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Rosso stood up from his chair and stretched. "What's wrong? Now that you're in this universe, don't you want to meet Christine here?"

Christine, who had been watching the newly appeared Stephen, suddenly noticed that she was being mentioned and looked curious.

A hint of unease flashed across Hei Qiyi's face before he regained his composure: "No need. People from different universes are different. Even if she is her counterpart from another universe, she is still not my Christine."

"Yours?" 616 Strange seized on the key phrase, "In your universe, what is your relationship with Christine?"

Black Strange didn't answer him, but only glanced at Christine, who was pricking up her ears and pretending to be nonchalant.

"This isn't over yet. The Chaos Witch has only been temporarily banished from this universe. To completely resolve the Cosmic Collision, we need to find her and ensure she no longer dreamwalks."

"But the problem is, we simply can't cross the universe to find her." Although Reed was confident in himself, crossing the universe was still a bit beyond his capabilities.

"Have you all forgotten what Wanda's purpose was in coming to this universe?" 616 Strange pointed at America, reminding everyone.

America, who had instantly become the center of attention, was now nervously shrugging her shoulders.

"America's ability..." Captain Carter mused, "She can open doors to other universes."

“That’s right,” 616 Strange nodded. “Wanda wants to take America’s power so she can freely travel through the multiverse to find her imagined child. Now, we can use this power to actively seek her out.”

"That's too dangerous!" Christine immediately objected. "America can't fully control her abilities yet, and we have no idea which universe Wanda is in right now. Rushing through could lead to getting lost in the multiverse or falling directly into her trap."

"You may not realize it, but a fully-fledged Chaos Mage can no longer be defeated in the conventional sense. We need a plan, and sufficient safeguards," Black Oddity continued. His gaze returned to Rosso, the meaning clear.

Rosso stroked his chin: "With several Sorcerers Supreme here, plus the support of your Illuminati, dealing with an unstable Wanda shouldn't be a problem."

With Rosso's assurance, Black Oddity began to explain his plan in detail.

(…)

"Persuade?" Baron Mordo sneered. "That witch has gone completely mad; she only hears the voices of her imagined children."

"Then let her 'hear' it," Black Odd said in a deep voice. A complex light flashed in his eyes. "In every universe, the softest part of Wanda's heart is her child. We can use that."

"How exactly do we do it?" 616 Strange asked.

Black Oddity didn't answer directly, but instead looked at America: "Little girl, can you sense the 'call' from other universes? Especially... that kind of call filled with sorrow, longing, and chaotic power?"

America closed her eyes, tried to sense her surroundings for a moment, then nodded somewhat uncertainly: "It seems... there are. There are many faint sounds, but one direction... feels particularly strong."

"That's her," Black Strange affirmed. "Get ready. We need to use your abilities to open a door to the source of that 'call.' Relax, just activate your power, and leave the rest to me."

America took a deep breath, clenched her fists, concentrated, and then threw a punch.

With a loud "bang," a star-shaped portal appeared in front of her.

"Let's go." Black Strange stepped into the portal first, followed closely by the others. Mordo hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.

Rosso watched as everyone disappeared through the door, then smiled at Christine and America, who remained: "Don't worry, with the Sorcerer Supreme here, they'll be back safely."

Christine nodded, walked to America's side, and gently took her hand: "We'll stay here and wait for them to come back."

While waiting, Christine glanced at Rosso several times out of the corner of her eye, her curiosity evident in her eyes.

"Ask whatever you want."

Seeing that Rosso had seen through her intentions, Christine stopped being coy and asked the question she had always wanted to ask: "I want to know, in that universe, Stephen and Christine...

I thought she'd be interested in something big like the multiverse, but it turns out it's still about Strange. Rosso smiled.

"A car accident caused Strange to lose his Christine. And that accident became an 'absolute point in time' that the universe could not change. He tried countless times, used every method, even risking the destruction of the entire universe, just to save her."

Christine and America both held their breath.

"And then?" Christine asked softly.

"The story should have unfolded as he searched the multiverse, attempting to recreate his universe using the souls of countless powerful beings, in order to save Christine."

Hearing this, Christine fell silent and didn't ask anything further. America, however, looked shocked: "Doesn't this make him a murderer? Won't those he captured for sacrifice resist?"

Rosso said calmly, "You're right, there was indeed resistance. But in the end, he still succeeded in achieving his goal, albeit at the cost of his own life."

"Is he still able to appear here because of you?"

"You could say that," Rosso nodded. "I gave him another option, one that didn't require sacrificing his universe or his own choices. The price was that he had to work for me for a period of time to repay this 'debt'."

"You...you saved his Christine?" Christine's voice trembled slightly; she seemed to understand something.

"To be precise, it gave her a chance to 'survive' outside the rules of the universe." Rosso looked at Christine. "You care about him?"

Christine paused for a moment, then shook her head and nodded. "I just... find it hard to imagine that Stephen Strange would go to this lengths for someone else. In our universe, he... he chose a different path."

"Every choice leads to a different future," Rosso said meaningfully. "Your Stephen chose to protect this universe, even at the cost of self-sacrifice. Her Stephen chose to do whatever it takes to salvage it. There is no absolute right or wrong, just different obsessions."

Just then, America suddenly pointed in the direction of the portal: "The door... the door is moving!"