Meiman God Cultivation System

In a guest room at Kamal Taj, Strange suddenly woke up from his sleep. He was sweating profusely and subconsciously looked at his body. He remembered that he had been smashed into a puddle of flesh just now.

The soul separated from the body and flew towards the endless sky. If a big hand hadn't patted him back to the ground, he would have reached heaven.

"Am I dreaming?"

"No! You are not dreaming. You did fall to death. I saved you." Roger's faint figure suddenly came from the darkness on one side, and Strange was so frightened that Strange grabbed the pillow with a cry.

It's about to be thrown out.

At first glance, it was Roger's face, and he relaxed. At this time, his head was suffering from a headache and he couldn't think clearly. He subconsciously asked: "What do you mean? I died and you resurrected me? Then what am I now?"

?Zombies? Or ghosts?"

"How about this! I have a good way for you to tell what is real." Seeing Roger approaching with a smile on his face, Strange was confused for two seconds and then nodded, acquiescing.

In this quiet night, only a crisp sound was heard from the empty guest room.

"Snapped!"

"Fuck Fuck! Is there something wrong with you?" Strange covered his red and swollen cheeks and backed up to the window, almost breaking the window and running away.

Roger raised his eyebrows, and his open hands made Strange feel a little confused. "How is it? Is this level of pain very real?"

"During today's magic teaching, due to my negligence, you died once. I sincerely apologize for this." Roger leaned on the cabinet, picked up a cup of steaming coffee, and drank it deliciously.

Taste it.

That understatement showed no sincerity at all.

"As compensation, I will personally teach you magic. After learning magic, you can recover the injuries on your hands, protect the earth, and become a superhero. How about it? Isn't it cool?"

The more Strange listened, the more he felt that this place was like some kind of pyramid scheme den. He just wanted to leave here right now. Even if he was wandering outside begging for food, it was better than spending time with these crazy people.

"No! Thank you! I still don't want to learn such powerful magic. I want to go back and be a good doctor."

Roger grabbed Strange's collar and pulled him close to him, "Don't you want to regain your hands, return to the operating room, and be the master who controls everything and death? Don't you want to take back what belongs to you?

Everything about? Your Christine?”

"You don't have to hide it. There is no one else here. You can tell your truest thoughts and magic will help you realize it all." Roger threw him back on the bed, hugged him with his arms and looked at him quietly.

"I...I just want to save people, I want to save myself." At this moment, countless flashbacks from the multiverse appeared in Strange's mind, and countless dangers and opportunities were constantly tempting him.

"If you don't want to take on the cause and effect of magic, then take your crippled hands and return to Christine, and watch with your own eyes as she becomes disappointed in you bit by bit and becomes desperate."

Roger's words were like a needle, piercing into Strange's heart. He made an instant decision. Instead of continuing to despair, it was better to grasp this last straw.

Strange knelt on the bed and looked at Roger with trembling hands. "Teach me! Teach me!"

After seeing this, Roger nodded with satisfaction.

"Card!"

"Okay! Put everything away and get ready to start practicing!"

While Roger was talking, the entire guest room began to be dismantled. The various walls, windows, night scenes, furniture, and curtains were all props used in filming movies. When everything was dismantled, more than thirty apprentices were busy packing their things.

This dramatic scene immediately made Strange feel extremely embarrassed.

"Get up quickly, this bed needs to be returned, and the next crew is waiting for filming." The bald apprentice urged Strange, who was in a daze, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

The moment he saw the bald head, Strange jumped out of bed. Of course he recognized this guy. It was this guy who took him to skydive without a parachute. In the end, he fell to death without even seeing him come to save him.

When everything was cleared, Strange found himself in a strange space, like a broken glass room.

"Okay! You bring this thing with you, they will teach you all the basic magic." Roger threw away the hanging ring, changed into a beach shorts suit, and sat on the luxurious beach chair.

Strange looked confused, "What? How is this different from before...ahhhh Fuck!"

Before he finished speaking, Strange and the more than thirty apprentices started free falling again.

...

A month later, Strange was practicing Tai Chi taught by Roger with his brothers in the training square, while secretly observing Roger while he was sleeping.

In this short period of one month, he experienced an incredible life. Who would have thought that he could not sleep for a month and directly evolve from an ordinary person to a magician.

This is outrageous!

Bang! Strange felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, and a stick from the Tribunal of Life came around from behind him, as if to punish him for not practicing seriously and having random thoughts.

While everyone was practicing diligently, Roger finally woke up from his nap, yawned comfortably, stretched, and narrowed his eyes. However, Roger noticed from the corner of his eye that Strange was a bitch.

He was actually wearing a hanging ring.

He gently clapped his hands to summon the apprentices, and Roger said to them in a serious voice:

"As a mage, especially the most orthodox mage of Karma Taj, we will inevitably encounter situations of close combat. In close combat, I have taught you some useful techniques such as flash technique and lime technique."

"But today, tell me, Strange, why are you still wearing the hanging ring?"

"The hanging ring is used to assist you and make you more focused. I have obviously trained you to cast spells without the hanging ring. Why are you still wearing it?"

"You have developed dependence after wearing it for a long time, and someone stole the hanging ring during the battle. What should you do? Are you waiting to die?"

"As a mage, can you have some brains? In a duel between mages, you must first smash the opponent's hanging ring to make the opponent lose the ability to cast spells. This is the most basic combat quality."

Roger grabbed it with his bare hands, and the hanging ring flew away from Strange's fingers and flew into Roger's hand.

Strange wanted to retort a few words, but he was worried about being thrown into a free fall. By the way, he could experience suffocation in the deep sea, sand sea of ​​despair, hide-and-seek with beasts and other small games, so he immediately did not dare to speak out.

"Okay! As Karma Taj, you will become the successors of the Supreme Mage in the future. Now continue to review the nine sports of the Iron Mage a hundred times."

In an instant, a huge Tai Chi diagram enveloped Kama Taj, and everyone was immediately pulled by a powerful attraction and fell down.

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