Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Seth Bellore was sitting in his car, playing with a cigarette in his hand. His fingers were nimble and strong, but gentle enough. He could rotate the cigarette between his fingers without letting it wrinkle. He had no choice.

He started the car and sat patiently in the driver's seat waiting for the bloody hole on his forehead to disappear.

Something like a tentacle was twisting in the hole on his forehead, and it looked very disgusting. Seth adjusted the rearview mirror, looked at the hole, and clicked his tongue in displeasure: "Damn it, this

It’s not as powerful as they say.”

He carefully observed the twisting of the tentacles, unaware of the passage of time. After a while, his mobile phone vibrated in the suit. Seth took out the mobile phone and took a look. There was no caller ID, but a strange garbled number.

.

He connected, and his own voice came from inside: "They set off."

"Well, where are you?"

"It's already over Rhodes' house."

"Wow, the captain is really fast. It seems that he is determined to play with us." Seth smiled again, his tone was flirtatious: "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Kill him and Hawkeye now."

"Don't be so grumpy. Do you have any other suggestions?"

"I am you, and you are me. Isn't that what you think in your heart?"

"That's not necessarily true. What I mean is that although we are indeed the same person, if you divide a soul into a hundred parts, there should still be some differences, right? What do you think?"

The other one said coldly: "Fuck you, idiot. Where are there a hundred more now? We only have forty left just to put an end to those bastards in heaven!"

"Why are you so incompetent?"

"I'm the fucking you! You idiot!"

Seth hung up the phone speechlessly. He had just been scolded by himself for no reason. He then dialed another number.

"Hello, Mr. President! Are you still used to living in the White House?"

Another voice came from the phone: "Don't call me that, it sounds very disgusting. Listen, I have been staring at the big red button on my desk for more than ten minutes. If I don't send someone to replace me, I might

I won’t be able to resist the urge to press it in three hours. Then everyone will be waiting to be killed by that bastard together.”

Seth took the phone further away, with a look of disgust on his face: "Okay, okay. Please hold on a little longer, the replacement will be here soon."

He hung up the phone, and another Seth Bellor came in as the co-pilot. The same hairstyle, the same clothes, the same face, and even the same smile. This Seth Bellor smiled and said: "You

It really makes me feel sick.”

"Each other."

"Do you know why?"

"Because we are so similar."

"You are really smart."

"It's too shameless to praise yourself like this."

"ha."

Seth, who had a hole in his head, said, "So, he's still up there?"

"Yes, but according to our calculations, we can hold him back for about half an hour at most. This is still based on the fact that he really repairs the paradise and does not do anything else."

"Tsk, he's always been grumpy, hasn't he?"

"Stop telling wisecracks and think of something quickly."

Faced with his own urging, Seth, who had a hole in his head, shrugged indifferently: "Remain elegant in the face of pressure, Seth No. 2, you see, there is no reason why I am No. 1 and you are No. 2.

Because you can’t hold your breath, you know?”

The smile on Seth Two's face disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "Either you give me a way now, or I will directly order the killing of Steve Rogers and Clint Barton. And then let the White House

That idiot presses the button, and the whole world will accompany us to the end. Even if he dies, he will be disgusted by that bastard."

"You really need to see a psychiatrist, Seth Two. After all, don't you really feel like something's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"For example...why do we hate him so much? What kind of hatred can make us split ourselves into a hundred parts and spend so long sneaking into his world?"

Seth, who had a hole in his head, turned around. He looked at Seth 2 and said this. Seth 2's expression struggled for a moment, and then returned to calm: "Because he destroyed our planet."

"Yes, Seth No. 2. But the problem is..." Seth, who had a hole in his head, took out a pistol from his arms, pointed it at Seth No. 2's head and shot: "...we have another

Not a damn Skrull."

Blood spattered, and the passenger seat and the front windshield were covered with blood. Seth imitated a cowboy, blew the muzzle of his gun, and specially turned off the safety and turned the gun. With a cheerful smile on his face, he started the car and drove

Get on the road.

Ten minutes after they drove on the road, Seth II woke up slowly. He touched the hole on his head and felt the vibration of the tentacles. A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face: "You are right,

Seth One. We're not fucking Skrulls."

"Look, Seth No. 2, people with holes in their heads talk differently!" Seth No. 1 smiled frivolously. He pointed at the hole in his head that was about to heal, and the smile on his face grew.

The more crazy they got, the two laughed crazily in the car together.

They raced on the road, raising the speed to the highest level, the engine roared crazily, and this technological monster roared loudly, creating one car accident after another behind them - and this was exactly what they wanted.

of.

Chaos is so wonderful.

Seth One smiled and said, "How do you feel? Seth Two? How does it feel to be freed from that false mission?"

“Feels great!”

"Ha! I knew you would say that!"

"Of course, you are me after all!"

"And what? Seth One? What are we going to do?"

"We're not going to do anything, Seth Two."

Seth No. 1 grabbed the steering wheel, all his madness restrained, as if he was not the one who drove over the innocent pedestrian just now: "We just need to watch what happens, Seth No. 2."

"You're damn right, Seth One."

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He Shenyan is doing something very crazy.

He withdrew his magic power and watched expressionlessly as the heaven fell apart and was gradually burned away in the flames that could not be extinguished. It seemed as if he really didn't care about its impact on the human world - that was strange.

His idea is very simple. Since it is difficult to repair heaven, he will not repair it.

When it's gone, just use my magic power to rebuild a pillar and put it here.

He watched with cold eyes, watching those majestic white buildings collapse and be burned by the flames, watching the beautiful bodies of those angels being burned until they were scorched, and finally turned into ashes. A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I have long wanted to

So done..."