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Only when his whole body was carried on a stretcher by a team of people did Strange realize that it was as if the military had taken him away.

Although Strange's status is good, he has not been involved in politics, so his knowledge of S.H.I.E.L.D. is almost zero.

In addition, he is naturally wary of official forces, so he really wants to struggle hard.

Unfortunately, his stiff body was completely unable to move, and he even felt a sense of weakness.

His body seemed to be absorbing nutrients and strengthening his own growth.

The original body seems to be unable to meet the needs of survival.

When his whole body was fixed with bandages and lifted onto a similar ambulance, looking at the agents around him, Strange felt his brain start to empty out.

It's not known if S.H.I.E.L.D. got the sedative or if his body was starting to digest it.

Strange slowly opened his eyes as relaxing music came from his side, and the sound surrounded his ears.

A soft light shone on him.

Strange laughed at himself: "I thought I had been sliced."

"Doctor Stephen Strange, why do you think so?" Coulson came to Strange with a smile.

Strange didn't have the heart to play games with these officials, and asked straightforwardly, "When can I be let go?"

"If you want to go, you can go anytime," Coulson replied.

Strange's heart tightened, and he hurriedly got out of bed and prepared to leave.

"Huh?" He found that he couldn't use any strength at all, and he couldn't get out of bed and leave by himself.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that I can't leave yet!"

Strange felt that something was wrong with him at this moment. He could clearly sense the existence of his hands and feet, but he couldn't stand up.

When you want to control your hands and feet, you always feel a little awkward, and you don't need any strength at all.

"This is fatigue adaptation, Mr. Strange." Coulson said a name they used internally.

Initially, some of the weirdness controllers who attributed the weirdness to themselves would have an unsuitable physical condition.

Obviously able to perceive the existence of the body, but completely unable to manipulate the body to move.

In the end, as long as you rest for a period of time and get used to the strange existence in your body, you will naturally be fine.

However, physical fatigue is easy to relieve, but what is difficult to relieve is mental fatigue.

"Okay, Director, I'll go right away." Coulson received a call from Nick Fury, and hurriedly left Strange's lounge.

Now Strange needs to get a good night's sleep to get used to the eye fruit or extraordinary characteristics.

When he woke up, Strange felt much better, and he was able to get out of bed and walk.

If Coulson saw this scene, Strange would be shocked to be able to control the discomfort in his body in just a few hours.

In the strange team of S.H.I.E.L.D., only a few people can get well in one day.

But Strange's process only took a few hours!

Definitely a talent.

Strange began to experience the power boost brought by the eyeball fruit.

In fact, the increase in strength is not too important, the most important thing is - just now Strange slept soundly!
He was free from the influence of dreams.

In the end, he also harvested the power of the eyeball fruit, an eye grew out between his brows, and two pale arms grew out behind his back.

He stretched out his arm, examining his new arm carefully.

This should be the embodiment of the so-called eyeball fruit, right?
"So what does the green figure represent? Darkness is coming?" Strange's eyes gradually became confused.

Strange, who has never been in contact with the relevant complete system, obviously hasn't adapted to the behavior habits of superhumans.

Soon, he didn't worry too much.

Focus on the eyeball that appears between the eyebrows.

His appearance brought Strange a lot of wealth.

First of all, the six senses are strengthened, especially vision is strengthened.

Even in a passive state, Strange will observe the world with a very wonderful vision, and at the same time be able to detect the fluctuations of small creatures, such as mice and flies.
If he opened his eyes actively, he could see more things. Strange had a hunch that if he opened his eyes actively, he seemed to be able to contact a mysterious and unknown existence.

In this respect, the third eye does a lot.

On the other hand, the third eye also gave him the ability to read knowledge.

He saw that knowledge could be remembered faster and even accelerated learning.

In theory, he is a master-level figure with super learning ability.

Especially with the help of this eye, surgery that could not be performed in the past can now be tried again.

In addition to those two benefits, Strange felt that he also learned some supernatural knowledge.

Including the language of a certain race, and some knowledge that is completely incomprehensible.

That knowledge was seared in his mind and couldn't be shaken off.

But he didn't dare to pay attention to those knowledge.

Just when Strange was at a loss, a spiritual idea contacted him on his own initiative!

Strange froze all over now.

His intuition told him that if he didn't accept this unknown connection, he would be miserable!

Strange could only choose to accept the contact with complicated emotions.

The deep voice of the old man came, vicissitudes and exhaustion: "Newcomer young man, have you successfully devoured extraordinary characteristics? Originally, you wanted to trick the newcomer, but it seems that you have no chance."

Strange trembled, because what the other party said sounded strangely horrifying to him.

The old man continued: "Forget it, no matter who you are, come and talk to the old man, I haven't seen a human being who has successfully devoured extraordinary characteristics for a long time."

The scene before Strange's eyes changed.

He suddenly disappeared into the S.H.I.E.L.D. break room.

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A shrill siren sounded in the lounge, and Strange completely disappeared.

The stooped figure of the old man appeared in front of Strange, or the old man lifted Strange over.

Strange remembered that the old man said he wanted him to talk with him, but seeing that the old man didn't intend to speak, he quickly said, "Sir, my name is Stephen Strange, and I'm a doctor."

"Doctor?" The old man showed a little interest: "Plague doctor or dream doctor?"

"Huh? I'm a brain doctor."

"Brain doctor? The outside world seems to have changed a lot. There are brain doctors. By the way, little guy, don't report your name casually in the future, and be careful not to be cursed by others."