2074 To Interfere or Not to Interfere

Apart from the fact that this disgusting person was a pain to kill, Old Mephisto was no threat to the Ancient One.

The Ancient One couldn’t be bothered to target Old Mephisto. At most, when she sensed traces of him, she would stomp on Old Mephisto, like an ordinary person squashing a cockroach before throwing it into the trash.

Did Luke have the ability to stomp on Old Mephisto like he was a cockroach? Obviously not.

Credit and the power of faith were useful, but technically speaking, they made up the extraordinary energy collected by the system, which was the only reason why Luke could restrain Old Mephisto.

The Ancient One didn’t need a system at all to stomp on Old Mephisto; all it took was a few moves.

Luke had long made up his mind that if the Sorcerer Supreme really did become his teammate in the future, then it had to be with his clone.

For an enemy that could make Sorcerer Strange rally his teammates for a coordinated attack, however, the Level 1 clone definitely wouldn’t be enough. The Level 2 clone was half-crippled and couldn’t be used, so it could only be the Level 3 clone.

Each death was worth ten million credit points! Just thinking about it made Luke’s heart ache.

The only thing that could be considered a boon was that a mission which required Sorcerer Strange to call in reinforcements should be worth a massive amount of experience and credit points.

It might be a mission at the level of world destruction. Just thinking about it… gave him a lot of pressure.

Although Luke didn’t harvest as much from ordinary bad guys on Earth, this was a long-term sustainable route, and wasn’t a danger to humans as a whole.

On the other hand, he could easily earn hundreds of billions of experience points from this one mission, but if he made a mistake, he would lose everything.

A race that had been destroyed wasn’t even qualified to make a comeback if it didn’t have a planet to live on.

Even if he whisked his family and friends away beforehand, they would only become alien nomads.

Without human society to earn experience and credit points from, his path to graduating at level 50 would be cut off.

In the future, he would only be able to rely on himself to slowly figure things out. After mucking around for 8,000 years, he might be able to raise his strength to a new level.

For a young man in his thirties, this was a nightmare.

Thus, Luke would have to deal with any missions he received from Sorcerer Strange seriously and do his best.

At that moment, Dr. Strange, who had crippled hands, was feeling extremely unlucky.

He had been a top surgeon with immeasurable wealth, but a car accident had destroyed his most precious hands.

He didn’t dare say he could perform surgery with his shaking hands.

After a week of exploding emotions, he finally remembered something he had heard before. He went to ask a magnate who owed him a favor about a ‘life potion.’

That first night, the magnate said that he would give it a try, but the next morning, he called Dr. Strange and said that the bigshot who supplied the medicine had no plans to sell it for the time being.

Any hope of treating his hands was instantly dashed, and Dr. Strange felt his world go dark.

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