Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

If you want to make a person better, there are many ways to choose. You can let him read, exercise, and then give him a goal. It can take as long as five years or as short as three years. After that, you can see a goal.

Brand new people.

Of course, the premise is that he himself must be willing.

But, what if you want to change the world for the better?

Steve Rogers doesn't know the answer, but he keeps doing it. Yes, keeps doing it.

On Christmas Day in 2033, he was nestled in his small home in Queens, New York, watching boring 80s programs on TV.

Unlike other people who abandoned the TV, for him, the TV is still a very precious thing - the TV he uses can even watch DVDs.

In fact, it didn't matter to him what was on the TV. The only thing that was important was that he didn't want the house to be silent at this time.

He rarely talks when he is alone, and if on a day like Christmas, Steve feels that his home is still silent... that would be too tragic.

People always have to find some excuse for themselves or do anything to escape the miserable reality.

Well, Steve wasn't actually miserable, he was just lonely.

Old friends are getting married one after another, and the world no longer needs their group of superheroes in fancy costumes. When people's lives are prosperous, they also sweep old antiques like them into the garbage heap of history. In other words, Steve is now retired.

Already.

It's not that no one has invited him, Tony, Clint... Even Thor, who is far away in space, has mentioned whether to go to the Centaur galaxy together. But he refused them all. The old man is now

I just want to stay at home and cook a meal for myself.

However, just as he was cooking the turkey, the doorbell rang. Steve was a little surprised. Who came back to him? Was it a salesperson? Is there really someone who works on Christmas?

After wiping his hands on his apron, Steve came to the door of his house. He opened the door and saw someone he never expected.

"...what?!"

"What? I'm not welcome to come in and have a seat?"

The person who came was none other than the mage he had not seen for a long time. He still looked the same. He was still handsome, and even the clothes he wore had not changed much.

As Steve turned aside to let him in, he scratched his head and said with a smile: "When did you come back?"

"Just now... To be honest, Steve, traveling between the worlds is incredibly convenient now." He Shenyan did not need to remind him, so he changed his shoes from Steve's shoe cabinet.

Got a pair of clean slippers.

He smiled and said: "Just like Tony can use his private jet to fly around the Hawaiian Islands when he has nothing to do, I can travel around the world when I have nothing to do."

"Hmm." Steve asked as he closed the door, "So, you also have a world shuttle private jet or something like that?"

"That's almost it." The mage stretched out and sat down on Steve's sofa. He noticed the classic 1980s TV show and clicked his tongue.

"Your taste in this area never disappoints, Steve."

"which aspect?"

"Retro."

Steve, who had returned to the kitchen, rolled his eyes: "I'm an old man, He. You can't ask an old man born in 1918 to adapt to the trend."

"But you don't look old at all." He Shenyan, who was sitting on the sofa, turned his head and looked at Steve with a smirk on his face. "Tell me honestly, did any young girl come to you when you went to the bar?

Want contact information?”

"...Those are two different things." Steve replied as he stuffed the roast chicken into the oven.

"No, that's the same thing." He Shenyan shrugged. "Having said that, I'm surprised by what you did."

"Did you see everything?"

"That's natural - I'm not blind." He Shenyan sighed with emotion. "Who would have thought that at Christmas in New York in 2033, we wouldn't see a single homeless person on the street?"

"How do you think they will introduce you to future children? Captain America, Steve Rogers. Then put a blue mark under the word America and add a link. Children will click on it and have to search for it for a long time.

Know what kind of country the United States is."

"I would rather they don't introduce me, and they don't introduce the United States."

Steve washed his hands, leaned against the kitchen wall, and watched the old TV show on the TV: "Let the past be in the past, I am just an ordinary person now."

"Well, ordinary man Mr. Steve Rogers, where do you find your job?"

"Newspaper office."

"Newspaper office?"

