just a mage who had just started learning magic, but he was able to do this and use a rewind spell to force Dormammu. Ask yourself, can you really do what he did?"

Mordo shook his head.

"So do you know why he is the Sorcerer Supreme? Because in order to protect the Earth, he can sacrifice everything, even his own life. And if it were an ordinary person, he would have gone crazy after dying several times. You know, the replay only replays his body, but not everything he experienced. In other words, he has the memory of death. Now you understand."

Mordo closed his eyes, took two deep breaths and nodded. At this time, Dormammu seemed to have noticed the presence of the two people. When he was about to find the two people who were hiding, he found that they had disappeared.

After returning to Kamar-Taj, Mordo said to Constantine: "I need to rest for a while."

"No problem, but I hope you can adjust your mood as soon as possible, because you are indispensable to Kamar-Taj."

Mordo nodded, then left Kamar-Taj and went for a walk somewhere. The teaching could only be left to Wang and Master Hamil.

Because of Mordo's temporary departure, Constantine can only let Wang take over his job temporarily, especially to monitor when Stephen Strange comes here.

Wang took over Mordo's job very reluctantly. It was already annoying enough to teach novice mages, and now he had to monitor the visitors. But Wang had no other choice, since the order was given by the Supreme Mage, so he could only do it.

At the same time, a foreigner came to the village below Kamar-Taj. As soon as he arrived at the village, he began to ask people about the location of Kamar-Taj. However, this was a relatively primitive village and they basically couldn't understand. Some gangsters even set their eyes on Stephen Strange's wallet. In the end, it was Wang who stepped forward to rescue him.

"Are you the one looking for Kamar-Taj?" Wang asked the man in front of him.

"Yes, do you know where it is?"

"Come with me."

The man swallowed, not knowing whether he should follow Wang. After looking at the surrounding environment, he finally decided to follow Wang.

Wang brought the man to a door hidden in the market, pushed it open and walked in. The man followed him. The moment he stepped through the door, the door closed automatically. The man was startled when he heard the sound.

But when he saw the scenery in front of him, he was stunned, because he didn't know when he had arrived halfway up the Himalayas.

"This, this, this..."

"Don't be surprised. You came to find Kamar-Taj. Don't you know what Kamar-Taj is?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know where Kamar-Taj is. I just heard that my hand might be cured here." The man said, raising his hands which were shaking uncontrollably.

Wang glanced and continued walking forward, leading him to a hall, where he saw a handsome man making tea.

"The Supreme Sorcerer wants to see you, please go in." Wang Chao gestured towards the hall. Seeing that there was only one person in the hall, the man encouraged himself and walked towards the handsome man.

"Hello, Supreme Sorcerer, I heard that you can heal my hand, right?"

Constantine looked up and handed him the tea without saying anything.

"Thank you. I heard you cured a man named Pangborn who was paralyzed."

"I guess so." Constantine finally spoke.

"Did you cure him? Not only can he walk now, he can also play basketball."

"Yes."

"How did you heal a complete spinal injury at C7-C8?" Strange asked.

Constantine smiled as if thinking of something, and continued to pour tea for him. Then he poured out the tea leaves in the teapot, put some new tea leaves in again, and said, "It's not that I cured him. He can't walk. I just made him believe that he can walk."

"You don't mean physical and mental treatment." Strange frowned slightly.

"After you reconnect the severed nerve, is it you or the body that allows it to heal?"

"cell"

"And the cells are programmed to heal in a specific way."

"Yes."

Constantine put the teapot on the table and motioned Strange to sit down. Strange sat down obediently. Then Constantine continued: "What if I tell you that you can convince the body that it can be healed in a variety of ways?"

Strange suddenly became shocked and asked, "Are you talking about cell regeneration? This technology is very advanced, so that's why you work here? Without the supervision of the Medical Supervisory Commission, how experimental is your treatment method?"

"It's very powerful, so powerful that you can't believe it."

"So you have a way to make nerve cells reorganize and heal themselves?"

"No, Mr. Strange, I know how to adjust my mental powers so that the body can heal better."

Hearing Constantine say this, Strange suddenly felt like the world was collapsing, because he had spent all his savings just to come here, hoping that his hand could be healed here, but now he finds that it is not science but theology that can heal him. But there is no way, even if the method to heal himself is not science, it doesn't matter, as long as he can heal himself.

"Okay, well, where should we start?"

Seeing this, Constantine picked up an open book from the table beside him. Seeing the so-called meditation in the book, Strange didn't know what to say.

"Don't like this? What about this?"

Constantine turned the page again and looked at the picture on it. Strange said helplessly: "Acupuncture, yes, I tried it, but it didn't work."

"What about this?"

Looking at the familiar picture above, Strange said irritably, "Are you showing me the MRI image?"

“The people who draw these pictures are only seeing the details and not the whole picture.”

"I spent all my savings just to buy a one-way ticket and you're telling me about faith healing!"

"You are just a person who sees the world through a keyhole. You have been trying to expand that keyhole all your life, wanting to see more, wanting to know more. Now you hear that this keyhole can be expanded even larger, in a way you can't imagine. Are you resisting this possibility?"

"No, I refuse because I don't believe in this fantasy! What chakra, energy, the power of faith! There is no such thing as spiritual power! We are all made of matter, nothing else! Even you are just a tiny, fleeting speck of dust!"

Strange's tone became increasingly severe, and he poked Constantine's chest with his finger and said angrily.

"You are too self-deprecating."

"You think you can see through me? You can't! But I see through you, you all, and the entire so-called Kamar-Taj!" Having said that, Strange angrily poked his finger into his chest again.

But the next second Constantine grabbed his hand and slapped out his soul. Before Strange could react, his soul returned to his body again.

Strange was shocked, his chest heaving. The scene just now really shattered his worldview.