Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 340: Chapter 340



As Stephen Strange recited the prayer, his expression shifted to one of astonishment.

Midway through, he noticed a strand of powerful energy entering his body-divine, radiant, and perpetually exuding brilliance.

So this is divine power?!

As the energy coursed through him, warmth spread throughout his body, akin to the comforting embrace of a hot spring.

The most significant moment came when the energy passed through his injured hands. Strange felt a faint trembling and an itch in his hands.

Could it be...?

A startling realization struck him, but just as quickly, disappointment followed.

The strand of energy was far too little. While it caused a slight improvement in his hands, they were far from fully healed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

If only there were more energy...

Strange's desire grew, his attention drawn to the divine energy itself.

He understood why it had appeared and why it was so limited.

It was clearly tied to his level of faith.

Until now, Strange had only offered tentative belief, a half-hearted attempt at faith.

Yet even this small measure of belief had resulted in the granting of divine power, which left him in awe.

"Such generosity from this deity?"

Even with just a hint of faith, divine power had been bestowed. This stood in stark contrast to other dimensional demons, who operated like parasitic overlords.

For Strange, this unprecedented benevolence was difficult to grasp.

Watching Strange's expression of desire, Kaecilius smirked knowingly.

No one can resist the gifts bestowed by the master.

He was confident that Strange's attitude toward the master would soon change drastically.

Meanwhile, Syd observed the scene with interest.

Let's see what choices Stephen Strange makes next.

By the next morning, Strange's demeanor had already begun to shift.

The most obvious sign was that his hands no longer trembled.

Though his faith wasn't particularly devout, the divine power had been sufficient to heal an ordinary injury like his.

With his hands restored, Syd sensed Strange's faith evolving from tentative belief to that of a standard follower.

Inside a dimly lit room, illuminated by two oil lamps, Strange stared at his hands, oscillating between joy and confusion.

Not long after his hands healed, the divine energy flowing from the ether intensified dramatically.

If the previous strand of energy could be measured as a "one," this surge was a "ten"— constant and unbroken, unlike the earlier intermittent trickle.

This transformation left Strange utterly bewildered.

What is happening?

Half an hour later, still reeling, Strange wandered to Kamar-Taj's courtyard, where Mordo was teaching a group of students.

Seeing Strange approach, Mordo paused his lecture and walked over.

"Good morning, Strange. Did you sleep well? How is your magic training progressing?" Mordo asked casually.

Strange, still dazed, replied instinctively, "I feel great... better than ever."

Noticing Strange's distracted state, Mordo frowned. "What's troubling you? Did something frighten you yesterday?"

"Or have you lost confidence in magic?"

Misunderstanding the situation, Mordo attempted to offer encouragement, but before he could continue, Strange smiled.

"No. Quite the opposite. I've never been more confident in magic!"

Mordo was taken aback by the unexpected response.

"Really? In that case, let's spar. Show me how you're doing," Mordo suggested, skeptical of Strange's true state.

Strange considered the proposal and agreed.

Within a minute, the two stood in a spacious but secluded training area.

Though isolated, a few early-rising students noticed them and quickly took an interest.

"Strange is sparring with Master Mordo again?"

"Does he enjoy getting beaten? Masochist, maybe?"

Their playful banter soon turned into laughter.

Meanwhile, the duel began.

Mordo wasted no time showcasing his experience. Utilizing the Vaulting Boots of Valtorr, he leaped through the air at astonishing speed, closing the distance to Strange in seconds.

With both hands, Mordo conjured the Rings of Raggadorr-two small, circular orange magic shields.

The rings served a dual purpose: deflecting enemy attacks and striking with their sharp edges, making them a favored close-combat tool among sorcerers.

Strange, recognizing the spell, quickly conjured his own Rings of Raggadorr to block Mordo's

assault.

Orange sparks flew as the two shields clashed mid-air.

However, despite using the same spell, Strange soon found himself outmatched, as expected by the observing students, Mordo, and even Strange himself.

Mordo's superior combat experience, combined with his arsenal of magical artifacts, made him an overwhelming opponent.

Like an unyielding mountain, Mordo's relentless attacks left Strange struggling to keep up.

At one point, Mordo pulled out a black staff from his back-the Staff of the Living Tribunal. The staff extended, its sections linked by orange magical energy, resembling nunchaku. With a powerful swing, Mordo struck at Strange.

Though Strange managed to block with the Rings of Raggadorr, the force of the blow sent him

flying.

He crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, coughing violently.

From a distance, the observing students exchanged knowing looks, clearly unsurprised by the

outcome.

"Classic Strange—always on the losing end."

(End of Chapter)

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