"Congratulations on having completed three tests and arriving here."
The female voice slowly said.
She was Oshtur, the oldest of the ancient gods.
Also, the first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto's mother.
"Even though you're not the best one, I have to admit, little guy, your luck is simply enviable."
A tiger with a beautiful pattern poked its head out and looked down at Strange.
His name was Hoggoth, one of the Vishanti.
He was the creator of the 'Hoary Host', an easy-to-learn but difficult-to-follow technique that everyone in Kamar Taj knew.
"An Allfather, and so young."
Hoggoth seemed to be more interested in Luke. The deep eyes locked on him with intense pressure.
"The most frightening thing is not the power you show, but the unfathomable potential ... Oshtur, I think his future achievements are unlimited."
Hogarth rarely appreciates a human being. In the eyes of this tiger, Luke was like a walking celestial body, radiating bright light.
Oshtur didn't deny it.
An Allfather wasn't the end of the path that the other party was following.
"Thank you for your compliment."
Luke's expression was calm, and he didn't feel any pressure.
The three pillars of pure white light were Oshtur, the loving woman.
Agamotto, the complex brain with a bright bald head.
Hoggoth, a big tiger with colorful patterns.
They were collectively called the Vishanti.
Each had the strength of a dimensional demon god.
The Sorcerer Supreme didn't have to pay back debts. It was mainly because his backer was powerful.
The Dark Dimension's Dormammu, and the God of Chaos Chthon, were reluctant to mess with the Vishanti.
In case they fought, each time they were forced to fight one against three, the scene would be too bloody.
"Time to get down to business. There must be a new Sorcerer Supreme for us, for the Earth, and for the many dimensions."
Agamotto spoke up.
'Ancient One, who has been sitting in that seat for too long, is deeply exhausted, both mentally and physically. '
'Like a social animal who works overtime every day, he was about to die of overwork.'
Luke commented in his heart.
"Stephen Strange!"
At the sound of his name, Strange's soul shook.
There was the pressure of three pairs of eyes looking at him; it was as if he was pressed against a large mountain.
The irrepressible nervousness emerged.
"Yes. Heaven and Hell, Asgard and the Nine Realms beyond, all those powers are waiting to see who's hands the position of Sorcerer Supreme will fall into."
Oshtur's soft laughter quietly dispelled Strange's inner apprehension.
"I was the designer of the first match, and I wanted to test the courage and persistence of the competitors."
Hoggoth shook his head. The tiger, full of majesty, showed a human expression, "The second match is a test of personal strength. You are the weakest person, but you have the strongest contract."
Strange looked at Luke with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
"The third match is to save and serve. You did a terrible job, Strange."
Agamotto, who used to be a Sorcerer Supreme, wasn't as articulate as the previous two and had a disappointed tone that couldn't be disguised.
"Everyone has their own way of doing things and their own ideas that they need to follow, whether good or bad, it's their own choice."
"But you didn't do anything. It was a very unwise choice to face Mephisto and make a deal with the devil directly."
Strange's eyelids drooped. He really didn't know how to save San Venganza.
He wasn't mature enough nor strong enough.
"A candidate with enough courage, but lacking in strength, wisdom, and decisiveness."
Agamotto made a final decision and answered.
"Stephen Strange, you are not qualified to be the Sorcerer Supreme."
Boom!
Agamotto's words, like a heavy hammer, hitting Strange.
The latter was thunderstruck, and the light of his soul dimmed.
'... a butterfly effect?'
Luke, who stood still, was equally surprised.
The Vishanti didn't recognize the candidate favored by the Ancient One.
'What's going on?'
Was it all a waste of time?
"Courage, strength, and wisdom ... are the three requirements to take over the position of Sorcerer Supreme."
Agamotto's stern eyes suddenly softened and turned to Luke.
"You are a better choice than Stephen Strange."
"Luke Cavill, the Superman of the other world!"
What's going on?
Luke, who was in the mood to watch the show and eat some popcorn, had a series of question marks on his head.
'I'm just helping out as a substitute!'
