marvel summoner

If "divine punishment" can be unleashed on a global scale in the future, what is the difference between him and the gods?

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but lose his mind.

Can I really be that powerful in the future?

Is Gu Yi so powerful?

Then,

He was unable to control the sacred ball of light. All the energy tilted down and turned into a beam of light, all of which was inserted into Tiwan, the only target within the range.

He almost lost his voice because a finger-thick wisp was enough to satisfy him. How could he bear it when he was as big as a basketball?

"Ah~"

He screamed on the spot and fell to the ground with a look of intoxication on his face. His consciousness was clearly clear but his body just refused to obey his orders.

Just as oxygen is an indispensable substance for living things to maintain life, excessive intake of oxygen can also cause oxygen poisoning.

Tiwan's body felt "drunk" due to "too much vitality" and went on strike...

What's even more frightening is that,

Because his vitality is too strong, his body is in an "extremely excited state", which is roughly similar to... gc.

Is continuous gc enjoyable?

Cool!

Very cool!

Very cool!

It’s so cool!

He lay on the floor groaning for a long time, unable to get up.

It was the cell phone in his arms that rang first.

Tiwan used his telekinesis to take out his phone and looked at it in front of his eyes. Fortunately, Fury's telekinesis was controlled by his consciousness and did not fail.

After answering the phone, Fury's words came immediately.

"My men said that after you were hit by your own magic, you lay on the ground and couldn't get up? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

Tiwan couldn't help but trembled when he heard this, and he struggled to sit up from the floor. In his impression, ambulances in the United States are expensive...

After he sat up, he realized that he was now a billionaire, so he was afraid of this expense?

and,

Fury was obviously joking with him.

"Ah~ Ahem!" Tiwan's tone of voice was not quite right when he spoke, and he quickly adjusted: "No, this magic is healing and won't cause any harm~"

"...Your tone seems not quite right. Are you really okay?"

"It's okay...it's not right!" Tiwan reacted suddenly: "You're just staring at me over there at the surveillance camera? You want to come over and see it openly, why are you working so hard?"

"...Do you know how long you were lying on the ground?"

"how long?"

"Seven minutes. They all thought you were dead before reporting to me."

"......so long?"

Tiwan didn't realize that so much time had passed. After all, his body had been in a gc state...

It took Fury seven minutes to call, so it was already too late.

"Ahem... Okay, my fault." Tiwan snorted silently in embarrassment: "As compensation, I happened to have learned a new healing magic, so I will treat the wounded for your S.H.I.E.L.D. agency."

"Oh?" Fury was a little interested: "How far can it be cured?"

"Well... I don't dare to say anything else. Anyway, it's fun."

"..."

Why doesn't it sound like serious treatment?

New York, Manhattan, International Trade Center, Osborne Building, top floor.

Norman Osborne, the largest shareholder of Osborne Biotechnology, sat in the chairman's seat and stared at the test report in his hand carefully.

If you observe carefully, you will find that Norman's hand is trembling slightly.

That was not an expression of his inner excitement, but a hereditary disease in the Osborne family. Like a curse, all members of the Osborne family would not survive the age of thirty.

not only that,

Norman, who is only 24 years old now, already has the face of a "successful person". Some people would believe him if he said he was 40 years old.

This curse is seriously consuming his life.

over the years,

The Osborne family has devoted countless efforts and wealth to find a cure for this genetic disease, thus creating "Osborne Biotechnology".

But all the ancestors died before the age of thirty. If not for the "precocious" males in their family, their bloodline would have been cut off long ago.

Norman, who was sixteen years old at the time, took over the company from his 29-year-old father and had been feeling the fear of the countdown to death for eight years.

This drove him almost crazy.

And now,

The report in his hand told him that the medicines bought from the "magician" mentioned in the intelligence intercepted by the military actually had the magical effect of "replenishing vitality"!

Physical strength, endurance, endurance, explosive power, self-healing power, and even cell vitality, the potions of this "Life Potion" and "Reusable Potion" can all be replenished!

Isn’t this replenishing vitality or what?

What’s even more amazing is that this medicine has no side effects at all!

Absolutely not!

(Tiwan: That’s because your dose is not enough! Eat my big tits!)

This gave Norman a glimmer of hope. Can this medicine cure his family's hereditary disease?

He put down the test report and looked up at the finger-sized glass bottle on the table, hesitantly.

I am not afraid that there is something wrong with this medicine. It has been tested and does not have any side effects. Ordinary people can strengthen their health after drinking it. It can be called a universal panacea.

He was afraid...what if it didn't work?

The company has given him a lot of hope over the years, but reality slaps him hard every time. The despair after hope will make people crazy.

for a long time,

Norman, who was still hesitating, suddenly became short of breath and his body trembled like a sieve of chaff (kāng, shāi).

That damn curse is back!

Feeling the painful tide rushing towards him, Norman grasped the "Potion of Life" as if he was the last straw in the water and tried to pull out the cork, but his violently trembling hands showed no dexterity at all.

Failed.

He could only bite open the cork with his teeth, not caring about spitting it out, and poured all the scarlet liquid together with the cork into his mouth.

He only felt a warm warmth coming over his body, lifting him up from the endless tide, and his violently shaking body slowly calmed down.

efficient?

It actually works?!

Norman climbed up from the floor with joy, opened the drawer and took out a palm-sized instrument, and pressed his thumb on a groove on it.

This is a testing device specially designed for his genetic disease.

quickly,

A string of data was displayed on the screen, indicating that his genetic disease had not been improved, but... it was not serious either!

That damn curse, stop!

Although this is a bit disappointing for Norman, it is already like nectar from heaven. You must know that the ancestors can't even delay it! Each of them can only die at the age of thirty.

As long as this "Life Potion" is enough, he can at least continue to live... until he dies of old age?

Die of old age?

What a far-fetched word.

Norman suddenly laughed loudly, as heartily as his age.

He has been depressed for too long!

It has been so long that he has almost forgotten hope and has fallen into the quagmire of despair, unable to extricate himself. Perhaps he will soon follow in the footsteps of his ancestors and be driven crazy by the disease.

but now,

In a desperate situation, he grasped the glimmer of light and was bound to win!

Can the magician who produced the "Potion of Life"...can cure his genetic disease?

He must go and see the magician in person!

As for what he can pay...

As long as he could get rid of this damn curse, Norman would give up everything for it.

everything!