Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Although he still felt it was a bit outrageous, Peter eventually agreed to Harry's request.

That afternoon, Peter met Strange in the VIP room of his own company, Parker Technology, a place he hadn't been able to visit for a long time.

Peter's first impression of Strange could be summed up in two words—down on his luck!

He had a stubble beard, sunken cheeks, and his coat gave off a faint, unpleasant, rancid smell. His ripped pants were covered in dust.

The most glaring thing was those hands.

The stitched scars crawled from the back of my hand to my knuckles, looking like twisted and grotesque centipedes.

Not only was it frightening to look at, but its hands were also trembling constantly.

This reaction, combined with this appearance, makes this once-genius surgeon look exactly like one of those stimulant addicts from Hell's Kitchen.

Upon noticing Peter walk in, Strange stood up as if by reflex.

Because of the hasty movement, his knee slammed hard on the coffee table, causing the exquisite coffee table to tip over, spilling coffee onto the floor and splattering it everywhere.

Upon seeing this, Strange's pupils contracted sharply.

He subconsciously squatted down, knelt on the ground, and shakily used his clothes to wipe up the coffee spill.

He was afraid, afraid that his recklessness would displease the judge on television who could so easily execute alien emperors.

He was even more afraid that the other party would not even bother to meet him and would simply kick him out of Parker Technology.

As he was burying his head in his hands, humbly and sadly dealing with all of this, a strong and powerful hand lifted him up.

At the same time, a hazy white light was applied to the ground.

Where the white light passed, the spilled coffee on the ground seemed to flow backwards, returning to the paper cups, and the overturned coffee table spontaneously stood up.

This amazing scene left Strange completely stunned.

He had seen this amazing sight countless times on television.

Before the car accident, he dismissed such "miracles" as nothing more than television special effects or some kind of illusion.

Even if there really are some magical elements, it would only restore the surface of the object; the inside would still be a mess.

But now, this "miracle" is the only spiritual pillar that keeps him going.

Now, I'm watching the scene I've imagined countless times actually unfold before my eyes.

Strange's body trembled, and hot tears streamed down his face.

Without any hesitation, he, who had just been helped to his feet, knelt down again in front of Peter, completely out of control, shouting and yelling like a manic-depressive:

"Mr. Arbitrator, I beg you, you are my only hope for healing!"

"I'm willing to pay any price to heal my hand!"

Seeing his appearance, Harry felt embarrassed and couldn't help but scold him:

"Dr. Strange, watch your words and actions."

Strange, however, had fallen into a strange frenzy. He roared almost venting his frustration as he recounted his experiences over the past few days.

Just like what happened at the beginning of the movie.

He was involved in a serious car accident while talking on the phone with his assistant about a patient who was about to undergo surgery.

When he opened his eyes again, the hands that he valued more than his own life were covered in scars.

During the violent rollover, the shattered car glass severed the nerves in his hands, leaving him unable to fully regain finger function no matter how much he recovers, let alone continue working as a surgeon.

Such a turn of events is undoubtedly unacceptable for a genius doctor.

So, almost obsessively, he squandered his fortune, hoping to find a way to restore his hands.

Those luxury cars, expensive watches, and mansions left him as a result.

The kill line loomed over him like a nightmare.

Even though less than six months have passed since that nightmarish car accident, Strange has gone from a billionaire to a penniless pauper.

Peter was his only hope at the moment.

……

Seeing the once-spirited Doctor Strange kneeling humbly at his feet in the movie, Peter felt a deep sense of unease.

Peter felt a deep sense of unease.

Especially when he thought about how the other person had been dragged into this state by his own butterfly effect, he felt even more guilty.

If I don't lend him a hand, his fate is almost predictable, given that he will be unable to access Kamar-Taj or be accepted as a disciple by the Ancient One.

His future will most likely be one of struggling on the edge of elimination, until he finally becomes a forgotten fragment of a Gundam on some cold, rainy night.

Peter didn't want this superhero, whom he had somewhat liked in his previous life, to end up in such a miserable state because of him.

Therefore, he remained determined to help the other party defy fate.

He had even come up with a compensation plan.

He then gave the surgical fruit to the other party.

Shi Chuanqi is already a genius surgeon, and with the addition of the Surgery Fruit, this will definitely be a perfect synergy where 1+1>2.

But... that's where the problem lies.

Given Strange's current mental state, and his past arrogant and extremely bad-tempered personality, it's clear that...

Peter immediately handed the surgical results to the other party... Was this helping him or harming him?

A pitiful person who was almost penniless suddenly gained a conceptually powerful ability...

Peter didn't want to personally train someone only to have to kill them one day.

After a brief hesitation, Peter finally spoke:

"Dr. Strange, do you want to be a superhero?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Strange froze.

Not to mention him, even Harry, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

"What?"

Peter repeated it.

"I'm asking you, do you want to be a superhero?"

Strange stared at Peter for a few seconds, then answered without hesitation.

"As long as you can heal my hands, I'll do anything, even become a male escort, let alone a superhero."

Good guy.

It's this taste.

If this guy ever sits at the same table with Tony and Harry, he'll steer the conversation toward adult topics within three sentences.

Peter, barely managing to suppress the urge to smile, said with a hint of helplessness:

I'm not kidding you.

"I don't have any either."

Strange crawled to Peter on his knees, his face displaying a kind of fanatical devotion:

"I can sign contracts, confidentiality agreements, and even indentured servitude agreements. You can be my family's private doctor, or I can work as a field agent for the Avengers..."

"stop."

Peter interrupted him.

"In my opinion, now that your hand is healed, there's only one thing you'll do: go back to the life you used to live."

"You might even go further!"