Looking at the skill description, Homelander nodded repeatedly.
Interesting.
It can not only act as a super healer but also deal true damage to specific enemies.
Most importantly, this skill has a grand momentum when activated, and the light and shadow effects are absolutely maxed out.
Just imagine, after some World-destroying disaster, with wails of misery everywhere.
Homelander hovers in the air, waving his hand to bring down a miraculous rain emitting holy radiance.
The wounded are healed, the disabled stand up again.
The popularity value gained would absolutely skyrocket exponentially.
This skill is top-notch for showing off.
However, the two blind boxes opened were just average; one could only say it wasn't a loss, but there were no particularly big surprises.
Just as Homelander was preparing to strike while the iron is hot and draw another one.
"Zzzzt—"
A circle of golden sparks suddenly burst open in the center of the office.
Sorcerer Ancient One, in a yellow robe, stepped out from the portal.
Homelander exited the lottery interface, his expression immediately switching to concern and tension.
"Master, you're finally here! Is Wanda awake?!" Homelander asked urgently.
"So urgent, yet I haven't seen you come to Kamar-Taj to see her?" Ancient One looked at Homelander with a half-smile.
"Sigh, Earth is constantly facing threats... I can only prioritize the greater good." Homelander said without changing his expression.
Ancient One shook her head and spoke slowly: "It's not Wanda; it's someone else."
"Stephen Strange."
Homelander was slightly stunned. "Strange?"
"That's right, someone who was supposed to succeed me in the future and become the Sorcerer Supreme." Ancient One said with a complex expression, "A few weeks ago, just as the established fate trajectory dictated, he had a car accident..."
"His hands had comminuted fractures, and he could never pick up a scalpel again."
"Then he should be traveling the World trying to heal his hands, and then running to Kamar-Taj to kneel at your door begging you to take him in." Homelander spread his hands, "What's the problem with that?"
"The problem is, he has deviated from the fate trajectory." Ancient One stared at Homelander.
"He should have gone to Kamar-Taj to seek a miracle to heal his hands after he ran out of options."
"But he came to your company and became... a prosthetic Doctor." Ancient One's tone carried a rare trace of helplessness.
Homelander silently complained in his heart, has the World been magically altered to this extent?
Doctor Strange, who was supposed to learn magic to save the Universe, is now running to Vought to install prosthetics for people?
Homelander held back his laughter.
"Isn't that great?" Homelander retorted, "Medical miracles, technology changing lives."
"Stephen's magic talent is the highest in centuries, apart from you; it shouldn't be buried just like that."
Ancient One shot Homelander a look, "Besides, you have no intention of inheriting Kamar-Taj to become the Sorcerer Supreme."
"So?"
"So, I need you to guide him." Ancient One said as a matter of course, "You know, you are better at bewitching people's hearts than the Mind Stone... my outstanding disciple."
Homelander looked at Ancient One humbly, smiled, and nodded in agreement.
"I'm not that excellent; everyone is just overpraising me."
"But I will go to understand the situation and talk to Stephen."
Having received Homelander's reply, Ancient One slightly nodded, turned, stepped into the portal, and disappeared from the office.
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Vought Tower.
Tony Stark's R&D laboratory.
Stephen Strange was standing in front of a precision console, working intently.
The hands that should have been crippled by the car accident were now restored to normal, except for a few signal transmission lines on his arms.
A few weeks ago, a car accident knocked him from the clouds into hell.
His hand nerves were severed, with comminuted fractures; traditional modern medicine had passed a death sentence on him.
As a top-tier neurosurgeon in the World, he could not accept the fact that he could never pick up a scalpel again.
Just as he was in despair, the advertisement for Vought International's "Prosthetic Customization Service" attracted him.
Stephen, with the mindset of treating a dead horse as a living one, came to the Vought Medical Center.
The surgery was very successful; his hands regained their former agility, and were even more stable than before.
But during the recovery process, Stephen's attention shifted completely.
He was deeply attracted by this stunning technology.
As a top-tier neurosurgeon in the World, he saw at a glance the huge potential of this Vought technology and its existing bottlenecks.
He resolutely resigned from his hospital position, and relying on his resume as a World-class neurosurgeon, he recommended himself and joined Vought very smoothly.
And several bold theories he proposed regarding "direct connection between neurons and metal micro-terminals" quickly caught Tony Stark's attention.
Tony was facing a technical bottleneck.
He was good at external mechanical structures and energy cores, but internal human neural modification, immune rejection, and brain signal compilation all touched his knowledge blind spots.
Tony's version of prosthetic accessories were mostly external attachments.
The fatal flaw of this external design was that it couldn't carry too many prosthetic devices; running more than three at the same time easily caused command conflicts.
Therefore, Tony directly poached him to his own exclusive laboratory, and the two hit it off immediately.
Two men, both possessing top genius brains and equally arrogant and conceited, collided and sparked intense sparks.
They mocked each other, neither willing to submit to the other.
But in their professional fields, they deeply admired each other's abilities.
After the two cooperated, the development of prosthetic technology finally got on the right track.
"Well done, Doctor." Tony praised him, which was rare. "I'll personally subsidize your year-end bonus by ten times."
"I don't care about money, Stark." Stephen snorted softly, "What I care about is how many people's lives this technology can change."
"Fine, then pretend I didn't say anything." Tony curled his lips.
"But I hate it even more when people are fickle and go back on their word..." Strange added.
Tony: "..."
"Speaking of changing the World... our progress in super-dream technology is the real highlight."
Stephen looked at the frequency band chart on the screen and said excitedly.
"Yeah... neural deep-dive technology." Tony sighed, "Directly reading and writing five-sense signals is ten thousand times more realistic than any VR device."
"I've optimized the signal decoder." Tony typed on the keyboard, "Now, even pain, touch, and even emotional fluctuations can be perfectly replicated."
"The experiencer can immerse themselves in any part of the recorder's life."
"If this technology is put on the market, the entire education industry will be completely overturned." Stephen analyzed the prospects, "People could even master several languages in a week, or become a kung fu master."
"Not only that." Tony's thinking inevitably leaned towards military industry, "Its true value lies in military training; we can let soldiers experience countless real deaths and battles in super-dream. Everyone can become Rambo without shedding a drop of blood."
Just as the two were chatting enthusiastically.
The automatic door of the laboratory slid open silently.
"It seems I've interrupted a meeting of geniuses."
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