Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

A peculiar, heart-shaped fruit resembling a strawberry appeared in his hand.

Harry looked at the thing and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"The fruit of surgery".

Peter pushed the fruit in front of Strange.

"By consuming it, you will gain the ability to freely control human bodies and objects within a space of your own making, and to freely cut and piece them together."

Strange's breath hitched.

As a surgeon, he immediately grasped the key point.

"Controlling the human body? Including my hands?"

"Including your hands!"

"Hi~!"

Harry couldn't help but gasp:

“Peter, isn’t this thing a bit too outrageous? Are you sure you want to give it to him? Logically speaking, even if you don’t give him this fruit, you can still heal his hands, right?”

“But this fruit suits him perfectly, almost like it was made for him,” Peter replied.

"At the same time, I also hope that he can contribute more value to this society, and not just be a Dr. Strange."

Strange sensed the earnest expectation Peter had for him in his words.

Strange suddenly felt that the fruit in his hand was so heavy that he could hardly bear it.

He even felt that his trembling hands could barely hold the fruit.

But he still held the fruit tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but look at Peter and ask:

“Mr. Arbitrator, do you really think I am worthy of your expectations?”

Peter did not answer the question directly, but instead said:

“Tony used to be a jerk, but now he’s a pillar of strength protecting this planet.”

Hearing Peter compare himself to Iron Man,

Strange suddenly felt a strong urge to "die for one who understands him".

He then nodded solemnly to Peter:

“Mr. Arbitrator, I promise I won’t let you down.”

Having said that, he trembled as he picked up the fruit and swallowed it without hesitation.

The next second, he froze.

He swallowed the fruit with difficulty, his face contorting in pain.

"Ugh~ Is this some kind of fruit that grows out of a sewer?"

He was retching violently, and even suspected that Peter was playing a prank on him.

Peter silently observed Strange; this was probably the moment when one could best see a person's true nature.

If he didn't insult me ​​after all that, then I can probably really trust him to join the Avengers.

After gagging for about three minutes, Strange gradually felt a surge of power within him.

"Room".

The verbs came out almost instinctively.

Immediately afterwards, a semi-transparent spherical space expanded out from his palm.

However, limited by his own physical strength, he could only expand to about half a meter square before he could not expand any further.

"Very good, you can begin the surgery now."

As Peter spoke, he took out his Senbonzakura (thousand cherry blossoms).

The blade scattered, transforming into fluttering flower petals.

Peter used flower petals to form a pink scalpel and handed it to Strange.

Strange took the Sakura scalpel with some skepticism and made a cut on his finger.

His original intention was simply to make a small incision to see if it would hurt during surgery in a space without anesthesia.

But because his fingers were trembling so badly, his hand jerked and one of his fingers was severed on the spot by the sharp blade.

"Fake!"

Strange was so frightened that he trembled and almost cried.

But the next second, he was surprised to find that the severed finger did not fall to the ground, but was floating in the air.

It will not cause pain or bleeding.

Even with the slightest thought, his finger floated back to the broken end.

I tried moving around a bit, and surprisingly, even the nerves reconnected.

This made his eyes light up, and his courage increased significantly.

He stopped testing the waters and began to ruthlessly cut away the hideous scars on his hands with a cherry blossom scalpel.

"The nerve endings were completely misaligned... Damn, how did they even stitch it up?"

He complained as he frantically cut his fingers.

Blood vessels and nerves are exposed to the air, and glass shards are gradually removed during the process.

Under the influence of the surgical fruit, everything that was out of place is being pieced back together in the right place, little by little.

Before long, Strange's hands were completely healed. He tried to clench his fists and felt an unprecedented sense of stability in his hands.

Feeling this long-awaited stability, Strange couldn't help but shed tears.

It's back, everything is back.

Chapter 421 Donating a Heart

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 the Op-Op 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 beginning 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 results I want through physical training, the flowers will 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 is enveloped within it, with a diameter exceeding twenty meters.

“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.

Instant teleportation.