Chapter 471: Strange Time Loops Cyttorak

"I am here to negotiate terms."

Strange was seated in a wheelchair, floating mid-air, and spoke to Cyttorak with a serious face.

"Ha? Negotiate terms?"

Upon hearing this, Cyttorak glanced at the seemingly insignificant human before him: "A wheelchair user? You think you're in a position to negotiate terms with me?"

"I can't do anything about the wheelchair..."

Hearing Cyttorak's skepticism, Strange's expression darkened: "Because, as of now, my only magical flying object is this wheelchair."

"Hahaha!!!"

Cyttorak burst into laughter upon hearing this: "Human, you are amusing. Why not become my follower and please me? I can grant you the mighty power of the Crimson."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in becoming your follower."

Strange shook his head directly: "I said, I'm here to negotiate terms with you."

"You're just seeking death."

Cyttorak laughed and said: "Do you think I care about your lives as much as that fool Sargeras does?"

After speaking, without waiting for Strange to make any move,

Cyttorak raised his hand, and Strange hurriedly tried to steer the wheelchair to dodge, but the opponent's arm alone spanned hundreds of meters and moved incredibly fast. He couldn't dodge at all and was crushed alive like a mosquito.

Even the wheelchair he was sitting on shattered into pieces.

However, just a few seconds after Strange's death, the whole world seemed to freeze suddenly, and then it started twitching, as if it were glitching. Without any signs of rewinding, time mysteriously returned to a few minutes earlier.

A small figure flying up in a wheelchair was seen below.

Clearly, this person was Strange, and his actions were exactly the same as before. He glanced at the green magic circle in his hand before appearing in front of Cyttorak.

"Cyttorak, I am here to negotiate terms with you."

Strange stated directly.

"Ha? Negotiate terms?"

Upon hearing this, Cyttorak also glanced at the seemingly insignificant human before him: "A wheelchair user? You think you're in a position to negotiate terms with me... huh? What's happening?"

Mid-sentence, Cyttorak's expression suddenly became confused: "An illusion?"

"Actually... this is not an illusion."

Strange spread his hands.

"That's good." Cyttorak nodded, probably feeling that he had been mocked just now. Without saying much, he looked at Strange, and this time, even without lifting a finger, the crimson magical energy directly exploded him from within, turning him into a cloud of blood mist.

But just after Strange's death,

A few seconds later, the whole world once again twitched eerily.

This was not a time magic-related reversal of time, but as if the whole world had fallen into a certain cyclical anomaly. The next second, time continued to move forward normally, but for some reason, the scene changed back to the previous moment.

Strange flew over from not too far away, still seated in his flying wheelchair.

"Cyttorak, I am here to negotiate terms."

Strange glanced at his arm, then continued speaking to Cyttorak.

"You were already... What's happening?"

Cyttorak finally came to his senses this time. After all, as a Dimensional Demon God, it was normal for him to be unaffected by the Time Stone. He directly asked, "Sorcerer, what have you done to me?"

"Each dimension has its own power."

Strange pointed to his arm, which was wrapped in a strange green magic circle: "I also drew a little power from my own dimension to deal with you. Its name is time... the infinite cycle of time."

"Court death!"

Upon hearing this, Cyttorak immediately roared and then his giant hand swiftly moved towards Strange.

The palm quickly enlarged in mid-air, becoming more majestic than a mountain in the blink of an eye. The moment it swiped down felt like it covered the sky and sun. Strange turned into a puddle of mush upon contact with the palm, but that wasn't the end. The hand quickly smashed into the ground.

Instantly, a loud thud was heard, and the entire New York City shook.

The ground violently upheaved, even forcing the subway stations below to be squeezed out. An unparalleled force expanded outward like a tsunami. Just this one slap turned half of New York City into ruins in an instant.

But in the next second.

All the destruction instantly reverted to its original state.

And Strange was once again cheekily sitting in a wheelchair, flying into the sky.

"Cyttorak!"

Strange rubbed his forehead and said, "I came to negotiate terms... That hit you just gave me really hurt."

"..."

Cyttorak gave Strange a cold look and after a moment of silence, slowly said, "You can't possibly keep this up forever."

"Uh, actually I can."

Seeing this, Strange also deliberately spoke up, "Isn't it the case now? The great demon god of the Crimson Cosmos, Cyttorak, and I... a mere ant-like Sorcerer, are both trapped in this time loop, forever unable to escape."

"Then prepare to die countless times."

Cyttorak threatened him, staring intently.

"Okay." Strange nodded, "At least the Earth will be stuck in this moment. Although it's not the best solution, at least the world is spared from destruction, isn't it?"

"I will torture you severely."

Cyttorak said, "I will crush your limbs, tear open your soul, and kill your most important people one by one in front of you."

