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chapter 287 part 2
"Enough! This is all too far-fetched, and the great Dormammu doesn't fear death!" Dormammu roared in a low voice. "Tony, what are you really trying to do?"
"Nothing. I was just feeling annoyed and wanted to vent by cursing at you. I feel much better now," Tony said with a sigh after taking a deep breath.
Dormammu was furious. He wanted to curse but didn't dare to because of Tony's earlier warning.
Tony stood up, dusted off his pants, and turned to leave. Just as he was about to go, he suddenly stopped and said, "Come to think of it, this is the first time you and I have been able to talk 'calmly'... In the past, whenever I tried to chat with you, we'd be at each other's throats within three sentences."
The sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and Tony's figure slowly disappeared. The Magic Prison returned to its silence—a dead, desolate silence.
The air was filled with a foul odor. An ordinary person might think it was a mixture of dampness and mustiness from years of poor ventilation, but Dormammu knew very well: it was the stench of corpses and Dead Souls.
Over the past year, Tony had slaughtered almost every creature that Kamar-Taj had imprisoned over its long history. His methods were utterly brutal; he couldn't care less about the secrets and treasures these creatures concealed, killing them all in one go without any compromise.
The once-bustling Magic Prison now had only him, Dormammu, left... No, actually, there were none left.
Sunlight was the scarcest commodity here. Where Dormammu's pupils should be, two balls of fire burned, bright and glaring. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Hmph, a fledgling and naive Sorcerer Supreme. Far worse than the Ancient One!"
Dormammu muttered a curse. Looking at the wide-open prison door, he felt an extremely faint sense of bewilderment for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it.
Dormammu floated, drifting toward the Outside World.
Had it been the Ancient One, she would never have done this. She would have either directly crushed him while he was powerless to resist, or imprisoned him for life until every last drop of his value was squeezed out—like all his secret information and powerful Dark Magic.
But the new Sorcerer Supreme seemed to have no interest in any of that. Not only did he not use various methods to interrogate him, he didn't even show the slightest inclination to do so.
Moreover, Tony was the master. He could have completely used the power of the Demonic Contract to force Dormammu to reveal all his secrets, extract all of his value in the shortest time possible, and then slaughter him.
But Tony did just the opposite. He just casually threw him into prison and ignored him, only stopping by regularly to chat, have an argument, and then leave.
This time was even more extreme. He directly opened the prison gate, allowing Dormammu to move freely.
"Think I'll be grateful? You underestimate the great Dormammu! I will take back what is mine! Kid, sooner or later, I will seize the upper hand, as long as I am stronger than you!" Dormammu growled, feeling an inexplicable anxiety in his heart.
His massive soul floated in the air, muttering something from time to time.
As he approached the exit, there was no binding magic whatsoever.
Dormammu paused for a moment, then snorted coldly again and cursed, "Naive!" Then, he calmly left the Magic Prison.
Passing by some training grounds, the magic apprentices only glanced at him before paying him no further mind, at most observing him with curiosity for a little while.
It seemed they had already been informed.
Dormammu grew even more displeased and cursed, "Naive! Ridiculous!"
After cursing, he inexplicably felt a bit better. The great Dormammu then strolled around Kamar-Taj with a clear conscience, gleefully admiring his arch-nemesis's territory. For some reason, a hint of pride actually began to swell in his heart...
...
New York City. Wanda quietly stepped out of a Portal. She glanced around furtively, like a thief, then walked onto the street and hailed a taxi.
"Where to, beautiful?" The taxi driver couldn't help but whistle upon seeing the sexy and charming Wanda.
"Queens, Tony's Manor." Wanda thought for a moment and replied in a crisp, charming voice.
"Ma'am, my name is Dofinder, and I'm a professional Driver..."
"Wanda. I said I want to go to Tony's Manor," Wanda repeated.
"Oh? Wanda? Nice name. You're going to Tony's Manor? Oh my god, I know that place! It's a restricted zone! Why would you want to go there?" Dofinder exclaimed.
"Restricted zone? What do you mean?"
"Oh, one of my customers told me about it. That guy wanted to pull a job on tony's Family, but he ended up chopped into a dozen pieces, thrown into a lab for research, and then tossed back out—I was the one who personally picked him up! You can't imagine the scene! I stitched him back together with my own hands! His intestines, his organs, I sewed them all up bit by bit. A real-life Stitch-Monster! It was so exciting!"
The driver, Dofinder, was extremely excited. His hands on the steering wheel were even trembling a little. For him, that scene had been a huge thrill.
"What? Dismembered, and then... stitched back together?"
Wanda was a little stunned, her small mouth hanging slightly open in surprise, making her freshly applied lipstick look even brighter.
"Yeah, unbelievable, right?" Dofinder chattered on, excited to have a topic to bond over with a rare beauty like Wanda.
"That customer of mine, his name is Deadpool. I don't know if you've heard of him."
