Superman

It has been two weeks since the eight candidates for the Supreme Mage Competition came to the small town of St. Fangansa.

Each of them took action and began to carry out what they thought was "rescue".

Loki, the princess of Asgard, the god of mischief and trickery, and her silly brother first found the mayor.

"What? There is gold buried under the ground in the town of Santo Vanganza?"

The mayor met the two strangers in his office, and then learned a surprising news.

"That's right."

Loki adjusted the tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose and said seriously.

She changed her outfit, wearing a black lace hat and a pair of long riding boots.

Wearing a half turtleneck white shirt and suit trousers makes you look particularly smart and dashing.

Of course, it also fits the image of a female scholar she designed.

"We are geologists from the Royal Academy of England. After careful investigation and repeated confirmation, we believe that there are huge gold reserves buried under the town."

Seeing the suspicion on the mayor's face, Loki spoke firmly and pulled out a stack of drawings from the satchel hanging on his waist, which described the topography and landforms near the town.

If you want to win people's trust, you have to act like a professional.

Loki believed that there was nothing wrong with her impersonation.

The mayor's distrust must come from Saul.

He is more like a bodyguard than a geologist.

"Mr. Mayor, look, here, and here, the gold that has been mined is buried here that has not yet been discovered."

Loki pointed to two places and spoke in a low voice.

"I have explored the composition of the rocks nearby and verified the age. It can be initially determined that a gold mine with rich reserves is located underground in San Francisco."

She said excitedly and danced.

The expectant eyes and excited tone constitute superb acting skills.

Sol, who was standing aside, almost began to wonder if there really was a gold mine waiting for the residents of the town to mine it.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Undoubtedly, the mayor was moved.

There was indeed a gold rush in the western region, attracting an endless stream of adventurers in the past century.

With the dream of getting rich, they took the train and traveled long distances to this desolate land.

At that time, everyone said that the West was full of gold.

They are exposed on the river bed, and you can find large, large chunks of gold by simply digging.

However, in fact, not many people in the vast gold mining brigade have made a fortune through this.

The ones who really made the first pot of gold were the businessmen who provided services to the gold diggers.

"We can provide professional advice, mining methods, and some machinery and equipment."

Loki acted very shrewdly, and she made a condition: "But I need a large number of workers to carry out excavation work."

"This is no problem. However, how should the salary be settled?"

The mayor stroked his beard.

He already believed in the two foreigners in front of him.

Although the gold rush in the western region has long passed, people's yearning for gold and their desire to get rich overnight has never cooled down.

If there really is an undiscoverable gold mine waiting to be mined underground in the small town of San Francisco.

Well, this is good news for everyone.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say."

Loki smiled slightly, as if he had already thought about it.

"The reason why I found Mr. Mayor is that I hope you can lean in this aspect and reach cooperation."

"Workers' remuneration is a huge expense. I need to purchase mining equipment and hire a professional team, which will inevitably consume a lot of money in the early stage."

The mayor frowned slightly, understanding what Loki meant, and asked uncertainly: "You mean, I will bear the workers' compensation..."

"That's right. Think of it as a stock investment. For every ounce of gold mined in the future, you will have one-third of it, Mr. Mayor."

Loki said slowly.

The mayor hesitated, thought about it for a while, and finally nodded vigorously.

Westerners are always irresistible to the temptation of gold.

"St. Vincent has no gold."

After walking out of the mayor's office, Sol scratched his head and said.

He wondered why Loki bothered to weave a lie. Would it do anything to pass the test?

"I know. But people are hungry for gold."

Loki put his hands behind his back and said with a slight curl of the corners of his mouth: "The residents of the small town of San Francisco. They sold their souls to the devil and became degenerates."

"So, every night, the desire for violence, greed and killing will prompt everyone to behave like beasts."

"The test question set by Emperor Weishan is 'Rescue'. But what is salvation?"

"Let them be saved and ascend to the kingdom of heaven?"

"This is impossible. A fallen man who has turned his back on God cannot be forgiven."

"A lot of wealth, a good life, a bright future...these are the things people yearn for."

"I give the people of St. Vincent a small town a goal and let them dream about it. Isn't this a kind of salvation?"

The princess of Asgard smiled slyly, and the day and night of St. Vincent were two sides of the same coin.

She believes that as long as the town residents are calmed during the day in some way, they can be saved at night.

"Dreams are the easiest place to feel satisfied."

Loki murmured softly, with complicated emotions hidden in his eyes.

"But they will always wake up."

Thor said hesitantly.

Loki, who was walking in front, raised his chin and said proudly: "Don't forget, I am a master of illusion."

…

…

"The dark dimension is a place of peace of mind, and it is a place of eternity. There is no concept of time there, and there is no death."

Like a pious preacher, Casillas distributed handwritten leaflets and kept talking.

At the beginning, the residents of the small town of Santa Fangansa maintained an attitude of rejection, ridicule and contempt for this heretic.

But in the next few days, Casillas showed an extraordinary side.

He was like an ascetic who had never eaten.

After five or six days, not a drop of water came in.

Still full of energy and rosy complexion.

In addition to distributing leaflets and announcing doctrines every day.

Just sit at the entrance of the town and meditate.

People's curiosity began to grow, and they took the initiative to approach Casillas and asked about the dark dimension and what exactly Dormammu was.

"Dormammu is the ruler of the dark dimension. His believers will be able to obtain eternal life after returning to the embrace of darkness."

Casillas said seriously.

He spread his hands, and a bright and warm light slowly emerged.

Seeing such a miraculous sight, the small town residents began to understand more deeply, and then some of them became believers.

In this way, Saint Francis of Assisi gave rise to Protestantism.

Every day, Casillas prayed and preached with an increasing number of believers.

