As the only disciple of the Supreme Magician for many years, Modu had long considered himself the rightful heir of the Supreme Magician and Kamar-Taj. However, now seeing this magic-averse junior disciple gaining the affection of The Ancient One, he of course had his own thoughts.
What shocked Modu the most was that The Ancient One actually asked him to get in touch with Dormammu.
In Kamar-Taj, the magic most people used was white magic, from Hogwarts or other gods of order, black magic was absolutely prohibited.
But due to the vague definition of magic, most mages don't just use white magic. For example, Setorak's deep red ribbon, the power from the Crimson Dimension is not violent, many novice magicians will use his magic, but Setorak is clearly not a god of order.
Therefore, there are some mages who consider themselves extremely powerful and use the power of the Dark Dimension, this point, The Ancient One and Baron Mode are aware of.
The Ancient One turned a blind eye to this, as long as the magicians can control their own powers, the Supreme Magician would not pursue it.
But not pursuing it, and bringing the contact with the Dark Dimension to the table, are two completely different things.
Many magicians in Kamar-Taj are wondering, what does The Ancient One want to do? Of course, they don't think that the Supreme Magician will join forces with outsiders, they just suspect that The Ancient One has finally found a way to kill Dormammu, and wants to trick him into coming into their trap?
And Modu was even more uneasy, because his contact with Dormammu was much deeper than The Ancient One knew.
Modu's research into black magic was extremely thorough, and he was confident that the Ancient One hadn't discovered all these things. But suddenly one day, The Ancient One told him to contact Dormammu, the Darkest, most chaotical, and the Lord of the Dark Dimension always thinking about invading Earth!
Needless to say, Modu was perturbed.
Could it be that my secret liaisons with the God of the Dark Dimension has been discovered? Is this a warning from the Ancient One? Or has the Ancient One truly found a way to defeat Dormammu? And then, what am I supposed to do?
As mentioned before, Modu has one characteristic. He is a very traditional mage, or simply put, he truly believes in magic.
At this time, an idea gradually formed in Modu's heart. After he came back from the Dark Dimension, no one knew what he and Dormammu had talked about.
And soon afterwards, Strange also met Dormammu. Not only Dormammu, but also the famous Cosmic Sorcerer Setorak, Lord of the Crimson Dimension, Mephisto, the ruler of Hell, and a large number of famous cosmic sorcerers whose impressive names could astound anyone. He's encountered them all.
Their meeting place was the Fairy Palace of Asgard. The meeting was presided over by Odin, the Father of all Gods. The initiator of the meeting was Earth Supreme Master The Ancient One, and standing next to The Ancient One was Strange, who became a bit wobbly at the knees in front of these big shots.
After constant harassment from The Ancient One, this luxurious lineup finally gathered. And Strange never dreamed that he would have to give a speech in front of these big shots who could make the whole cosmos tremble with just a stamp.
Strange regretted, he regretted very much.
When he stood in the center of the Fairy Palace, to his right was a cluster of rolling black fog, a blurred human figure releasing an infinite darkness inside it, which made people suffocate just by looking at it.
To his left was a huge red whirlpool. Behind the whirlpool, you could see a boundless world, and an even larger monster sitting on top of that world, its eyes alone enough to devour everything.
In front of Strange was the raging Hell Fire, a staircase full of corpses leading to a tall throne, a vague demon sitting on the throne, watching the world from Hell.
Next to these three big shots, there were many weirdly shaped monsters that would almost drive people mad with fear at first sight.
Strange stood in the middle of these demons. He felt he must have gotten on a pirate ship.
But things had come to this point, it was not a situation where Strange could choose not to speak, he could only grit his teeth, stamp his foot, and muster up the courage to talk about that shameless and despicable plan.
In the laboratory, Strange recounts his experience with a tired face, "...I'd just started talking when that demon descended from his throne. He appeared right above me, can you believe it?"
"An entire sea of hellfire appeared over my head, and I could even hear the screams of souls within it..."
In a tone of utter desolation, Strange continues, "Thereon, this demon god called Setorak stuck his head out of the whirlpool. Do you have any idea how terrifying a sight that was?! One strand of his beard was larger than all of me!"
"I can't even begin to describe to you all what they were." Strange holds his forehead and says, "I feel that following this experience, there's nothing in this world that I will be afraid of."
"So, how did the negotiations conclude in the end?"
"I finished speaking and went back to my teacher. Before they began conversating in a serious tone, the atmosphere was still a bit scary."
"And then?" Connors also asked curiously.
"After that...." Strange showed a strange expression, "They began arguing, and the arguing became more and more fierce. In the end, even Odin had to start mediating."
"Initially, they were making sense, but later it became a competition for volume, and in the end, it had all come down to who had the biggest fist."
"You mean they had a fight?"
"God King Odin was planning to mediate, but apparently, one of the demon gods insulted him. He immediately dropped a thunderbolt on them, and then within a few seconds, the sky above Asgard turned into a mess..."
"In the end, most of the demon gods had either fled or were dead, and only those that were exceptionally powerful sat back down to continue the discussion."
"They continued the discussion?"
"That's just how negotiations with demon gods are, the Supreme Magician explained to me. When they gather, they are bound to fight first and only those who survive are left to negotiate."
Strange sighs and continues, "After they sat back down, I realized they didn't even understand one-tenth of what I'd said."
"They raised a lot of questions. I answered as best as I could, but there were still many questions, especially from Mephisto!"
Strange's tone became somewhat angry, "He threw a bunch of messy questions at me. I couldn't answer some of them, and he actually cursed me for being ignorant! I'm a neurosurgeon! Not a financial professional, how would I know how the base interest rate is calculated?"
"So, what was the outcome?" Shiller asked.
"The remaining ones all agreed to participate and even paid a deposit, which is this." Strange picked up a crystal ball on the table, "This is pure magic energy provided by them. It doesn't contain any personal properties and can be used directly, and it doesn't have to be returned."
"But the condition is that we need to send some professionals to answer their multitude of questions."
"That's easy, tomorrow I'll have Nick go find some trustworthy financial professionals from the prison."
"But we surely can't send these people to meet those cosmic sorcerers, can we? They'd be scared to death."
Shiller asked Strange, "Do you know of something called a telephone?"