American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

Witchcraft, or magic, is a magical power that exists in all dimensions in the world of the Marvel Universe.

It is different from those superpowers obtained by one's own mutation, but a technique that requires one's own learning, constant exploration, and contact with powerful beings in other dimensions in order to obtain those strange powers.

For thousands of years, these energies have spread across the world, causing earth-shaking changes to the entire earth and even the entire universe, and this forbidden knowledge is entangled in all wizards like a curse.

This is a method that uses specific mysterious energy to connect with forces in other dimensions. It is essentially an existence that is beyond the scope of all detectable science, including technology. Simply put, this power is made of science. An incomprehensible mysterious power.

It can even achieve unimaginable methods such as distorting reality, simulating energy, astral projection, and soul casting.

The most fundamental rule of the power of magic comes from 'equivalent exchange', which is somewhat similar to that of the alchemist. However, Zhang Yi doesn't know much about this. He only knows that in the Marvel Universe Learning magic is not an easy task.

In addition to requiring the talent to use magic, having contact with those forbidden things is itself an extremely dangerous thing.

As for who in this universe has the ability to allow Zhang Yi to learn this knowledge as safely as possible, it is undoubtedly Doctor Strange.

Dr. Strange was originally an excellent neurosurgeon with a very strong medical talent. However, due to a car accident, his hands could no longer pick up a scalpel to perform precise operations, so he turned around and began to use various methods. Come try to heal your own hands.

In the end, in despair, after his search for science was fruitless, he could only place his hope in some fields that were beyond the existence of science. In the end, he was selected by the Ancient Master, began to learn magic, and used these magical powers to protect the entire world.

Perhaps on the surface, Strange does not seem to be that powerful, but in fact, he is a "famous" existence in the entire wizarding world on Earth and even in the wizarding circles in other dimensions.

If you can let him teach you how to learn magic, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

However, Zhang Yi did not intend to do this.

Doctor Strange's power is indeed very powerful, but his paranoia, arrogance and even somewhat twisted personality are not acceptable to Zhang Yi. Moreover, he himself is an 'invader' from other universes. Don't say anything when Doctor Strange sees him. He taught himself how to learn magic. It would be polite if he didn't lock himself up.

In addition, Doctor Strange itself is a very unstable factor. Zhang Yi does not want to have too much contact with him at the moment. You must know that Doctor Strange is the safest when there is danger, and the most dangerous when there is no danger.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yi decided to start with the most basic aspects. There may not seem to be many wizards on the earth, but in fact they are not as few as imagined. In addition to Doctor Strange, there are many who have the ability and resources. There are wizards scattered all over the place. It is enough for these people to give themselves a magical enlightenment.

But if you want to find these people, your own abilities alone are not enough. Those existences that enjoy forbidden knowledge hidden in the streets and dark sewers are definitely not something that ordinary people can detect.

Fortunately, I have a Kryptonian sister who is so powerful that she can even spy on the entire earth.

New York, Hell's Kitchen.

In a damp and dark alley, a somewhat rickety old man was walking in the dark. He was blind in one eye, and his breathing sounded like a broken bellows, as if he would reach the end of his life at any time.

The floor tiles in the alley were very wet, and a drainage ditch ran along the corner of the wall leading to the sewer. I don't know if it was because of the previous rain, but there was disgusting sewage flowing in it.

The old man walked silently through the alley, picking up some scraps from the trash cans. There are many places like this in Hell's Kitchen. The old man can find a lot of good things in these places every night, and then Sell ​​it for a good price before the sun rises the next day.

There are incandescent lamps at regular intervals in the alley. Although the light is a bit dim due to disrepair, it is enough to illuminate the old man's progress in the dark night.

Finally, the old man came to a trash can. This was not an ordinary round recycling trash can, but a place where garbage was accumulated consisting of several huge iron boxes.

I quickly went over and searched carefully. After driving away a few mice that were looking for food, he found a few scraps that could be sold for money among the leftovers and filth filled with unpleasant smells.

Maybe he was lucky today. The old man also found a discarded lamp. It was a beautiful object made of glass shell and metal cage. Although it was a little damaged, if it was repaired, it would definitely be worth a good price. .

Holding this lamp in his hand, the old man felt as if he had found a treasure, and a happy smile appeared on his dull old face.

But the next moment, the smile on the old man's face suddenly solidified.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, they say the industry is in a slump, but I never thought that an extraordinary being like you would be reduced to picking up trash."

The old man turned his head suddenly, only to see a black figure dressed in black and wearing a beak mask suddenly appear in his sight under the pale light.

Looking at this strange figure who appeared at no time, the old man slowly straightened up and cursed in his heart that he had lost even the most basic vigilance for so long.

"John Falsworth, right?" The bright light of the incandescent lamp shone down from the waist of the black figure, hiding his upper body in the darkness, making it difficult for people to peek.

"You got the wrong person." The old man frowned and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, I think I didn't admit my mistake. At least I have the ability to tell whether you are a 'human' or not. To be honest, I was really surprised when I found you, because I didn't even expect that you were still alive." Then, the black figure slowly took two steps forward, and his whole body was reflected in the light.

Looking at the weird beak mask and the glimmer of light reflected on the lenses, the old man named John Falsworth couldn't help but take a few steps back, and his expression became a little excited.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to stop the other party from approaching, and at the same time spoke with a trembling voice.

"What are you going to do? I, I have retired a long time ago. I don't care what kind of perverted organization you come from, but I swear that I have washed my hands in a golden basin. I have been anonymous for several years and I have never done anything bad. The business!"