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Peter watched Strange's surgical demonstration from the side from start to finish.
This also allowed him to confirm one thing.
That was that his guess was correct—there probably wasn't a more suitable user for the Ope-Ope no Mi in this World than Strange.
From today on, the Avengers would have one less main damage dealer, "Doctor Strange," and one more versatile super support, "Doctor."
Thinking this, Peter looked at Strange, who had put away his Room, and commented:
"You saw it just now; your current Room can only extend to a range of half a meter."
"This means you can at most perform minimally invasive surgery on yourself. It would be difficult to perform surgery on others, let alone play a role in Avengers-level battles as I envisioned."
Hearing this, Strange's expression became somewhat embarrassed.
After his fingers were healed and he had gained extraordinary powers, his arrogant personality was clearly faintly resurfacing.
He really wanted to talk back to Peter, but considering this was his benefactor, after a moment, the words on the tip of his tongue ultimately changed to:
"I can feel that this is caused by my insufficient physical stamina. Moving forward, I will work hard to train."
"By the time you train your body to achieve the results I want, the flowers will have already withered."
Peter said, taking out that all-too-familiar syringe from his storage ring.
The pale green liquid shimmered under the light.
"This is an improved version of the perfect lizard serum. I've reduced the proportion of lizard genes in it; it's mainly used to enhance your physical stamina and strength."
"What about side effects?"
It was an occupational habit. When Strange asked this, his tone even carried a hint of the composure of the top-tier surgeon he once was.
"None."
"How is that possible!" Strange instinctively wanted to find fault with Peter.
"Do you really think everything that happened to you before can be explained by science or medicine?" Peter countered.
"Fine." Strange sheepishly closed his mouth.
Without too much nonsense, Peter injected the serum into Strange's body, and the serum quickly took effect.
The effect was very obvious.
"Room."
As the serum's effects integrated perfectly, Strange, at Peter's signal, opened the operating space once again.
A translucent spherical space spread from his palm.
This time, Harry instinctively took two steps back.
Because that spherical space showed no signs of stopping.
Half a meter, one meter, two meters, five meters...
Soon, Harry had nowhere left to hide.
Because the entire VIP room was enveloped within it, with a diameter exceeding twenty meters.
"A little over twenty meters." Peter nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, it's enough."
Standing in the center of this domain that was completely his own, the expression on Strange's face could only be described as "manic"—
Suddenly gaining two kinds of extraordinary powers, anyone would inflate for a while.
He casually pointed at the coffee cup on the table: "Room. Shambles!"
The next second, the coffee cup teleported from the coffee table into his palm.
Finding it very interesting, Strange then pointed at the sofa cushion beside Harry.
Before the words left his mouth, he disappeared from his spot and appeared beside Harry. And where he had been standing, a sofa cushion appeared.
Instant teleportation.
"Fuck!" Harry was startled by Strange, who appeared out of thin air beside him, and sprang up,
"Can you give a heads-up before you come over?!"
Strange had no time to pay attention to him.
He was immersed in this unprecedented experience of his ability, his brain rapidly processing various possibilities.
The habitual thinking of a surgeon made him immediately think of the heaven-defying applications of these abilities in the medical field—telekinesis? Wouldn't that mean he could directly remove tumors from a patient's body without making an incision?
Thinking this, without a second thought, he made an incision in his own chest and took out his own heart.
Looking at the heart that landed in his hand, still beating continuously.
Strange's face was filled with a sense of intoxication, like "I am practically the Creator."
While Harry, on the side, was pale.
This ability is too heaven-defying; just one cut and he can take someone's heart. Doesn't that mean if he wanted to, killing anyone would just be a matter of a thought?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but quietly move toward Peter and suggest:
"Peter, are you sure you don't want to get some leverage on him beforehand?"
"This ability is just too weird. If he wanted to harm someone, besides you, none of us would be able to do anything about him!"
"Hey, I can hear you!"
Strange flashed behind Harry again, while a small ornament from the coffee table landed on the sofa.
"In this space, let alone the sound of your voices, I can even hear your heartbeats clearly."
Strange said, and suddenly made an incision on Harry's body.
"Fuck! Peter, help me!"
Looking at his opened chest, Harry was absolutely terrified.
Although it didn't hurt, no one would feel at ease seeing their own internal organs floating in mid-air.
"Don't worry, I'm not as petty as you think!" Strange clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then gently made an incision near Harry's kidney.
The next second, a tiny crystal floated in his palm.
"What is this?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Your kidney stone." Strange replied:
"Normally, this size could cost an ordinary person half their life. But on the other hand, with that level of physical fitness and self-healing ability, to still grow kidney stones—just how wild are you living, kid!"
Harry's face flushed red, and he could only mutter in the end:
"Mind your own business about rich second-generation matters!"
"Tch~" Strange curled his lip, then ignored Harry on the side. After hesitating for a moment, he placed the heart in his hand in front of Peter:
"Mr. The Arbiter, I think you should accept this."
"Oh~!" Peter raised an eyebrow, not expecting Strange to have self-taught the move of offering his heart.
"Accepting my heart is equivalent to having my life in your control at all times."
Strange stated with a serious face:
"It is both a deterrent to me and a form of restraint."
"As long as my heart is in your hands, whenever I have any impulsive thoughts, I will first think about whether doing so would cause you to directly crush my heart... This will help me become a sufficiently calm person."
Hearing this, Harry on the side couldn't help but be stunned, and at the same time, he completely changed his view of Strange.
Being able to take the initiative to do this is definitely enough to prove Strange's heart is set on doing good.
On the other side, Peter, upon hearing this, did not refuse. He took the heart, and with a flash of his storage ring, hid it in an alternate space.
"When you behave completely like everyone else in the Avengers, I will return it to you!"
Strange bowed respectfully to Peter:
"Thank you for your understanding."