Marvel's Superman

Chapter 300 - 297 | Limbo, Shoot First.

Chapter 300 - 297 Limbo, Shoot First.

The next match gradually entered a fierce and intense stage.

The main point was that each participant should show their ability to cope with the surging Mind Maggots.

There weren't many masters who could successfully pass the test.

In the first 2 hours, the number of people who failed, surrendered, and withdrew was spread out.

After waiting for 4 hours, most of the participants were holding on to their last hope.

They extinguished the magic furnace one after another, crushed the tokens, and got out of the Dream Dimension.

Those people were very rational and understood that risking their lives to fight for a position with little hope wasn't worthwhile.

Of course, there were also a few more aggressive gamblers…

They didn't realize their regrets until the Mind Maggots swallowed them up, ate their active thinking, and turned their full soul into an empty shell.

At that time, it was too late.

5 hours passed, and less than half of the original 42 participants were left.

It continued for 6 hours until the second hand on the clock jumped to the last bar.

Token in the magic furnace suddenly shattered and turned into a transmission portal with magnetic pulling-like power.

It enveloped the exhausted or helpless participants and took them out of the Dream Dimension in an instant.

It was over.

Sixteen participants finally passed the test.

Strange was one of them.

"How much did you earn?"

Luke didn't rush to congratulate but looked at the dancing and yelling Rocket.

"I can buy a brand-new ship! I'm so rich; I love this battle!"

Rocket jumped on the table and twisted his body like a seizure victim.

This thrilling match was undoubtedly a gamble's favorite.

Especially when they become winners.

The pleasure it brought was simply unparalleled.

Nobody else had paid attention to Strange. Many people didn't expect that he would be able to come out of the entry match and qualify for the next match.

Rocket Raccoon's trust in him had been rewarded handsomely.

"Do you want me to give you half?"

This guy was very friendly and offered to share.

Although that fluffy little face was full of reluctance.

"Forget it. I don't need it."

Luke waved his hand. When he returned to Earth-1024, the credit currency jointly issued by the three empires of the galaxy was of little use.

Besides, when the time came, he could find someone to squeeze money out of.

Compared to getting something for nothing, Superman preferred to do it himself.

10 minutes later, Strange, who had finished his rest, came to the Bar With No Doors.

This became their temporary base. Monako, the old bartender, had no opinion but was happy to welcome him, as long as he had a drink and remembered to pay the bill.

"Stay away from me."

Before Strange entered, he was unanimously rejected by Luke and Rocket.

In his soul, there were many undigested Mind Maggots.

This caused his flesh to smell rotten like it hadn't been bathed in months and consumed canned herring daily. This made people want to avoid it.

"I finally won with difficulty. You aren't going to congratulate me, but show me disgust …"

Strange was a little hurt. Actually, he couldn't wait to come over and share the joy.

"We have seen your courage and means through the live broadcast."

Luke covered his nose and pulled his seat farther away.

"The next game is in three days; can you recover by then?"

For the sake of making money, Rocket's attitude towards Strange was much better than before.

"Just barely."

Strange wasn't so sure. The painful stomach perforation had begun to torment him due to the excessive spell casting in the dream dimension.

Not to mention the beer that Rocket handed over, even drinking a mouthful of water or moving a few times would cause sharp pain, like a knife, burning in his abdomen.

"In the second game, just let me handle it."

Luke smiled.

When a gold king took up this silver match for him, would it still be overturned?

The group of people stayed in the bar to chat, and before long, Loki and Thor also walked through a portal.

Seeing Luke and others, the latter didn't take the initiative to come over but sat down with his sister at the bar.

"Hoes before bros?!"

Rocket was indignant. He couldn't figure out why Thor was so obsessed with that nasty woman.

"Like Quill, his attention is completely drawn to the presence of a female creature."

Luke didn't care about this little thing. Loki obviously had something to hide from Thor.

Otherwise, why else would the Princess of Asgard participate in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle?

'I have a feeling that the plot will enter a violent phase, through a small incident, leading to greater trouble. '

Luke had some kind of intuition, perhaps an Allfather's keen sense of danger.

'But, in this universe, only the Ancient One, Odin could threaten me… I am not some elementary school student from an island country or a human-shaped disaster generator that wherever I go, disaster follows. '

He didn't believe he would be so unlucky as to run into the opening of some big event.

