Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Spider Totem once asked him a favor.

He wanted the Mage to help bring back one of his planets, a child made by his hands, which was stolen by a thief. And he was trapped in his own world and could not move freely in the endless star sea, so he asked He Shenyan to help him.

The mage took the planet back, and the problem was that the planet was polluted by some kind of power. It no longer possesses the power properties of a totem, and its inhabitants have become chaotic and primitive, with only a few remaining sane.

He Shenyan is almost certain that the weakening of the spider totem has something to do with this.

In a short moment, he thought a lot in his mind, but he didn't say anything, just shook hands with Peter calmly, and then asked, "So, what's your name Peter?"

"Uh, I'm number seventeen." Peter replied slightly embarrassedly. "I never thought there would be so many Peter Parkers. I mean, a lot of people are—"

He made a gesture and smiled wryly: "—handsome, even too handsome. There's even a dude who looks like Brad Pitt, and I can't believe he's Peter Parker too. Can you believe it? ?"

"There's a world in which I look like Brad Pitt! And he doesn't know anything about it, and when we told him about fight club he didn't respond at all! Oh my God, that's fight club. Ah! Fight Club, Brad Pitt and Edward Norton's performances are amazing!"

Gwen looked at him and suddenly said, "Is he also a talker?"

"......what?"

Peter looked at her puzzledly, then at the judge. Suddenly, he nodded as if suddenly realized, and then immediately said goodbye politely to the two of them and left with a spider silk.

He Shenyan looked at his receding back and shook his head, a movement that was caught by Gwen.

"So." A hint of disappointment appeared on her face. "You don't have any feelings for me at all?"

"If you mean that weird, magnet-like attraction between us."

He Shenyan lowered his head and looked at her, but he did not look directly at the pair of eyes, but only at her blonde hair. He said softly, "I'm afraid so, Gwen. And you've got to learn to accept that. Because it's not what I meant."

"...I'll make you feel that way about me again." The girl bit her lower lip stubbornly. "Sooner or later."

He Shenyan raised his head and tried his best to hold back his laughter—he didn't even know why he was laughing, maybe it was for her naivety?

In short, he said, "Well, good luck to you."

This time, Gwen glared at him.

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Spider-Man seems to enjoy eating pizza and debating each other during discussions, so it's no wonder there are so many pizza boxes here.

Where is the delicious pizza?

The sorcerer doesn't understand this.

He Shenyan was so bored that he even made a statistic.

Fifteen of the twenty-eight Peter Parkers expressed their distaste for pineapple pizza as an insult to the pizza. Their differences were so great that they could debate for ten minutes whether the Margherita pizza was delicious or not. However, they didn't understand the matter, and everyone came to another consensus out of anger.

——It is obvious that there is no result in this quarrel, because what they are arguing about has nothing to do with business.

A Brad Pitt-like Spider-Man raised his hand and exclaimed, "I think we should stop talking about pizza, whether Margherita's pizza is good or not can be discussed later, but The immediate priority is to figure out what's wrong with the totem!"

"I agree with you!" Peter raised his hand in an unknown number.

"Me too!" This is another Peter who doesn't know how many numbers,

It is worth mentioning that he speaks in an English accent.

Everyone looked at each other and raised their hands. Except for He Shenyan floating above them, he looked at them as if he was watching a boring reality show, his expression was so calm that he didn't even make waves.

"Oh, sir, I noticed you didn't raise your hand!"

Brad Pitt - no, no, I mean Peter who looks like Brad Pitt. He raised his head and asked, "Do you have a different opinion? It's okay, say it out loud, we just need different opinions to work together to solve the problem!"

The wizard gave him a polite smile.

"No, I have nothing to say." He slowly shook his head and refused. "I was just thinking, when will the Supreme Mage Spider-Man come back? I have something to discuss with him."

"Oh, yes, after all you're a mage too..."

Brad Pitt Peter Parker finally stopped asking him questions. The hall was full of noise again, and He Shenyan sighed. A teleportation left here - he came to the portal and began to calculate whether the next improvement was possible.

