amaotonovel Chapter 2765 Star Core Rescue (51)
Chapter 2765 Star Core Rescue (51)
Chapter 2765 Star Core Rescue (Fifty-one)
Schiller had only two words to describe Stark and Strange's behavior - divine gold.
But anyway, putting the timeline back is just adding one more memory. Knowing what happened, it is more like experiencing some stories in a parallel universe.
In fact, it is because of Schiller's special nature. He is not completely from this world, so the timeline he split cannot form a complete universe. Otherwise, the two fragments in Strange's hands can also become one of the countless single universes.
Stark quickly went to the Time Administration to cover up the time fragments, so Schiller's mind had an additional memory of being taken to the Soviet Union and adopted by Howard Stark. But in fact, he did not do this, and this memory was also in the Mind Tower, which was superfluous.
The loser Strange did not show much annoyance. He looked at Schiller and said, "You were not yourself in college, right?"
Schiller nodded, and then said, "But that time, I traveled back in time and ran into you."
Strange sneered and said, "I knew it, but it seems you don't know what happened to us at that time."
"My memory was erased." Schiller shrugged and said, "It was a revenge by a bunch of petty guys."
Strange didn't show any surprise. He just shook the artifact in his hand and said, "Obviously, you can figure out what we said at the time from this memory of mine. I don't care if that guy wins. Only this memory in my hand is meaningful to you."
"Okay, you name a price," Schiller said calmly.
Strange kept smiling as he walked to Schiller and handed the Eye of Agamotto to Schiller. As soon as Schiller stretched out his hand, the shining crystal ball disappeared in an instant.
"I have confidence in your control over the universe, so you can go find it yourself." Strange raised his lips to show his teeth, looked at Schiller and said, "Just like you found my arm."
"Childish and boring." Schiller commented. He walked back to his desk and sat down, continuing to look at the information in his hand. Without raising his head, he said, "You have to go to Texas with me in a few days. Lisa and Oaks' bodies have almost recovered. It's time to ignite the soul."
However, Strange noticed the coffee cup that had been placed opposite Schiller. The coffee in it had not yet completely cooled down. He reached out and touched it, and the coffee was still warm.
"Do you have other visitors today? Who is it?" Strange asked with narrowed eyes.
"It has nothing to do with you." Schiller looked up at Strange and said, "Has the Earth's defense network ever shown that the demons have invaded the Earth?"
"Of course not." Strange shook his head and said, "But I know what you mean. Kamar-Taj received a message from S.H.I.E.L.D. asking for an investigation of a demon named Nightmare. So far, none of us has dealt with him."
Schiller nodded, packed up the documents in his hand, and said, "If you are free now, let's go. I am always a little worried about Lisa's condition. Let's finish it quickly to avoid more trouble."
Strange nodded, and the two boarded the plane in silence. Schiller slept under a blanket while Strange read the consultation report. Not long after, the plane landed in Texas.
Strange was not used to the bright sunshine in Texas, so he could only go to the same eyewear store and buy a pair of sunglasses worth $1,500 under Schiller's gloating expression.
When the two men arrived at Lisa's house, they were doing farm work. A whole family rushed out of the barn. Strange took two breaths of fresh air with the smell of cow dung and frowned slightly.
"Have you ever done farm work?" Schiller asked.
"A little bit. Although I am a small town resident, I didn't grow up in a farmer's family. I only worked as feed for the cattle on the ranch during summer camp."
Although he said this, Strange did not show any disgust. He just looked up and looked at the decoration of Lisa's house, as if he was reminiscing about his boyhood.
Lisa's face had become much rosier. She was dressed in jeans and boots, like a typical Texas girl. Oaks followed behind her. Although he was taller, he was not as capable as Lisa and her father.
"Don't mind, doctor. We just finished cleaning the cowshed." Lisa fanned the air with her hands and said, "It might smell a bit. How about we go outside and talk?"
Schiller nodded, and Strange followed him out. The four of them stood at the door, and Schiller said, "We plan to carry out the soul ignition tonight. You don't actually need to do anything. Just sit together and think about each other."
Lisa's eyes widened, but then her face turned a little red, and she said, "Is this okay? We don't need to do some...ah...reproduction required, I mean..."
Oaks screamed, and the big guy's face turned red. Lisa had to pat him and said, "Don't mind it, doctor. Oaks is from the north and is a little shy, but we don't care about it here."
