Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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He Shenyan took a sip of the alien cocktail again. I have to say that the complex taste mixed together and exploded on the taste buds was very wonderful. Star-Lord's words made him smile: "I've heard your name, Mr. Star-Lord."

He spun the wine in the glass in a circle, and the lights from the top of the dance floor had not yet switched back to normal mode, still the colorful and ambiguous light. The wine in the glass reflects the colorful light, which complements the scenery of the universe outside the porthole.

"Have you heard my name?"

"I was approached by the Nova Corps when I was dealing with the Skrulls. They thought what I was doing was appalling, and that genocide was not something a morally or mentally sane person should do at all. It's downright crazy."

He Shenyan took another sip of wine, and Star-Lord's smile became a little embarrassed—the past that the Master just talked about is unknown to everyone in the universe. Moreover, he didn't understand how he got involved with Nova Corps.

"So I asked them what to do with the Skrulls kidnapping Earthlings and even opening a human laboratory on Earth to conduct various experiments and plot to invade. I still remember what the guy sent by Nova Corps said. "

He laughed, the strips of cloth covering his eyes made it impossible to see his eyes. But that smile was chilling enough.

"He said the Nova Corps would step in and ask the Skrulls to pay compensation. So I asked again, what about the dead Earthlings. The guy looked at me like he saw an idiot who didn't know what to do."

"He was very shocked, very puzzled - and then told me that the technology that the Skrulls compensated would increase the technology level of the entire earth by a lot, enough to become a true interstellar civilization. We will have planetary shuttles, or various Extraordinary technology that can make resources no longer unequally distributed.”

"I feel sorry for him." He Shenyan shook his head. "He still didn't understand by then what I wanted and what the Skrulls were doing."

"Earth was a weak, newly discovered civilization at the time. The Skrull invasion was our first official contact with an alien civilization. They came to Earth, lurked for more than a decade, and toyed with the entire human society. In the palm of the hand. Replacing various senior officials, infiltrating the silence. Even kidnapping innocent people for human experiments.”

"—This is a blatant, blatant aggression. If I agree to Nova Corps' request and ask the Skrulls to compensate us, then all races in the universe will probably agree."

The mage raised the corners of his mouth: "Earth people are a race that can swallow this shame for some technology, and a race that can give up the lives of countless compatriots for technology.

Sadly, we are not. And, why didn't they stop the Skrulls from stopping their aggression? Instead, come to stop me, the earthling who exercises righteous vengeance? "

Peter Quill felt a dry mouth, and the little joy he had felt before because his name was known to the mage had vanished without a trace. He felt some kind of heavy pressure fill the bar, like icy water, drown his nose and mouth, almost suffocating.

Fortunately, Thor broke the pervading icy feeling: "He rejected the Nova Corps and then wiped out the Skrulls. By now, not many people in the universe remember this race that once existed. with the Empire."

"Well." He shrugged. "Later, the Nova Corps thought He had violated the laws of the universe, and came to arrest him—and issued a bounty. He probably saw your name at that time."

"You know that too?" The mage raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I don't remember telling you this."

"They all posted bounties to Asgard, and even though I told them to get out, I still saw the names of the hundreds of wanted criminals. You're the first, ho."

Sol stretched out his hands and made an exaggerated gesture: "There are too many charges to count. We had a good discussion about what you did at the time, but when we clicked on the introduction, there was only one."

"Don't you think it's cruel for me to exterminate the Skrulls?"

Sol grinned.

"I'm an Asgardian, Ho. Although I've never fought alongside Odin, I'm a warrior, a veteran

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A soldier who has lived through many wars. I know what a war between races means, and once it is started, there is no room for relaxation, only immortality. What's more, no race can endure what the Skrulls do. "

He pointed to himself very seriously: "If they do the same to Asgard, I'm afraid I will make the same choice as you."

The mage smiled at him again, raised his head and drank the cocktail in his glass, stood up and left the bar: "Don't mention this, Sol. I'm going to rest for a while, please wake me up when I get to Earth, okay? ?"

"Then you'll have to rest for a long time. Judging by the speed, we still have five days to reach Earth. Hey, hey, why don't you use your convenient portal spell?"

The mage turned around, spread out his hands and shook his head helplessly at him: "If I could, I would open the portal and go back early in the morning. Resurrection is not as easy as you think, Sol."

After speaking, he left, leaving only Peter, Gamora, and Thor who still hadn't had enough.

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Star-Lord's ship can accommodate 300 people, and there are many guest rooms. He Shenyan should live in the best one at this time. The beds seem to have been bought from Inercross, where people specialize in making all kinds of extremely comfortable furniture. They have reached the pinnacle of this line.

The bed He Shenyan was lying on had seven hundred and forty different functions. It could be a water bed, a hammock, or even a physical touch. Not only that, it also has a series of complex functions such as hypnosis. However, He Shenyan didn't need that much at all.

He just turned the bed into a simple white wooden bed.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed, "gazing" at the magnificent scenery outside the porthole with his mental tentacles. The sight of the universe is never boring, no matter how many times you look at it. She is always changing, with new landscapes appearing every moment.

Just as he was concentrating on thinking, the soft light above his head suddenly dimmed for a moment, and the next second, death was already lying beside him.

She appeared so natural, and her posture was extremely lazy. I don't know what kind of fabric the black skirt is made of, and it perfectly outlines the curves of the figure.

