Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Leave that to your sons." The mage interrupted the old man's self-pity with a blank expression. "Tell me about that Angron who prayed to you... Obviously, he's not the man we know."

of course not.

Both the Emperor and the Mage knew this. If he was the Angron they were familiar with, it would be absolutely impossible for him to call the Emperor 'my father'. Lang's Khorne is no longer the man he used to be.

But the question is...if that's not Angron, who is it?

Parallel universe?

The Emperor is naturally aware of this, but he is more aware of another. He frowned: "The possibility of this happening is too small, Angron from a parallel universe has just become what I expected him to be, and the prayers when he is about to enter the warp have also reached In another universe..."

"You suspect it is his conspiracy?"

"This possibility is not ruled out, it may or may not be." The emperor said calmly, raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows. "That damn bluebird, a thousand new conspiracies emerge from his brain every minute."

"Even you can't be sure?"

"I'm not a god." He shook his head, raised his eyes and stared at the Milky Way, stretched out his hand and gently moved a few planets to make them more orderly. "I wish I could be sure..."

The mage spread his hands: "That's it, let me know when you have a clue... As for now, I have to personally ask what the big spider thinks."

He looked down at the spider totem on his right wrist, a little helpless and a little headache.

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There are many ways for cross-border mages to travel through the world. Some people like random drifting - yes, they will throw themselves into a completely random new world like a madman. Many people because of this reckless behavior costing his life. However, the successors are still following one after another, and they will never tire of it.

In the final analysis, it is because they are too busy. When you have an infinite life and a power that can be called a god, if you don't intend to find a world to be a blessing, then you have to make yourself live a little more interesting - you can't sleep every day, right?

Other cross-border mages are much more conservative. These people are two extremes from those explorers. They often investigate for hundreds of years before they choose to go to a new world.

This is to make sure that there is nothing in that world that can threaten its existence.

He Shenyan felt that most of this had something to do with the environment in which they grew up. As for himself, he's centrist -- I mean, he's too lazy to do research and throw himself into random worlds.

Rewinding the time five minutes ago, he was standing in the wilderness and had just said goodbye to Gwendelyn. The journey is not expected to be long, at least in his opinion. A burst of blue light flashed, and his mental power began to communicate with the spider totem on his wrist. He, who was millions of worlds away, quickly responded to He Shenyan.

Then, he set off.

Of course, things won't go so smoothly. While he was still in the endless sea of ​​stars, following the spiritual tentacles thrown by him, another existence stopped him.

There is life in the endless sea of ​​stars, and this phenomenon is proved by the White Tower Council. However, considering that there are generally not many people in this place, they will not look too good. After all, there are so many non-human races, you can't expect each to look human-like.

What stopped the mage was a huge blue water polo, at least that's what it looked like. It cautiously stretched out its spiritual tentacles and touched the mage, and asked very politely: Are you a human?

......

I'm.

There was a burst of cheers from the other party, and it seemed to be very happy. Immediately afterwards, it said carefully through its mental tentacles: Can I protect you?

......?

Floating in the endless sea of ​​stars, He Shenyan's expression was very strange. This was the first time he had heard that someone wanted to protect him. Oh, it wasn't a human being who said that. To be conservative, he did not directly refuse - God knows what this creature really thinks? What if it's like those illogical ghosts in horror movies that can drive it crazy with a single word?

He Shenyan didn't think it was a threat to him, but since he encountered such a creature...  

He asked: Why do you want to protect me?

The huge blue water polo changed its shape, it became a boxy cube, and its volume instantly shrank countless times. From the beginning, the huge volume that blocked the mage so that he could not even see the scene behind him became a cube about the size of him.

The feeling it transmits through the mental power tentacles is still cautious, as if it cares about the mage's feelings: because human beings will die.

Yes, human beings all die, what can't die? Even the universe itself will die.

He Shenyan asked again: Everyone will die, not just human beings. Why do you have to protect human beings?

Water polo, no, the blue cube seems a little wronged: because you die the most...  

He Shenyan choked for a while, he didn't know how to answer the call, but the cube didn't embarrass him for too long. The surface of this bizarre creature flickered with a bluish glow, very much like the embodiment of magic, but He Shenyan was very sure that it wasn't.

Like a child, it said to the mage with a special innocence: Besides, I just came back from a destroyed world. Human emotions are so strong and sad, I don't want to see your death anymore.

broken.

As soon as it said these words, He Shenyan knew that things were broken. A kind of curiosity that belongs to the mage rose from his heart. He tried to suppress his high curiosity and asked calmly: Can you feel human emotions?

The cube is a little smaller again and a little bluer in color: yes, human. But I don't want to feel it again, it's horrible. Why were you so peaceful when you died?

calm?

