Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Jie's eyes were stinging, but his body was trembling slightly. He couldn't understand what happened to this madman, but that didn't stop him from understanding one thing - it was no longer a human being.

It was still expanding the wound on its belly with a look of enjoyment. Strangely, there was no blood flowing out of the wound. Jie's eyes could not help but look at the two sides of its wriggling wound, which was cut open.

The meat and various internal organs inside were clearly visible under the enlargement of the ribs. They were placed and beating completely, which actually made Jie feel a sense of beauty.

Its voice with enjoyment came: "Did you see it? How is it? Can my art make you feel a little bit beautiful?"

You call this art?

Jie tried his best to retract his sight, and a mental tremor that had been brewing for a long time was knocked out by him. The invisible mental tentacles hit the monster's head with his anger, and in an instant it was

Its head was smashed to pieces.

But its headless body was still standing, and the half chin hanging on its neck was still squirming, and it actually made a sound: "...Thank you for your help, ah, it turns out that you can really see Him between life and death...

....”

It moaned and twitched, and countless flesh buds began to grow on the mutilated head. After a while, it returned to its original state. There was unabashed love and greed in its sickly pink-purple pupils, and it spoke with love.

Its eyes were fixed on Ring, and the girl had become insignificant in its eyes.

"Can you come again? He is so beautiful..." the creature said to the ring sincerely.

Jie raised his right hand, and with a burst of pain, a long and narrow wound opened in the palm of his hand. It didn't look like it was cut by a knife blade or some sharp object. It looked like his muscle tissue split on its own.

It's so natural - even though it's completely impossible for this thing to happen naturally. What's even weirder is that the blood that had flowed out returned to his wound on its own.

It's like being absorbed by something.

It raised its right hand in embarrassment, covered its mouth, and said softly: "I'm really sorry, I haven't been able to control this power well... But since the seeds have appeared on your body, why not

, take a look?”

It began to recite verses, with an impeccable aria, and the low voice carried a certain charm that made people want to continue listening: "The world is full of desolation, except for this matter."

"Snapped."

It made a crisp snap of its fingers, and the palm of Jie's right hand began to tremble. From the narrow wound, his hand bones began to open the wound bit by bit and crawled out. It was like an alien bug,

The pure white bones can actually reflect the shadow of the ring, which is obviously something that human bones are completely unable to do.

A satisfied smile appeared on its sickly face: "My work...is finally born. What do you think?"

Jie fell to his knees weakly, the pain having burned out his sanity. He didn't realize when he was attacked at all, but watched the bones of his hand crawl out of the wound, and the skin and muscles seemed to be the same.

Being thrown away like a piece of clothing has already brought him to the verge of collapse - originally, he would not be so fragile. But the musky scent surrounding the thing that was once Kadar Jhin obviously has another purpose.

The thing that was once Kada Jin came to his side little by little with elegant and unique steps. It bent down and gently held up the flawless hand bone as a treasure, which could be used as a mirror.

Use your slender tongue to wrap around it, savoring every detail.

Its body trembled, as if it had reached some kind of peak.

It breathed rapidly and muttered to itself: "Art! How perfect..."

The monster squatted down, picked up Jie's head, and forced him to open his eyes and look at his hand bones: "Look at it! Isn't this your and my child? This is the crystallization of my art... But

Born from you! You should be honored by this!"

It laughed maniacally: "I will continue, dear. When they find you, they will shed tears - because by then, you have become a perfect work of art! This

Will be my swan song! My last performance! My..."

On that face, everything faded into nothingness, leaving only a certain kind of calmness. It was like the curtain came to an end at the end of a drama, and it murmured to itself: "My curtain call."

You have to think of a way.

This idea flashed through Jie's chaotic mind, but he finally gathered some rational thinking, and was burned away by the pain coming from his right hand in the next second. This kind of pain was different from the past - Jie could almost

Definitely, that thing must have done something to him. At this moment, he was not only in pain, but also felt an ecstasy of pleasure.

The two opposing feelings were intertwined, which was the culprit that caused him to be unable to concentrate and think.

