Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Peter watched the entire Strange surgical procedure from the sidelines.

This also allowed him to confirm one thing.

That means his guess was correct—there is probably no one in the world more suitable to eat a Devil Fruit than Strange.

Starting today, the Avengers will have one less main DPS, "Doctor Strange," and one more, an even more versatile super support, "Doctor Strange."

Thinking this, Peter looked at Strange, who had put away the Room, and commented:

"As you just saw, your current room can only expand to a range of half a meter."

"This means you can only perform minimally invasive surgery on yourself at best, making it difficult to even perform surgery on others, let alone play a role in an Avengers-level battle as I envision."

Strange looked somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this.

After his finger was healed and he gained superhuman strength, his arrogant personality was clearly starting to resurface.

He really wanted to say something to Peter, but considering that Peter was his benefactor, after a moment, the words that were about to come out were:

"I can tell that this is due to my lack of physical strength, and I will work hard to train from now on."

"By the time you achieve the effect I want through physical training, the flowers will probably have withered."

As Peter spoke, he took out the familiar syringe from his storage ring.

The pale green liquid shimmered under the light.

"This is an improved version of the Perfect Lizard Serum. I've reduced the proportion of lizard genes in it, mainly to enhance your physical abilities and strength."

"What about the side effects?"

It was an occupational hazard. When Strange asked this question, his tone even carried a hint of the composure of a former top surgeon.

"no."

"How is that possible!" Strange instinctively wanted to find fault with Peter.

"Do you really think everything that happened to you can be explained by science or medicine?" Peter retorted.

"Okay." Strange awkwardly shut his mouth.

Without much preamble, Peter injected the serum into Stephen's body, and the serum quickly took effect.

The effect is very obvious.

"Room".

As the serum's effects were perfectly integrated, Strange, at Peter's signal, reopened the surgical space.

A translucent spherical space spreads out from the palm of the hand.

This time, Harry instinctively took two steps back.

Because that spherical space showed no sign of stopping.

Half a meter, one meter, two meters, five meters...

Soon, Harry had nowhere to hide.

Because the entire VIP room was enveloped within it, with a diameter exceeding twenty meters, Peter and Harry were also directly enveloped within it.

"A little over twenty meters." Peter nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, that's enough."

Strange stood in the center of this space that was entirely his own, his expression one that could only be described as "maniacal"—

Suddenly gaining two extraordinary abilities would make anyone who came over feel inflated for a while.

He casually pointed to the coffee cup on the table: "Room. Conductor's baton!"

The next second, the coffee cup instantly moved from the coffee table into his palm.

Strange, finding it amusing, then pointed to the sofa cushions next to Harry.

Before he finished speaking, he vanished from his spot and reappeared beside Harry. Where he had been standing, a sofa cushion now stood.

Instantaneous teleportation within space.

"Fuck!" Harry jumped up in fright at Strange appearing out of nowhere next to him.

"Couldn't you have given me a heads-up before you came?!"

Strange didn't have time to pay attention to him.

He was immersed in this unprecedented experience of power, his mind racing through all sorts of possibilities.

His surgeon's mindset led him to immediately think of the incredible applications of these abilities in the medical field—telekinesis? Wouldn't that mean tumors could be removed directly from a patient's body without surgery?

With that thought in mind, he made a cut in his chest cavity without thinking and took out his heart.

Looking at the heart that was still beating in his hand.

Strange's face was filled with a kind of intoxicated feeling, as if he were the creator.

Harry, standing to the side, was deathly pale.

This ability is too overpowered! He can take a person's heart with just one slash. Doesn't that mean that if he wants to, killing anyone is just a matter of thinking about it?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quietly move closer to Peter and suggest:

"Peter, are you sure you don't want to find some leverage against him beforehand?"

"This ability is too bizarre. If he wanted to harm someone, none of us except you could do anything about it!"

"Hey, I can hear you!"

Strange flashed behind Harry once again, and a small ornament on the coffee table fell onto the sofa.

"In this space, I can hear not only your voices, but also your heartbeats clearly."

As Strange spoke, he suddenly slashed Harry with a knife.

"Fuck! Peter, help me!"

Harry was horrified when he saw his open chest cavity.

Although it doesn't hurt, no one would feel comfortable seeing their internal organs floating in mid-air.

"Don't worry, I'm not as stingy as you think!" Strange clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then made a light cut on Harry's kidney.

The next second, a tiny crystal floated in his palm.

"What is this?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"You have kidney stones," Strange replied.

"Normally, this size would take half the life of an average person. But in other words, with this level of physical fitness and self-healing ability, how could you still develop kidney stones? Just how clever of a scheme are you!"

Harry blushed and could only stammer out:

"Mind your own business when it comes to rich kids!"

"Tch~" Strange curled his lip, then ignored Harry standing to the side. After hesitating for a moment, he placed the heart in his hand in front of Peter:

"Mr. Arbitrator, I think you should accept this."

"Oh~!" Peter raised an eyebrow, not expecting that Strange had even mastered the trick of offering his heart without any instruction.

"Accepting my heart means that my life is in your hands at all times."

Strange stated with a serious expression:

"It serves as both a deterrent and a constraint on me."

"As long as my heart is in your hands, whenever I have any impulsive thoughts, I will first think about whether doing so would cause you to crush my heart... This will help me become a calm person."

Upon hearing this, Harry was stunned and began to look at Strange with new respect.

The fact that he could take the initiative to do this definitely demonstrates Strange's benevolent heart.

On the other side, Peter, upon hearing this, did not refuse. He took the heart and, with a flash, hid it in the alternate dimension.

"When you behave exactly like the rest of the Avengers, I'll give it back to you!"

Strange bowed respectfully to Peter:

Thank you for your understanding.