"Yeah, the New York Times. I have a sinecure there. Well, it's not quite accurate to say sinecure. I'm a special correspondent. When I have nothing to do, I write social reports and comment on current affairs."

"You won't hire a ghostwriter, will you?"

"What do you mean?"

"As far as I know, you joined the army very early... Can anyone read what you write?"

"Hey!" Steve exclaimed in displeasure. "I did study literature properly in college!"

"Then I really underestimated you. Okay, I apologize." He Shenyan said with a smile.

The chat and dinner continued until late into the night, and they were very animated. Steve would ask questions about other worlds from time to time, but what interested him most was whether the local people's lives were good or not.

"So, it was a medieval world?"

"Ah, it's pretty much the same. It's just that there are some magical elements in it."

"I can even think about the local people's livelihood."

"You can adjust your standards even lower."

"You don't look like the kind of person who would tolerate some fools sitting on top of ordinary people and domineering them. Tell me, what have you done?"

"I didn't do anything."

This unexpected answer made Steve frown: "What?"

"Okay, Steve, here's the thing." He Shenyan said patiently. "I can't overthrow the king all of a sudden - for them, the concept of everyone being equal is still too early. And trying to encourage others is obviously not

It’s the right thing to do. Especially in a world full of magic, it’s difficult to promote the idea of ​​equality for all.”

"Because no matter what you do, those who have mastered magic and power will not treat the common people at the bottom as human beings. Alas, I am going too far. To put it bluntly, every world has its own laws, and I have always followed them.

The rule is not to interfere in their historical process without authorization."

"Of course... sometimes, when they go too far, I don't mind going out and killing a few kings." He said this with a smile.

Steve nodded thoughtfully: "I understand..."

Looking at the expression on his face, He Shenyan said jokingly: "You are not going to extract something from my words and write them down in your notebook."

Steve just looked at him.

The smile on He Shenyan's face disappeared: "...you can't, right?"

Two minutes later, they arrived at Steve's study. The place was hung with red flags, from the jungles of South America to Africa, from the eastern land to the vast frozen land next to her. Photos of great people and pioneers were all hung.

It was carefully framed and hung on the wall of the study room.

The original German version of "Das Kapital", the Chinese version of "Selected Works"... Any book on red that you can find on the market can be seen on his bookcase.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect that the booklet I threw at you back then could have such a big impact on you." He Shenyan said with a strange expression.

"Isn't this bad?" Steve asked. "To be honest, it was only after reading these books that I realized how wrong we were in the past."

He sat on the table and sighed: "And the most tragic thing is that our people can't even see the truth clearly - the media controlled by the government firmly controls everything. They have been watching TV since they were young, and the TV tells

They do everything.”

"Anything, any outrageous thing will become true as long as it is said through the media. It is really ridiculous." Steve shook his head. "I have to admit one thing, the US government really died well."

As he spoke, an expression of hatred appeared on his face: "Hey, you can never imagine what disgusting things those bastards have done. That was the first time in my life that I felt that some people did not deserve to live.

, does not even deserve to be judged.”

I think I know, Steve, I know very well.

He Shenyan didn't say anything. He sat behind Steve's desk, swaying in the chair and said: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to show off... Steve, do you want to

Have you ever made a comeback?"

"Come back?" Steve's face was full of astonishment. "Where do we need superheroes now? Even Frank has retired! Now I just catch thieves every day... What do you want me to do?"

"Of course it's another world." He Shenyan smiled slightly.

"That place should really need you, the people's captain, Steve."

Steve didn't have any objections to the strange title of Captain of the People. He pondered for a while, and then made a gesture to He Shenyan to continue: "Tell me about it, but unfortunately I thought you just remembered it.

We are old friends."

"One thing upfront, Steve."

The smile on He Shenyan's face disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression. He said slowly: "That place is very dangerous, very dangerous."

"I haven't said yet whether I'm going or not."

Valley site

The mage just smiled - I don't know you yet?

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"Please! Wait a minute! Wait a minute..."