'Not interested in becoming the Sorcerer Supreme!'
He said in his heart.
Why did they choose him?
"Ah, ... is there a misunderstanding?"
Glancing at the dull expression on Strange, Luke cleared his throat and politely said, "I am just a passing traveler and will not stay in this universe for long."
"For the Sorcerer Supreme, you should choose someone else."
Agamotto, who was previously very strict with Strange, was now very nice to talk to.
This big bald head seemed to admire Superman very much and didn't care, "We already know this, and it isn't a problem."
"The infinite number of universes are not isolated from each other."
"A Sorcerer Supreme's duty is to protect the earth and resist other dimensions."
"Nothing really happens in general. Look, the Ancient One is living a very relaxed and comfortable life."
'Like hell, I would believe that!'
The Ancient One worked overtime every day and pretended to be wounded in order to retire early.
Therefore, working for the Vishanti...
Not only was the treatment average, but he also had to work hard. This wasn't a good job.
"You'd better hire someone else ..."
Luke, who shook his head repeatedly and insisted on refusing, suddenly paused. He suddenly paused, and his soul rippled as if some kind of intense emotion had risen up.
"Find another one -- that's completely unnecessary! If one person has to take on this responsibility for the survival of the planet -- then I'll do it!"
Agamotto froze. He was going to continue to persuade, throwing out some more attractive bargaining chips.
He didn't expect Luke's attitude to change so quickly.
"In that case, the Superman from the other world, Luke Cavill, we award you the title of 'Sorcerer Supreme'!"
Seeing Luke nodding in agreement, the Vishanti didn't hesitate either.
Boom!
Oshtur, Hoggoth, and Agamotto spoke in unison.
The overlapping voice was like a stone thrown into the river of stars, causing ripples.
Their voices, seemingly clear and distant, were heard throughout the many dimensions of the worlds.
"Supreme... Superman...?"
The Ancient One in Kamar Taj stood up, surprised and puzzled.
'Why didn't Stephen Strange, who was originally selected, get the approval of the Vishanti?'
'Superman, became the Sorcerer Supreme?'
As his thoughts turned, the Ancient One seemed to think of another possibility.
"A big crisis was brewing?"
The old man was worried. 'Is this why the Vishanti didn't choose Strange?'
He still needed to sharpen his skills and grow and wasn't good enough to take over the Sorcerer Supreme position for now.
"The Sorcerer Supreme is ... Superman?"
Thor, in the Bar With No Doors, spurted out a mouthful of beer.
Rocket, sitting opposite, wiped the smooth fluff and smashed the beer bottle with his hand.
One raccoon, one person, wrestled into a ball.
Next to them, Loki's eyes flickered as if she had an idea.
At the same time, in many dimensions.
From up in heaven and down in hell, all the multidimensional bigwigs who could hear the Vishanti's voice were informed of the shocking news.
"Haha, a young Allfather ..."
"Supreme ... Superman!"
"The game just got more interesting."
"..."
Eerie snickering or meaningful words rang out quietly from all dimensions of the universe.
"I used to hear people say that they accompanied their friends to competition, and then the others were selected... This kind of nasty soap opera drama could also happen to me."
Leaving the world of the Vishanti, Luke returned to Kamar Taj and the residence of the Ancient One.
He shook his head and sighed as if he had received a hot potato.
"Don't worry, Strange. I'm sure I won't be able to do this job for long, so I'll give it to you later."
Luke patted Strange on the shoulder and consoled.
He thought he was a substitute, but he didn't expect to get the trophy.
'The Tenth Metal ... I can't. It's for the quest. '
Seeing Strange, who had nothing to gain, there was a hidden loss on his face. Luke could only shrug his shoulders and express his helplessness.
He would have refused, but the task that appeared prevented him.
[Main Quest: The Great Change of the Multiverse, Crisis on Infinite Earths!]
[Requirements: Become the Sorcerer Supreme and become a qualified player.]
[Reward: The [Tenth Metal], Element X (It is full of the purest possibilities and can be transformed into any weapon.)]
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