Ever since the car accident, Dr. Strange has been in hell. Losing the ability to move his hands, he not only lost his thriving career, but also made a mess in his life.

After a big fight with Dr. Christine, the only one who is willing to help him after losing everything, and has a crush on each other. Strange embarks on a journey to find healing his hands.

The chances of healing one's hands are now almost zero, and as the best neurosurgeon, he knows this best. So he pinned his hopes on miracles and ethereal mystical powers.

Some people are like this, and they don't believe in things that they usually kill. When it becomes the only salvation possible. Even if the mood knows that it may be fake, he would rather hold on to it.

Due to the difficulty of moving his hands and the long journey, Strange was depressed. The beard is scruffy and looks unusually sloppy.

In the past, he would have driven himself crazy with some petty cleanliness habits, but now he doesn't care so much anymore. He just wants to heal his hands and get back to what he loves.

Finally, after looking through a lot of information, he found a case of recovery, Jonathan Pembourne. That's definitely a case that can be a miracle, nay, miracle in the history of medicine.

Fortunately, the other party's address was still on the medical record. A blessing in misfortune.

Like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, Strange hurried to the other party's quarters. After a few twists and turns, Strange finally finds Jonathan on a basketball court.

Playing basketball like a nobody, no, I should say it's healthier than the average person.

Seeing Jonathan, who is healthy and healthy, Strange has a new hope in his heart. The other party's injuries were much more serious than his.

He was desperate to know how the other party had done it.

Jonathan Pembourne. Complete injury to both segments of the spinal cord. Pressing down on the excitement in his heart, Strange slowly revealed the other party's case.

"Who are you?" Jonathan looked at Strange in confusion.

"Paralysis from the chest down, as well as paralysis of the hands."

This level of paralysis, not to mention exercising like a normal person. It's a miracle to be able to stand up. And this man named Jonathan not only stood up, but was no different from other healthy people.

Jonathan looked at Strange again and said with certainty, "I don't know you." ”

"Stephen Strange, Neurosurgeon." Speaking of this, Strange paused, and a trace of decline flashed in his eyes, "It used to be." ”

Hearing Strange's introduction, Jonathan suddenly realized: "I remembered. Dude, I know you well. I've been to your office, but you haven't even seen me. I can't even pass your assistant's level. ”

"I can't save you at all."

"You're calling it difficult to retreat." With that, Jonathan was about to leave.

"You found hope in despair and worked miracles." Strange's words caused Jonathan to stop, and he turned his head to see Strange's scarred and trembling hands:

"I... I also hope to find my miracles. ”

Looking at Strange's uncontrollably trembling hands and hopeful eyes in despair, Jonathan remembered who he used to be.

"Okay."

"I thought it was only my brain that was still working, so I thought I should exercise too. I was practicing with a group of Dharma Priests and Holy Maidens, and a group of strangers carried me up the mountain, where I met my Guru. ”

Jonathan pointed to his head: "I've entered a whole new realm, and my soul has been sublimated. Then somehow the body healed. ”

"There are so many mysteries there, but I don't have the energy to study. Now that the miracle has struck, there is no need for me to stay there. ”

The gods are like gods, as if they were talking about the book of heaven. However, Strange is extremely convinced, because a miracle has happened.

"The place you're going to is called Kama Taj, but it's expensive to get there."

"How much does it cost?" Strange can't wait. No matter how much money you have, you have to find it there, even if you break the bank.

"It's not about money," Jonathan said the last sentence paradoxically. Good luck. ”

"Wait a minute, sir." Just as Strange was about to leave, a voice behind him stopped him.

They were two handsome black-haired men, one with melancholy eyes and the other mild-mannered.

Well, it's only a thin line worse than my Strange.

"My name is Jelf, and this is Loki." Jelf gave a brief introduction to Strange.

"May I ask you about Kama Taj earlier? Sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation. It's just that by coincidence, we're going to go there as well. Can we go together? ”

"But I don't know where it is." Teslanch said.

The most prosperous town in the foothills of the Alps. There is a constant stream of people coming and going, and you can see some Western-style buildings but more Chinese and Indian-style temples.

It looks like an urban-rural junction somewhere in Tibet, but there are more people. Fish and dragons are mixed, and everyone is mixed here.

Loki didn't like the environment, he didn't understand why mages lived in such a place. In Asgard, mages are as elegant and noble as he is.

Earth's casters are no weaker than Asgard, as Jelf has mentioned more than once. Loki scoffed at this statement.

Asgard is the first of the three layers of the Nine Kingdoms, and in every aspect it is countless times stronger than the weak Atrium people (earthlings).

Earth's magic is just a scratch in the skin of Asgard, Loki thinks.

But he forgot that the earth was the center of the nine kingdoms. Not only Asgard has visited here, but countless races and lives in the universe have visited Earth. With an earth that gathers countless civilizations, will the spellcaster really be as weak as Loki said?

Let the facts slap him in the face.

"Do you know Kama Taj, please?" Strange held a small note and kept asking passers-by around him. Repeated negative answers, repeated losses, could not make him give up.

Eventually, his actions caught the attention of a gray-robed man.

The other party quietly followed Strange and appeared in front of him after helping Strange solve a little trouble.

"Are you looking for Kama Taj? Then come with me. The gray-robed man lifted his hood, and it was a black man.

The eldest disciple of the Ancient One Mage - Baron Mordo.

Following in Mordo's footsteps, he came to a nondescript building.

A small, dilapidated wooden door appears in front of Strange.

How to look at it does not match the legendary holy land of Kama Taj.

Didn't I meet a liar? Strange thought before entering.