He struggled to open his eyes to see what the monster was doing. He found that it was picking knives with its back to him, and two big bumps began to bulge on the shoulder blades of its beautiful and genderless body.

Its legs became slender and rounded, reflecting a coquettish light. She felt a sudden attraction.

He could swear to God, swear to He Shenyan, swear to anything. Just a little bit, he would be completely addicted. But he didn't, the face of the mage flashed in his heart. His handsome face

His face was full of mean expression at this time: "How did you end up like this?"

I don't know, teacher. It's...a monster.

"Yes, my disciple can't even deal with such a thing. You really embarrass me."

Yes, teacher... I've embarrassed you. But... I really can't win over it.

For some reason, He Shenyan's voice gradually became more real. Jie heard him say: "Can't win? Yes, you may not be able to win. But you have to make sure that this thing can't win either. Think about it, Jie. If

You give up now, what will happen to your little girlfriend and the innocent civilians of this place - do you really believe that this is its curtain call? Do you think such a monster will stop its depraved art?

"

I don't think so, teacher. But I can't think anymore. I don't even know why I can still hear your voice.

"Sometimes, you don't need to think, be careful." He Shenyan's voice became louder and louder, and gradually became like a bell ringing in his ears. Every word was filled with a murderous intention.

, Jie heard him say: "You are a reality warper, Jie. You don't need to think, you don't need those basic logics - you just need to kill this bastard."

"Can't do it? First...believe that you can do it yourself."

But I... can't even stand up. Ah, if only you were here.

He Shenyan said with hatred: "Idiot! Is it possible that I can stay by your side all the time? What's more, didn't you cultivate this power yourself? I just threw a book to you It’s just a book—I didn’t even tell you that you were a reality bender.”

"Now, stand up. Don't tell me you can't stand up. Believe! Believe that you can stand up. Believe that you can defeat it and tear its soul into pieces. You have to believe this! You must believe!"

trust yourself?

Jie felt a sense of absurdity. In his impression, any power had its price. The Qi of the practitioners came from their understanding and accumulation of nature. The energy used by the monks came from their long-term meditation. The warriors were powerful. His body also comes from accumulated exercise. How could he defeat that monster just by relying on these four words: "Believe in yourself"?

Doesn't this seem a bit too childish? How could he be resurrected with full health just by believing in himself, stand up as if nothing was wrong, and then use the power he got from who knows where to resurrect it? Kill?

At this time, he heard He Shenyan's words again, his voice was very calm: "Jie, sometimes, you don't need to think so much."

"All you have to do is kill it, that's all. If you can't believe in yourself - then do you have the courage to do whatever it takes? Even...your soul will be broken."

I have.

"Prove it to me."

OK, teacher.

Jie opened his eyes, and two black stars slowly rotated in his eye sockets. He floated silently from the ground, and his right palm, which was originally like a leather glove, was quickly returning to its original shape. He He clenched his right fist, then raised his head and looked at it.

"Hey."

It raised its eyebrows and turned around unexpectedly. When it saw the ring floating in the sky, it laughed happily: "Oh my God! This is really His gift. You are so beautiful that I can't take my eyes away!"

"Yeah?"

Stop smiling gently.

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He Shenyan opened his eyes and found Kronos sitting opposite him looking at him with a worried expression. Ever since this Astartes learned that he could communicate with the Emperor, his attitude had become extremely respectful. Get up. This made the mage feel uncomfortable, but no matter what he said, Kronos insisted that his respect was necessary.

His original words were: "Your Majesty the Emperor, if you had gone to my world, you would have been worshiped as a living saint!"

Damn living saint…

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Your expression just now was very solemn."

"Of course, Cronus. My stupid apprentice got into trouble, and he was obviously capable of solving the problem by himself, but he almost got himself killed."

He Shenyan said to himself: "A born reality warper, such a rare creature actually allowed me to encounter..."