Before the angel could finish his words, Frank twisted his legs, pulled them out casually, and used the two angel's thighs as bats to kill another angel who was rushing toward him. The guy's head flew out.

, drew an arc in the air, and was burned to ashes by the scarlet flames that appeared out of thin air before it even hit the ground.

There was a voice speaking in Frank's mind.

"Why do they have to make you wait?"

I don't know, everyone likes to tell me their last words like this.

"Angels are not humans."

Yes.

They are not people.

During the break of killing, Frank looked up and glanced at the sun-like thing hanging in the sky of heaven. He already knew what it was - the soul furnace.

For thousands of years, angels have continuously thrown human souls into it, calcining them into energy for their survival and seeds for the birth of new angels. Some of them will not be thrown into the furnace, but they will be

Angels use them as bargaining chips with the devils in hell. They exchange the souls of good people for the sins of evil people.

Never get tired of it.

As for why?

Frank didn't care. He never cared about this. He had killed too many people, and many of them would say before they died that they had a big family to support. Frank always just responded with a scornful smile.

Yeah, you have a family to support - that's no fucking reason for you to kill people, kidnap women, rob and sell drugs.

Besides, anyone knows one thing, if you're just stealing, the Punisher won't come after you. If he does, you must be a damn bastard.

I don’t know who came up with this thing, but it quickly became a truth among his fans. Many times, even if he suddenly broke into a pub and killed a person drinking there, no one would trouble him. They just

They would yell loudly, saying that this guy must have committed a serious crime.

Frank sometimes thinks this is scary, so he usually spends a lot of time investigating and identifying the target before taking action. He will only take action when he is sure that the person must die. This behavior also serves as a good example for him in the police station.

It brings some conveniences.

Half of the police officers in the NYPD wanted to give him a medal, and the other half hoped they would not meet him, otherwise they would have to turn a blind eye and risk losing their jobs.

To him, the angels deserved to die, that's all.

So with a cold face, he went on a killing spree in heaven. If any mortal priest saw this scene, his heart would be broken, but Frank wouldn't, he would just continue to kill.

I don't know how long it took, but he stopped. The voice said in his head: "Okay, boss. I'm sure you killed them all... Man, I really have to admit, you'd be afraid without me."

You can do this too.”

"Without you identifying their locations for me, the efficiency would be slower."

"Oh, so I'm just a radar?" It looked very hurt, but became optimistic the next second. "But it's not bad! Just like the chip in your memory, I am your partner now

.”

"...You'd better not think of yourself as the same person as him." Frank was silent for a while and said. "He is dead, I killed him."

"Well......."

Frank turned a blind eye to the embarrassment. He threw the angel wings in his hand on the ground and said: "Anyone who cooperates with me is dead. Chip is the one who has cooperated with me for the longest time. If you really look

After reading my memory, you should know one thing clearly, I am a lone star."

It said with some frustration: "Okay, boss. But actually it doesn't matter if you die, I'm not alive anyway."

"Really?" There was actually a smile in Frank's voice. "This is a good thing. Dead people will not die again."

"Do you know how to get to hell?" He mentioned another thing.

"Wow, boss, you really don't stop...Okay, since it's your request." It was a little surprised, but it still followed Frank's request and opened a portal to hell.

.Before leaving heaven, Frank set a fire and burned the damn place to the ground.

As for those confused human souls...a golden light flashed past, and they disappeared without a trace.

Walking through the portal wasn't a great feeling, but Frank had been through worse things. Like being killed by an ugly, rotting monster that looked like the cross between a vampire and a bat, and it was buried in the ground for months.

Fatty gave him a good beating. Some of the maggots on that thing's hands even landed in his mouth.

So he can still bear it.

The scene of hell is roughly the same as those described in religious books - blood-red sky, poisonous air and earth full of bones. The smell of sulfur wanders throughout the world, accompanied by never-ending screams and pleas.

