Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It's not even eleven o'clock yet. Generally speaking, people think it's still 'early morning' at ten o'clock, and once it's past ten o'clock, it's lunch time.

Of course, there are also people who sleep until the afternoon and don’t get up. But that’s another story.

John Tellison, a middle-aged man who chose a Saturday and chose to escape his menopausal wife and two children who had just entered high school early in the morning, could swear to God that he had never seen such strange weather.

The fog has diffused from the surrounding woods. Van Corland Park is a very nice place with pleasant scenery and perfect for a family outing - unless it's like this. The fog is so thick that it can even obscure the view.

John let go of the fishing rod with trembling hands. He was only five steps away from the lake, but his fishing rod and the lake could no longer be seen.

"Damn it, what happened?"

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with fingers that were shaking as fast as a vibrator, wanting to call the police or anyone. This situation plunged him into a deep fear. People are facing the unknown.

It was always the most unsettling circumstances, and John Tellison was an ordinary man, and he was not exempt from the commonplace.

Just when he was about to call the police, a flash of light came from the center of the fog.

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Melloy's eyes turned silvery-white, the color was very similar to mercury, which was completely weird. He Shenyan stood there leisurely with his hands behind his back. Out of respect for Sejani, he decided to finish listening to Meloy

What Si will say next.

"I ask you to help me, black-robed mage Nymph. Meloise is willing to make a contract with you under the witness of the White Tower Council."

You shouldn't have brought the White Tower Council into this, little girl.

He Shenyan's expression became more solemn - at least not as casual as before. He narrowed his eyes and replied in a deep voice: "Go ahead."

Meloise did not speak. To be precise, what she wanted to tell the mage was not in words. Words are one of the tools people use to communicate with each other, and are even the ladder of civilization and progress. However, for a nymph

Literally speaking, no. They are creatures that are detached from the world, and words are sometimes just a burden.

Water vapor rises from the lake, the mist is penetrated by the sun, and the flickering light spots are peeled off from the surface of the girl's skin. They rise little by little, mix, and are integrated by Meloise's mind to form a water curtain. Sparkling waves

, like the surface of a lake, in the next moment, it turned into a mirror.

It switches endlessly between the two materials.

"Please see..."

Meloise's voice contained great pain. She was too old compared to humans, but to nymphs, she was even a minor. He Shenyan did not choose to help her sort out the riots

magic, or to make her stop. He did nothing.

Except for watching indifferently.

Anyone who does anything must bear a corresponding price, even him. There was no accident. The light curtain began to dim a little, and a city began to emerge in front of him. It was welcoming the crying of the sky under the night. It seemed to be endless.

The heavy rain fell manically from the sky, making the ground and roof rumble.

A black shadow jumped across it.

His steps were heavy, but it didn't seem to be because of the rain. The black shadow flew over the gargoyles and gloomy eaves in the heavy rain, without any external force in the whole process. He ran and jumped like that until he came to a warehouse at the port.

nearby.

The black shadow cautiously stood above the warehouse and observed. However, a violent explosion suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, blowing the black shadow into pieces. When dawn came and the rain stopped, all people could find at the scene was his cloak.

of fragments.

The screen ends here.

"That's it? Another Gotham? A tragically dead Bruce Wayne? Is that all you want to show me?"

"It's not just that..."

Meloise was almost crying. She raised her arms like those willing victims in the Bible. Blood poured out of her mouth and nose, and when it was about to drip onto the lake, it turned into crystal water droplets and disappeared into it.

As she activated her power more recklessly, the water curtain continued to fluctuate.

Batman's death was a point. Starting from him, heroes in the world began to die one after another. Each death seemed to be an accident.

The Flash, died of a heart spasm after a run.

Green Lantern died when he forgot to bring his Green Lantern ring while bungee jumping.

Cyborg died from a crash caused by a virus while browsing an unhealthy website.

Wonder Woman wore her bracelet backwards during a battle. After absorbing too much kinetic energy, she urged the bracelet to release the energy as usual, and then blew her face off.

As for the human god, the reason for his death is even more absurd and ridiculous.

He died in a car accident.

Yes - car accident.

At the scene of the crime, a reporter named Clark Kent tried to save a little girl who was about to be hit by a truck. He ran to the middle of the road, pushed the girl away, and was hit to pieces by the truck.

That truck belonged to Lex Luthor's group, and it contained an entire truckload of kryptonite.

But people didn't respond at all, and seven days later, the whole world was destroyed together.

Facing their deaths, He Shenyan yawned.

"I'm starting to get bored, Meloise. Although the way they died is indeed very creative, and if I knew who was behind it all, I would definitely shake his hand - but, I'm really losing it.

Be patient."

He raised his hand and grabbed a piece of mist, turning it into a sandwich.

From the taste to the ingredients, it was no different from a 70-year-old store half a block away. Everything was just right. He Shenyan was more willing to eat it than the picture Meloise showed him.

Finished the sandwich in hand.

He Shenyan took a bite and felt the right flavor of the sauce mixed together. The smell of smoked pork and cheese made him squint his eyes. He smiled and said: "I am not someone who is willing to save other people's worlds at any cost.

Man, Meloise.”

"So." He made a gesture with his free left hand. "If you want to negotiate a deal with me, you'd better put the chips on the table from now on. Time waits for no one, young nymph."

"Please save that world." Meloise gasped. She fell weakly on the lake, her figure becoming more and more unreal. "In return, I will protect the world for you."

"Finally, it looks like we are talking about business." The mage smiled. "But, Miss Nymph, you'd better know what you're talking about."

Meloise raised her head and looked at him, with only determination flashing in her eyes: "I know what I'm talking about."