Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 318: Chapter 318



Feeling the aura radiating from Kaecilius, Stephen Strange almost thought he was hallucinating.

The sheer magnitude of this energy was so vast and terrifying that it felt infinite.

But such an overwhelming amount of energy contained safely within a single person?

Not exploding?

This was what Stephen found utterly incomprehensible.

His studies at Kamar-Taj had taught him a lot about magic.

As long as one learned the knowledge and understood how to cast spells, magic could be unleashed.

However, the energy for magic didn't originate from the mage's body. Instead, it was borrowed from various dimensions.

Since dimensions without rulers were exceedingly rare, most mages borrowed power from dimensional demon gods.

When casting magic, they essentially siphoned energy in real time.

This is why Strange found Kaecilius even more astonishing-his body could house such terrifying power directly?

Just by sensing it, Stephen could imagine how powerful Kaecilius had become.

Most mages casting magic were like opening a faucet, drawing only a small stream of energy. But Kaecilius?

He wasn't using a faucet; he was unleashing an entire river, an entire ocean.

This thought struck not only Strange but also Wong and even Maurice.

"Where did you get such an overwhelming amount of energy?" Wong couldn't help but ask.

Kaecilius smiled under their scrutinizing gaze and replied, "Because of my devotion, the Great One has granted me a fraction of His divine power."

As if understanding their disbelief, Kaecilius continued, "This is not an illusion."

"The proof is my appearance-I look younger by more than a decade."

As he spoke, Kaecilius glanced at Stephen Strange.

Wong and the others were shocked.

Looking closer, they realized that Kaecilius did indeed appear much younger, almost like a different person.

Strange, who had just met Kaecilius the previous night, was certain of this transformation.

The idea of restoring youth was already beyond Strange's imagination.

For someone who had always been arrogant, confident in his aptitude for mysticism, and believed he could achieve anything, this realization shook him to his core.

If this power could reverse aging, could it also restore his hands?

Could it grant him unparalleled strength?

The thought crossed Strange's mind-what if he had joined Kaecilius' group that night? Would he also possess such power now?

Meanwhile, Maurice couldn't accept what he was seeing.

"Lord Dormammu is invincible! The power he granted me cannot be inferior to yours!"

In this moment, Maurice's faith in Dormammu wavered.

"Ah!"

Refusing to believe, Maurice frantically channeled dark energy, attempting to reclaim control of the distorted space.

But Kaecilius made his move.

A golden staff, shimmering with divine brilliance, materialized in his hand.

With a swipe, the staff extended toward Maurice.

Maurice's eyes widened in shock as he narrowly dodged.

Screeech!

The staff left a deep, jagged trench over ten meters long in the ground, as though cutting through tofu.

Witnessing this, Wong, Strange, and Maurice were all left slack-jawed.

"What kind of magic is this?"

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"That's impossible! That magic can only be channeled through an artifact. How are you casting it bare-handed?"

Maurice's disbelief grew.

Magic as complex and powerful as this usually required a conduit like an enchanted staff or relic to stabilize it. Yet Kaecilius was conjuring it directly, with even greater potency.

How could this be?

While effortlessly controlling the divine staff to assault Maurice, Kaecilius walked forward leisurely and explained, "This is the power granted by the Great One."

"You think I merely possess immense energy?"

"My aptitude for magic has reached levels you cannot even imagine."

As he spoke, Kaecilius unleashed a cascade of spells-

Portals

Magic whips

The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak

The Chains of Seraphim

Each spell, whether simple or forbidden, was cast with unparalleled intensity, their power magnified dozens of times.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The palace was bathed in golden light, the force of the spells obliterating sections of its

structure.

At one point, the roof exploded, leaving a gaping hole.

Under the stunned gazes of Wong and Strange, Kaecilius utterly dominated Maurice.

Finally, with the sound of the Crimson Bands locking into place, Maurice was bound tightly,

unable to move an inch.

"Dormammu's power is overrated," Kaecilius declared calmly.

Of course, he knew the main reason was Maurice's inability to handle too much dark energy, limiting the power Dormammu could bestow.

"Ha... hahaha..."

Maurice let out a deranged laugh, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Kaecilius, and all of you-you shouldn't celebrate too soon."

"Do you think defeating me means it's over? No!"

"Lord Dormammu, who rules all, is about to descend. All of you, mere insects in his way, will

be crushed!"

As if to confirm his words, two deafening explosions echoed in the distance.

"The other two Sanctuaries!" Wong exclaimed, his face pale. "How did you manage that? Do

you have allies?"

"Do you think asking these questions now will make a difference?" Maurice sneered, his expression triumphant. "The darkness will consume everything. You will all become part of

Lord Dormammu!"

At that moment, an ominous feeling washed over them, as though the protective barrier

around Earth was rapidly disintegrating.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed.

Turning toward the source, they saw the Ancient One approaching in her iconic white robes.

"The Ancient One?"

Both Maurice and Kaecilius looked visibly startled.

When did she arrive?

Had she witnessed everything?

The Ancient One's gaze swept over Kaecilius, her expression tinged with astonishment.

(End of Chapter)

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