Peter's suggestion was not something Doctor Strange had never considered. He simply did not dare try it. What if practicing two kinds of magic caused his mind to collapse and turned him into a madman?
After all, it was not as if there were no precedents.
The Marvel world had never lacked lunatics.
"That probably won't work. To synthesize magic, I would need another kind of magical energy to maintain it..."
As Doctor Strange spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up. He could not help raising his head to look at Peter, but then he shook his head and sighed.
After all, that was the magical power Peter controlled. How could he possibly teach it to him so easily?
"I can help you with that, but what benefit are you going to give me? You should know that I'm a profit-driven person. As long as the trade is equal, I'll do it."
Peter smiled.
In truth, he had set his sights on one of Doctor Strange's abilities, the Images of Ikonn.
When this spell was cast, it could create countless duplicates, and every duplicate possessed the same strength as the original body, making it nearly impossible to distinguish truth from illusion. In the comics, even someone as powerful as Thanos could only break this move by relying on the Infinity Stones.
Although Peter could now summon the Shadowkhan Army, their strength was not that impressive. They were more than enough to clear out small fry, but if he wanted them to help him fight truly powerful opponents, they were still not enough.
As Peter spoke, dark magic surged in his palm. As the dark energy dispersed, an ancient spellbook with a red cover appeared in his hand, with a demon symbol engraved on its surface.
When this demonic dark magic book, different from the dark magic of the God of Darkness, appeared, Doctor Strange's eyes widened in amazement. He clearly felt the terrifying power contained inside this book.
It could even contend with the power of the Darkhold. He carefully accepted the book with trembling hands and flipped through it. The more he read, the more excited and delighted he became.
Because the spells recorded inside were far too detailed. As long as he practiced the dark magical power inside, he could completely fuse the three types of magic and form a new kind of composite magic. Not only would his strength rise significantly, he would no longer suffer erosion from dark magic either.
Yes, although this book could indeed tempt people's minds and even corrode their will, if he only practiced the basics, it would not cause him any real harm.
It was a good book.
All right, he had to admit that he had always been narrow-minded. He had not expected that this book would not only record methods of using dark magic, but also methods of restraining dark magic. It was practically a complete magical encyclopedia combining righteous magic and dark magic.
What sorcerer would not dream of possessing such an encyclopedia?
"Name your price. What are your conditions?"
Doctor Strange went straight to the point. After all, he also knew that the value of this book was absolutely worth far more than its price. He had already prepared himself to pay heavily.
"I only want to learn one spell from you. The Images of Ikonn. That won't be a problem, right?"
Peter raised one finger and smiled brightly.
Doctor Strange had not expected Peter to understand him so well. And the price he asked for was not too high. In fact, it was much lower than what Doctor Strange had expected. He had disliked Peter before, but now he suddenly felt that this guy was practically a model of fair business.
"No problem!"
Afraid that Peter would suddenly raise the price, Doctor Strange immediately agreed. Then he pointed a finger and imprinted a copy of the magical spell into Peter's mind.
"Hey, look at this!"
Ultimate Gwen, who had been bored and scrolling through videos, suddenly found a video on YouTube with a high number of likes.
Peter, Doctor Strange, Otto Parker, and Otto were all drawn over by her voice and quickly gathered around.
In the video, they saw a black monster nearly three meters tall. Its body was massive, its mouth full of fangs, and its tongue was extremely long. It killed someone with a single bite.
The moment Peter saw that all-too-familiar figure, he knew exactly what it was.
"Venom."
"You know it?"
Everyone looked at Peter with curiosity.
"It's an alien life-form, a symbiote that can live inside a host."
"The symbiote race originated from the 'living abyss' of Knull, Lord of the Abyss. They can attach themselves to any living being and possess a hive mind similar to an insect colony."
Peter explained.
"After a symbiote bonds with a host, it provides the host with unbelievable power. Power in every aspect. It's enough to turn an ordinary person into something like a superhuman."
"And the person being bonded with will have the desires in their heart magnified. Good becomes even better, evil becomes even worse. They're difficult to define, but they're definitely troublesome existences."
Doctor Strange took over the topic, his expression somewhat grave.
"In that case, compared to the other multiversal visitors, its threat should be the greatest?"
"Hard to say. Who knows whether other symbiotes have come to this universe too? By the way, this guy is the weakest among the symbiotes. Fortunately, he still has weaknesses. He's afraid of intense fire energy and noise."
"Can something like this be sent away with magic?"
"The feasibility is very low. A symbiote is essentially an amorphous four-dimensional life-form, so time and space don't really mean much to them. That's also why, under normal circumstances, they seek hosts to survive. They need to use a host to anchor their position in space and time."
"So they can ignore the rules between different parallel universes?"
Doctor Strange said in shock.
"A host granted power by them can also ignore the rules between different universes."
"This is a serious problem."
Doctor Strange muttered.
"Yes, it's a problem that can't be ignored. However, we can use magic to create a container specifically designed to capture it. That way, it won't be able to threaten us. It might just be troublesome."
Peter nodded.
"Leave this matter to me. I happen to have a small tool similar to a sealing bottle. Although modifying it may take a long time, I'm confident I can make it work. During this time, I'll study this book first. I'll leave everything else to you for now."
After that, Doctor Strange used a magic circle and disappeared.
"Wow. You really do trust me."
Peter looked at the spot where Doctor Strange had vanished and helplessly spread his hands.
Fine. Who asked him to be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?
Although he followed the principle of not sticking his nose into other people's business, there were some things he could still interfere in. For example, this. What would happen if he took some symbiote samples and cultivated them?
Guaranteed profit.
No reason not to do it.
At that moment, Ryker's Island, prison.
A criminal wearing prison clothes was holding a spoon and madly carving names all over the wall. If one looked closely, they would see one name after another, and after carving each name, he would mark it with an X.
Because these were the people he wanted to kill.
These were the people who had sent him here.
Ever since he was young, he had severe violent tendencies. Growing up in an orphanage, he had always taken pleasure in bullying the other orphans and the staff.
After becoming an adult, he became a serial killer. After eleven consecutive murder cases, he was sent here to be imprisoned.
However, his twisted personality and urge to kill had not changed because of that. Instead, it only made him want revenge on everyone even more.
"Cletus! I finally found you!"
"Who's there?"
The man called Cletus widened his eyes and looked around the empty solitary cell in confusion.
"I knew it. In this strange world, there was another you... Hahahahaha..."
The strange voice echoed inside Cletus's mind, making him wonder for a moment whether he had been locked up for too long and developed some kind of mental illness. Well, maybe he had already been mentally ill to begin with.
Black-red liquid began seeping in through the gap beneath the cell door. Cletus carefully stepped forward to check it, but the black-red substance suddenly rose up, revealing a terrifying face full of fangs.
"What kind of monster are you?"
"I am you, and you are me. Together, we are Carnage!"
(End of Chapter)
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