He Shenyan didn't even bother to move, he just said calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Just to see my dear messenger." Death smiled. "Are your eyes okay?"

"Not good. Your power is so strong that the rest of my energy has been suppressed, and I'm trying to reconcile it."

The mage didn't hide it, and revealed every detail - after all, in front of such a true creator god, what's the need to hide it?

"That's because you have full control over me."

Death smiled slightly: "No one has ever done this, you killed yourself with authority, refused to sleep, returned from my realm - from the moment you woke up, the three who became my true messengers All the conditions have been met.”

"Three conditions?"

"First, to be given some authority by me. Second, to understand the true meaning of death."

Death sat up from the bed, stretched out his hand, and gently caressed his eyes, which were covered with cloth strips: "...the third point, kill yourself with authority, and come back to life."

"Really harsh conditions." He Shenyan tilted his head slightly, avoiding her touch. "Do you really think someone can satisfy all three of these conditions?"

"He has already appeared, isn't he right in front of me?"

The light dimmed again, and when it came on, Death was already sitting by the bed, and the dignified and elegant posture made the simple bed look like it had suddenly become something like a throne.

Really?

He Shenyan smiled - the god of death, which constitutes the basic existence of the world, really sets a condition that no one can fulfill?

He recalled the ancient book description of the beholder Shuma-Gorrath, "existing at the end of time and incapable of being killed". And Shuma-Golaas, is the creation of death.

Yes, for such an existence, time is nothing but a plaything that can be erased easily. she is mostly

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I have already seen my existence and even my future through the torrent of time...

Death shook his head as if he could see what he knew and thought.

"You guessed wrong, my messenger."

She turned her head slightly melancholy: "I can't see your future. Among the countless universes, only this one has your existence. What's more, you can leave at any time, right? It's really enviable. Free."

"However, I don't think you would set a condition that could not be fulfilled for no reason."

"Maybe it's because I didn't want people to do it in the first place."

She stretched out her right hand and pressed it on the mage's forehead, a black phantom flashed by, and she gently tore off the cloth. The mage opened his eyes and returned to his normal appearance. The lights dimmed again for a moment, and death disappeared into his room, leaving only a vague word.

"Remember...you are my messenger, don't forget to come to me when you are bullied."

He Shenyan closed his eyes strangely - this was the first time he was told this.

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Earth.

Strange stood in the conference hall in a suit and leather shoes, not knowing what to say. There were many people sitting in front of him.

Tony and Rhodes are sitting together, and two old men who are slovenly after retirement are sitting together jokingly and joking.

Natasha Romanoff was wearing overalls and even a straw hat that she didn't have time to take off. Hawkeye sat beside her with mud on his sleeves, and the two were fertilizing the fields before they came. After Natasha retired, she lived next door to Hawkeye's house, and the two families had a very good relationship.

Sitting next to them was a man with a calm face. In a dirty sweater and a glove on one hand - who else could it be if it wasn't Bucky?

Everyone was very chatty, chatting with each other. No one noticed that there was something wrong with Strange's expression. He pursed his lips, pulled up his left sleeve and glanced at his watch. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

A big green-skinned man cautiously probed in and took a look. He was relieved when he realized that he knew all the people inside.

"Hey, everyone." Banner, who has become one with Hulk, showed a bright smile. "haven't seen you for a long time."

"My God, Doctor!"

Tony took off his glasses in shock: "Are you...?"

Banner seemed to be slow, but in fact he quickly came across from him and Rhodes, pulled out his chair and sat down. The chair, apparently made for his size, accommodated him perfectly.

The ever-angry Hulk took off his glasses, smiled and nodded to everyone: "Yes, the theory He said made me accept my own theory, and I realized it. I have to say, I feel great now. already."

He smiled with a hint of exclamation: "The Hulk is actually a personification of me...he's a part of me, and I've been resisting him all this time, and it's really unnecessary."

The conference hall soon became lively, and everyone was chatting, talking, and expressing their opinions on retirement life. Even Bucky, who had always had nothing to say, had a chat with Banner. Except for one person.

Strange.

He was still standing in front of the conference table, his expression seemed calm, but his heart was turbulent.

After a while, a voice suddenly sounded in the conversation, with a tiredness that came from nowhere: "Everyone, I have something to say."

"Why are you looking like that, Strange?" Rhodes asked first, with a puzzled expression.

The others nodded in agreement.

Tony looked at his face and raised his hand half-jokingly: "Another invasion? Come on! It's only been two days! By the way, what? Why didn't I see him?"

Strange bowed his head, not making eye contact with anyone. He opened his mouth, his chest heaved a few times, and finally said the sentence: "...why die."

Tony's smile froze on his face, and the meeting room suddenly fell silent. All have different expressions, but they all have one thing in common.

Confused.

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Fosterrange was telling a joke in an unfamiliar language that they didn't understand.

Numbness rose from the soles of his feet, and Strange reached out and supported the long table in the conference hall. The dizziness rose to his brain again. However, the more it got to this point, the more sober he became, and even the words he didn't know where to start were spit out by him.

"He died, Sithone told me personally. The king and I tried every means to contact him, but there was no response at all. Even the most holy search spell couldn't find where he was.... ..So I--"

He opened his mouth, blinked, his eyes went from bottom to top, and he took a deep breath: "—I have to say this, he probably really died."

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