Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

When the Buono family's butler opened the door and walked in because he heard the screams, he was startled by the scene he saw, and then memories that had been buried for a long time flooded into his mind.

Human beings' one-sided memory ability is so strong that they themselves cannot even understand it.

——When he was a child, he was once taken to see a slaughterhouse by his father.

His father's original intention was to let him see how sad the illusion of these 'lower people''s jobs was, and then use it to tell him how lucky he was to have the honor of serving the Buono family for generations...

Unfortunately, his father failed.

In other words, it is only half the success.

The housekeeper did see the working environment of the butchers, but he did not think it was 'pathetic'. On the contrary, he thought the scene was simply beautiful.

The clear separation of flesh and bone, like a table of numbers arranged together, fascinated him - but the butler was a rational person, and he suppressed this evil desire deeply.

until today.

Until now.

The end of the little finger of the butler's right hand trembled slightly. He stared blankly at the lungs and blood left by Annoby Buono in silence, while a man sitting behind the desk was watching with interest.

Hold him.

"Interesting." The mage smiled, but did not delve further.

Everyone has a story, even the butler of a family has a dark secret that has been hidden for many years... Piltover, a city-state with the title of City of Progress, has the largest number of people in the entire Valoran.

Fallen soul.

Even Bilgewater isn't that scary - at least the pirates and sailors know what they are doing and why they are doing evil.

Perhaps it is because of the endless transformation and life-extending surgeries? Or is it because the speed of human evolution has not kept up with the speed of technological evolution...?

None of this matters anymore.

Putting aside this little philosophical thought, the mage who had had a good meal stood up from behind the desk that belonged to Annoby Buono. The butler turned a blind eye to his presence, but still stared blankly at the lungs.

That lung did not belong to Annoby Bueno—at least not until it was encased in his transparent body.

It once belonged to a young boy from Zaun, with a strong and healthy body. He had excellent grades, so he was promised a chance to study in Piltover.

He went.

Then he died.

His bodies were picked out one by one and taken away one by one. Only his brain, which represented himself, was treated like dung by the council and his family and was thrown into the crusher.

This has happened so many times over the past hundreds of years that it has become an urban legend. People in Zaun tell their children that Piltover can eat people.

It does.

The mage sighed.

Kronos once told him that Valoran is a recruiting planet with excellent quality. Well, the captain of the Emperor's Sword probably didn't know the existence of Piltover when he said this, otherwise he would probably be there.

Add a sentence after it.

Valoran is a recruiting planet with excellent quality - except for Piltover.

This place is almost like a remote imperial planet, and it's the kind that's been ruled by an old immortal governor for hundreds of years. Maybe it's a super giant hive, with gene stealers and hidden people at the bottom.

The Cult of Slaanesh rises...

It is understandable that the world under the rule of the Empire has become like this. Why did Piltover become like this?

It doesn't matter, none of that matters anymore.

Shaking his head, he snapped his fingers and left. His mental power scanned the entire city in an instant, and every detail was clearly presented to him.

His figure began to gradually rise until he reached the sky.

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Kronos pulled the chainsword out of the body of a Piltover guard who had almost half of his body chopped into pieces - perhaps taking out is a better word.

The chain saw had completely destroyed his modified body, and those artificial bones could not survive for a second under the single-molecule saw blade. Flesh and bones no longer had the strength to trap the sword blade inside.

He held a sword flower, and just enough force caused the blood to splash. Kronos stared at the dark red blood and shook his head - even he found it difficult to imagine that the humans in this city were doing this to him.

What.

They did not accept this kind of transformation out of faith, and certainly not out of the desire to extend their lives. The transformation surgeries performed on these guards were all in the direction of pursuing combat effectiveness.

In other words, installing these artificial skeletons, enhanced muscles, and weird-looking hextech cores will only make them die faster.

What motivates them to do this?

Before thinking began, another roar came from behind. Galen Crownguard shouted angrily in his distinctive voice: "Death!"

Kronos turned his head, just in time to see Galen beheading a Piltover guard with his two-handed sword. The latter's head flew high and made a sound of metal collision when it landed on the ground.

This is the last person.

Nodding towards Galen, Kronos hung the chain sword back on his belt. At this moment, a pale red-haired woman walked out of the ruins at the right time.

She lowered her head and said with gratitude and remorse: "Thank you very much for your help, instructor, and Sergeant Galen. Otherwise, my mission will definitely fail."

"It is reasonable for an assassin to be unable to defeat these transformed people." Kronos nodded. "I remember, your name is Caterina, right? From the Du Cacao family?"

"This name has been brought into disgrace by one man, my lord," Catalina replied. "But I will make it shine again."

"The ambition is commendable."

Cronus reached out and took off his helmet, turned his head and looked at the ruins not far away - with his eyesight, even without the help of the helmet's analysis function, he could clearly see the group of children in the orphanage, and the one who was

Piltover MP rescued by female assassin.

He saw the congressman crouching nervously behind the ruins to look around, obviously he hadn't let go of his vigilance against them yet.

But... it doesn't matter anymore. This congressman will definitely stand on their side after witnessing all this. By then, victory in the war will be just within easy reach. Piltover's various technologies are of great importance to them

There will be no more secrets.

——Kronos thought so, but plans never keep up with changes on the battlefield.

A dazzling golden light suddenly lit up in the sky.

Dazzling, yet familiar.

His eyes widened, and before he could say anything, he saw the golden light getting bigger and bigger, until it turned into a burning sun, and then in just a few seconds, it spread its light over the entire Piltover.

above.

Then came the fire that soared into the sky. It did not burn down the buildings or harm them, but there were constant screams in the city.

"Your Majesty the Emperor..." Kronos heard himself mumbling to himself.