**Chapter 215: The Truth That Left Them Dumbfounded (Part 2)** “Oh, oh, oh! Are these the official cosplayers?” “The costumes are so professional!” “Love it, love it!” Aside from Stephen, the other Kamar-Taj sorcerers were utterly confused, their stiff expressions full of comedic effect. Under the spotlight, every detail of their reactions was clearly visible. To make things worse, next to them was a giant projection screen almost as big as a standard IMAX. Their every move was displayed for all to see

“Oh, oh, oh! Are these the official cosplayers?”

 “The costumes are so professional!”

 “Love it, love it!”

 Aside from Stephen, the other Kamar-Taj sorcerers were utterly confused, their stiff expressions full of comedic effect. Under the spotlight, every detail of their reactions was clearly visible.

 To make things worse, next to them was a giant projection screen almost as big as a standard IMAX. Their every move was displayed for all to see.

 Stephen and the others were dumbfounded.

 A professional DJ's magnetic voice echoed through the stadium: “Let's give a warm round of applause to our official cosplayer team! What do you think, do they look like—?”

 “They do!” a group of silly gamers shouted in unison.

 You had to admit, with Stephen’s suave, refined handsomeness, he could easily pass for a grand sorcerer. Heck, he could even star in a movie as Sherlock Holmes and pull off the role perfectly.

 His entrance was a flawless embodiment of the character of a powerful sorcerer.

 The crowd clapped, some screamed, and others whistled, while the heavy metal music amped up the atmosphere even more.

 The mighty Sorcerer Supreme found himself in an unbelievably awkward situation. All he could do was force an elegant, composed smile while posing for the players taking photos with their phones. Occasionally, he turned back to quietly instruct Wong and the others, “Don’t act rashly. This doesn’t feel like Ares’ doing.”

 Wong kept a stiff, awkward smile on his face, whispering, “I can sense a faint trace of divine power.”

 “Hmm. Let’s observe a bit more first.”

 The massive indoor stadium was divided into several sections.

 The largest section was dedicated to the online game **Elder Scrolls: Sword and Sorcery**. Players only needed to control a character—whether wielding weapons or using magic—and follow orders from the squad leader or captain to engage in fast-paced battles, which were the most popular among players.

 The second largest section was a WWII-themed first-person shooter game.

 On the big screen, a professional director switched between different camera angles, passionately commentating on the battle.

 The third section was for a more niche strategy game.

 The game being played was **Stellaris**, often referred to as a “galactic war criminal simulator.”

 **Asmon** yelled, “This game’s broken! Why won’t they let humans date aliens?”

 Before he could finish his rant, security grabbed him and tossed him into the dumpster out back.

 ... 

This chaotic, wild scene left Doctor Strange utterly speechless. He thought to himself: *Has the God of War really become this modern and trendy?*

 As the players’ attention gradually shifted back to the big screen, Wong leaned in and whispered, “Could it be that the God of War is secretly training warriors for battle? I’ve heard some drone pilots can kill people from thousands of miles away.”

 “No,” Stephen said, pointing to the guy who had just been thrown out. “Are you telling me the God of War is going to turn gamers into intergalactic fleet commanders?”

 Just as Doctor Strange and his companions were feeling uneasy, a familiar face appeared to clear things up.

 “It’s you!” Stephen immediately recognized the woman as the secretary of the mysterious benefactor who had financially supported him during the lowest point of his life after his car accident.

 She was none other than Dinah Lance, the Black Canary.

 She smiled and said, “Please follow me, Kamar-Taj sorcerers. My master will explain everything.”

 Stephen’s heart began to race.

 He was genuinely afraid.

 Why? Because this meant that someone had been watching him from the start. Everything he had done was already part of their plan. If they turned out to be an enemy, his chances of winning would be close to zero.

 American stadiums usually had luxury suites reserved for the rich, and this one was no exception. In one of these lavishly decorated suites, Stephen and his group entered to find a bald man sitting in the center. 

“It really is you... Kratos!” Stephen exclaimed as he saw the man, who was lounging casually, being attended by a beautiful veiled servant. That inexplicable sense of familiarity now made perfect sense.

“I’m afraid so. I’m the unfortunate God of War,” Kratos admitted.

As Stephen discreetly gestured to his team to stand down, he sat across from Kratos on the sofa. “Talk. You know I’m the Sorcerer Supreme, so you must realize I have to get involved.”

Stephen’s face was full of exasperation, but he subtly touched the **Eye of Agamotto** hanging around his neck.

 He was preparing to give himself some insurance by rewinding time if necessary.

 Sensing his move, Kratos sighed. “Hey, relax, Stephen. If I had any ill intentions, Earth would already be finished.”

 A man of great wisdom doesn’t like his strategies being exposed.

 But since the atmosphere wasn’t hostile and they were old acquaintances, Stephen waved his hand. “Everyone else, leave. Wong, you stay with me.”

 The other Kamar-Taj sorcerers filed out, standing in the hallway, locking eyes with Black Canary.

 Once only the four of them remained in the room, Kratos smiled and opened his right palm, revealing a glowing red gem that emitted a mysterious energy.

 Doctor Strange’s heart clenched, and both he and Wong’s eyes widened in shock. They realized this gem was on the same level as the **Eye of Agamotto**.

 Kratos explained, “The power of the **Eye of Agamotto** is time. This gem brings fantasies into reality through destruction and ruin. Together with four others, they’re called the **Infinity Stones**.”

 At this moment, Stephen and Wong almost completely believed Kratos. 

Someone in possession of such artifacts, yet not wreaking havoc, could hardly be an evil person. 

“So how did you become the God of War in Greece?”

 “I killed Ares, and then, somehow, I became the God of War. To keep myself from going mad, I have to regularly organize some form of ‘war.’ Does that sound believable to you?”

 Doctor Strange couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

 Was that even possible?

(End of Chapter)