Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

【Who is a serious person learning magic in Marvel?】 【】

Waking up is a complex concept.

How do you define the distance between dreaming and waking? Throughout the ages, many people have tried to explore the boundaries of the lake, but none of them succeeded. Even those who are able to lucid dream cannot explain how they decide to "wake up" concept.

Vulcan also couldn't explain it.

He just 'woke up', that's all.

What greeted his eyes was a white ceiling, and an exquisite and simple chandelier swayed slightly above his head. He didn't see the existence of candles, but instead saw four indistinct soft light clusters silently glowing warmly at the four corners of the chandelier.

A unique smell of books spread into his nostrils, and only then did Vulkan realize that he was actually lying on a comfortable sofa chair, which perfectly fit his figure. Large, soft and warm. In the fireplace not far from him, the wood was burning slowly but steadily, with a pleasant crackling sound.

Then, he heard the sound of pages turning.

Turning his head, Vulkan saw a thin man with his head lowered flipping through a heavy book. The book had a brown cover with gold letters on it, but it wasn't any kind he was familiar with. Vulcan observed them for a while, and suddenly felt a headache.

The man suddenly said: "I suggest that you don't look at them without their permission, every word in this book has self-awareness, they don't like to be read or watched by people other than me. "

"...This place is different from the Nurgle Garden I imagined." Vulcan sat up cautiously, clenched his hands, with a look that might explode at any time. "and who are you?"

"One question, but you're actually asking two questions."

The man raised his head, with an intriguing smile on his face: "Which one should I answer? Vulcan?"

"The first one." Vulkan replied in a deep voice.

"Oh, okay." The man smiled and nodded. "This is not Nurgle's garden, this is a pocket dimension, a sub-plane dominated by me. I usually use it as a library and storage room, and occasionally hide here to waste some time by myself. You know, hide from reality."

After saying this, he closed the book and threw it away. It floated up spontaneously and returned to the bookshelf on the other side of the wall.

Vulkan followed it with his eyes, and everything here made him instinctively feel wrong. The Lord of Fire Dragon took a deep breath, frowned his straight brows seriously: "Who are you?"

"I've already answered your question." The man smiled and raised his fingers. "There's usually a price to ask me and I'm not cheap."

"what would you like?"

"What do I want?" the man asked back. "Interesting, what do you think I want?"

"My life, my allegiance, or the blood of innocent people... what more can an existence like you desire?"

The Fire Dragon Lord smiled contemptuously: "Come on, you pickled thing in the subspace, reveal your request to me."

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The man raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised.

"Oh..." He nodded thoughtfully. "I see. It seems that you know a lot."

He did not refute Vulkan's prejudice against him.

Vulcan sneered and stopped talking.

"This is interesting, although your body died with the beast, but your soul wandered in the warp for some time.

I thought you'd be ignorant of today's world... Seems like preconceptions can really blind you. "He said meaningfully.

"Words won't work on me, show your true form, devil." Vulcan said coldly. "Stop talking to me in human form again."

Hearing this, the man smiled slightly.

"As you wish," he said.

Then, the world suddenly plunged into darkness.

Ceilings, walls, lighting, fireplaces... all these concepts are reduced, and even the chairs have completely disappeared.

The real world rushed in violently from the outside world, scrambling to show its existence to Vulkan. The dazzling white light danced wildly, and a thousand stars began to rotate spontaneously in front of him. He saw the stars go on and off, he saw the birth of violence, he saw the source of destruction, he saw abstract concepts and what they look like when they are embodied...

At that moment, Vulcan was convinced that he was crazy.

He was so sure that his sanity was shattered into incoherent fragments of clarity and clarity. Memories even began to roll and merge in their minds. People's faces were twisted together, and the dead from the past crawled out of the underworld to him, screaming. Then, there is the sight of the Nocturne star.

Burning Nocturne, as always. Millions of volcanoes are connected to each other, forming a series of continuous mountains. The black sandbar, the small ocean full of sulfur, the dim and dangerous red light illuminated Vulkan's face, and he even smelled the familiar smell—however, this scene didn't last long either.

In the next second, a human-shaped shadow floated beside him. His form is erratic, almost like a black curtain blown by the wind. Where the eyes should have been were two revolving bright golden stars, from which endless light and heat shot out.

Then, he heard a snap of his fingers.

"Snapped."

The world is back to normal.

The ceiling, the chandelier, and the chairs—they are back again, and the firewood in the stove is still burning steadily, with occasional sparks. Warmth emerged, Vulcan lowered his head subconsciously, and found himself sitting back on the sofa chair at some point, with a blanket covering his lap, and even holding a cup of warm milk in his hand.

"How are you feeling?" the man asked. "I tried to reveal to you the abstract concepts in this universe—to some extent, they can be regarded as the reality you want. You should have seen something that you can't understand, so how do you feel? Woolen cloth?"

His concerned tone made the corners of Vulkan's eyes twitch.

Seeing this scene, the man finally laughed from the bottom of his heart. He stood up and walked to the wall with his hands behind his back. Then, a door suddenly appeared on the wall covered with dark wallpaper. The door frame was very high. Through visual inspection, Vulkan knew that it could allow him to pass through.

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"You can leave now, Vulcan, the normal world is behind the door." The man turned around and waved to him. "Your brothers are waiting for you there, oh, yes. And the girl you saved, you have to thank her, Vulkan, if she hadn't been wearing that bracelet on her finger, you wouldn't have made it so easy was found."

