Chapter 287 - 284 Strange: My Stand-In Emissary Is Superman.
When Luke said he was a high-ranking master, Strange almost laughed.
It's not that he looked down on the other person. It was just that masters had unique skills in judging their strength.
Magic was a constant transformation of the soul, but if you signed a contract with dimensional demons, your spirit would be infected, emitting various colors of light.
For example, the followers of Chthon, the god of the underworld, were bound to be deep in the darkness.
An emissary of Cyttorak, Lord of Oblivion, who was particularly fond of bright colors, would be brimming with scarlet light.
Most of the followers of Vishanti were pure white and orange.
Strange did not perceive the bright light of the soul, like a lamp, in Luke's body. .
Nothing else could be seen except for a tiny bit of pure white, which was the white magic attached to the [Book of Vishanti].
"High-ranking master … to be honest, you only have the physique to meet the requirements."
Wong glanced at him, not seeing a trace of magic. In his opinion, Luke was ordinary except for his tall figure and strong body that looked like a high-ranking master.
The surge of magic, the light of the soul, these were rather weak.
They had to feel it carefully before they could detect it.
To sum up, Luke was at best a beginner's apprentice, a newcomer with one foot in the hall of magic.
There was no 'high-ranking' at all!
"It seems that you both have doubts about my strength. Then, I'll have to end my low-profile style and have a showdown with you."
Luke cleared his throat. They didn't see any movement, but his eyes suddenly burst with blinding light.
The terrifying aura was like a volcanic eruption.
It was like an invisible hand that clutched the hearts of the people watching, making them suffocate.
Immediately afterward, scarlet, dark, pure white, all colors of light-filled his soul and burst out in a flurry, almost blinding Strange and Wong.
They subconsciously raised their hands to cover the light from his soul that hadn't materialized, and a look of horror passed through their eyes.
He was a high-ranking master who was just one step away from becoming a legend!
"Wha … what's going on? Cyttorak, Chthon, and Vishanti. They all seem to have extended an olive branch to him!"
Strange looked incredulous. Luke was like a shining precious diamond, making the dimensional demons scramble for him.
The brilliant light of his soul had already confirmed this point.
As long as he was willing, he could immediately gain the recognition of Cyttorak, Chthon, or the Vishanti and obtain a huge gift.
This was undoubtedly an enviable and jealous treatment for the Masters of the Mystic Arts of Kamar Taj.
Just like being a fresh graduate, they not only had invitations from the Fortune 500 but also gained favorable treatment, directly promoting them to the department manager.
Most junior masters were still looking forward to successfully passing the interview and becoming an intern.
This was discrimination!
"Wong, even a legendary master, might not get the approval of so many dimensional demons and gods, right?"
Strange said sourly.
Although he also had special treatment, he was led in by Mordo and personally taught by the Sorcerer Supreme himself.
But in front of Luke, who couldn't be comprehended by common sense, he wasn't even on the same level.
Master Wong's throat rolled twice, and he corrected himself, "Be confident, don't use that tone of doubt."
"The legendary masters are just humble ants in the eyes of the dimensional demons and gods, who have seen many legends in their incomprehensible long lives."
Strange was silent. Kaecilius, recognized by Kamar Taj as the most talented person, and Mordo, trusted by the Ancient One, were only high-ranking masters right now, and they weren't among the legends.
And Luke, who had attracted the attention of many-dimensional demons, qualified to become a legend, even surpassing it!
"I clearly used the rituals and incantations from the Key of Solomon, but I summoned a high-ranking master …"
Strange still couldn't understand it, but it didn't prevent him from grabbing on to this chance.
Luke was obviously a more suitable contract holder than the son of hell, who was too conniving and un-submissive!
"Master Strange, what do you think? Am I qualified enough to be your contractor?"
Luke surprised Strange, who hadn't seen much of the world, and Wong, the master, with a little show of skill.
The blinding and incomparable light of his soul had proven the results of his training at Kamar Taj, a three-day crash course and five-day graduation, reaching the high-ranking master level.
"Of course! I don't know your name yet. Excuse me …"
Strange nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid Luke would turn his head and leave.
Although the Ancient One mentioned it somehow, he came to Kamar Taj by fate, and he had a heavier and greater mission to shoulder in the future.
But no matter what happened in the future, the reality before him was cruel.
Strange didn't even get a ticket to the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, while the three legends had recognized Master Mordo through his strength.
The sense of urgency urged him to seek help from Mephisto.
"You can call me [Superman]."
Luke said lightly.
He could probably guess what the Ancient One was thinking.
No matter which universe Stephen Strange would become the Sorcerer Supreme, this established fact was difficult to change.
Just like Steve Rogers, who would always be Captain America, Tony Stark would always say, 'I am Iron Man'.
Following this train of thought, the so-called [Sorcerer Supreme Battle] was equivalent to a large-scale show with a predetermined result.
The Ancient One was sure to secretly open the back door for Strange -- packaged as a 'cheat code' that must be obtained through hard work, diligence, and completing an adventure.
After all, every superhero had to go through spiritual redemption and psychological growth.
"I don't mind making a cameo appearance as a spiritual guide."
Luke, who had seen the subsequent development, thought he could act as the "plug-in" and help Strange take the Sorcerer Supreme's position.
Of course, he wouldn't work for nothing.
As a price, the Ancient One needed to pay him with the universe coordinates to get him to the next station smoothly.
Good plan!
'No matter how you look at it, it's a good deal. '
Luke thought.
He didn't think that the Ancient One would be able to find an Allfather-level fighter for Strange.
Asgard's Odin wouldn't put his pride down for that.
At the very least, he was the master of the Nine Realms, King of the Gods.
"Strange! The Sorcerer Supreme is calling for you."
Just as Luke was thinking about how to discuss this cooperation with the Ancient One, a master trotted in.
When he saw the central hall was crowded with people, he was surprised at first and then waved at Strange.
"By the way, bring the … the contractor beside you. The Sorcerer Supreme wants to meet him too."
The master added.
Strange leaned over and looked at Luke, who smiled as if he wasn't surprised.
He had already guessed that the Ancient One's claim of being seriously injured and dying was definitely a well-written script.
By putting Strange under pressure and responsibility in advance, this destined successor would be accepted in Vishanti's trial.
'What could make people happier than leaving work early? Nothing!'
Luke thought so.
He gave Strange a push and motioned for the other party to hurry.
Then, he turned to Thor and Rocket and said, "Be quiet and don't make any trouble."
"Wong, watch them both. And by the way, prepare some hot pot."
The round Master Wong scratched his head. This contracted person that was summoned by Strange, why did it seem like he knew him?
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