I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 120 Weird old man
Strange wanted to slap himself in the face. Why did he agree to this?

The scenes in my nightmares were all in the sea, so why did I agree to go to the beach?
Sitting on the bus, Strange's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible force, and emotions of regret surged in waves like a tide.

He looked at the scenery passing by outside the window, but his heart was in chaos. Those nightmare scenes about the ocean kept replaying in his mind, making him unable to feel at ease.

"I really shouldn't have agreed to this."

Strange whispered to himself, his fists unconsciously clenched together, as if this could alleviate the self-blame and anxiety in his heart.

He recalled his previous decision, and the mixed emotions of impulse and hesitation became particularly clear at this moment.

"What shouldn't you have agreed to?"

Christine pouted, looking a little unhappy.

"That's not what you said in bed that night!"

Strange's face froze as he recalled what happened that night.

I really didn't want to agree at first, but in the end I was persuaded by Christine.

There's nothing I can do. I can only blame myself for not having learned the essence of a higher level.

"Christine, I'm not blaming you."

Strange's voice became much softer. He gently held Christine's hand and tried to explain his feelings. "I just... have an indescribable fear of the sea. Those nightmares are not just dreams. Every time I think of the sea, I feel an inescapable depression and uneasiness."

Hearing this, Christine's expression changed from confusion to concern. She gently patted the back of Strange's hand and said softly, "Strange, sometimes the best way to face fear is to face it directly.

Maybe this trip to the seaside will be an opportunity for you to overcome your fear? Together, we can slowly, step by step, explore the things that scare you until you find that they are not that scary after all.”

Let’s hope so.

Since Christine had said so, Strange didn't want to say anything more. He sighed and just hoped that this would be a safe journey.

"Hey, Strange, it's rare for you to come out, so cheer up. You've been living together for so long, could this trip be your honeymoon?"

West was sitting behind them and saw Strange looking gloomy, so he started to tease him.

Morales covered his mouth when he heard this and said, "Then should we not disturb you two?"

"West, please don't talk nonsense. We are just friends hanging out to relax."

Christine's cheeks flushed slightly, and her rebuttal was a bit shy, but also generous.

"Haha, friends can have a good time together! Strange, look how thoughtful Christine is. It's rare to have such a travel companion."

West continued to tease, but his tone was full of kindness.

Morales echoed: "Yes, Strange, you should cherish this opportunity. Whether it is to overcome fear or enjoy the journey, it is best to have Christine by your side."

Strange sighed. These people really loved gossiping. But it didn't matter. Thanks to them, he felt a lot better.

"You are right. I should be more optimistic. I should treat this trip as a challenge to myself."

There was a hint of relief in Strange's words. Looking out the window, the scenery here was beautiful. It was really a great place, which made Strange relax a lot.

Christine responded with a gentle smile, which seemed to dispel all the gloom.

"It's the best thing that you think this way. Isn't this journey just to help you solve your psychological problems?"

Seeing this, West also stopped joking and said seriously: "Strange, enjoy it, this will be an unforgettable journey."

Morales nodded in agreement and said, "I think this trip will be unforgettable!" "Yes, it will be unforgettable."

Christine said inexplicably.

Strange didn't pay attention to what they said. After opening the car window, the sea breeze with a slightly salty scent gently blew across the window, bringing a hint of coolness, and also seemed to take away some of the fear in Strange's heart.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt unprecedented peace and freedom.

As the bus gradually approached the town of Gro, they could see the sea and sky merging into one in the distance, with the azure blue water connecting with the sky, a breathtaking beauty.

"Look, that's Gro Town."

Christine pointed ahead, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Strange looked in the direction of her finger and saw a small town full of historical charm lying quietly by the sea, as if waiting for their arrival.

It looked pretty good, but as the bus slowly drove into the edge of Gro Town, the inexplicable call in Strange's heart seemed to become clearer and stronger.

He vaguely felt that there was some unspeakable connection between this town and his nightmares about the ocean.

Christine noticed the change in his eyes and asked softly, "Strange, what's wrong with you?"

Strange shook his head, then nodded, his thoughts in a turmoil.

"No, I'm not sure... but this place, this town, gives me a very strange feeling. Like... like I've been here before, or I should have been."

Christine held his hand tightly, giving him silent support.

"Strange, don't think too much. This is just an ordinary trip. If you keep dwelling on nightmares, it will only make your spirit worse."

Strange didn't say anything, but the bus continued to move forward.

As the distance got closer, the two opposite feelings of security and uneasiness intertwined.

Strange really wanted to stop the bus, but the words stopped at his lips. There seemed to be a voice in his heart stopping him and asking him to go to the town.

Only in this small town can he find true happiness.

"Strange, don't be so nervous, relax, buddy."

West patted Strange on the shoulder, and Strange forced a smile and nodded to West.

The bus finally slowly stopped at the entrance of Gro Town. The door opened, and a breath of air mixed with the sea breeze and the scent of ancient wooden buildings blew in his face, making Strange take a deep breath involuntarily. He stood up and prepared to enter the town.

As he was about to get off the bus, an old arm suddenly grabbed him.

"Young man, don't go there, go home quickly, while there's still time!"

Strange looked towards the source of the sound in shock, but saw a bald old woman with wrinkles all over her face. The years had left deep marks on her body.

"Old man, I don't know who you are, but my friends are waiting for me, and I can't just go back like this."

Strange hesitated for a moment, but seeing Christine and the others waving and calling out to him, he could only shake off the old man's arm.

"Young man, come back quickly!"

The old man's call did not call back Strange. Although he was a little hesitant, he still walked towards Gro Town without slowing down.

The old man was left alone with a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)