He rambled on a lot of words that Vulcan didn't understand at all, and then threw him out without the Fire Dragon Lord's consent.

"Goodbye." He smiled and waved to Vulkan floating in the empty space outside the door. "By the way, my name is He Shenyan, a mage."

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Wake up - wake up again. It was this familiar weird feeling again, a sense of detachment that made Vulcan almost vomit and fell to the ground instantly, and he felt dizzy.

what happened?

Vulkan was lying on the ground, and the scenery in front of him was spinning. He couldn't perceive the things in front of him, and the five senses seemed to have lost their original functions. And that's not the worst. Worst of all, his mind was spinning like hell.

It was almost as if someone had taken his head out, thrown it into a blender with no blades, and blended it on the highest setting for two hours.

Let's go and give it a try. 】

Amidst the severe tinnitus, he heard a few words from Mohu.

"what happened?"

"Could it be the dizziness caused by teleportation?"

"Probably, but I'm more inclined to think that this is the captain's little revenge. You all know that he doesn't like to explain things very much, right? Vulkan happens to be a straightforward person, and he must have said some nasty things. And this, is the consequence .”

"Khan, your impression of the teacher is a bit too..."

"For Baal's sake, can you stop chatting around him? No one will come to help and lift him to the bed with me?! What are you? Five-year-old children?!"

The last man to speak had an accusatory tone, and it was obvious that he was angry. But this little complaint suddenly made Vulcan feel warm and familiar.

I'm probably crazy. he thinks. How did I get the feeling it was Sanguinius' voice?

However, reality once again gave him a head-on blow. Several people hurriedly lifted him to a soft place and put him down, and one of them complained in a carefree voice: "Is Vulcan getting stronger again? Why do I feel like I'm lifting a dreadnought?"

"Nobody thinks you're dumb if you don't talk, Ruth."

"Come on, Fulgan, it's not helpful for you to stand by! You really don't feel backache when you stand and talk!"

If I'm crazy, let's get out of this madness for a little longer, how about?

With a little pleading, Vulkan thought so. He had fully identified these speakers, he knew their identities, he knew their characters. So he knows very well that this is impossible.

Sanguinius was dead, Fulgrim had fallen, and the two could not be in the same room. And the one who mentioned the word 'teacher', Vulcan knew, was Robert Guilliman... Is there anyone qualified to be his teacher, Malcador? But Robert is not a psyker either...

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Just let this crazy vision last a little longer, and I can regain my senses later. he thinks.

"Is he awake?" Ruth asked. "I saw something moving under Lao Hei's eyelids."

"You gave him such a nickname without permission?" Fulgrim sighed deeply. "Although Vulkan doesn't care about such small things, but that—"

"—Oh, oh, oh, is it your turn now to play that part? The one who's got a really good relationship with whoever?" Ruth laughed mockingly. "Stop it, Fulgrim! You're not some nice guy, a real nice guy lying here, and not liked by all of us, let alone you?"

"If you plan to have a debate match with me under such circumstances, I have no objections." Fulgrim replied calmly. "At least I'm trying to make a change, unlike some people, who always do their own way from beginning to end, regardless of other people's feelings."

Ruth narrowed his eyes, and the sharp canine teeth had protruded from his upper lip.

"Don't do anything here." Angron, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly. "At least not in my face, Russ. I'm afraid I'll beat you with that nasty Chemoth."

"Humph, two on one? You two are going to fuck me together—err, Sanguinius, don't look at me like that..."

Ruth suddenly smiled embarrassingly, and stopped what he was about to say, but the archangel who was staring at him didn't have the slightest intention to stop staring.

The Barr crossed his arms, looked at the faces of the three men with a hostile expression, and spoke word by word.

"To say that you are five-year-old children is flattering you. You should be boys around fourteen years old. Each of you is too subjective. Naughty, childish, men who want to find someone to quarrel and beat each other to show each other all day long Spirit... By the Emperor, can you ever get together and be quiet and friendly? We are brothers!"

Ruth lowered his head, carefully observing the floor, with a look of 'Hey, this floor is really a fucking floor'. Fulgrim turned his head away, first gave Angron an unclear look, and then nodded apologetically at Sanguinius.

As for Angron, he stiffened his neck, neither accepting Fulgrim's vague thanks, nor bowing his head to Sanguinius—yet, he took a few silent steps towards the door.

Considering his character, this probably counts as an apology to some extent.

Guilliman coughed and broke the awkward silence. He said: "How about I bring my personal terminal? It can perform simple health monitoring, and it should be able to see what is wrong with Vulcan's body."

"I agree." Jaghatai Khan nodded. "The sooner he recovers, the better, but we still have a lot of things to explain to him."

Guilliman sighed. "Can you stop talking about this now, Khan? I know you're all going to push this off to me..."

"No." Khan shook his head. "We explained to him one by one."

Facing Guilliman's puzzled eyes, Chagatai said indifferently: "Escape is not what a gentleman does. Besides, we must respect our brothers, don't we?"

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"Khan is right, then—"

Guilliman originally planned to go out and bring his personal terminal. His office is not far from this lounge, and it takes only a few minutes to go back and forth. However, he failed to finish the second half of the sentence.

On the bed, the dark-skinned giant opened his eyes, but the crimson pupils looked a little crystal clear at the moment. He looked at them quietly, without saying a word, his lips trembling.

"I wish it was true," Vulcan said hoarsely. "Is this true? Father? Are you there?"