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"Strange, you could try to build a 'spirit library' in the Sanctum Sanctum, to organize and archive the knowledge you've collected from various universes, as well as the knowledge that the Vishanti might grant access to. You could even try to analyze and integrate the magic systems of different universes."

America, you could try to integrate your abilities more deeply with the Vortex System. For example, while ensuring safety, try to "expand" the existing connection channels, or explore establishing new temporary connections for reconnaissance or resource exchange.

He looked at the two of them, his tone becoming serious: "But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. All your actions must prioritize the stability and security of the spirit world. Any experiments or explorations that might endanger the spirit world must be reported in advance and approved by me. Understand?"

"Understood!" they both said in unison.

"Very good." Rosso's smile returned. "Then, settle in and get familiar with the surroundings. Caron will answer your basic questions. I still have some things to take care of."

After saying that, Rosso disappeared from their senses.

Kalon nodded to the two of them: "If you need anything, you can call upon me through your thoughts, or contact the Lord directly. The day and night in the spirit world are different from those in the outside world, so I suggest you maintain your own rhythm of rest and work according to your own habits. Well then, I'll take my leave now."

The figure in white robes quietly disappeared.

Strange and America stood on the shore of the Spiritual Sea, gazing at the newly added crescent moon and starlight in the sky, and then at their new home in the new world, their hearts filled with anticipation and enthusiasm for the future.

"I'm going to see Christine first. Do you want to make your own arrangements or come with me?" Strange turned to America, his tone gentle.

"I... I'd like to familiarize myself with the environment first, is that alright, Dr. Strange?" America asked somewhat shyly. "I want to try and see if I can sense more about the vortex and the connection."

"Of course." Strange nodded understandingly. "Be careful, and if anything is uncertain, contact me or Charon immediately." He pointed to his temple, indicating that they could communicate through the mental connection granted to these "managers" by the spirit world.

"Yes!" America nodded vigorously.

Strange said no more and turned to walk toward the flowerbed area where he sensed Christine was.

His steps were initially hurried, but he quickly slowed down, as if calming himself. Having traversed life and death, the universe, and despair, he was finally about to see her again, in a completely new identity, in a completely new world.

America watched Strange's retreating figure, took a deep breath, and focused her attention on her new "job." She closed her eyes and tried to perceive the spirit world itself more deeply, just as she had when she touched the Vortex Pavilion before.

This time, she no longer merely perceived those four distinct connections, but extended her consciousness like tendrils towards the vast and boundless spiritual sea and expansive "land" of the spirit world.

A strange feeling welled up inside her. She "saw" many things:

She "saw" deep within the sea of ​​spirits those dormant, not yet fully formed, star-like embryonic points of light quietly absorbing nourishment from the spirit world.

They "saw" on land those special inhabitants who had retained their forms from their previous lives. They seemed to have established simple settlements, and were even engaged in some kind of primitive farming and construction, full of vitality, completely different from the legendary land of the dead;

They "saw" the phantom souls constantly emerging from several boundary vortexes, silently wandering around the boundary vortex pavilion;

They also "saw" the iconic white-robed figure of Carona, silently surveying the area where souls gathered.

What shocked her the most was the "activity" inherent in the spirit world itself.

The sun, moon, and stars in the sky seem to have a life of their own, interacting with people on the ground; the earth is also slowly growing and evolving.

"This place... truly feels like a new world," America murmured to herself, filled with awe. She was beginning to understand the weight of the "responsibility" Rosso had spoken of. Maintaining the stability of such a world was no easy task.

She withdrew her consciousness and focused on the vortex. She then attempted to channel a wisp of her energy into the vortex pavilion that connected to the universe she knew so well.

hum-

The Vortex Pavilion trembled slightly, and the light flowing across its surface seemed to brighten a little. America sensed that the passage seemed to have undergone a very subtle change; at least it felt "opener" a tiny bit.

"Success!" she thought with delight. This proved that her ability could indeed affect the Boundary Vortex, and even optimize it.

But she dared not proceed rashly, immediately stopping the energy output and carefully checking whether the channel was stable. Only after confirming that everything was in order did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Since I'm new here, I shouldn't try anything that's bound to cause a big commotion!" America thought to herself.

"It seems I can handle the job of patrolling the realm gates." America clenched her fist, her confidence growing. She decided that her next step would be to systematically test her abilities and compatibility with the various realm vortices, and to try to draw a more detailed "spirit realm connection network diagram."

Meanwhile, beside the flowerbed.

Strange stopped in his tracks. Christine was sitting on a bench not far away, her back to him, quietly flipping through a book made of spiritual energy.

The light filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on her, making her look so real.

He gazed at it silently for a moment, a thousand words churning within him, but ultimately they all coalesced into a soft whisper:

"Christine."

The figure on the bench trembled slightly, the pages of the book in her hand flashed with light, and then vanished instantly. She slowly turned around and saw Strange standing not far away.

There was no expected excited embrace or tearful outburst.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Christine's face, followed by a knowing smile.

"Stephen," she responded softly, her voice carrying a uniquely ethereal quality, "you've come."

Strange smiled too, a smile filled with emotions that defied description.

"Yes, I'm here." He walked over, sat down next to her, and naturally took her hand.

"This place... is wonderful." Christine looked at the vibrant flowerbeds around her and the strange scenery in the distance. "It's better than any paradise I could imagine. Mr. Rosso... is a very special person."

"Yes." Strange nodded, gazing tenderly at her. "He gave me... gave us a second chance. And I, too, found a new path and new responsibilities."

He recounted the events of the past few days in detail. Christine listened quietly, her eyes gentle.

"It sounds like you have a lot to do. But there seems to be plenty of time here." She smiled. "I can help you organize those magic books, or... I can just stay here and wait for you to come back."

"This is the best support." Strange squeezed her hand, feeling the peace and strength coming from the soul connection.

The two sat quietly, enjoying this hard-won reunion and tranquility.