American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Alpheus, the world-forger killed by Barbatos, whose duty was to create the universe with the World Furnace. The moment he had to appear when Luke moved the World Furnace away already indicated there was something wrong with his death.

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The other party wanted to stop him, but failed. They couldn't expel Luke and his group, nor could they stop Luke from taking the World Furnace. In the end, they had no choice but to follow Luke to this universe.

After all, for a world-forger, if the task was completed in a mess and the World Furnace was gone, then his existence would be meaningless.

Luke saw familiar faces like Eitri, but he had no intention of communicating with them at this moment. Besides, those dwarves would be busy for a while. At least as helpers, they would thoroughly inspect and maintain the teleportation hall.

Teleporting such a large object like the World Furnace consumed an uncountable amount of energy, and that vast amount of energy was output in a short period. Even the dimensional Rainbow Bridge of the teleportation hall was strained under full power. It was like compressing an entire universe together and transmitting it in a short time.

During this process, it was also necessary to maintain the spatial stability of the teleportation hall to prevent the overflowing energy from affecting the Silent City, which required extensive preparation and response. The assembled dwarven master craftsmen had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

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Doctor Strange, returning from a business trip, was also relaxing in his sanctum, which was a rare occurrence. This trip had been full of twists and turns, but he felt like he had forgotten something, which troubled him.

Stephen conjured a cup of moderately warm coffee from the void, and while sipping it gently, he carefully recalled what he had forgotten. Finally, when he saw the magic-infused ceiling depicting a cloudy sky with thunder, he remembered what he had forgotten.

Thor!

Yes, he had forgotten Thor!

Everything had been too rushed since Luke's appearance, and he didn't even have time to send Thor a message before being taken to another dark universe.

He had been brought back by Luke, but what about Thor? He wouldn't be drinking and waiting for him to return in Bruce's universe, would he?

Should he go pick him up?

It didn't seem necessary?

Stephen's mind swayed back and forth between picking him up and not picking him up, eventually giving up on thinking. He felt he needed a few days off. Besides, Thor might not want to come back to handle affairs so soon, right?

At the very least, Becky was still there. He could come back with Becky later. If that didn't work, he could use his authority to summon the Silent City's dimensional Rainbow Bridge from the unsealed data dimension and be pulled back.

In any case, Thor was already a big baby of nearly two thousand years old, and didn't need him to worry about, right?

With this thought, Stephen's brain, which had already given up on thinking, instantly smoothed out the little guilt that had just risen in his heart, and he became more at ease with his leisure time.

Sitting on the soft cushion of the high-backed chair, Stephen leisurely drank his tea while skimming through a forbidden book. This was already his rare way of relaxing.

A magical fluctuation appeared in the house, and a chubby figure walked out of the rotating portal. He immediately saw Stephen Strange, the sorcerer, sitting by the fireplace, relaxed and at ease.

Sorcerer Supreme stared in astonishment at Stephen, who was looking back at him, turned his head to look behind him, and asked, "Wait, when did you get back?"

"Just recently, are you surprised to see me?" Stephen smiled and waved at Sorcerer Supreme as a greeting.

"In fact, do you think I should be surprised?" Sorcerer Supreme smiled wryly and stepped aside, revealing another Doctor Strange who walked out of the portal. Along with Doctor Strange, there was also a familiar girl.

"Whoa, this is a bit too surprising." Stephen by the fireplace patted his forehead with a pained expression. He just wanted to rest, was that too much to ask? He suspected someone didn't want him to rest.

"You don't seem surprised at all." The Strange sorcerer who came out of the portal raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the other himself's calm expression.

"You know, for sorcerers like us, meeting ourselves from the multiverse, or even seeing another version of ourselves, is possible. I might just be used to it. Would you like some coffee? I like how it helps me stay awake." Stephen raised the cup in his hand as a gesture. An identical cup filled with coffee appeared abruptly in front of Strange.

"No, that might be your taste. I prefer tea." The Strange sorcerer shook his head.

"That's in line with the teacher. Sorry, was your teacher the Ancient One or Dormammu?" Stephen readily snapped his fingers, changing the coffee in front of Strange into clear tea.

"Of course it's the Ancient One! Is your teacher Dormammu?" Strange came to Stephen with his teacup and sat down with him by the fireplace.

The nearby Sorcerer Supreme and the girl exchanged glances. Wang shrugged and said to the girl, "Looks like they have something to talk about. Are you hungry? Want something to eat?"

"Just anything is fine, I'm not that hungry." The girl shook her head. Her gaze remained on Strange.

"The Ancient One also guided me into the world of magic. But when I was on a business trip in the multiverse, I saw a Doctor Strange who was taught by Dormammu. His dark magic skills made my scalp tingle. Although I'm not bad either." Stephen closed the magic book in his hand and said his experience lightly.

"I can't imagine what another version of myself taught by Dormammu would be like, a world-destroying villain?" Strange couldn't imagine what he would be like if he learned magic from Dormammu.

"Actually, he's not a bad guy, just a bit eccentric in his actions. Of course, judging by our moral standards, it's hard to consider him a companion of the Order faction. But it's not like he's completely evil. Just a guy who is both righteous and evil, doing his own thing." Stephen made a judgment.

"This book looks a bit unfamiliar." Strange's eyes fell on the large black-covered book in Stephen's hand. He swore he had read almost all the magic books in Kamar-Taj, but he had never seen such a book.

