Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Jie's eyes were stinging, but his body was shaking slightly. He couldn't understand what happened to this madman, but it didn't prevent him from understanding one thing - it was no longer human.

It also expanded the wound on his stomach with a look of enjoyment. The strange thing was that there was no blood flowing out of the wound. Jie's gaze inevitably turned to both sides of the wriggling wound. The cut flesh and the various internal organs inside were clearly seen by Jie under the expansion of the rib. They were completely laid out. Putting and beating, actually makes Jie feel a sense of beauty.

Its voice with enjoyment came: "Did you see it? How? Can my art make you feel a little bit of beauty?"

You call this art?

Jie tried his best to withdraw his sight, and he was knocked out with a mental tremor that had been brewing for a long time. The invisible psychic tentacles slammed the monster's head with his anger, and it shattered its head in an instant.

But its headless body was still standing, and the half chin hanging on its neck was still wriggling, and it actually made a voice: "...Thank you for your help, ah, it turns out that you can really see him between life and death... …”

It groaned and twitched, and countless granulations began to grow on the mutilated head, and after a while, it returned to its original state. There was undisguised love and greed in the sickly pink-purple pupils, it looked at the ring with loving eyes, the girl had become insignificant in its eyes at this time.

"Can you do it again? He is so beautiful..." The creature said to Ring sincerely.

Jie raised his right hand, and with a burst of pain, a long and narrow wound opened in the palm of his hand at some point, not like it was cut by a knife blade or some sharp object. It's as natural as his musculature cracking open on its own - although it's completely unlikely that this would happen naturally. What's even more bizarre is that the blood that had already flowed out returned to his wound by himself.

It's like being sucked by something.

It raised its right hand embarrassedly, covered its mouth, and said softly: "I'm really sorry, I haven't been able to control this power well... But since you already have seeds on your body, why not , take a look?"

It began to recite verses, with an impeccable aria, a voice in a low voice with a certain charm that made one want to continue listening: "The world is desolate, except this one."

"Snapped."

It snapped its fingers crisply, and the palm of the ring's right hand began to tremble. From the long and narrow wound, the bones of his hand began to crawled out a little bit by himself. It's like a bug that has always been alien, and the white bones can actually reflect the shadow of the ring, which is obviously something that human bones can't do at all.

There was a satisfied smile on its sick face: "My work... is finally born. What do you think?"

Jie fell to his knees feebly, the pain had dried up his sanity. He didn't realize when he was attacked at all, and watched his hand bones crawling out of the wound, and his skin and muscles were thrown away like a piece of clothing, which had made him on the verge of collapse-original, he Not so fragile. But the musky scent emanating from what had been Khada Jhin clearly served a different purpose.

The thing that used to be Kada Jhin came to him with an elegant and unique step. Wrapped around it with his slender tongue, feeling every detail.

Its body trembled, as if it had reached some kind of peak.

It breathed heavily to itself: "Art! How perfect..."

The monster squatted down, and it picked up Jie's head, forcing him to open his eyes and look at his hand bones: "Look at it! Isn't this you and my child? This is the crystallization of my art...but Born from you! You should be proud of it!"

It laughed wildly: "I'll go on,

Honey. When they find you, they will cry emotionally - because by then, you have become a perfect work of art! This will be my swan song! My last gig! mine......."

On that face, everything was nothing but a certain peace. The curtain came to an end as if the drama had come to an end, it muttered to itself: "My, the curtain call."

Gotta find a way.

This thought flashed through Jie's chaotic head, but he managed to gather a little rational thinking, and in the next second, he was completely burned by the pain from his right hand. This kind of pain is different from the past—Jie is almost certain, that thing must have done something to him. At this moment, he is not only in pain, but also feels a kind of high-flying pleasure.

The two opposing feelings were intertwined, and this was the culprit that prevented him from concentrating and thinking.

He struggled to open his eyes to see what the monster was doing. Finding that it was choosing a knife with its back facing itself, two large bags began to bulge on the shoulder blades of its beautiful body with no gender, and its legs became slender and round, reflecting a coquettish light. Ring felt a sudden attraction.

He could swear to God, swear to He Shenyan, swear to anything. Just a little bit, he was about to completely indulge in it. But he didn't, the mage's face flashed in his heart. His handsome face was full of mean expressions at this time: "How did you do this?"

I don't know, teacher. It...is a monster.

"Yeah, my disciple can't even deal with such a thing. You really shame me."

Yes, teacher...I put you to shame. But...I really can't beat it.

For some reason, He Shenyan's voice gradually became real, and Jie heard him say, "Can't win? Yes, you may not win. But you have to make this thing impossible to win. Think about it, Jie. If You give up now, what will happen to your little girlfriend and the innocent civilians of this place - do you really believe this is its curtain call? Do you think a monster like that will stop its depraved art? "

I don't think so, teacher. But I can't think, I don't even know why I can still hear your voice.

"Sometimes, you don't need to think, quit." He Shenyan's voice became louder and louder, and it gradually became like a bang in his ear like Hong Zhong Da Lu. Every word had a killing intent, and Jie heard him say, "You're a reality bender, Jie. You don't need to think, you don't need that basic logic - you just need to kill this bastard. ."

