The Dream Dimension was a bizarre and peculiar world.
It existed in people's subconscious and could only be accessed by secret masters who knew how to pull the soul out of the body.
Most dimensional worlds had masters.
Like Dormammu, the ruler of the Dark Dimension, and Cyttorak, Lord of Oblivion.
The dream dimension, whose owner was called [Nightmare], was also a powerful demon.
His ability, probably an infinitely magnified version of Freddy, could create things out of thin air in the dream dimension and generate his own reality.
Usually, it had no sense of existence, like a small transparent nobody.
The venue of this entry-level battle was set here, so the test must also be related to dreams.
"This is people's subconscious mind. The flashing light is a nightmare."
Strange walked in a glittering passage, surrounded by dense, firefly-like dots of light floating around.
Those were the nightmare entities that were manifested by human beings in the material world.
If one knew how to meditate, an enlightened soul could easily infiltrate someone's dream and do whatever it wanted -- but here they couldn't.
Because this area of business was under the care of a dimensional demon, Nightmare.
The negative emotions and spiritual strength brought by nightmares were the nourishment on which he depended for survival.
Snatching food from a dimensional demon's mouth was tantamount to playing a fraudulent scam with Mephisto, or looking for a loan from the Sorcerer Supreme and not repaying it.
Any normal person who had a passable IQ was unlikely to do so.
"It's almost time."
Strange held up his right hand as if he was holding a torch.
The pure white light radiated out and dispelled those hostile dream creatures.
As an entrance ticket, the circular token was slightly warm, guiding him in a certain direction.
There were only eight candidates, and the entry competition screened out the redundant and unqualified participants.
That was to say; there were now forty-two masters with great strength in the Dream Dimension.
Most of them would be eliminated.
"When you think about it, there's a lot of pressure in this competition."
Strange was a little nervous. According to the rules, he had to arrive at a designated place first.
Then, put the obtained token into a magic furnace.
This was only the first step, and there were even more difficult challenges ahead.
"I wonder how many people are watching this battle ..."
Strange walked slowly. There was no end to this glittering passage.
This dimension had no concept of time, and the soul had no heartbeat and pulse, so it was impossible to judge how long time had passed.
Anyway, when Strange walked out of the tunnel, he saw a huge furnace three people high, which was exactly his goal.
"Here we are."
The magic cloak fluttered slightly, holding Strange up.
He threw the heated token in his hand. The long-extinguished magical furnace reacted as if a spark had fallen into a frying pan, exploding violently.
The magical flame burned like a dazzling pillar of light, radiating outward in a circle of substantial ripples.
"This is?"
Strange was a bit surprised by the sudden turn of events.
The re-ignited magic furnace turned into a bright lighthouse.
And the brilliant light seemed to carry some kind of huge temptation, as if like sending out a signal, and gradually attracting those dream creatures.
"Is this a test of strength or courage?"
Aware of the danger, Strange held the staff in his right hand and held up the small energy shield in his left hand, which was the Shield of the Seraphim.
Kamar Taj's entry-level spells were compulsory.
When he was ready for the battle, a thick crimson wave swept over.
The hills rose and spread toward the endless horizon, and the harsh sound of 'squeaking' was heard.
"Those are -- Mind Maggots!"
Strange exclaimed.
The surging and mighty crimson waves were composed of endless maggots.
They were only the size of palms, and they looked like big eyeballs.
They had piranha-like sharp teeth in their cracked mouths, which looked terrifying.
Tens of thousands of such insects could almost kill people with intensive phobias on the spot.
"It seems that this would be a test of endurance."
Strange had no other specialty but a good memory. After all, he wanted to graduate from medical school with excellent grades, but he had no strength.
He instantly remembered what he had read in the 'Encyclopedia of the Magical World' --
Mind Maggots, which specialized in feeding on mental energy, could eat people's thoughts and melt away a master's will.
"The token will burn for 6 hours, so make sure it isn't extinguished."
An old voice came down from above, like a thunderclap, shaking Strange's eardrums.
"This is the first test you will face!"
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"Mind Maggots!"
Luke and Rocket were staying in the Bar With No Doors. The big screen in the center of the room was showing the current competition.
Among the guests here, some people recognized those screeching and terrifying maggots.
"Hahahaha, this is a tough one! The stronger the mental power and the stronger the will of the master, the easier it was to attract those Mind Maggots!"
A customer said gloatingly.
Participating in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle had always been a high-risk and low-yield event.
The test set by the Vishanti didn't guarantee everyone's safety.
If someone could survive, they were often already very capable.
As for being the final winner, it depended on luck and strength.
"Monako, can you adjust the picture? I want to see that beautiful woman with long legs!"
Someone said.
Currently, the protagonist on-screen was Doctor Voodoo, a muscular man with dark skin and thick braids.
People preferred to see a hot woman with a sultry body than a big black man.
"Then you can talk to the Grandmaster. It's not like I have anything to do with it."
The old bartender, Monako, held a glass of whiskey and slowly sipped it.
It was unlikely that Kamar Taj would publicize the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, let alone broadcast it to the public.
This wasn't their style.
The reason why they could see the live broadcast of the competition was that, outside earth, among the stars in the universe, there was an Elder of the Universe who loved games and was passionate about gambling.
His real name was [En Dwi Gast], more commonly known as [Grandmaster].
"Do you know how many credits it cost me to buy the rights to broadcast from the forum?"
Monako grunted.
"If you like it, watch. If you don't, piss off."
The elder, 'Prince of Magic', revealed his tough side.
"Just watch the game, watch the game."
Some said, keeping the peace.
'I didn't expect the Grandmaster would be so playful. He actually broadcasted the Sorcerer Supreme battle live. '
Luke sighed.
As an Elder of the Universe whose strength was on par with the Ancient One, the Grandmaster could do such a thing.
Other people would have to consider whether their heads were sturdy enough and whether they could stand a magic headshot by the Sorcerer Supreme.
After a few minutes, the screen that stayed on Doctor Voodoo switched to Loki.
The bar was immediately filled with cheers and the sound of tons and tons of liquor shots.
Facts had proven that beautiful women were always popular in any situation.
"Wait, the big guy next to Loki, is that Thor?"
Luke was watching the live broadcast when he suddenly found a familiar figure.
"Who else would wear such an exaggerated cloak and armor besides him? "
Rocket sipped his juice and spat it out.
Thor in the picture was surrounded by dense Mind Maggots, and his soul flashed with thunder lightning, which could clear away large swarms of worms every time.
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