Alan watched the scene unfolding before him with great interest. To be honest, this was the first time he had ever witnessed a soul being forcibly separated from the body with his own eyes.
Gwen's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the sight in front of her—Strange's soul was literally knocked out of his body?
Did that mean… Ancient One could even knock Thanos's soul out of his body?
The soul is the vessel of the body—once separated, wouldn't that render someone completely useless? If Thanos's soul were ripped from his body, what power would he have left to collect the Infinity Stones or destroy the universe?
Strange's soul, now out of his body, frowned as he looked down at himself lying unconscious on the floor, eyes tightly shut.
He lifted his hand, which could now see through the floor, and then looked up at Ancient One. The moment she gently rubbed her fingers together, Strange's soul was instantly pulled back into his body.
Strange took a deep breath, glancing around in confusion. "What… what did you do to me?" he asked sharply.
Ancient One shrugged casually, "Exactly what you saw—I can push your soul out of your body."
Strange didn't believe it at all. His gaze landed on the teacup he had just drunk from, and he sneered, "What did you put in the tea? Some hallucinogen?"
"Dr. Strange, what nonsense are you spouting? We all drank the same tea," Wanda said, lifting her teacup with three fingers and swirling it in front of him.
Alan and the others drank the same tea—why hadn't they experienced any hallucinations?
Alan curiously touched the side of his face, wondering what it would feel like to have his own soul separated from his body.
But he had no intention of trying it himself. A soul could only resist within the spiritual world. If his soul left his physical body right now, he probably wouldn't even be able to wear the Emperor's Armor.
And without that, how could he possibly stop Thanos?
"You…" Strange felt a creeping fear rise from within. He had never truly considered this kind of possibility before.
Now that he'd experienced it personally, all he could feel—besides sheer panic—was a profound sense of helplessness.
"Still want to try something else?" Alan asked teasingly, prompting Strange to immediately shake his head.
"I admit it. I was wrong. I know far too little…" Strange solemnly bowed to Ancient One. "Please forgive my earlier rudeness…"
Stephen Strange, staring at the floor, now fully understood how little he truly knew.
From this moment on, he resolved to completely cast aside his former arrogance.
"Master Ancient One, would you be willing to take me in as your disciple?" Strange asked carefully, raising his head. Every word was now filtered through deep thought.
In the eyes of people like Alan and the others, he truly was nothing—just someone who happened to be skilled in medicine.
Besides, given his current physical state, he could no longer even continue practicing medicine.
So, the only path left… was the one Alan had pointed him toward.
"Alan, is he really serious about becoming Ancient One's disciple?" Gwen whispered beside him.
Alan tilted his head slightly, and Gwen's breath brushed against his ear, sending a tingling sensation that made him instinctively turn away.
Alan replied, "Mm. Strange may be arrogant—but he's not stupid."
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