"Can't do it? First...believe you can do it yourself."

But I... can't even get up. Ah, if only you were here.

He Shenyan hated that iron could not become steel and said: "Idiot! Is it possible that I can stay by your side all the time? What's more, isn't this power cultivated by yourself? I just threw you a copy Books - I didn't even tell you, you're a reality bender."

"Now, stand up. Don't tell me you can't stand up, believe it! Believe you can stand up yourself, believe you can conquer it, tear its soul to shreds, believe it! You have to Believe!"

trust yourself?

Chi felt a sense of absurdity. In his mind, any power had its price. The qi of practitioners comes from their perception and accumulation of nature. The energy used by monks comes from their long meditations. The strong bodies of the warriors also come from the accumulated training. How could he defeat that monster with just the words 'believe in yourself'?

Doesn't this seem a little too playful? How could he just believing in his four words, he would be resurrected with blood on the spot, stand up like nothing, and then kill it with the power he didn't know where to get it?

At this time, he heard He Shenyan's words again, and his voice was very calm: "Ji, sometimes, you don't need to think so much."

"All you have to do is kill it, that's all. If you can't believe in yourself - do you have the courage to do whatever it takes? Even... your soul is shattered."

I have.

"Prove it to me."

OK, teacher.

Jie opened his eyes, and two black stars slowly turned in his eye sockets. He floated up from the ground without a sound, and his right palm, which was like a leather glove, was quickly returning to its original shape. He clenched his right fist and looked up at it.

"Hey."

It raised its eyebrows, turned around unexpectedly, and laughed happily when it saw the ring floating in the sky: "God! This is really His gift, you are so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off!"

"yes?"

Ring smiled lightly.

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He Shenyan opened his eyes. He found that Kronos, who was sitting opposite him, was looking at him worriedly. Since this Astarte learned that he can communicate with the Emperor, his attitude has become extremely respectful. This made the wizard feel uncomfortable, but no matter what he said, Kronos insisted that his respect was necessary.

His original words were: "The emperor is above, if you went to my world, you would have been enshrined as a living saint!"

Heck living saint...

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Your expression just now was very solemn."

"Of course, Kronos. My stupid apprentice got into trouble, and he nearly got himself killed when he was clearly capable of handling it himself."

He Shenyan said to himself, "Born to be a reality bender, such a rare creature actually made me meet..."

Gu Ti \u0026lt;/span\u0026gt; He smiled and shook his head, not at all worried about the ring that was fighting to the death with the monster. In his view, it is just a mortal who has received a glimpse of the Lord of Pleasure. Although it has become his family, a monster who endlessly pursues all kinds of pleasure. But it is not the opponent of the ring.

"Reality benders?"

"Ha, since you asked... Kronos, get ready, I'm a very good teacher." He Shenyan smiled narrowly at him, and then began to talk at length.

"It's what they want - that's one of their outward expressions. But very few reality benders are able to do that, and most of them just use it to make their lives better. That's all, most people don't even know they have this ability until they die."

"Imagine an ordinary person, a relationship manager working in a bank... well, you probably don't quite understand what I'm talking about. I'll put it another way."

"An ordinary Astarte. He was conscientious, ruthlessly slaughtering the enemies of the Imperium of Man for hundreds of years. Whether it was aliens, demons, or the fallen traitors among them. But he was just an Aspen after all. Tate, he's going to die too."

"Finally, on a mission, his comrades were all killed by something - hi, excuse me. I don't know much about the enemies you face, do you suggest making up a plausible one?"

He Shenyan's joking attitude did not disgust Kronos at all, and he actually thought about it seriously. After a long silence, he said cautiously: "...Considering the identity you made up for this Astarte, he is most likely a battle commander. A veteran like me."

Seeing that Astarte was about to start talking, He Shenyan quickly interrupted him. He hasn't finished his own words yet: "Ah, you don't have to be so serious. In short, let's assume that a very powerful demon kills all his comrades in arms."

"Then, this Astarte got angry."

"In extreme anger, he tore the monster's hands apart and managed to survive. Back in his Chapter, he thought he was blessed by the Emperor to exert that power."

"Interrupt you, sir. With all due respect, if there is such a thing as an Astarte who can tear up a great demon...he might be executed by the Inquisition after the war." Kronos said with a blank expression. "It's not that there is no such precedent. Some fighting heroes who survived were found to be demons in disguise after the event..."

The mage looked at him speechlessly.

"Seriously, Kronos, there are times when you don't need to be so serious. Anyway, this Astarte is a reality bender. He was so angry at the time, all he could think about was To kill this demon. So he did it, even though with his original power he never had the chance to do it."

"That doesn't make sense at all," Kronos said, frowning.

The mage replied with a blank face: "Of course it doesn't make sense. Reality benders won't talk to you about logic. They are the representatives of the ability to do what you want, and the mortal enemy of physics and science." He said As he spoke, he laughed: "You don't want to know the expression of a scientist after learning about the existence of a reality bender, Cronos."