He smiled and shook his head, not worrying at all that Jie. was fighting to the death with the monster. In his opinion, it was just a mortal who had received the gaze of the Lord of Joy. Although it had become His dependent, a helpless one. A monster that endlessly pursues all kinds of pleasure. But it is not a match for Jie.

"Reality Warper?"

"Ha, since you asked... Cronus, be prepared, I am a very good teacher." He Shenyan smiled narrowly at him, and then began to talk at length.

"Every wish comes true - this is one of their external manifestations. But few reality benders can do this. Most of them just use this ability to make themselves better off.

It’s just a little bit, most people don’t even know they have such an ability until they die.”

"Imagine an ordinary person, an account manager working in a bank... Well, you may not quite understand what I'm talking about. Let me rephrase it."

"An ordinary Astartes. He worked hard and mercilessly killed the enemies of the Human Empire for hundreds of years. Whether they were aliens, demons, or the fallen traitors among them. But after all, he was just an Astartes.

Tate, he's going to die too."

"Finally, during a mission, all his comrades were killed by something - Hi, please forgive me. I don't know much about the enemy you are facing. Do you suggest making up a reasonable one?"

He Shenyan's joking attitude did not offend Cronus at all, and he actually started to think about it seriously. After a long silence, he said cautiously: "...Considering that you are

This identity fabricated by the Astartes, he is most likely a battle company commander. A veteran like me."

Seeing that Astarte was about to start talking, He Shenyan quickly interrupted him. He hadn't finished his own words: "Ah, it doesn't have to be so serious. In short, let's assume that he is a very powerful person.

The demon must have killed all his comrades."

"Then the Astartes became angry."

"In a state of extreme rage, he tore the monster's hands off and managed to survive. After returning to his Chapter, he believed that he was blessed by the Emperor and was able to exert that kind of power."

"I'll interrupt you, sir. With all due respect, if there really is such an Astartes who can tear apart a great demon with his own hands... he may be executed by the Inquisition after the war."

Kronos said expressionlessly. "It's not that there is no precedent for this. Some battle heroes who survived by chance later found out that they were demons in disguise..."

The mage looked at him speechlessly.

"Seriously, Kronos, sometimes, you don't need to be so serious at all. In short, this Astartes is a reality warper. At that time, because of his extreme anger, all he could think about was

He wanted to kill this demon. So he did it, even though with his original strength, he had no chance to do it."

"This sounds completely unreasonable." Kronos frowned and said.

The mage replied expressionlessly: "Of course it doesn't make sense. Reality warpers won't talk logic to you. They are representatives of the ability to make your wishes come true, and they are the mortal enemies of physics and science." He said.

As he spoke, he laughed: "You don't want to know the expression of a scientist after learning about the existence of such a thing as a reality warper, Kronos."

"But, like I said, most of them will not know their true abilities until they die. A few people still think that they are just lucky - whatever they think comes to them. Others are amazing

There are so many, they can distort time to a certain extent. For example, they can temporarily stop time in a certain area."

He Shenyan blinked: "...This kind of ability mostly appears in teenagers who have watched too much of certain things during adolescence."

Kronos nodded expressionlessly.

"But... there are a few people, I mean, really just a few people. They are able to fully realize what kind of abilities they have, to the point where they can already be called gods."

"You can do whatever you want, be immortal. Everything you want can appear in front of you, twist the air into a chair, and turn a woman into a squirrel. I hope that the earth will be destroyed tomorrow, so the earth will be destroyed tomorrow. And then I feel that this is very strange.

Bored, so the Earth came back."

"However, knowing oneself is a very difficult thing." The mage said with a smile. He was obviously smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Many people, even if I tell them that they are reality distorters,

They are God's reserves, and they can't do those things. Throughout their lives, they are just playing around with making bread."

He stood up, stared at the east through the painted windows in this Noxian banquet hall, and murmured to himself: "Just let me see it, Ring. Let me see you.

Can we achieve that step?"

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Jie had no way of knowing what his unscrupulous teacher was thinking, but even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

What does he care about?

The answer is obvious.