Among them, the wild laughter of the demons was particularly harsh.

"I said...in addition to being my radar, you should have some other uses." Frank suddenly asked.

"Uh, boss, what do you want to do?"

"gun."

"What?"

"A gun." Frank repeated. "A 45-caliber pistol, or a Colt revolver. It would be better if you could use full-automatic firepower. Rocket launchers, grenades, explosives...I'll do it."

No one will refuse.”

"..."

After a moment of silence, two black pistols appeared in Frank's hands, and he heard it say: "Copied according to your memory, your favorite pistol. Well, it's strange to say that. But they are indeed .45 caliber

Yes, capable of firing your kind of flame as a bullet."

Frank opened the safety and loaded the gun, and asked, "Do I need to change the magazine?"

"Need not."

"Will it overheat?"

"No way - this is something I made! Boss, you should have some trust in me! Since we are both grasshoppers on a rope now."

"I'm not a grasshopper, and neither are you. And we're not standing on a rope." Frank took a deep breath, raised his pistol, and tried to aim.

"You really don't have a sense of humor, do you, boss?"

"A sense of humor is for the living," Frank said lightly.

Then he jumped up, and in the next second, he appeared a hundred meters away, crushing a demon's head. He fired with both guns in his hands, and the bullets made of scarlet flames flew in the air of hell and penetrated into the demons.

brains, bringing them the most terrifying curse.

It was still shouting in Frank's head: "Oh! That's it! Boss! Kill as much as you like!"

"Shut up."

"Well, you can't enjoy all the fun alone, boss. I mean, you have fun killing, and I have to vent too."

While dodging the flames spewed from the mouth of a demon, Frank shot it in the head. The bullet made of flames was so powerful that it was said to be a .45 caliber, which in his opinion was no better than a rocket launcher.

Not much. Just a wipe, and that guy's big ugly head exploded.

The aftermath of this bullet even killed half of the head of an unlucky demon standing behind it.

"Forget it, I'm quite happy to see it." It muttered a few words, and then shouted loudly: "The punisher is coming! The demons of hell!"

"They can't hear what you're saying - actually, you'd better shut the fuck up."

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It’s still that space.

"If those bureaucrats in the empire were as efficient as you, I wouldn't feel sick to my stomach when I saw them." The emperor began to sigh when he saw He Shenyan for the first time.

"It's just good luck - find four first. How do you plan to arrange these four strong generals?" He Shenyan replied with a smile.

"Sean, don't worry, he can be used as a backup."

Entering the 'working' state, the Emperor looked much more serious than usual. He said: "Bruce Wayne, a master of intelligence warfare and stealth warfare, has extraordinary willpower, suspicion, and superior intelligence. I plan to let him go

Deal with the hidden group of Tzeentch followers."

"Hey? Are you serious? What do you mean by that sentence? The development of everything is Tzeentch's arrangement. Are you not afraid that he will eat up the newly acquired original body?"

The emperor cursed a curse word that only lasted seventy words. For the sake of his image, I will not write it out.

Then, he said: "If He really has that ability, why should we fight? Who can't tell lies?"

"Frank Custer."

Reciting this name, even the emperor sighed: "I plan to send him to deal with the empire's bureaucrats."

Hearing his plan, He Shenyan said half-jokingly: "Then you'd better give him a target, such as how many people he can only kill throughout the year. Otherwise, I'm worried that he will kill all the idiots below you in a few years.

Killed them all."

"It doesn't matter if we kill them all, the efficiency will not be lower anyway. These bastards, the effective time of an order can be delayed for forty years from the time it is issued!" The emperor gritted his teeth.

He continued: "Moreover, he will investigate before taking action."

"As for the people's servant you just recruited." The emperor sighed again. "I plan to introduce him to my son who has only just woken up. The two of them should have a lot in common."

He Shenyan supported her face with her left hand and said seemingly casually: "The troubles of happiness, right?"