I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 128 The final destination
"do not come!"

Strange pulled out a knife and pointed it at his neck.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of determination and pain, as if at this moment, he was standing on the edge of life and death and made an extremely difficult decision.

"Christian, Casillas, and West, I appreciate everything you have given me, including this opportunity to see the world in a new light, but I have my principles and my bottom line.

I cannot accept being associated with the forces that brought disaster and fear, even if they are given new interpretations or meanings.”

Christine's face turned pale in an instant. She tried to get closer to Strange with trembling hands, her eyes full of pleading and confusion.

"Strange, please listen to my explanation. Things are not what you think..."

"No, Christine, stop talking." Strange interrupted her, his voice was soft but firm, "I know you care about me, and I care about you, but this care can't be an excuse for me to give up my principles. I must stick to my beliefs."

Seeing this, Casillas slowly took a few steps forward. There was no anger or threat in his eyes, only deep compassion and understanding.

"Your Highness, your courage and perseverance are admirable, but why do you linger on the mortal world? Join us and serve the great Cthulhu. Only in this way can you obtain ultimate salvation."

Strange took a deep breath, and the knife in his hand trembled slightly, but he did not put it down.

He looked at Christine, a hint of reluctance flashed across his eyes, but was immediately replaced by determination.

"Christine, forget me and go find the path you truly believe in. I will continue to pursue the light and justice in my heart."

After Strange finished speaking, he slit his throat with a knife.

"do not want!"

Christine's screams tore through the air and she rushed forward desperately, but it was too late.

Strange's actions were decisive and swift. The blood instantly dyed his clothes red and also hurt Christine's heart.

Christine knelt down beside Strange, her hands trembling as she tried to cover the blood that kept flowing out. Tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string. Her voice was choked with sobs and despair. "Strange, why did you do this? Why don't you join us? We can find a solution together!"

Strange just smiled. The feeling of pain surged up, but what surprised him was that he did not feel suffocated.

After a moment of silence, Casillas slowly spoke: "Your Highness, it is not so easy for the Deep Diver to die."

"Deep Diver..."

Strange muttered to himself, vague memories of this mysterious existence flashing through his mind. On the night of his car accident, he vaguely remembered that someone seemed to have done something to him.

"What have you done to me?"

Strange suddenly jumped up from the ground. He touched his throat and found that the place where he had been bleeding had miraculously healed.

His waist seemed to be a little itchy, so Strange tore off his shirt and was surprised to find that there were some wrinkles on the skin around his waist.

These folds open and close in the air. I didn't feel suffocated just now. Is it because these folds are helping me breathe?

Strange stared in shock at the strange folds around his waist. They rose and fell gently with his breathing as if they had life, and every opening and closing brought an unprecedented strange feeling.

Aren't deep divers marine creatures? How can they breathe air?

Whether it was the strange conditions that happened to him or the characteristics that were inconsistent with biology, Strange, as a professional doctor, was stunned.

"Your Highness, we didn't do anything to you." Casillas' voice sounded calm, as if everything was under his control.

“You have been chosen by the great Cthulhu. He has bestowed upon you his power, giving you abilities beyond ordinary humans, and also giving you a new mission.”

Strange looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and anger: "Mission? What mission? To become a tool for you to control the world? I will never become that kind of person!"

"Strange, don't say that. What's wrong with believing in Cthulhu, joining the Church of Dagon, and becoming a Deep One?"

"But I don't want to be a fish!"

Strange roared angrily, he was a human being and would never live in the sea like a fish!

“Your Highness, you have misunderstood. The Deep Divers are not marine creatures in the literal sense, but followers of the great Cthulhu. They possess the ability to freely shuttle between the deep sea and land, as well as unimaginable strength and wisdom.

Once you become a deep diver, you will have an infinite lifespan and will not die unless you receive too fatal injuries.

Moreover, your hands have been restored to their original state. Isn't this what you have always wanted?"

Casillas explained patiently.

Strange was stunned. Just as he said, his hands recovered and he was the king of the operating room again.

Isn't this what I have always wanted? Now that I have it, why would I be unhappy?

Strange looked down at his hands. The fingers that had been damaged in an accident that almost ended his medical career were now flawless, as if they had never been hurt, and were even more flexible than before.

This miraculous recovery should have been what he had always dreamed of, but at this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions: joy, confusion, fear, and a deep uneasiness about the unknown.

"Casillas, this... all of this, is it really the power of Cthulhu?"

Strange's voice trembled slightly.

Yes, Your Highness. Cthulhu's power is far beyond the imagination of mortals. It can bring destruction, but it can also create miracles. "

Casillas' words were full of temptation, as if he was painting a beautiful picture of the future for Strange.

"So, my every move is arranged by you? Kristen is, and West is too?"

"We have been keeping an eye on you since we were in New York. We couldn't come forward directly, so we recruited Christine into the church. As for West, he is your friend. After arriving in the town, we also recruited him."

After hearing this, Strange remained silent. It turned out that all this was because of him.

This is true for Christine and West. It is because of him that they became deep divers.

"Doctor Strange, you don't have to blame yourself. It is a great blessing for me to be a Deep One. I think you should join us."

West said so.

"My dear, this is not your fault. It was only after I became a Deep One that I realized the beauty of this world. Can you join the Dagon Church as well?"

Christine stared at Strange with her tender eyes, and the latter sighed softly.

Perhaps, this is the best destination for me?

(End of this chapter)