"A unique rare book in the entire universe, the Ancient One's writing that only exists in this universe." Stephen stroked the cover of the book and said in a light tone, "If I were to give an evaluation, as her masterpiece after ascending to godhood, this book should be comparable to the Book of Vishanti or the Darkhold, they should be of the same level."

"Ascending to godhood?" Strange frowned at Stephen's words. With his current experience, he of course understood that the Ancient One's death was purely a self-directed drama. She was fed up with the boring and torturous days, and after finding a qualified successor like himself, she decisively died and ran away. But ascending to godhood? He didn't know about that. Especially what Stephen said, a writing that only belonged to this universe, clearly pointed out that the Ancient One in this universe was completely different from the Ancient Ones in other multiverses.

"You can think of it as her becoming a dimensional deity like Vishanti. Well, on the side of relative goodness and order." Stephen admitted without any psychological burden.

"Can I meet her?" Strange's eyes lit up, showing some eagerness.

"She's not here. She has her own dimensional universe to manage. If nothing else, she's very busy now, and even her avatars in this universe have their own responsibilities and a lot of affairs to handle." Stephen looked at Strange's face suddenly darkening, tilted his body, supported half of his cheek with his arm on the armrest, and said thoughtfully, "It seems you've encountered some big trouble, some trouble that even you can't handle. So you wanted to ask the Ancient One for help just now?"

"Wait, you just said you've seen many versions of yourself in the multiverse, do you also have the ability to travel to various multiverses?" The girl on the side finally couldn't help but interject. Sorcerer Supreme went to prepare food for her, and although she was farther away, the space was open, and the conversation between the two Stephens didn't avoid her, so she heard the whole thing from the side.

Seeing that the topic of the two people had never fallen on what she was focusing on and wanted to know, she finally seized the gap and couldn't help but take the initiative to ask.

"America?" Stephen looked at her, his expression a bit complicated. This familiar face reminded him of his own troublesome one.

"You know me?" The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Have you seen another version of me? Does she also have the ability to travel to the multiverse and dimensions? Where is she? Can I meet her?"

"Of course I've seen another you, and even further, my relationship with another you is quite complicated! I'm her guardian in this universe! Parent!" Stephen covered his eyes in distress. If there was anyone else who could give him a headache, then America, who directly knocked Steve out of the Rainbow Bridge, would definitely be one of them.

"As for meeting? Sorry, she's currently apprenticing with the Ancient One. I can't disturb her study!" Stephen refused the girl's request. He could of course summon her back, but that would only be asking for trouble.

"You seem a bit reluctant to see another her? Is your relationship with her not good? Or?" Strange seemed to be telepathic and keenly noticed Stephen's helplessness and avoidance.

"Have you ever been a father? Have you experienced the torment of a daughter's rebellious period? I'm worse, I adopted her when she was almost an adult! I have almost no sweet period of a little padded jacket with her. If you let me master a certain magic, even if it's difficult, I have no problem. But being a father who gets along well with his daughter is too difficult." Stephen reached out to stop Strange, he didn't want to continue talking about this headache topic. He had asked his friends who were fathers for advice, but it could only be said that each family had its own story. At least the Starks, their relationship with Tony was so close that Pepper was jealous.

"Okay, I can not talk about this topic."

"And don't ask me for help."

Strange had just stated that he could skip the topic, and Stephen tacitly stopped him from saying the next words.

"It seems you know we're in trouble." Strange smiled.

"You and that girl are both infected with a powerful force, it's locked onto you." Stephen didn't hide anything, his eyes swept over Strange and the girl, and he said with certainty, "I noticed it the moment you arrived. Let me think, what is that familiar feeling? It's Chaos Magic! This is a very troublesome energy, and the one who can drive this troublesome energy must also be a very tricky existence. Honestly, I've been on a lot of business trips recently, and the high-intensity business trips have made even me, who can't stay idle, feel a bit overwhelmed. I want to rest, I don't want to be disturbed."

"I'm afraid I can't. The owner of this force is chasing us across the universe. There are no less than ten or eight Strange sorcerers who have died in her hands, or even more. I don't think you can be immune and stay out of it." Strange smiled wryly.

"She? It seems to be a woman, if I'm not mistaken, is it Wanda Maximoff?" Stephen deduced the source of the trouble from Strange's words without any surprise. After all, Chaos Magic plus her such obvious directional clues, it's hard to ignore.

"Or rather, she should be called the Scarlet Witch. You know, the series of great wars have caused serious damage to her spirit, she has lost too much. So, she's a bit crazy now." Strange acknowledged Stephen's guess and took the initiative to say, "A crazy person is not scary, what's scary is that this crazy person has unparalleled and invincible power. Many universes of me have tried to stop her, but none of them have been able to do it."

"Whose trouble is it, should be handed over to whom to deal with." Stephen was determined to rest, turned a blind eye to Strange's various hints. Back then, he was also a diligent model worker, worrying about the safety of this planet. As a result, the energy bank's group of troublesome people actually expanded his boundaries to more than one universe. No matter how much of a model worker he was, he would vomit when faced with endless tasks.

"My suggestion is, go see Wanda here, she's still easy to talk to here. If you can persuade her to help you, then your trouble may no longer be a trouble? If that doesn't work, you and her can settle down here. Even if the other party really comes to your door, she can't make any waves. What can't you sit down and talk about properly?

Just crazy? There are many doctors here who are good at treating this kind of mental illness. As long as they come, even if they are crazy and split into multiple personalities, they can walk out healthy after treatment."