"No, ma'am. If necessary, I will inform you in advance to make privacy preparations. But this child is quite special. He did not appear in your body in the usual way. Although pregnancy and childbirth are still required, the entire reproductive process does not need to be completed."
"That's good." Lisa breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Actually, I'm a little worried. If I have to get pregnant naturally, my body may not be able to... Well, I hope everything goes well."
"How did you two know each other?" Strange suddenly asked, but he seemed to just want to find a random topic to talk about, which was better than talking about cow dung.
Lisa suddenly frowned slightly. Schiller thought she didn't want to answer the question, so he said, "It's okay, ma'am. I heard that you have milked the cows, and the disinfection and sterilization work should have been completed. Maybe we can have some milk tea?"
"Oh, you sound like a British person." Lisa smiled and turned to walk inside, but Schiller noticed that she glanced at Strange before turning around.
Sure enough, near dusk, Schiller wanted to go to the edge of the field to get some fresh air. He had just walked out of the door and Lisa followed him. The rejuvenated Texas girl caught up with Schiller in a few steps and said to him, "Who is your friend?"
"You don't know him?"
"I seem to have some impression of him, but we are not well-informed here, and my mental state was not good recently, so even if I have seen him, I may have forgotten him."
"He is Stephen Strange, a very famous surgeon known as the Hand of God. He is also the Sorcerer Supreme, so he must be present for the Soul Ignition."
Lisa showed some hesitation, and Schiller asked inquiringly: "What's wrong? You seem to be very interested in him."
"No, I mean, are you two really good friends?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Lisa hesitated even more, so Schiller had to comfort her: "Don't worry, ma'am, I'm not the kind of person who will listen to one side of the story. If you have anything, you can just tell me directly, and I will make my own judgment."
"His voice..." Lisa raised her head and looked into Schiller's eyes, and said firmly, "It's exactly the same as the person who talked to the middleman in the dream."
Schiller's eyes widened instantly.
"Are you sure you heard me correctly, ma'am?"
As soon as he asked the question, Schiller knew there was no need to ask it again, because he had already remembered the most shocking part of all the information related to nightmares.
"I swear I am not lying. The voice in my dream that said the middleman couldn't do it was exactly the same as Mr. Strange's." Lisa lowered her eyes and said, "If this dream you said is not an ordinary dream, then perhaps..."
"Yes, I know, I know, ma'am." Schiller repeated it twice, then said, "Let's go back first. I'm going to talk to Stephen."
The two of them returned to the room, and Schiller knocked on the door of the guest room where Strange was resting. Soon, Strange, who had changed into pajamas, opened the door with a hint of doubt in his eyes, because he had clearly stated that he wanted to read the report, and it would be best if no one disturbed him before things started.
In fact, Schiller was the one who should least disturb him, because they were both doctors and knew each other, and Schiller knew that he hated it most when someone disturbed him when he was fully engaged in something.
"Unexpected situation, Stephen, sorry." Schiller apologized first, so Strange let him in. Schiller glanced at the report on Strange's desk. Very good, no problem. These were the anatomical diagrams that looked like they should appear in the files of major cases.
Then he looked Strange up and down again and asked tentatively, "How is your father doing lately?"
"He's been defeated by his illness again and is now working in Hell," Strange said. "I'll have him return to the Sanctum Sanctorum to do some cleaning or something, but he probably just wants to go home."
Schiller was not surprised. Strange's father had always been in poor health. In fact, he had died once before and then died again. After Strange rescued him, he died again. In the end, Strange was too lazy to rescue him.
The main thing is that after he was rescued, this stubborn old man did not change his living habits. The disease did not need to hit him hard at all, and he fell down with a slight touch. So Strange simply found Mephisto and arranged a job for him in hell, but it was said that he did not do his job well and was still drinking and bragging every day.
"What's going on?" Strange looked at him and asked.
"You remember the nightmare I told you about before?"
"I know. I know you are anxious to find out what happened to him, but you have to give us some time." Strange sat back in the chair, put one leg high up, looked up at Schiller and said, "You should not be such a person who does not know the priorities. It is more important to ensure Lisa's health than to track down the mastermind."
"Yes, but only if it was really Nightmare who attacked Lisa, and not something else related to him, or...someone."
Strange frowned deeply and said, "You mean someone drove the nightmare?"
"No, there is a more terrifying possibility." Schiller shook his head slowly and said, "He is the nightmare, and the nightmare is him."
"Who?"
"You." Schiller paused and said, "To be more precise, another you."
"Who is he?"
"Doctor Strange of the Dream Force."
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