Just when he calculated the fifteenth new change, the dimension portal finally lit up.

It began to vibrate, and the magic circles and runes on it lighted up one by one, playing their due role one by one. Two minutes later, a man with only a broken body was lying on it, a red rag still in his hand.

He wore a half-spider mask, revealing a blood-stained face with a painful expression.

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows slowly, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all.

The magic power gathered in the right hand, and the pure magic power was pinched into a healing rune by him. According to his calculations, he could at least hang the remaining half of Spider-Man's life in front of him. However, after the healing rune was thrown by him, it did not have the desired effect.

The rune just lit up in the air, then disappeared.

He Shenyan frowned.

"Don't, don't waste any more magic, hey, where did you learn that technique... from?" The man showed a miserable smile. "I've never seen a spell like that in Kama Taj."

He Shenyan didn't answer his question, but looked at the charred scars on his broken body and observed it carefully. After half a minute, he already knew why the healing rune didn't work, and the reason was shocking to him.

- When a person is sick, the doctor can treat him. Right?

If a person does not have any disease, he does not need to be treated. Because he is normal.

At this moment, the Supreme Mage Spider-Man lying in front of He Shenyan has only one arm and half of his body left. The Supreme Mage Spider-Man who is about to die... In the perception of the Mage, he is Not injured.

It was as if the things he had lost should never have existed on his body in the first place.

Someone had conceptually erased this part of him, and it was after the injury, which meant he couldn't heal himself, or even stop the bleeding.

"Conceptual injury?"

"Oh, you see it... in such a short time, buddy, cough! Vomit!"

Supreme Mage Spider-Man spat out a mouthful of blood, but still didn't give up his optimism: "...you're much better than me, I didn't realize this until I was chased by that guy for seventeen hours. "

The mage raised his hand to slow the flow of his time to save his life, but the dying man clearly had something to say.

"Hey, hey, listen to me first, okay?"

He raised the only remaining hand, grabbed He Shenyan's right hand, and put the red rag in it: "The Totem is not dying, no, he is fine - the danger is us!"

The man widened his eyes and stared at the sky: "It's... it's us! The world is... moving away from where it should be, and we are being taken away from him!"

He didn't die before finishing the story like all TV shows do, and in fact, neither of those things happened. After he finished speaking, the time was suspended by He Shenyan at the last moment before his death.

Conceptual injuries are not incurable, but they take a long time.

He Shenyan began to arrange the magic circle for him with a sullen face. After everything was ready, he directly extracted the coordinates of the world he had just visited from the mind of the dying Supreme Mage Spider-Man, and then opened a portal. , walked in.

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Unlike most people, when death came, Craven thought of a joke.

The fireball fell from the sky and was about to reach the top of his head. That thing would undoubtedly set him on fire, and then, in excruciating pain, he would turn into a pool of ashes, or a scorched corpse, or something in between. But he will die, that's for sure.

He stared at the thing coming, neither dodging nor dodging, a brand new joke came to his mind, but somehow he couldn't finish it. It made him feel bad, even worse than knowing he was going to die.

With anger at himself, he closed his eyes and waited to die.

But he is not dead.

The pain didn't come, it didn't feel hot, and the screaming around me gradually ceased. He opened his eyes and found that the fireball had somehow stopped in place and was slowly extinguishing at this time. A man in a black robe floated above them all with a cold expression.

"Great!"

Craven said loudly - almost screaming: "Thank you, sir! I can figure out how to end that joke of mine before I die, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

He Shenyan lowered his head and looked at him strangely. He left the place with the fireball amid the sudden cheers and thanks from the people. The people in this place left a deep impression on him just meeting him. To be honest, he had never seen a person with such a thank-you after escaping from the dead.

Finish his joke...? Dude, you should go to Gotham. There's a lunatic out there who loves jokes just like you, and maybe you two will get along well.

The mage shook his head.