What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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"Who are Dormammu and Cyttorak?" Without the books, Doctor Strange could only answer Ian helplessly. In his heart, he already regarded Ian as the successor who would replace him.

You can't be impatient either.

We still have to trick them into joining our sect.

"It's a dimensional demon god, or you could call it a dimensional lord."

Ian swallowed hard.

He seemed to have realized what the God of Machines, Tony, had done.

as predicted.

"I don't know what a dimensional demon is." Doctor Strange picked up the empty teacup, took a few sips, and when he put the teacup down, it was full as if he had vomited.

"And no one has ever actually seen a demon, because demons are just stories used to scare children. They may appear in movies and TV shows, but they are at most products of people's imaginations."

Doctor Strange's answer remained as matter-of-fact as ever.

A deathly silence enveloped the hall.

"Oh……"

Ian's expression kept changing.

“Tony, you still say you weren’t affected… Oh, he seemed to be silent then.”

His brain seemed to freeze slightly.

"No, then what kind of magic do the mages of Kamar-Taj practice? And this cloak of yours, its power should come from the Triune Vishanti, right?"

Ian seemed to have found a loophole in this world.

only.

"Um... what is Vishanti? You're making me a little confused. It seems you have some understanding of the mage world, but why does that understanding seem to be mixed with a lot of fantasy?"

Doctor Strange stood up from his chair and manually took down the cloak that had been automatically hung on the hanger. Its somewhat cheap and inferior texture looked very out of place.

"This is my cloak of levitation. It's not some Vishanti creation, but a magical artifact I made myself... Heaven knows how much effort I put into making it."

"But that's how it is when you practice magic; you can only rely on yourself for everything." Doctor Strange's tone was full of emotion, and his words seemed to reveal why this place was so desolate.

No creditors!

No backing!

In this Marvel Universe, magic can only be cultivated through personal effort! And the reason for this must be the information Tony added when setting up the Infinity Gauntlet!

Tony tampered with the planning information! He mixed in his own agenda!

"Without a source of magic to bestow power, is there a shortcut for mages? I mean, a more convenient way to cultivate?" Ian swallowed hard, trying to process the information.

"No."

Doctor Strange shook his head.

The way he looked at Ian was very strange.

"So there are people in this world who are lazier than me."

His tone was full of emotion.

"Where did you get this magical artifact? Did you steal it from your parents?" Doctor Strange's attention returned to the magical book Ian had pulled out. He began to consider whether he could defeat Ian's parents, snatch the child, and take him back to Kamar-Taj to learn magic.

And at this time.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

A knocking sound came from the door.

"It's my takeout."

Doctor Strange was immediately drawn to the attention.

He ran quickly toward the gate.

"I didn't see you react this quickly when I knocked on the door. Can't a boy like me be a delivery boy?" Ian asked, puzzled, but Doctor Strange looked even more puzzled.

“You didn’t knock. If you had, I would have heard you,” Doctor Strange said as he opened the door, letting in a gust of cold wind carrying the aroma of cheese.

It's pizza delivery.

The delivery girl was pretty.

Ian looks familiar.

"Hey, Gwen, you've finally stopped wearing leather pants! Do you remember our bond? You owe me over 180 favors, and you can't just renege on that so easily!"

Ian greeted him, trying to gauge whether this acquaintance had any memories of the past.

Yes.

Standing outside the door was a girl wearing a bunny-eared beanie, holding a pizza box in her hands, her nose red from the cold. This beautiful pizza girl was Gwen Stacy.

"what?"

Gwen stared blankly at the boy inside the room.

"you are?"

She felt the face looked familiar, but couldn't quite place it.

“Me? Ian, the Wonder Boy. You begged me to be the new Spider-Man, but I didn’t agree.” Ian keenly caught the fleeting look in Gwen’s eyes.

"I knew it! The bond of friendship can transcend time and space!" Ian was extremely excited. He pushed Doctor Strange aside, rushed out the door, picked up the bewildered Gwen, and ran outside.

"Put me down! This is a kidnapping! It's a kidnapping!"

Gwen was so frightened that she turned pale.

“We have to find Tony! If you remember me, even just a little bit, then Tony must be just like you!” Ian always had his own plans.

"God! What are you saying? What kind of amazing boy are you? You're a complete lunatic! Damn it! Why does this phrase sound so familiar?!"

Gwen punched Ian in the back.

But they found that Ian's back was rock hard.

"Excellent!"

Ian was overjoyed.

"That's it! The power of bonds continues to work!"

He quickly crossed the street.

Behind.

Doctor Strange, who was pushed to the ground, looked bewildered, like a discarded old hag.

"You wretched brat! I was just about to invite you for pizza! And this is how you treat me? Fine, you can treat me like this... Are you even going to come back as the Sorcerer Supreme or not?!"

He stood up, picked up the pizza box from the ground, opened it to eat the pizza, and shouted outside—but the only response he received was Ian carrying Gwen as he rode off into the distance and disappeared in a flash.

Ian was in a hurry.

Because Ian is coming back soon.

"How can he run so fast... Holy crap! He jumped up! He's flying!" Doctor Strange stared at the scene in the distance, and the half-pizza in his hand fell directly to the ground.

After a while.

He slowly recovered from his shock.

"It's only been ten minutes since it fell on the ground, it can definitely still be eaten."

Doctor Strange picked up the pizza from the ground, slammed the door shut in frustration, and walked back into the Great Hall of the Temple. His greasy hands reached straight for the Sherlock Holmes stories.

perhaps.

this moment.

Something in the dark seemed to be tapping into Doctor Strange's mind.

"Wait, what did he just say his name was?" Doctor Strange suddenly ran towards the back hall of the Sanctum Sanctorum, opened a portal, and instantly traversed an extremely long distance.

Kama Taj.

Stephen Strange stepped across the threshold, his boots clattering against the stone floor.

There was no greeting from the apprentice.

There was no conversation between the monks.

Only the mournful sound of the cold wind whistling through the corridors could be heard. The deserted holy site was desolate; the wooden dummy in the training ground was covered in dust, and a few abandoned training clothes hung on the rack, already weathered.

“I remember this name!” Doctor Strange’s footsteps echoed through the corridor as he pushed open door after door, arriving at the dusty and empty library. Doctor Strange’s fingers wandered among the sparsely stocked bookshelves, finally stopping on an ancient book with a gleaming gold cover.

He carefully pulled it out, the spine making a slight "click" sound, as if it hadn't been opened for years, and he needed to blow off the dust to see the large print on the cover.

The empty books contained no written or magical records.

but.

Ian's Magic Book

On the cover.

These large characters, even more golden than gold, are extremely eye-catching.

Chapter 104 The Truth About Tony! Batman Returns! [10k]

Kamar-Taj Library.

Dust particles drifted slowly down in the beam of light.

"This book……"

Stephen Strange wiped away the thick dust on the table with his sleeve, revealing ancient runic markings underneath. He carefully placed the glowing golden tome in the center.

The faint light illuminated the medical doctor's furrowed brow.

Ian's Magic Book

The book title shimmered faintly in the dim light.