Sounds like the emotions of a dying person. He Shenyan squinted: Forgive me, but, what race are you?

Seeing that he was not afraid of himself at all, the cube simply got closer: Presumptuous? What does it mean to be presumptuous? What does race mean? I am who I am, I have always been here.

Taking a deep breath, He Shenyan realized that if he wanted to fully understand the secrets of this creature, he might spend more than ten years here. Although time in the endless star sea is no longer meaningful, but the world is different from the world, and the flow rate of time is also different. If he stays here too long, God knows what will happen elsewhere.

Well, friend, it was a pleasure chatting with you, but I'm leaving.

He reached out and patted the cube, left it with these words, and left. But the cube did not leave, it followed behind the mage, and kept poking him with its mental tentacles: friend? What does friend mean? What do you mean by chatting? You are so strange, why are you leaving?

With a sigh, He Shenyan inevitably turned his head. This was the first time he hated himself as a mage so much.

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Robbing a bank is not a good option, never was. But there are people who do it, and these people are called bank robbers. And among this gang of robbers, some people will only start after careful planning and pre-arrangement, and even a series of systems such as division, just like a company.

But others....they are just hopelessly stupid.

For example, the one standing in front of Peter Parker right now.

He carried a pistol and opted to wear only a yellowed undershirt in New York in August. His beard was slag, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were pinholes in his arms.

Peter pouted, well, another classic junkie, thinking he could rob a bank with a 9mm pistol? This dude must have sucked too much when he went out today and sucked his brain out.

Squeezed among the restless crowd, Peter stepped back without a trace. It is nine o'clock in the morning, the bank has just opened for half an hour, and there are not many people inside. This is a small bank after all, and few of the security guards are armed with guns, but he saw the female teller's hands moving under the table, and the police are expected to arrive soon.

As for him, he'd have to find a corner to change his clothes - God knows if this big buddy has a brain problem, or just pulls the trigger out of pure nervousness.

wait, nervous?

Peter stopped. After the mutation, he grew a lot taller. With this height, his vision became wider. He could clearly see the expression on the man's face: it wasn't the excitement after getting it, nor the anxiety that he would be caught soon, nor the emptiness and numbness typical of addicts.

He is sad.

An inexplicable thought flashed in his mind, and Peter was acutely aware that something was wrong. Why is a bank robber sad....wait, he's not wearing a mask? !

Peter suddenly found out about this, a bank robber without a mask, what does he want to do?

Well, it's definitely not for money anyway.

Before it was time to change, Peter shoved his way through the crowd. After getting the screams of a few ladies, he rushed out with a sprint, so fast that only an afterimage could be seen. The robber naturally didn't react. He was holding a gun at the female teller's head. Before the money bag could be filled, he placed it on the counter.

At this time, being hit by Peter like this, he immediately fell to the ground, and the gun in his hand flew out. The security guards who were throwing rat-proof weapons immediately rushed up. At this time, they appeared to be well-trained. One side, they quickly held down the robbers' limbs.

Peter got up from the ground, he looked at the man's face, there was peace there. He didn't struggle, he didn't resist, he didn't try to escape. He just lay on the ground like that, with a dead silence in his eyes.

Until Peter was questioned by the police, the face that belonged to a man lingered in his mind. Even until he finished the course of the day and returned home, he was a little bit uneasy.

"Hey, Peter."

Aunt May looked at him with concern, and Peter seemed to come back to his senses. He took out an envelope from his schoolbag and handed it to her: "Uh, sorry, Aunt May. I almost forgot, this is Uncle Ben. I took it out of the bank today."

The white-haired old man stretched out his hand and took the envelope, she just glanced at it briefly and put it aside. Then he put his hand on Peter's shoulder with concern: "What happened, Peter, you can't let go."

"Nothing.... I'm just," he hesitated, not sure if he should say it. "I just don't know why, Aunt May."

"Don't know why?"

So Peter recounted what he had done in the morning. After getting a slap from Aunt May and crying eyes, she sat tremblingly on the sofa, her voice hoarse: "How dare you run and do such a dangerous thing?!"

"I..." Peter tried to reach out and hug her.

"Peter Parker!" The old man opened his hand, his eyes stern, and another emotion in his eyes made him tremble: "...I can't lose you again, Peter."

Peter hugged her and pursed his lips.

I know, Aunt May, I know. But I'm not just Peter Parker.

Late that night, he crawled out of the window secretly. Peter didn't wear a uniform. He wore Converse sneakers and loose home clothes. He walked all the way from the wall to the top of the building absentmindedly. If you ignore his unique way of going upstairs, in fact, you will be in the middle of the night with ordinary young people. Autumn is no different.

After a long time, he sighed and decided to go to the police station tomorrow. The robber should still be in custody, and the legal way is not so quick to let him go to jail, which he learned from a lawyer.