Floating in the warehouse, the monster's body was constantly decomposing and reorganizing. It screamed in pain for a while, and sighed with enjoyment on its face. Jie had already sent Fenna out with his mental tentacles, and then, he

He began to think of ways to kill this monster.

He has tried no less than a hundred methods, including burning, drowning, strangulation... He has tried every death method you can think of on the monster. But it just won't die. Not only that,

As the number of its deaths increased, the two small bumps on its shoulder blades gradually swelled, and then suddenly turned into two purple bat wings after a certain death.

It slowly said intermittently between death and rebirth in a seductive and depraved blasphemous voice: "You...should...use a rougher way - I want to see Him longer, okay?

?”

It's even asking.

Jie gritted his teeth. Even if he gained such powerful power at the cost of a broken soul, he could not really kill the monster even once. Every time, it would come back and become stronger.

What on earth should I do?

He stopped repeatedly killing it and simply imprisoned it with his mental tentacles. The thing stared at Jie with a look of dissatisfaction and said softly: "What's wrong with you? Huh? Hurry up and do it! I

We are almost touching Him!”

Jie glanced at the ghost with annoyance, then pulled off its tongue with a wave of his hand. But that only caused it to let out a scream of pleasure, and it said vaguely: "My dear compatriot, you obviously failed.

Become aware of your true form—your true beauty.”

"Of course, I understand this. After all, you are just a mortal. How can humans understand the strong beauty brought by death? But I will not allow you to miss such a beautiful spectacle. Believe me, my dear. As long as you are willing,

Just hold my hand - I'll show you who you really are."

It stretched out its right hand and said sincerely.

What do I really look like?

Jie looked at it blankly, and the unreal absurdity returned to his heart: Believe in yourself?

...How about giving it a try?

So, the next second, it let out a scream full of fear that it had never heard before: "What have you done?! Why can't I feel Him? No, no! Give Him back to me!"

"Give him back to me! You shameless thief!" it cried, waving its hands and feet helplessly, like a child who had been robbed of his beloved things. The feeling of unreality in Jie's mind became more and more intense.

, his expression was blank, and he looked at his hands in disbelief.

He just thought about it.

I don’t want it to see Him in its mouth anymore.

This thing is so simple, but it actually works.

So...what if, I want its mouth to be closed forever?

Jie looked at its split mouth thoughtfully. As this idea took root in his mind, the monster's mouth began to gradually change - its mouth closed, lips forever.

This kind of thing no longer exists. Its lower jaw, which could move freely, gradually lost its original structure and became a whole body.

In the gradual transformation that made it want to scream, it gradually lost the concept of 'mouth'.

Jie looked at everything in front of him blankly, and he suddenly felt a sense of fear: Is this really something I can do? This kind of power...

He Shenyan's voice came from behind him: "Don't think too much, my apprentice."

Jie turned his head, saw his emotionless eyes, and then fainted. The mage waved him away gently, blocking this memory by the way. After doing all this, he stood there and thought to himself.

He started talking to himself.

"It seems that the one who restricts the reality distorters is themselves after all... That stupid boy must have been brainwashed by Kinkou. He actually wanted to seal himself just now. Fortunately, I came in time."

He shook his head, fearing his power. This was not surprising. After all, although he said that he had abandoned the way of balance, he still grew up receiving a balanced education. There is no reason for this.

The huge power is still a burden to him, so let this kid forget about it.

"It's you, let's see...Kada Jhin. Good guy, you are still a natural antisocial personality. Well, you are a genius. You can learn everything very quickly. Are you proficient in poetry, drama and music? Tsk, you still have time.

Taught myself anatomy..."

Randomly looking through the memory of this monster, He Shenyan yawned. He has seen too many people like this, and Kadar Jhin is just the luckier one among them. His flesh-and-blood philosophy and special

Art is clearly favored by Slaanesh. However, to the latter, Kadar Jhin is worth nothing more than a fleeting glance.

The Lord of pleasure is busy enjoying it all the time.

He tore it into pieces smoothly, grinding the body and soul into dregs, ensuring that it could never come back, and then He Shenyan left here.