All Gods: I Became a God by Loading Templates

Borrowing the power of other dimensional demons, even the white magic of the Triune Vishanti, will come at a corresponding price.

It's an equal exchange; you have to pay back what you take!

But the magic of the Dark Dimension is different; it's extremely cost-effective. Not only does it require less effort, but the special effects are also incredibly cool. With black wings draped over your back, you're just as stylish as you can be.

Take Kaecilius, for example. He's a master of dark dimension magic and the most dazzling guy in Kamar-Taj. The royal court is practically green with envy.

"I have a task for you. This person is currently in Kathmandu. Bring him to Kamar-Taj."

Lin Bei took out a photo of Strange and added, "But don't be too deliberate. Let him suffer a bit and know that entering Kamar-Taj is not an easy thing."

"I understand."

Wang respectfully took the photo, glanced at it casually, and pondered how to handle things well so as to satisfy the Supreme Master.

After explaining these things, Lin Bei closed his eyes to rest. He had gone to great lengths to bring Strange into the magic hall.

On the surface, Strange found Kamar-Taj entirely on his own, but if Lin Bei hadn't provided several clues and guided him at the right time, Strange would never have found it in his lifetime.

As for fate, it exists if you believe in it, and it doesn't if you don't.

Lin Bei didn't quite believe it, because he had already changed the fate of many people, including himself.

It may seem like things have changed, but what's the reality?

From a philosophical perspective, this may be the true destiny!

There's no need to worry about things. Thinking too much is pointless. The universe is vast, and humanity is small. We're just ordinary people, so why bother ourselves?

However, Lin Bei still decided to make Strange the Sorcerer Supreme, regardless of fate, to fulfill the Ancient One's 'last wish' and thus shift the blame to him.

Just like how the Ancient One shifted the blame onto him back then!

Lin Bei spent a lot of time and energy searching for Kamar-Taj, and suffered a lot of injustice because of the unscrupulous Ancient One.

Of course, this wasn't the reason he made Strange suffer; rather, it was because Strange had to endure this suffering.

Like a monkey's teacher, Grape, who, after some quick calculations, realized that his apprentice had been born, but he couldn't go to pick it up; he had to let it come to him on its own.

It's okay if it can't find it; I'll pretend to be a woodcutter and give it directions.

It's like the Ancient One, who knew long ago that Strange and he were master and disciple, but still ignored it, didn't care about losing his hand, and patiently waited for Strange to come to him.

Take the bald woman in the movie as an example. When Strange came to her door, he was thrown out. Strange constantly tested her with hardship.

But in reality, even S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't find Kamar-Taj, so how could Strange possibly find it? Lin Bei simply didn't believe it was possible without the guidance of the bald woman.

This is only possible because she's a bald woman. If it were one of the white-bearded old men from Linbei's side, who knows what kind of insane things he might do. After all, it's not like that old man has been lacking in common sense for just a day or two.

Lin Bei sometimes wondered what would have happened to Strange if he hadn't temporarily taken the blame and become the Sorcerer Supreme.

The scene was too beautiful for Lin Bei to think about; he could only say that it was a great blessing in Strange's life to have met him.

Upon thinking about it, Lin Bei understood.

Only when something is hard-won will we know how to cherish it. From a teacher's perspective, this is a test.

Winter goes and spring comes, rainbows appear after the rain; only by overcoming numerous hardships will the fruits of success taste especially sweet.

My spiritual realm is soaring, and my sense of accomplishment as a teacher is increasing by 1, 1, 1...

Bang!

A muffled thud interrupted the +1. Lin Bei opened his eyes and saw Wang covered in sweat, with a... pig's head lying on the ground! ?

Why has Strange gained weight?

Lin Bei stared wide-eyed, not understanding what had happened, and looked at Wang with a puzzled expression.

Wang Wei bowed slightly: "Supreme Master, as you requested, I made him suffer a bit so that he would know that entering Kamar-Taj is not so easy."

"Uh, it's not broken, is it? No, you didn't reveal your identity, did you?"

Lin Bei's expression was strange; this suffering was truly simple and brutal.

"Please rest assured, I did not inflict the injuries on him. It was a group of thugs. I was just a bystander who intervened to help."

Why do you seem so skilled at it?

Wang smiled slightly: "Master Mihar taught me how to guide a novice onto the right path. This is my duty as an assistant. This is my first time doing it in practice. Before, I always watched other masters do it."

No, you've been misled!

Lin Bei wiped away a cold sweat. Sure enough, the reclusive masters were all fake, and the hardships on the path of learning were all just a routine.

"Supreme Master, what should we do with this person? Should we put on the act again?"

"No, take him into the main hall, I'll handle the rest!"

Lin Bei's eyebrows twitched slightly. Seeing Wang's clumsy handling, he couldn't help but say to Strange, "Be careful not to break it."

"Please rest assured, I've assisted you many times, we're very familiar with each other."