(end of chapter)
"Enough! This is all too far-fetched, and the great Dormammu doesn't fear death!" Dormammu roared in a low voice. "Tony, what are you really trying to do?"
"Nothing. I was just feeling annoyed and wanted to vent by cursing at you. I feel much better now," Tony said with a sigh after taking a deep breath.
Dormammu was furious. He wanted to curse but didn't dare to because of Tony's earlier warning.
Tony stood up, dusted off his pants, and turned to leave. Just as he was about to go, he suddenly stopped and said, "Come to think of it, this is the first time you and I have been able to talk 'calmly'... In the past, whenever I tried to chat with you, we'd be at each other's throats within three sentences."
The sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and Tony's figure slowly disappeared. The Magic Prison returned to its silence—a dead, desolate silence.
The air was filled with a foul odor. An ordinary person might think it was a mixture of dampness and mustiness from years of poor ventilation, but Dormammu knew very well: it was the stench of corpses and Dead Souls.
Over the past year, Tony had slaughtered almost every creature that Kamar-Taj had imprisoned over its long history. His methods were utterly brutal; he couldn't care less about the secrets and treasures these creatures concealed, killing them all in one go without any compromise.
The once-bustling Magic Prison now had only him, Dormammu, left... No, actually, there were none left.
Sunlight was the scarcest commodity here. Where Dormammu's pupils should be, two balls of fire burned, bright and glaring. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Hmph, a fledgling and naive Sorcerer Supreme. Far worse than the Ancient One!"
Dormammu muttered a curse. Looking at the wide-open prison door, he felt an extremely faint sense of bewilderment for a moment, but he quickly suppressed it.
Dormammu floated, drifting toward the Outside World.
Had it been the Ancient One, she would never have done this. She would have either directly crushed him while he was powerless to resist, or imprisoned him for life until every last drop of his value was squeezed out—like all his secret information and powerful Dark Magic.
But the new Sorcerer Supreme seemed to have no interest in any of that. Not only did he not use various methods to interrogate him, he didn't even show the slightest inclination to do so.
Moreover, Tony was the master. He could have completely used the power of the Demonic Contract to force Dormammu to reveal all his secrets, extract all of his value in the shortest time possible, and then slaughter him.
But Tony did just the opposite. He just casually threw him into prison and ignored him, only stopping by regularly to chat, have an argument, and then leave.
This time was even more extreme. He directly opened the prison gate, allowing Dormammu to move freely.
"Think I'll be grateful? You underestimate the great Dormammu! I will take back what is mine! Kid, sooner or later, I will seize the upper hand, as long as I am stronger than you!" Dormammu growled, feeling an inexplicable anxiety in his heart.
His massive soul floated in the air, muttering something from time to time.
As he approached the exit, there was no binding magic whatsoever.
Dormammu paused for a moment, then snorted coldly again and cursed, "Naive!" Then, he calmly left the Magic Prison.
Passing by some training grounds, the magic apprentices only glanced at him before paying him no further mind, at most observing him with curiosity for a little while.
It seemed they had already been informed.
Dormammu grew even more displeased and cursed, "Naive! Ridiculous!"
After cursing, he inexplicably felt a bit better. The great Dormammu then strolled around Kamar-Taj with a clear conscience, gleefully admiring his arch-nemesis's territory. For some reason, a hint of pride actually began to swell in his heart...
...
New York City. Wanda quietly stepped out of a Portal. She glanced around furtively, like a thief, then walked onto the street and hailed a taxi.
"Where to, beautiful?" The taxi driver couldn't help but whistle upon seeing the sexy and charming Wanda.
"Queens, Tony's Manor." Wanda thought for a moment and replied in a crisp, charming voice.
"Ma'am, my name is Dofinder, and I'm a professional Driver..."
"Wanda. I said I want to go to Tony's Manor," Wanda repeated.
"Oh? Wanda? Nice name. You're going to Tony's Manor? Oh my god, I know that place! It's a restricted zone! Why would you want to go there?" Dofinder exclaimed.
"Restricted zone? What do you mean?"
"Oh, one of my customers told me about it. That guy wanted to pull a job on tony's Family, but he ended up chopped into a dozen pieces, thrown into a lab for research, and then tossed back out—I was the one who personally picked him up! You can't imagine the scene! I stitched him back together with my own hands! His intestines, his organs, I sewed them all up bit by bit. A real-life Stitch-Monster! It was so exciting!"
The driver, Dofinder, was extremely excited. His hands on the steering wheel were even trembling a little. For him, that scene had been a huge thrill.
"What? Dismembered, and then... stitched back together?"
Wanda was a little stunned, her small mouth hanging slightly open in surprise, making her freshly applied lipstick look even brighter.
"Yeah, unbelievable, right?" Dofinder chattered on, excited to have a topic to bond over with a rare beauty like Wanda.
"That customer of mine, his name is Deadpool. I don't know if you've heard of him."
(end of chapter)
