Marvel Cybernetic Girl-Chapter 332 The Speedrun Path to Becoming a Sorcerer

Normally, for someone to master dimensional magic, they must devote themselves to rigorous training under the guidance of someone like the Ancient One.

It’s a grueling process—but not a complicated one.

As the Ancient One often puts it, dimensional sorcery is simply another way of observing and interpreting the world.

It’s not some mysterious supernatural force—it’s more like the "source code" of reality, giving you the power to rewrite the very program of existence.

Just as ancient civilizations explained the world through mythology, and modern science uses numbers and formulas, sorcerers use dimensional magic to perceive and influence the world around them.

So, the key to awakening Stephen Strange’s potential lies in two things: belief and understanding.

Typically, a sorcerer-in-training would immerse themselves in texts on magic and the multiverse, learn the underlying theories, and gradually awaken their abilities with a mentor’s guidance.

It’s really no different from studying any technical field.

Most students take over three years to master even the basics. Some spend decades before they can even begin to access magical energy.

But Stephen Strange... well, his case is very different.

With the powerful Lord of the Dark Dimension—Dormammu—closing in, Earth needs a new Sorcerer Supreme. Fast.

The Ancient One has given Strange exactly three days to awaken and master dimensional sorcery.

Three. Days.

Seriously—three days?!

Was this man secretly some kind of genius protagonist in a fantasy novel?

Completing years—maybe even decades—worth of training in just three days? That’s a classic shonen manga plot right there.

But there’s no other option. The world doesn’t have time to wait.

Which means... it’s up to Kagura to help him achieve this miracle.

Or, if necessary... do it for him.

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Day One of Training: Stephen Strange is still just an ordinary guy.

He’d spent the previous night reading a few beginner-level magic theory books, did some warm-up exercises (of questionable origin) to try and get in shape... and now he was standing in front of Kagura, looking incredibly smug.

"Let’s get this straight first, Dr. Strange. I’m not a trained sorcerer, and I’ve never taught anyone before.

I’m just following the Ancient One’s instructions to help you master dimensional magic as quickly as possible."

"And those instructions," Strange said, still visibly confused, "are to beat me up?"

"Yup," Kagura replied with a smile. "It may sound crude, but awakening magic boils down to two things: understanding and belief."

"The ’understanding’ part comes from books. But ’belief’... that comes from a life-or-death experience. You have to feel like grabbing hold of magic is the only way to survive."

"Tch. You talk like some kind of expert, but aren’t you just a rookie like me?"

Strange rolled his shoulders and slipped into a strange-looking combat stance.

"Just so you know, I’ve trained in close-quarters combat. I may not have magic, but I can hold my own in a fight. You’re just a dainty little girl—don’t go crying when I land a hit!"

"Ahahaha. Don’t worry, Doctor." Kagura’s smile turned a shade more wicked.

"I’ve come prepared. The Ancient One didn’t bring me here for nothing. If you can’t use magic to defend yourself—then I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life."

’Click.’

Before Strange could react, Kagura reached for the strap on her thigh and drew a compact, golden folding knife.

The moment it touched her hand, a built-in sensor activated.

The blade extended with a soft mechanical hum, growing into a gleaming dagger nearly 20 centimeters long.

She gave it a light flourish and grinned coldly. "Since this is your first day, and you don’t even know how to cast a basic spell, I’ll go easy on you—no heavy weapons for now."

Strange instinctively took a step back. His eyebrows shot up. "H-Hold on. Is that a real blade? What are you planning to do with that?! Are you seriously trying to kill me!?"

"Bingo," Kagura said cheerfully, nodding. "Consider this your death match—starting now!"

’Whoosh!’

Before Strange could even react, she dashed in close.

At first glance, he didn’t take her seriously.

She looked like a delicate young woman in a qipao, high heels clicking softly, flawless skin and slender limbs showing no signs of physical training.

She didn’t seem remotely threatening—even with a dagger in her hand.

’Come on,’ he thought. ’I’ve sparred in the gym. I’ve handled aggressive jerks in the ER. No way some girl can—’

’SHING!’

The blade flashed.

His side erupted in pain as his shirt tore open—she’d slashed him cleanly across the waist.

"AAAGH!!"

Strange staggered back, clutching his side. "Hey! That was a real cut! You actually stabbed me?!"

"Of course I did. Did I ever say this was just pretend?"

Kagura casually flicked the dagger, spinning it through a flurry of glinting arcs.

"I’m dead serious. The Ancient One is, too. You might not realize it yet—but this is about the fate of the entire planet."

The silver-haired girl leaned in slightly. Her narrow waist, emphasized by the tight qipao, gave her an almost seductive presence.

Her chest, too, drew attention despite the danger she radiated.

"So, you better wake up fast. Otherwise..."

Her smile sharpened.

"You really are going to die."

’Whoosh!’

She lunged again, the blade aimed directly for his throat.

Stephen Strange had no choice but to take her seriously now.

This beautifully dressed girl with twin tails and a flawless smile wasn’t just some dainty student.

If he let his guard down again, she really would kill him.

Stephen Strange gritted his teeth and threw everything he had into the fight.

He used every combat technique he’d ever picked up from his time at the gym, mixing it with his own instincts and a primal will to survive.

The result? A wildly flailing, awkward brawler’s style that could only be described as "turtle kung fu."

He was banking on the philosophy of "no form is the best form" to try and fend off Kagura’s relentless attacks.

’Crack!’

"Aagh!"

Unfortunately for him, things didn’t go as planned.

Before long, several more cuts had already appeared on Strange’s body.

"Ow! That hurts! Could you not go so hard!?"

"Nooope" Kagura brought the dagger up to her lips and gave the blade a teasing lick with her tongue.

"I’m already going easy on you. If this were a real fight, you’d be dead by now."

"Then why are you trying to cut me up like this in the first place!? Can I call the cops? What kind of insane training is this!? What kind of ’special treatment’ involves getting sliced like sushi!?"

"Doctor Strange, in this world, not everything is ours to choose," Kagura said coolly.

"You might not be ready now—but one day, you’ll have no choice but to rise above. To take on the role you were meant to play. A hero’s duty isn’t something you can run from."

Her golden eyes dimmed slightly, voice softening just a little.

"Just like I once couldn’t..."

’Shing!’

The blade came for him again, and Strange barely managed to dodge.

"Struggle. Cry out. And awaken in the depths of blood and pain," she murmured.

"Don’t worry. My combat technique is flawless. If you can’t awaken your dimensional magic, there’s no way you’ll ever be able to block my blade."

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From afar, the Ancient One watched the scene unfold—Stephen Strange being thoroughly worked over by Kagura.

Her usually calm face betrayed the faintest flicker of emotion.

The power of the Dark Dimension was closing in fast.

And this world...

More than ever, it needed a new Sorcerer Supreme.

Please, Kagura.

You and Stephen Strange might just be this world’s—no, this reality’s—last hope.