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Chapter 1075 What If? Doctor Strange

Professor X, who had been sitting silently in his hovering wheelchair, suddenly opened his eyes.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his powerful mental strength, capable of communicating with global consciousness, pierced Wanda's sea of ​​consciousness, which was filled with chaotic magic and the power of the Dark Book, like an invisible sharp cone that had solidified into a physical form.

"Ugh!"

Black Wanda, who was controlling 838 Wanda, suddenly stopped moving and let out a short, muffled groan.

In her scarlet eyes, a mixture of madness and coldness flashed through a moment of chaos and disarray.

Professor X's all-out attack, even if it couldn't truly destroy her heavily protected consciousness, was enough to create a strong disturbance, temporarily freezing her in place.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Professor X's consciousness followed the mental shock without hesitation and forcefully entered Wanda's mental world.

This was not the hellish scene he had envisioned, completely consumed by darkness and madness.

Instead, it is a bizarre and fragmented space of consciousness.

Countless fragments of memory floated and collided like shattered mirrors, most of them permeated with a dark red hue of sorrow, anger, and despair—the disillusionment of the farm, the longing for the child, the desire for Peter, the whispers of the Dark Book, the destruction of Kamar-Taj…

Soon, amidst this chaotic storm of consciousness, Professor X keenly spotted a small, unusually calm area.

He approached the area cautiously.

That was a well-preserved fragment of memory.

On a sunny afternoon, at Patrick Farm, Wanda and Peter were sitting on the swing on the porch.

Wanda, dressed in simple home clothes, wore a relaxed and dependent smile that Professor X had never seen on her face before. She was talking to Peter, her eyes filled with a desire to confide in him.

Peter listened quietly, a calm and profound expression on his face, occasionally nodding and responding with a few words.

The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, as if all the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with this place.

Upon witnessing this scene, Professor X felt a sense of confusion.

He didn't know Peter now, but he was surprised to see that Wanda still retained such a beautiful quality in her heart.

The other party actually occupies such a special, almost "pure" place in Wanda's inner world?

What does this man mean to Wanda?
tutor?

Father?

spouse?

Or is it some kind of deeper spiritual sustenance and constraint?

No, now is not the time to delve into these things.

Professor X shook his head, his consciousness rapidly sweeping across the area, heading towards the deepest part of Wanda's sea of ​​consciousness, the core area that was suppressed and sealed off.

He wants to find the true Wanda consciousness of this universe.

Soon, amidst a vision of ruins constructed of fear and despair, he sensed a faint but pure fluctuation of consciousness.

This should belong to the consciousness of Wanda Maximov from Universe 838.

Wanda of Universe 838 is buried at the bottom of the spiritual ruins, trembling, about to be completely assimilated and annihilated.

"Wanda!"

Professor X rushed over immediately and sent a mental plea to the other person, "Hold on, I'm coming to get you out of here."

Taking a deep breath, Professor X gathered his powerful mental strength, transforming it into an invisible giant hand that reached into this mental ruin, attempting to pull out the buried, real Wanda consciousness.

However, just as his power was about to touch the faint point of light...

A cold, dark voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in the consciousness space behind him:
"Who gave you permission... to touch my things?"

Professor X's consciousness jolted, and he turned around in disbelief.

To his astonishment, Wanda's consciousness appeared silently behind him, like a queen rising from the deepest nightmare.

Wanda's eyes burned with a crimson flame more intense than in reality, and her body was wrapped in chains made of dark grimoire runes.

Professor X was surprised that Wanda had broken free from the interference of the external body so quickly and directly invaded back into her own consciousness space.

Professor X, taken aback, tried to resist, but his mental powers were on the other party's home turf. Faced with the chaotic magic empowered by the Dark Book, he was instantly controlled by the other party's mind.

Dark Wanda's consciousness suddenly stretched out its hands and tightly gripped Professor X's consciousness by the neck.

"Uh!"

Professor X felt as if his soul was being clamped by cold iron clamps, all his strength was rapidly draining away, and his consciousness was beginning to blur.

……

Outside, inside the containment area.

As Professor X coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out completely, Wanda instantly regained her mobility.

A flash of offended rage crossed her eyes, and her gaze immediately locked onto America again.

the other side.

The glass case where Stephen Strange was imprisoned suddenly opened with a "whoosh".

It was obvious that someone had remotely controlled the glass box that was holding him.

However, the energy-suppressing handcuffs on Stephen's hands remained firmly locked, preventing him from using magic.

"Modu!"

Stephen immediately looked at Baron Mordo, who was standing near the control panel with a glint in his eye.