"Pain is an old friend."

Strange said lightly with a smile.

"Ah!!!"

Angered by his words, Cyttorak immediately became furious and opened his mouth to spray, instantly vaporizing Strange into ashes, and once again destroying New York City below.

But just a few seconds later.

"Cyttorak..."

Before Strange could finish speaking, Cyttorak directly raised two giant hands and slapped him into a puddle of mush, like swatting a fly.

"Cyttorak..."

With a boom, a huge red meteorite suddenly fell from the sky, destroying the city below along with it.

"Cyttorak..."

"Cyttorak..."

"Cyttorak…"

Strange flew into the air time and again, only to be tortured to death in various ways by Cyttorak, each time more painful and more outrageous than the last.

Again.

Strange heavily fell to the ground.

The wheelchair shattered into countless pieces, his lower body was pierced and turned into a mangled mess, but Strange did not hesitate. He struggled to crawl on the ground, trying to look up at Cyttorak in mid-air to continue negotiating with him.

"You cannot win!"

From above, Cyttorak looked down at him: "You are just an ant, unable to stop me."

"Yes, I know I can't win." Strange struggled to raise his head, his face covered in blood but very determined: "But I can afford to lose, even if it means losing over and over, dying over and over... never stopping, thus you have become my prisoner."

"No!"

Cyttorak roared, firing a laser that evaporated the matter under his feet as well.

Meanwhile.

On a building not far away.

Fang Mo and the Ancient One were observing Strange's negotiation.

"How about it? I said I would help you, didn't I?" Fang Mo smiled at the Ancient One: "Even though Dormammu is gone, the trials for Strange haven't diminished at all. My word counts, directly summoning Cyttorak to help."

"This guy is not Cyttorak at all."

However, the Ancient One, being the Sorcerer Supreme, immediately noticed something was off: "The power on him has nothing to do with the Dark Dimension, but rather it seems like the power from the Domain of Fear... It's another one of your avatars, isn't it?"

"Shall I summon the real Cyttorak then?"

Fang Mo retorted.

"He is immensely powerful, but he's not much interested in Earth." The Ancient One shook her head: "So, you revived me just to watch Strange suffer?"

"Watching Strange suffer is just one aspect."

Fang Mo shook his head and then cheerfully took out a suona, saying: "My main intention is for you to attend your own seventh-day memorial. I've practiced a few tunes with Gehros recently. This suona is incredible, known as the king of a hundred instruments, able to play from your full moon ceremony to your seventh-day memorial..."

"..."

The Ancient One was silent for a long time: "I don't want others to find out I'm still alive, it might affect the future balance."

"So, I've said, can the world still be balanced with me in it?"

Fang Mo waved his hand: "Anyway, you must go. I just love that feeling of being defiant in public. If it really comes to it, I can give you a makeover. By the way, I'm going to try some hair growth cream on you in a few days. I might be going to another world soon, where there's also a bald person troubled by hair loss, I'll practice on you first."

"Do as you wish."

The Ancient One sighed deeply, really at a loss for words.

Fortunately, at that moment, the negotiation not far away finally had a result.

"Stop!" After killing Strange countless times, Cyttorak finally couldn't bear it any longer and roared at him: "Let me leave this place, you despicable sorcerer!"

"No."

Strange simply said: "Unless you're willing to negotiate with me."

"What do you want?" Cyttorak immediately asked: "Power? Immortality? Or something else?"

"Leave this human's body and never return to this world again."

Strange pointed to the green magical circle on his arm, then said with a serious face, "If you agree, I will break the loop now."

"..."

Cyttorak looked at him for a long time before finally saying, "Okay, I agree."

After he finished speaking, his body deflated like a punctured ball, quickly shrinking back to General Ross's original form, and the red energy also disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared in this world.

"Phew..."

Seeing this scene, Strange seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, done."

On the other side, Fang Mo also clapped his hands and then said to the Ancient One, "Your excellent disciple has withstood the trial and is now a qualified Sorcerer Supreme."

"But his suffering has just begun..."

The Ancient One looked at Strange in the distance with a bit of pity, "He has a lot more to go through, and I know how painful it will be."

"Hey, hey, Strange's fate is still good, right?"

Fang Mo defended, "If you ask me, the ones with the hardest fate should be Thor or Wanda, right? At least Strange doesn't have to worry about all his loved ones dying..."

"But he will be beaten up by you for refusing to hand over the Time Stone."

The Ancient One sighed deeply.

"Uh, I can't do anything about that." Fang Mo shrugged, "I've said it, I really need the Time Stone for a big..."

Before he could finish, a voice suddenly resounded in Fang Mo's mind.

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Strange with his broken Time Loop!

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