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"Don't even think about it!" Strange's hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals and unleashing all sorts of strange magic imbued with power from other dimensions, bombarding Ultron one after another.

Because the power of the gems was affected, Ultron did not choose to use his mechanical body to directly withstand these seemingly powerful spells this time, but instead kept dodging.

However, his dodges looked somewhat comical because he was enveloped in golden-red energy. But no one could laugh after seeing the gem energy constantly gathering on Ultron's chest, except for Rosso.

"Destroying the universe at the drop of a hat, what a rude awakening." Rosso merely glanced at the brown Soul Stone on Ultron's chest, and instantly, the previously stable energy output of the stone began to surge wildly. Without the Soul Stone to govern it, the energy of the other five stones became extremely unstable. Even the energy singularity, which had been condensed into one entity, began to stir.

"A perfect opportunity!" With his extensive combat experience, Strange seized the moment instantly, increasing his casting speed while yelling at Wanda, "Now! Wanda!"

Upon hearing Strange's reminder, Wanda understood immediately and began to try her best to influence the rules of the Infinity Stones, preventing Ultron from easily accessing their power again.

Under Strange's extremely short magical combo attacks, Ultron began to slowly disappear into the golden portal.

"No~!" After the portal completely swallowed Ultron, Strange's hand seals became even faster, gathering all his energy to unleash an even more powerful attack.

A giant dragon formed from magical energy roared as it hurtled into the portal.

As the afterimage of the handprints in front of Strange disappeared, the golden portal closed simultaneously. He forced himself to stay upright, his gaze first falling on Wanda, who was still in a casting posture, breathing slightly heavily.

"It's over. In that cage, the Infinity Stones were just a bunch of pretty stones. Without the power of the Infinity Stones, Ultron could never have escaped."

With a long sigh, Strange turned around and watched Rosso slowly fall from the sky.

Seeing Strange staring intently at him, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, Rosso, as if he had already anticipated this, slowly said, "Okay."

The sudden "yes" startled Strange, but his eyes gradually lit up.

"I, I mean...you, you can...help me..." The overwhelming joy left him speechless, both eager for confirmation and terrified that it was all just an illusion. He wanted to ask for confirmation, but the words caught in his throat, and only a few trembling words escaped his lips.

"That's right, I can help you resurrect Christine." Looking at Strange, who could no longer speak, Rosso uttered the name he had longed for, but at the moment when Strange's eyes shone brightest, his tone abruptly changed, "So, Stephen Strange, what price are you willing to pay for this?"

"The price..." Strange's eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a deep sense of dejection and bitterness. He unconsciously raised his hands, as if to cover his face, but they fell limply back down.

"I have... nothing left. My universe, because of my mistakes, my arrogance, my powerlessness... has long since perished. All I have left is this broken shell, and this self, burdened with endless sins... Yes, I still have myself!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with an almost frantic urgency and determination: "My everything! I'm willing to give anything to help me resurrect Christine!"

Seeing his unwavering yet slightly crazed gaze, Rosso nodded in acknowledgment.

"Not bad, very energetic." Rosso's tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. "As for everything you've said about yourself..."

"Strange, you have peered into time and manipulated dimensions. As the Sorcerer Supreme, you should know better than anyone that the word 'everything' carries vastly different weight in the eyes of different beings."

Strange's body trembled slightly from the hope and determination that seemed to burst from his chest. He let down his guard, revealing his bloodshot eyes.

"I understand... the title of Sorcerer Supreme, the covenant of Vishanti, the knowledge of the multiverse, and this body and soul burdened with sin... they are all yours, as long as you need them, as long as Christine can return."

"The contract with Vishanti?" Rosso shook his head slightly. "The power of the Lord of White Magic is indeed vast, but it's not necessary for me. As for knowledge..."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Strange's soul essence, seeing the bizarre dimensions and laws deep within his memories. "Your knowledge is more of a 'borrowing' than a true 'possession'."

"You don't really understand that your value lies in yourself as a person."

Strange held his breath.

"Your persistence, your wisdom, the will you forged on the brink of countless failures and madness, and... that flame of humanity that belongs to 'Stephen Strange' that never truly went out even if the universe were destroyed and hope was slim."

Rosso lifted Strange, who was kneeling on the ground, and looked him straight into the eyes. "This is the 'price' that interests me."

"I...I don't understand," Strange said, bewildered. Humanity? Willpower? How could these intangible things be used as bargaining chips?

"The spirit world needs to grow, it needs to become more diverse." Rosso drew a line in the air with his fingertips, and a constantly rotating vortex appeared, within which seemed to flow the whispers of countless souls and the light and shadow.

"You will no longer be the Sorcerer Supreme Strange, nor the universe destroyer who needs to exile himself."

You will be integrated into the cycle of the spirit world as 'Stephen Strange,' a unique soul.

Your memories, experiences, and magical insights will become part of the nourishment for the laws of the spirit world; and your personality and will will be tinged with the colors of the spirit world.

At the same time, the power you have borrowed or seized over the years will truly become part of your own strength, allowing all great power to return to yourself.

At the same time, he looked at Wanda, who looked astonished by the conversation: "Similarly, what I said to him also applies to you to some extent, Wanda."

Although your current power has incorporated some qualities from the spirit world, allowing you to escape the deep corruption of Sithon, strictly speaking, you haven't truly 'integrated' into the spirit world. You are still more like a 'borrower' empowered by the spirit world.

Strange fell into a long silence. The price was more...fundamental than he had anticipated.

It's not about surrendering power or knowledge, but about surrendering the independent existence of the "self" and becoming part of a larger, more unified being. This is almost equivalent to erasing the individual "Stephen Strange" from the cosmic level.

but……

Christine's smile flashed through his mind, as did that sunny afternoon, the pure joy in her eyes after the successful surgery, and the last image of her cold body lying in the ruins.

His universe is dead, and the only meaning for his continued existence seems to be this impossible obsession.

And now, the opportunity is right in front of us.

"So, what about Christine?" He licked his dry lips. "What will become of her?"