Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 317 It must have been Casillas who crushed your hands.
Strange was stunned.

He blinked, as if he hadn't understood what he meant.

"Failed?"

What is failure?

"Didn't you claim a 99.999% success rate?"

But the staff offered no comfort, instead uttering a statement that plunged him into despair:

"But it failed."

Strange's brain went blank for a moment.

Where are his hands?
What about his future?
What are his career aspirations?
It's all gone!

Strange's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single word, only letting out a low moan.

Then, he fainted.

When he woke up again, a different staff member was in front of Strange.

The new employee looked younger and was wearing the same white coat, but there was more sympathy in his eyes, as if he had just joined the company and had not yet had his humanity completely worn away by reality.

As soon as Strange opened his eyes, he asked anxiously, "Why did we fail?"

"Isn't it said that theoretically it can't fail?"

The young staff member swallowed hard and said cautiously:
“Mr. Strange, your situation is very special.”

"You are a rare case, one in ten thousand, no, one in a hundred million."

"Your body experienced a serious adverse reaction during the experiment."

"This leads to the collapse of the entire limb regeneration process."

Strange frowned, gritting his teeth as he asked:
"Can we do it again?"

The staff member shook his head: "No."

"Your body has begun to reject us."

“Doing it again could lead to even more serious consequences.”

Strange: “…”

He remained silent for a few seconds, trying to accept the tragic reality.

Then, Strange sat up abruptly, his voice rising several decibels:
"Are there any other options?"

Do you have any other technologies?

The staff looked at him with complicated expressions.

"Mr. Strange."

"Our Paradise Group has no other options."

Strange was completely stunned.

"how is this possible?"

"You are the most advanced biotechnology company!"

"Can't you turn people into superheroes?"

"Why can't they even regenerate severed limbs?"

The staff member looked at him, a hint of pity flashing in their eyes, but their tone remained firm:
"I'm sorry, sir."

"We really can't do anything about it."

Strange finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He roared, "Pay up!"

"You took my money, and now you're telling me it failed?"

"I want to complain!"

"I want to sue!"

"I'm going to sue you for false advertising!"

Without batting an eye, the staff member pulled a contract from a folder and pushed it in front of him:
“Mr. Strange, this is the waiver you signed.”

"It is clearly stated above that the experimental results may vary due to individual differences, and Paradise Group will not be held responsible."

"Furthermore, if you experience severe psychological trauma, we will provide you with paid psychological counseling services."

Strange was furious after reading the contract.

"How can this be a liability waiver?"

"This is an unfair contract term!"

"Even psychological counseling services are now paid."

"That's inhumane."

The staff maintained their professional smiles.

"Sir, it's impossible to lose money."

"Please get some rest."

"It would be best to leave before noon tomorrow."

"Otherwise, you'll need to pay to extend your stay."

After saying that, the staff member left the room.

Strange sat on the bed, speechless for a long time.

He looked down at his hands, which were wrapped in bandages, and only one thought occupied his mind:
I am done.

Completely finished.

Not only did I lose both hands, but I also spent a huge sum of money on a nightmare. Now I'm not only physically disabled, but also heavily in debt.

……

More than half a month later.

It's quiet at night.

In a secluded street corner, Strange was squatting next to a trash can.

His world completely collapsed after that failed experiment.

Those fair-weather friends who were initially willing to invest in him revealed their true colors one by one after discovering that he had not recovered his hands.

They kept urging him to pay back the money.

They wanted to make another quick buck before Strange went completely bankrupt.

At the very least, don't lose money.

Strange is busy dodging debts.

But he has not completely given up hope of restoring his hands.

At that moment, Strange sat on the ground, muttering to himself:

"Where can I get my hands healed?"

Just then, a deep voice came from behind:
"Kid, you're still alive?"

Strange was startled.

This voice!

This was the very sound he had heard at the scene of the car accident!

The man who crushed his hands!
Thinking of this, Strange suddenly turned around and looked.

Sure enough, a man completely covered up appeared in front of him.

Despite the slight difference in size, Strange didn't care about those details anymore.

Anger made him lose his mind.

He rushed forward, roaring, "Give me back my hand!"

However, just as he was about to pounce on the other person...

Countless black wisps erupted from the man's body, transforming into countless chains that instantly wrapped around Strange's body, tightly enveloping him and making it difficult for him to breathe.

Strange was shocked: "You're a superhuman?"

"How did I come to have such an enemy?"

He could only silently pray that the superheroes from the streets of New York would arrive soon.

"Captain America, oh no, Mr. President, where are you?"

"Iron Man, come save me!"

Perhaps Strange's prayers had an effect.

Just as the mysterious man was getting closer to him, a golden light suddenly appeared.

The light coalesced into a complex magic circle, and runes swirled in the air.

Immediately afterwards, countless beams of light shot towards the mysterious man like arrows.

"boom!"

The mysterious man was struck by the beam of light and let out an angry roar:

"It's someone from Kamar-Taj again!"

The next second, he transformed into a cloud of black mist and disappeared into the night.

Strange collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

At this moment, a chubby figure slowly emerged from the golden light.

Strange excitedly shouted, "Thank you, superhero!"

Master Wang looked at him and calmly corrected him: "I am not a superhero."

"I am a mage."

Strange: "A wizard?"

Master Wang, feigning ignorance, asked:

"How did you offend Casillas?"

Strange looked completely bewildered: "Casillas?"

Master Wang nodded: "That's right."

"That man just now was Casillas."

"He was once one of the sorcerers of our Kamar-Taj, but later became addicted to dark magic and fell into darkness."

Strange looked shocked after hearing this: "So that's how it is."

"But I'm just a doctor, why did I get involved with this kind of person?"

Master Wang sighed, "How pitiful."

"Casillas actually destroyed his hands."

Strange quickly pressed, "Then can you restore my hands?"

Master Wang shook his head: "I can't do it."

"But some people can do it."

"That is Lord Roger, the Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj."

(End of this chapter)