When it became dark in the Hunter's space, Blaine only needed to wait until after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and then his mission would be considered complete.
In other words, the Level Five star core in Blaine's hand could be used. If Blaine still had not tested it successfully by then, he might have to exchange it and ask the system to find a successful method.
Boom.
The familiar sound and the familiar feeling came again.
"Just a little bit."
"Just a little bit."
"Where the hell is the problem?"
In fact, after several days of exploration, Blaine had also practiced and mastered some techniques under the premise that he had long since become used to the process.
For example, at the very beginning, the moment Blaine's mental power poured in and he tried to change the composition of the raw Vibranium, it would trigger an energy riot, followed by an explosion.
However, as Blaine slowly experimented and fumbled his way forward, this duration had gradually been extended by him.
The first time it entered, it exploded. Later, he was able to enter it. After that, he was able to stay inside for a while. Later still, Blaine became able to transform the raw Vibranium.
However, this transformation was extremely slow. This discovery also made Blaine happy. Slow was still better than exploding directly. However, it exploded again before he could get halfway through.
Later, Blaine had already become able to change the structure of more than half of the raw Vibranium. Even at the end, Blaine felt that he had touched the barrier and was only one step away from completely transforming it successfully.
However, this step had stumped Blaine many times. It looked like a river, but in reality, it was a natural moat.
Blaine always felt that something was still missing in order to break through this barrier, and this feeling was extremely mysterious. Even Blaine himself did not know whether it was right or wrong.
Boom…
Boom…
Boom…
Boom…
When the sound of explosions rang out again in the Hunter's space, Stephen Strange was about to begin another busy day in the outside world.
It was called busy, but in reality, it was quite leisurely. Ever since he came into contact with magic, Stephen Strange had made new progress every day, as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened. Naturally, Strange's progress was rapid.
Stephen Strange seemed to have long forgotten his original identity and his original life. At this moment, he was comfortably enjoying all the convenience and benefits brought by magic, enjoying a free life.
Naturally, Stephen Strange did not know about the approaching storm, nor did he know the dangers he would face and the responsibilities he would bear after inheriting the Ancient One's mantle.
In the Sanctum, Stephen Strange repaired and tapped at the places that had collapsed before. The broken glass display cases were also removed. Opening a portal and throwing the garbage directly into the Pacific Ocean was simply too convenient.
In this way, with the clanging and rattling of cleaning, Stephen Strange ended his tiring morning.
In the afternoon, after enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea, Stephen Strange simply lay down on the stairs on the second floor and took a nap.
During this sleep, Stephen Strange slept for two full hours. It was still early, and there were still a few hours before the sky completely darkened, so Stephen Strange simply placed the Book of Cagliostro, which he had stolen from Kamar-Taj, on his lap and began flipping through it.
Since the death of the Ancient One, Kamar-Taj had basically become a lifeless magic academy these days. Without the Ancient One, the black magicians were no longer there, and even Wong, who rarely ever left the library, was far away at the Sanctum in Hong Kong, guarding it. In this way, Kamar-Taj currently seemed like a leaderless city.
As time passed, the distant sun continued to set, slowly approaching the horizon. The walls of several tall buildings were made of shiny blue glass, and the remaining afterglow of the sunset illuminated those glass buildings in gold, making them look as bright as the sun. The other buildings were no exception, also lit by the setting sun until they looked as dazzling as a brilliant sky.
Soon, very soon, the entire city of New York was once again gradually shrouded in night. Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but accompanied by gusts of wind, it sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling, making the night feel especially unsettling. It seemed as though something earth-shattering would happen tonight.
On the wall of the second floor of the New York Sanctum, an old-fashioned wall clock was ticking, ticking, ticking, repeating its mechanical movements. At this moment, the hour hand of the wall clock was pointing to around eight o'clock.
At this time, people were just beginning to throw away the fatigue of the day and revel all night. At eight o'clock, some night markets, bars, and casinos had already opened for business, beginning a new round of welcome.
Similarly, the current time in the United States was around eight o'clock, and this was only four hours away from twelve o'clock on the final day of the three-day period set by Blaine. In other words, after these four hours passed, whether Stephen Strange was dead or alive, and whether Dormammu came or not, it would have nothing to do with Blaine.
Just as Stephen Strange was seriously reading the Book of Cagliostro, he suddenly heard a rumble from outside. Stephen Strange immediately became alert.
He quickly went downstairs and opened the door. Hey, unexpectedly, it was only a black magician.
The black magician looked flustered, as if something had happened. He anxiously pulled Stephen Strange aside and whispered to him, though no one knew what he said.
At the same time, in the Hunter's space, Blaine's sword fingers, which had been focused on injecting spiritual power into the raw Vibranium, suddenly stopped. His eyes lit up as though he had sensed something.
Blaine looked down at the raw Vibranium in his hand that had not yet exploded. At this moment, this piece of Vibranium no longer had its original appearance. Not only had its color changed, but even its shape had become illusory. Could it be that Blaine's eyes had lit up just now because this experiment was finally about to succeed? After all, so many days had passed, and the god of luck should favor him once more.
…
At the moment Blaine was stunned, unexpectedly, this piece of raw Vibranium still exploded.
However, judging from Blaine's expression, it seemed there was no surprise at all, as if what had happened just now had nothing to do with him, and he was not the one who had been caught in the explosion.
Had Blaine been blown stupid? No. Blaine was simply numb. Moreover, from the moment his eyes had lit up just now, his attention had long since closed the door on the raw Vibranium.
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