Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

What is he doing?

When the room opened, what appeared before Geralt was no longer a familiar scene like a bed or a table and chairs, but pure nothingness.

He Shenyan was floating in it.

He sits cross-legged, the magic is drumming around him, constantly changing, never stopping for a moment. They are storms, lightning, running lions, whales in the deep sea. It is everything that once existed but died. In that darkness, it seems that everything exists, but nothing exists.

Geralt shuddered uncontrollably—he did not enter the room, but stood at the door, at the junction of the ordinary and normal world and the world He Shenyan lived in.

He said, "Please make sure you tell me it's an illusion."

"That's not it, Geralt. Please throw in the water glass in your hand—I don't have time for it right now."

The witcher glanced at his hands, which were gathering light from nowhere, dazzling and captivating.

"So, if you're still in the mood to tell me bad jokes about your hands, does that mean you're okay for now? I don't know what you're doing... but it looks like where you are now. Not so good."

After he finished speaking, he threw the water glass into it gently. The glass began to float freely in the black nothingness, and Geralt stared at it, the blue light reflecting off the glass, and for a split second he saw his own face.

I don't know how long it took, a year, or ten thousand years - in short, the cup floated in front of He Shenyan.

He lowered his head, biting the rim of the glass with his teeth, then looked up and took a small sip that made him close his eyes.

"Finally." The mage sighed contentedly. "I've been here seven hundred and thirty-one years, Geralt, and I finally have a drink."

"Can't you make a glass of water yourself?"

"I don't have the energy to spare, Geralt."

"But you can hear me calling you."

"Yes, because I have a reality anchor fixed in the living room."

What the hell is an anchor of reality?

The witcher folded his hands, leaned against the door, frowned and asked, "Let's not mention that thing you said, but you've only been there for a day - what, if my perception is correct, you're only in there It's only been twenty-four hours, maybe not yet."

"That's your perception, Geralt."

The mage touched the cup lightly with his chin and let it float away. The light from both hands became more vigorous, and then Geralt noticed that he was holding a gem in each of his hands. They seemed to be about to be dyed absolutely pitch black.

"In my perception, I've been here by myself for seven hundred and thirty-one years. Sometimes seeing is not always believing, Geralt, it's no wonder. It's like at night when you look up at the stars, their The light reaches your eyes. Do you think they're alive? No, you see dead bodies all over the sky."

He Shenyan said in a cold tone: "Starlight is the relic of the stars. When it floats in the universe and falls in your eyes, that star may have been dead for a long time."

"The way you speak now makes me a little creepy."

After saying this, Geralt noticed that He Shenyan raised the corner of his mouth, but only for a moment. He looked as if he wanted to smile - of course, it could just be Geralt's mistake. Who knows?

"I'm a little creepy myself, Geralt." He Shenyan sighed. "I've been in this damn place for too long and I didn't really want to do it."

"But you did."

"Yes, I constructed a pocket dimension, then locked myself in it and calculated seven hundred and thirty-one years...and I still haven't come up with a result."

"Pocket dimension? With all due respect, but where you're staying looks like a prison, ho. A dark prison."

"You mean those black backgrounds?"

He Shenyan laughed: "They are actually gems,

Geralt. At least they used to be. "

gem?

Geralt frowned again, watching the deep blacks carefully. But he could only see nothingness, nothing else. Until he completely sank - completely, his eyes gradually turned from concentration to obsession, and at this time, Geralt finally saw it.

Indeed, they were once gems.

Countless black gems, from the mage's head to his feet. This tidy place that used to be a hotel room is now completely filled with black gemstones every inch, no more gaps, and it looks flawless and seamless.

The most important point is that what each gem feeds back to him is nothing but death.

Geralt is quite familiar with death, since he was a child, training on the Killer Road of Kyle Morhen. Back then, three or more kids broke their necks on that damn road every day.

When it is a little bigger, it is the trial of green grass. At this time, he saw what was called a 'painful and slow' death, and those of his age often ended up being disfigured and wailing to death. The screaming would go on for a while, sometimes a week, sometimes two days.

We can say that he and death are old friends. But what was in the gem still scared him half to death.

Geralt clenched his arms, goose bumps rising from the surface of his skin and, of course, the chill running up his brain from his tailbone.

"You can scare me to death sometimes, Ho." Geralt shook his head. "So, what about those gems?"

"Would you like to hear a poetic description, or something real?"

"It's good to talk about it flatly."

"Those gems contain hundreds of millions of dead timelines." He Shenyan said lightly. "Lines come together into rivers, and rivers come together into seas. Then they fade away."

"In the end, you still came up with a poetic description."

"My problem is old, my friend. But the real problem is..."

He Shenyan put down his crossed legs and really stood on the ground. In an instant, whether it's a storm, lightning, or a lion and a whale. They all disappeared, along with the emptiness of blackness.

The room is back. Clean, tidy, ordinary hotel room. He Shenyan stood there, looking tired. The blue magic gradually disappeared, and his robes no longer fluttered, except that he still held two gems that were turning towards pitch black in his hands.

"The real problem is." He sighed wearily. "I can't find that damn time anchor, Geralt. That's the biggest problem."

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