"However, like I said. Most of them won't know their true abilities until they die, and a few still think they're just luckier—whatever they want. Others are awesome. They can distort time to a certain extent. Like stopping the time in a certain area for a short period of time.”

He Shenyan blinked: "...This kind of ability is mostly seen in teenagers who see a lot of things during adolescence."

Kronos nodded expressionlessly.

"But...there are a few, I mean, really just a few. They're fully aware of what they're capable of, to the point where they can be called gods."

"Do what you want, never die. You can have everything you want, twist the air into a chair, turn a woman into a squirrel. I hope the earth will be destroyed tomorrow, so the earth will be destroyed tomorrow. And then it feels very Bored, so the earth is back."

"However, knowing oneself is a very difficult thing." The mage said with a smile, he was clearly smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. "A lot of people, even if I tell them that they are reality benders and the gods' reservists, they can't do those things. They are just playing some bread-making activities all their lives."

He stood up, peered east through the painted window in this fine Noxian banquet hall, and muttered to himself, "Let me see, Jie. Let me see you. Is it possible to do that?”

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Jie had no way of knowing what his unscrupulous teacher was thinking, but even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

What does he care about?

The answer is obvious.

Floating in the warehouse, the monster's body was constantly disintegrating and reorganizing. It screamed in pain, and sighed with enjoyment. Jie had already sent Fenna out with his mental tentacles, and then he began to find ways to kill this monster.

He has tried no less than a hundred ways, burning, drowning, strangling... any way you can think of death, he has tried it on the monster. But it is immortal. Not only that, as the number of deaths increased, the two small bags on its shoulder blades gradually swelled, and then suddenly turned into two purple bat wings after a certain death.

It said slowly in that seductively depraved blasphemy, intermittently between death and rebirth: "You...should...in a rougher way—I want to see him a little longer, okay? ?"

It's even requesting.

Jie gritted his teeth, even if he exchanged this powerful power at the cost of a broken soul, he could not really kill this monster even once. Each time, it will come back and come back stronger.

What exactly should I do?

He stopped repeatedly killing it, and simply imprisoned it with his mental tentacles. The thing stared at the ring with a look of dissatisfaction, and said softly: "What's wrong with you? Huh? Hurry up! I'll touch him soon!"

Glancing at the ghost, Jie Yi waved his hand and tore off its tongue. But that only made it let out a shriek of pleasure, and it mumbled: "My dear fellow, you are clearly unaware of your true form—your true beauty."

"Of course, I understand that. After all, you're only a mortal, how can a human understand the intense beauty that death brings? But I won't allow you to miss such a beautiful spectacle, trust me, my dear. If you will, Just take my hand - I'll show you what you really are."

It stretched out its right hand and said sincerely.

What am I really like?

Jie looked at it blankly, and that sense of unreal absurdity returned to his heart: Believe in yourself?

...Why don't you try it?

So, in the next second, it let out a scream full of fear that it had never seen before: "What did you do?! Why can't I feel him? No, no! Give him back to me!"

"Give him back to me! You shameless thief!" it cried, wiggling its hands and feet helplessly, like a child who had been robbed of something he loved. The sense of unreality in Jie's mind became stronger and stronger, his expression was stunned, and he looked at his hands in disbelief.

He just thought about it.

I don't want it to see Him in its mouth again.

That's it, it's as simple as that, but it's actually really useful.

So... what if, I want to keep its mouth closed forever?

Jie looked thoughtfully at its split mouth, and as the thought took root in his mind, the monster's mouth began to change gradually—its mouth closed, forever. There is no such thing as lips anymore. Its jaw, which was originally free to move, also began to gradually lose its original structure and became a whole.

In that gradual transformation that makes it want to scream, it loses little by little the notion of a 'mouth'.

Jie stared blankly at everything in front of him, he suddenly felt a burst of fear: Is this really something I can do? Such power....

He Shenyan's voice came from behind him: "Don't think too much, my apprentice."

Jie turned his head and saw his emotionless eyes, then passed out. The mage gently waved him away, blocking this memory by the way. After doing all this, he stood there and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"It seems that the reality benders are restrained by themselves after all... That stupid boy was designated to be brainwashed by the balance, and he just wanted to seal himself. Fortunately, I came in time."

He shook his head, terrified of his power, which was not surprising. After all, although he said that he had already abandoned the way of balance, he still received a balanced education since he was a child. This kind of unreasonable power is still a burden to him, so let this kid forget about it.

"It's you, let's see... Kada Jhin. Boy, you're still a natural sociopath. Um, genius, you learn everything quickly. You're proficient in poetry, drama, and music? Gee, still taking time. Taught myself anatomy..."

Looking at the monster's memory at random, He Shenyan yawned. He had seen too many such people, and Kada Jhin was just the luckier one among them. His flesh-and-blood philosophy and peculiar art were clearly favored by Slaanesh. For the latter, however, Kada Jhin was only worth his fleeting glance.

The Lord of Pleasure is busy enjoying it all the time.

After tearing it into pieces, the body and soul were all ground into slag, making sure that it would never come back before He Shenyan left here.