"Hmm~"

In a daze, Strange felt an intense stinging pain on his face. He shook his head slightly and opened his eyes, finding himself lying on the cold floor.

This is an antique-style hall with wooden beams on the ceiling, ink paintings and calligraphy on the walls, and vases and ornaments on the bookshelves, all exuding a profound charm and a timeless atmosphere.

Even though he couldn't understand it!

Two portraits hang on the wall in the center: an old man with white hair and a young man with black hair and black eyes. The contrast between the old and the young is striking, yet they give people a very similar feeling.

Strange observed for a while and realized that this similarity was called temperament; they both seemed to be people you couldn't mess with... extraordinary people.

On the altar in the main hall, wisps of incense smoke curled, filling the air with a unique scent—not the fragrance of flowers, but something invigorating and calming, as if transporting the mind and body away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The owner of this place must be a reclusive master!

If you're even bolder, this is Kamar-Taj, the secluded paradise where sorcerers live in seclusion!

A glint flashed in Strange's eyes. Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly got up from the ground, only to turn around and see a JTS-3 model robot!

"?"

Strange rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't mistaken; it was indeed JTS-3, the most expensive and advanced robot on the market.

The JTS-3 robot nodded slightly to Strange, picked up a watering can to water the plants in the house, and then took out scissors to carefully prune the branches.

Strange was dumbfounded. Had all the reclusive masters kept up with the times?

Before he could finish his daze, two more JTS-3 robots entered, one carrying a feather duster and a rag, and the other carrying a broom and a mop, and began cleaning the main hall.

"This is way too extravagant..."

Strange was speechless. The JTS-3 was expensive, with a single spot fetching an astronomical price during pre-sales, yet this reclusive master kept three of them.

"Tea please!"

The fourth JTS-3 appeared, handed over a teacup, and refilled Strange's cup with a teapot.

"..."

Strange choked on his words, which was quite abrupt, but there was no rule that a reclusive master couldn't be a rich person.

That's way too much money!

For a moment, Strange felt a little panicked, feeling that even if he sold himself, he still couldn't afford the hermit's consultation fee.

“Biu biu biu~~~”

"Supreme Sorcerer, your skills are truly amazing. I am no match for you at all."

"No, it's because you're too bad at the game."

"You're right!"

A conversation came from behind the screen. When Strange heard "Sorcerer Supreme," his body trembled. He didn't understand it, but it sounded impressive. This person was a reclusive master who could surely heal his hand.

He strode forward, walked around the screen, and was stunned again. He saw two huge triple-screen monitors back to back, with two black-haired Asians sitting opposite each other, holding the handles and engaging in a fierce, amateurish game of wrestling.

Strange: ∠(°ゝ°)??

Are these two... the sons of a reclusive, highly skilled family?

"Outsider, you're awake?"

Upon seeing Strange, Wang was overjoyed and dropped the game controller. He wasn't a good gamer; he was a complete noob.

He used to think it was hard to win, but today he finds it's even harder to lose!

But he had to lose, because Master Michal had repeatedly emphasized that if he offended... well, if he managed to win a single round by exceeding his usual standard, he could forget about ever staying in Kamar-Taj again.

Wang had painstakingly devised various methods to make his defeat less obvious. Just when he was sweating profusely and felt he was about to give up and win, Strange arrived.

Savior!

"It's you!?"

Upon seeing Wang's seemingly honest face, Strange was horrified and took several steps back.

"What's wrong? Do we know each other?"

Wang's heart skipped a beat. He scratched his head and revealed a simple and honest smile.

"It's you! You're with the group that beat me up! I saw it all!" Strange panicked and turned to run without saying another word.

Today, as always, he searched for Kamar-Taj with a devout heart.

Unexpectedly, without having offended anyone, a group of thugs suddenly jumped out, grabbed him, and gave him a good beating, calling him shameless while hitting him, and deliberately hitting the places that hurt the most.

Based on his experience as a doctor, Strange judged that the group was organized and premeditated, and that their force was precise, hitting hard but not fatal, clearly indicating that they had received professional training and were not just looking for trouble for no reason.

Just as he was about to be beaten unconscious, the fat man standing in the crowd suddenly shouted and chased the thugs away with a few punches and kicks, staging a heroic act.

Strange did indeed faint, but before he lost consciousness, he clearly saw that the fat man and the thugs were in cahoots, and he gave them an OK sign.

Therefore, this is not the residence of a hermit, but a den of thieves!

Having figured this out, Strange dared not linger, fearing he would be devoured alive. He rushed out the door and ran into the distance, not knowing where he was going, but running was the right thing to do.

"..."

The atmosphere in the main hall was incredibly awkward. Lin Bei was speechless, while the king beside him turned pale. He had messed up the very first task assigned by the Supreme Mage, and this was the end for him.

"What are you waiting for? Go after them!"

"I'll go right away." Wang nodded hurriedly and dashed out of the main hall.