"Quickly unlock these handcuffs for me! We must work together to stop her, or everything will be over!"

Mordo walked over slowly, but there was no anxiety on his face. Instead, he looked at Stephen with a complicated expression.

"Join forces? Like before, watching you steal the spotlight while we bear all the consequences, Strange?"

Stephen's heart sank: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

Mordo sneered, his voice low and filled with long-suppressed resentment, "How do you think Stephen Strange of our universe came into contact with the Dark Book? Why do you think he was corrupted so quickly?"

Stephen was startled by his words. "What did you say? Could it be...it's you?!"

"I just... gave him a choice, a choice that would defeat Thanos faster and more effectively."

Mordo's tone was tinged with madness, "Just like the Ancient One chose you instead of me! Why?! Why is it always you?! Why does the power and responsibility of the Sorcerer Supreme always fall into the hands of the most unstable and easily corrupted people?! I just proved... I was right! You are all dangerous lunatics!"

Stephen now understood completely.

The Mordo of this universe, just like the one in his own universe, is a bastard!
Beneath this seemingly friendly exterior lies a deep-seated jealousy and twisted desire for revenge towards the name "Strange".

Time was of the essence, and Stephen knew he couldn't hesitate any longer.

He deliberately provoked Mordo with a contemptuous tone, "So you're just a pathetic wretch hiding behind the scenes, Mordo. You'll never amount to anything, you'll always live in Strange's shadow. You don't even dare to cultivate the Dark Book yourself, you only dare to encourage others. You're a coward!"

"you shut up!"

Mordo was indeed enraged, his face flushed red, and he suddenly reached out to grab Stephen's collar.

Stephen had been waiting for this opportunity.

Although his hands were handcuffed, he could still move his legs.

The next second, taking advantage of Mordo's forward momentum, he leaned his body backward sharply, while his feet cleverly wrapped around Mordo's wrists and twisted them forcefully.

"Uh!"

Modu felt the pain and instinctively let go.

Taking advantage of the situation, Stephen used his handcuffed hands to suddenly grab one of Mordo's arms, and then used his body weight and skill to perform a clumsy but effective roll.

"Crack!"

With a soft click, the energy-suppressing handcuffs on his hands were forcibly shaken off his wrists and instead locked firmly onto Mordo's wrist.

"asshole!"

Mordo was both shocked and furious, and tried to attack Stephen with his other hand.

But Stephen had already rolled to the side like an eel, breaking free of his restraints.

Although his hands are temporarily free, his magic circuits have been suppressed for a long time, making it difficult to cast spells smoothly for the time being.

Without hesitation, Stephen turned and ran towards the exit.

He needed time to recover his magic, and more importantly, he needed to find America. For now, escaping was the best option.

"Stop him!"

Mordo roared into the communicator while desperately trying to remove the handcuffs from his hands.

Several Ultron robots immediately appeared and blocked Stephen's path.

Stephen clumsily dodged the energy beams using the terrain, continuing to run forward. While Stephen was battling the robot, in another passageway, Christine watched the main monitor screen as Wanda was about to attack America, her heart filled with anxiety.

She didn't know where she got the courage, but using her familiarity with the base's terrain, she bypassed the main battlefield and sneaked into the maintenance passage on the side of the containment area.

She saw Stephen struggling with the robot and also saw the empty, open control box. A daring plan formed in her mind.

Taking a deep breath, Christine rushed into the main containment area while Wanda's attention was completely focused on America (and she was briefly distracted by Professor X), and used her highest-authority card to unlock the emergency manual lock on the glass case.

"Amelica, come out quickly!"

Christine shouted.

America tumbled and crawled out of the glass box.

Just then, Wanda was drawn to the commotion and cast a cold glance over.

Fear overwhelmed America once again, and the instinct for survival caused the door within her to tremble violently once more.

"no, do not want!"

She screamed, her fists uncontrollably glowing with a dazzling multiverse light as she slammed into the reinforced glass wall beside her.

"boom!!!"

This time, with America's potential unleashed, the incredibly sturdy glass was smashed open, leaving a large hole.

"This way!"

Christine pulled America up, and the two quickly crawled out through the hole, where they ran into Stephen, who had just dealt with the robot and was running away in a disheveled state.

"Stephen!"

"Christine, America!"

The three met up and, without saying a word, immediately ran wildly out along the passage.

However, he hadn't gone far when a figure blocked his way—Modu.

By this time, Mordo had already removed the energy-suppressing handcuffs, his face ashen, his eyes filled with rage.

"Trying to run? Strange, it's not that easy!"

Mordo formed hand seals, unleashing a powerful surge of magical energy towards the three.