It only took more than a week from the beginning of a few in twos and threes to the massive momentum later.

"You learned this at Kamal Taj?"

Mordo stopped Casillas, who was about to become the leader of the religion, and asked coldly.

Behind his head, the triple halo was bright and dazzling.

The powerful aura of the legendary mage rose up.

"Spiritual belief is an indispensable thing for everyone."

Purple-black lines bloomed in Casillas's eyes, and the energy of the dark dimension eroded his body, while also providing him with a steady stream of abundant magic power.

"When I was most helpless, I heard about the Supreme Mage and Kama Taj, so I tried my best, went through many tests, and finally found the legendary place."

"When Ancient One showed those 'miracles' and opened the door of magic, I thought I had met a spiritual mentor and believed everything he said."

"But he's a liar, Mordo."

Casillas looked at his former classmate from afar, with a sneer on his lips.

In Kama Taj's instruction, it is expressly prohibited that arcane mages can only worship Weishan Emperor and not come into contact with other dimensional demon gods.

Even using spells, such as Cytorak's Scarlet Chain and Raggador's Ring.

That's just a temporary loan, not a contract and full trust.

"Ancient One, he violated his oath."

Casillas said angrily.

"Behind the mask of the Supreme Mage's brightness, greatness, and selfless devotion, he is actually an old liar!"

Mordo pursed his lips, he did not believe what Casillas said.

A magic wand suddenly appeared, and wisps of electric light lingered, exuding an aura of destruction.

"What? You want to solve the problem through force?"

Casillas glanced at the increasingly dazzling triple halo, which was the embodiment of the spirit of the three great mages who signed a contract with Mordo.

He didn't think he would lose to Mordo.

In fact, if Strange's contractor hadn't been too powerful, he would have ended the second game in a simple way that was beyond everyone's expectations.

Casillas is ready to make a real settlement with Mordo at that time.

"I will defeat you openly and openly, after passing the test of Emperor Weishan."

Modu was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

The grudge between him and Casillas will be settled later.

The top priority is to complete the last game and gain Emperor Weishan's approval.

Casillas used faith and religion to deceive and fool the residents of the small town of Santa Fangansa, so as to "save" them.

In Mo Du's opinion, this is just a crooked way and cannot last long.

If you want to redeem those fallen souls, you can only rely on the right path.

"The incompleteness of your limbs does not mean that your mind and soul are also incomplete."

Mordo said this.

He learned from the Supreme Master and practiced patience, tolerance and kindness.

Try to save every decadent and desperate poor person, and tell them how the spirit can control the body.

Medical miracles that are unbelievable continue to appear in St. Francis of Assisi.

A paralyzed patient who cannot stand on his legs can actually run.

The blind old man regained his sight.

Those who are frustrated, pick themselves up again.

Soon, Modu was regarded as a master and gained a group of staunch fans.

…

…

"Stephen, have you figured out how to practice your own way of 'salvation'?"

Seeing Strange who looked sad and clueless, Luke asked jokingly.

"Loki treats the residents of the town as donkeys, dangles a carrot in front of them, and uses gold to drive the workers to work hard and make efforts. As long as the beautiful dream is not broken, everything can be maintained."

"Casillas became a religious leader, preaching, praying, and promoting doctrines every day. He told everyone that reality is full of life, old age, sickness, and death, but the dark dimension of Dormammu has eternal life and tranquility."

"Modu healed the physical disabilities of the people in the small town while teaching them how to face life."

"Dr. Voodoo, Mysterio... everyone is actively completing Weishan Emperor's exam questions."

The more Strange listened, the more he frowned.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do."

"If I can't even save myself, how can I save others?"

A trace of self-deprecation appeared on Strange's face. He was once a blindly proud doctor who pursued fame and wealth.

A car accident knocked him from the upper class life of the elite into dust. After losing everything and being reduced to the bottom, he began to reflect on his previous mistakes.

"I can't understand them."

Strange said this.

"The residents of the small town of San Francisco, who were tricked by Mephisto into handing over their souls."

"If I were Dr. Stephen Strange in the past, I would feel that this is the price that should be paid."

"I will stand on high and laugh at their stupidity."

Luke nodded, this is indeed a common style among the elite.

Ridicule those who have made mistakes, criticize them for their ridiculousness, and express their opinions at the same time.

"But now I am Master Strange, a guy who has suffered and found himself."

"So, I naturally sympathize with them and want to save them."

"But I have no idea how to do it."

Strange showed his confusion unabashedly. He didn't think what his competitors were doing was very effective.

Deceptive lies will always be exposed. Blind faith is a rootless tree. If you give kindness without knowing it, you may not be able to gain kindness...

It is already so difficult to save a person.

How to save 3,000 people?

"Can you teach me?"

Strange looked at his contractor.

"To be honest, I have no experience in this area."

Luke shrugged, and seeing a hint of disappointment in Strange's eyes, he smiled and said, "But, I have a suggestion that's not too good, nor is it too bad."

"When you don't know what to do, you might as well put yourself in the position of the Supreme Mage."

Strange was silent for a long time, and his frown slowly relaxed.

"I see!"

he laughed.

"You want to say that if other means cannot be used to save the sinful souls of those fallen people."

"It's better to solve the problem directly from the source! I'm going to find Mephisto now!"

Strange took a deep breath, his eyes full of determination.

Take back the contract of St. Vincent from the hands of the old devil and free the souls of those sinners!

"Well……"

Looking at Strange who put on the magic resistance armor and opened the teleportation channel, Luke couldn't laugh or cry.

"Actually, what I want to say is... forget it, this idea is not wrong."

Anyway, a Supreme Mage who has never beaten Mephisto is not a qualified Supreme Mage.