Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 311: Chapter 311



Stephen Strange, feeling utterly despondent and hopeless, turned instinctively upon hearing the sudden sound of footsteps.

What greeted him were a dozen sorcerers clad in yellow robes, walking slowly toward him.

Their aura was oddly familiar, and Stephen Strange quickly realized that it resembled the aura of the sorcerers he had encountered earlier.

A glimmer of hope sparkled in Stephen's eyes. His imagination ran wild, and he assumed that the Ancient One had finally decided to teach him and had sent these people.

"Who are you?" he asked excitedly. "Sorcerers?"

As they approached, Kaecilius and his group stopped. Observing the unassuming man before him, Kaecilius's eyes flickered, and then he smiled. "Stephen Strange, correct?"

"Yes, that's me." Stephen Strange sensed something amiss but hesitated. "You are...?"

Kaecilius maintained his smile and said, "Mr. Stephen Strange, rest assured, we too are sorcerers of Kamar-Taj."

"Not long ago, I passed by and noticed that you seemed lost, as if you needed guidance."

"Mr. Stephen Strange, would you like me to show you the path of light?"

"The path of light?" Stephen Strange was taken aback.

"Yes," Kaecilius nodded. "I heard you came to Kamar-Taj to heal your hands?"

"Healing your hands is a simple matter for us, but..."

Before he could finish, Stephen Strange, overcome with emotion, stood up and eagerly asked, "But what?"

The next moment, the middle-aged sorcerer with a braid behind his head said, "Before we get to that, Mr. Strange, allow me the honor of introducing the Heavenly Father and Savior whom my group and I revere."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"The one true God in the world, the Savior of this realm!"

Stephen Strange was dumbfounded as he listened to the middle-aged sorcerer

enthusiastically introduce this entity.

"You're sorcerers, aren't you? Why would you get involved in faith and religion?"

Stephen's expression was one of incredulity.

Kaecilius explained slowly, "We believe in a being that transcends time-a great dimensional entity, a mighty Lord."

"As long as you believe in the Lord, the Lord can bestow infinite power upon you. Restoring your hands would be but a trivial feat!"

"Mr. Stephen Strange, you might want to consider it."

Stephen's attention instantly locked onto the promise of healing his hands. His expression brimmed with excitement. "You can truly restore my hands?"

"You're not deceiving me, right? Believing in... a god can heal my hands?"

Stephen Strange wanted to say more, but Kaecilius, who was about to respond, suddenly paused. His gaze shifted behind Stephen Strange.

With a creak, the closed gates of Kamar-Taj swung open. Mordo, the Ancient One's primary disciple, emerged.

For a moment, silence engulfed the scene.

Stephen Strange felt awkward, unsure of what to say. As for Kaecilius, he contemplated how much Mordo might have overheard and whether he should act to eliminate him.

After a brief consideration, Kaecilius decided to act as if nothing had happened. He smiled at Mordo but made no further moves.

Mordo, in turn, acted as though he hadn't heard anything. He addressed Stephen Strange, "Come with me."

"Oh, alright," Stephen replied instinctively, following Mordo toward the gate.

Just before the door closed, he heard the braided sorcerer's voice again.

"Mr. Stephen Strange, do consider what I said."

"Learning magic is tedious, long, and often comes at a cost. But our path is different."

As the doors shut, Stephen Strange's expression shifted, his thoughts in turmoil. After pondering for a while, Stephen ultimately decided to see what magic the Ancient One and her disciples would teach him before making a decision about the braided sorcerer's offer.

While leading Stephen Strange through Kamar-Taj, Mordo suddenly spoke, "Strange, don't trust him."

"Yes, I know," Stephen replied, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Mordo didn't seem convinced but didn't press further. He led Stephen to a room and said, "Take a bath and rest for a while. If possible, try to meditate."

"The Ancient One will summon you shortly."

Lighting a candle in the room, Mordo handed Stephen a card with some letters on it before heading toward the door.

"What's this? A spell I need to recite?" Stephen asked curiously.

"It's the Wi-Fi password. We're not savages," Mordo replied with a chuckle as he closed the wooden door.

Once outside, the smile disappeared from Mordo's face. His brow furrowed as he walked quickly, deep in thought.

After a while, he arrived at the hall where the Ancient One resided and relayed the recent events to her.

"You suspect that Kaecilius and his group might be worshiping a dimensional entity?" the Ancient One asked calmly.

Mordo nodded, frowning. "Should we intervene? Or expel them from Kamar-Taj?"

"Their actions..."

Before he could finish, the Ancient One interrupted with a statement that left him bewildered.

"Do not concern yourself with this matter. Act as if you saw nothing."

"Why?" Mordo asked, confused.

When the Ancient One remained silent, Mordo reluctantly said, "Very well."

Still puzzled, he left the hall.

Though he couldn't understand the Ancient One's reasoning, Mordo couldn't forget

Kaecilius's words. He resolved to investigate quietly and find out who or what Kaecilius and

his group were worshiping.

After Mordo left, the Ancient One furrowed her brows. She instinctively raised her hand, as if

to use the Eye of Agamotto to glimpse the future.

But she stopped midway.

"Let things unfold naturally," she sighed softly.

"If it leads to something unfavorable, I'll intervene then..."

Later, in the hall where the Ancient One resided, she began explaining to Strange.

"The language of the arcane has existed since the dawn of civilization. Ancient sorcerers referred to this language as spells."

"If that term seems too fantastical, think of it as a program-a source code for constructing

reality."

As she spoke, the Ancient One extended her hands, conjuring a shield spell.

"We draw immense power from other dimensional planes within the multiverse. By reciting

spells, we summon shields, create weapons, and wield magic..."

Watching the golden shield of intricate lines appear before him, Stephen Strange was

awestruck and filled with joy.

Still, he expressed his concern. "Even if my fingers can perform those movements, they're no

different from an ordinary wave."

(End of Chapter)

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