Mordo's hatred for Stephen has now reached its peak.

In his view, Stephen, regardless of which universe he was from, was a despicable and cunning bastard!
Stephen instinctively pulled Christine and Amelie behind him, but he didn't have time to completely dodge.

"Pfft!"

A burst of energy struck Stephen's shoulder, causing him to groan in pain as the wound instantly turned black and corroded.

"Doctor!" America exclaimed.

Just as Mordo was preparing to launch a second attack, America's energy went out of control again due to tension and fear, and a multiverse portal opened behind her.

"Get in quickly!"

Stephen shouted, pushing Christine and America toward jumping in.

Before Stephen could make a move, Mordo's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he rushed forward.

Instead of attacking Stephen, he swiftly reached out and grabbed America and Christine's arms tightly.

At the same time, Mordo raised his foot and kicked the injured Stephen hard in the chest.

"Ugh!"

Stephen, who was already injured, was kicked backward and flew straight into the entrance of the dazzling, chaotic, and soon-to-close passageway.

"No!! Doctor!!"

America's cries and Christine's gasps were instantly shut out.

Mordo held onto the two women tightly, watching the passage close completely before him, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Very well, the prey is in hand, and the troublesome fellow is gone forever.

……

Stephen Strange, who has fallen into the tunnel, once again experiences mind-blowing dimensional turbulence and visual shocks.

After an unknown amount of time, he was violently "vomited" out.

With a loud thud, Stephen crashed heavily into a pile of garbage in a damp, dark back alley, feeling dizzy and disoriented, his shoulder wound throbbing with excruciating pain.

He struggled to his feet and looked around.

The surroundings were familiar city noise and the familiar smell of the air.

Is this still New York?

However, the names on the billboards and the models of the patrol cars differ in detail.

Could it be that New York City also exists in this new universe?
Stephen, panting heavily, leaned against the cold wall.

Since this parallel world exists in New York, things become much easier.

The existence of New York suggests that the Avengers likely exist, as does another Stephen Strange.

Stephen immediately made up his mind that he had to find the Sorcerer Supreme of this universe, Stephen Strange, as soon as possible.

Only by finding allies can we return to rescue Christine and America as soon as possible.

Hopefully, that madman Mordo won't hurt them for now...

Stephen, gritting his teeth against his injuries, straightened his tattered clothes and stepped out of the back alley, preparing to search for the location of the sanctuary.

……

Meanwhile, on a highway in this new universe, a cool blue Lamborghini sports car is speeding along.

Inside the car, Stephen Strange—the arrogant and conceited genius neurosurgeon of this universe, who had not yet become a sorcerer—was holding the steering wheel with one hand and elegantly resting the other on the car window, exuding confidence and self-satisfaction.

He was preparing to attend an important medical awards banquet.

In the passenger seat sat his girlfriend, Christine Palmer.

She looked at Stephen with love in her eyes, but also with a hint of worry that was hard to detect.

"Slow down, Stephen, there's still time."

Christine reminded her softly.

"Don't worry, baby."

Stephen smiled confidently and even pressed the accelerator a little harder. "Your future award-winning boyfriend can't be late, and besides, this car handles perfectly."

The two chatted and laughed, filling the car with a sweet atmosphere.

However, at a sharp bend, an accident suddenly occurred!
To avoid a truck that suddenly changed lanes, Stephen jerked the steering wheel and instinctively slammed on the brakes.

The Lamborghini went out of control instantly, its tires screeching, the car spinning wildly, crashing through the highway guardrail and tumbling down a steep cliff.

"Boom! Boom! Bang!"

The sounds of violent impacts and twisting metal were deafening.

After an unknown amount of time, the rolling finally stopped.

The mangled wreckage of the sports car lay at the bottom of the valley, billowing black smoke.

Inside the car, all the airbags deployed.

Miraculously, Stephen found himself completely unharmed.

Aside from minor abrasions and dizziness, he felt great and didn't even have a single fracture.

"Christine! Christine, how are you?"

He quickly turned to look at the passenger seat.

The next second, his blood seemed to freeze.

Christine was slumped in her seat, her forehead a bloody mess, a deformed metal rod piercing her chest, blood staining her dress.

Her eyes were open, but her pupils were dilated, and she showed no signs of breathing.

Christine... is dead?!

In this horrific accident, the arrogant driver miraculously survived, while his lover, whom he had warned to be careful, perished.

Stephen Strange stared blankly at Christine's body, as if all the sounds of the world had vanished.

Shock, bewilderment, and a strange sense of unease enveloped him.

This ending... something seems off?
(End of this chapter)