"Hey, that chick, isn't she the second favorite participant in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle?"

Luke was thinking about how to avoid more trouble when Rocket poked him on the shoulder.

Looking along the other's line of sight, two long legs wrapped in thin black silk came into view.

Continuing up, there were tight leather pants and a flat, exposed waist and abdomen.

After that, there was the eye-catching rounded arc.

"Magik, Illyana Rasputina "

Luke raised an eyebrow and called out the name of the other party.

Magik, who was standing at the door, seemed to have heard it.

Her long hair slightly swung as she looked to this side.

"Wow, you see? She's coming over to me."

Strange, who was also concerned, lowered his voice and said so.

As one of the participants in the battle, he rightly thought that the other side was coming for him.

"Save it. What girl would talk to a guy who smells this bad?"

Rocket rolled his eyes, mercilessly bursting Strange's beautiful fantasy.

And indeed, Magik walked by, subconsciously frowning slightly, avoiding the smelly Strange and going around to Luke's side.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Magik smiled, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

She was originally a mutant, Colossus's sister.

At the age of 6, Belasco kidnapped her and brought her to Limbo -- a strange space near the dimension of hell.

Magik learned dark magic there and became a young witch.

Like Selene, the Black Queen, she not only possessed great magical power but also unlocked her mutant talents.

She was able to perform group transmissions, but the accuracy needed to be improved.

Moreover, she could turn into a demon. After wearing magic armor- horns, hooves, tails, and scales would grow, and at the same time, spell resistance, and physical fitness would be greatly improved.

In addition, Magik had an exclusive soul blade that had fatal effects on magical creatures.

With her excellent talent and learning ability, she killed the monster who took herself to Limbo and ruled the area.

Considering various factors, it was normal for Magik to become a popular player in the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.

"Who can refuse a beautiful lady's kindness? If possible, I'd like a martini."

Luke leaned back in his seat. He vaguely smelled the scent of sulfur and magma.

As he could guess, the other party just came from the border of hell.

"Okay."

Magik turned away on her long legs and brought two glasses of alcohol to the table a few moments later.

"Are you a master?"

She asked.

"Sort of."

Luke took a sip. The spicy taste of the martini went straight down his throat and lifted his spirits.

"You don't look like you're from Kamar Taj. You're strong, but you're not so old-fashioned and serious."

Magik was leaning against the wall, showing beautiful curves.

While speaking, she also reached out and squeezed Luke's arm, and her provocative attitude was self-evident.

"I'm a lord-less master."

Luke explained.

He had been to Kamar Taj, also had been to the library, and read The Book of the Vishanti.

However, as long as the contract hadn't been signed, he wasn't considered a follower of Vishanti.

"A rare species! There aren't many lord-less masters nowadays, most of them are weak, and without a source of power, they can't even enter the halls of magic."

Magik seemed more interested and took the initiative to lean over.

The warm and soft charming body was about to squeeze into Luke's arms.

This scene almost made Strange's eyes glare out.

With a 'hiss' of cold air, he felt his abdomen hurt even more.

In those days, Strange was also a prodigal son, with witty conversation skills and full of charm.

But now, those energetic, beautiful young girls didn't even look at him.

It was really embarrassing.

"What can I do for you? I don't think the Queen of Limbo would throw herself at me just after we met."

Luke looked calm and unmoved.

"I think you're a good person to talk to."

Magik licked her lips as if she had come across some delicious snack.

"Do you mean at the mental level or at the … physical level?"

Luke was a little surprised. Was the atmosphere in Limbo so open?

Within 20 minutes of the meeting, she began to think about in-depth communication?

"You can try the latter and experience the former first."

After drinking that glass of wine, Magik pulled out a room card from nowhere and gently stuffed it into Luke's pocket.

"If you have time, might as well come to my room to discuss it."

She blinked like a drifting cloud and disappeared as abruptly as she came.

"That … teacher! I want to learn this!"

Strange was dumbfounded. Before he could understand what had happened, it was over.

He didn't know how superman did it, but it was much more effective than any magic.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave for a few hours."

Luke pinched the room card, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he straightened his clothes and got up.

No matter what Magik's purpose was, no matter whether there were traps or not.

What he was best at was: Shoot first, ask questions later.

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