Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Speak more clearly."

His request was not immediately fulfilled by Sithorn. Hades frowned and thought hard for a while before giving his answer: "There are many things involved here. How should I explain this concept to you?"

Sithorn waved his hand, and the red sofa behind him immediately transformed into a cold and ruthless throne. It arched high behind him and floated in the dark space. Such a sharp contrast made it look like

Some kind of living creature.

Hades looked at the chair with nostalgic eyes. He stretched out his hand and stroked its sharp edge. He said: "This is my chair, He. Of course, it didn't look like this in ancient times."

Sithorn waved his hand again, and the chair turned into a huge, flat stone, just enough for him to sit on. At the same time, the surrounding scene also began to change rapidly.

The sound of the river appeared in the originally empty darkness at some point, and then the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. The lofty mountains appeared not far away, and the thing under their feet was no longer nothingness, but something

The real dirt and grass appeared.

In just a few seconds, this place became a place full of life, and even the sunlight above his head was warm and welcoming. However, those plants and flowers were like nothing He Shenyan had ever seen before.

Sithorn still had that nostalgia that came from nowhere. He strolled to the bushes nearby, bent down and picked a crisp red fruit, and threw it to the mage's spiritual body.

"We used to call it 'Kono', which means food. A long time ago, we only needed to eat something like this to be full. We didn't have to fight, worry about survival, or even communicate."

Sithorn laughed and pointed at himself: "At that time, what I did most was to be in a daze - ah, it seems too far off topic."

He returned to the stone, sat on it lightly, and spread his hands towards He Shenyan.

"Look, He. My chair was not like this in the past, and the world I knew was not an endless void in the past. However, people will change, and so will the world. The latter is especially ruthless

.The world has changed so rapidly that my family and I were even abandoned in just a few thousand years."

"They were so crazy that they died. Some were even killed by my own hands. Most of the remaining people were hiding. But I, a person troubled by endless lifespan, could only shrink and spend time in the created dimension.

time."

The smile on his face became lighter.

"Life is completely meaningless to me, but I can't die. The dimensions are connected to each other, just like heaven and hell were once the pillars supporting the existence of the earth - of course, I know you

I rewrote this matter. I have to say, it was well done.”

He clapped and then turned back to his previous topic. When he became serious, Sithorn was completely different from the madness and cynicism he had shown before. There was melancholy in his eyes, and his face became calmer, but his expression

But there are hidden emotions that rise and fall like turbulent waves.

"And what role does my dimension play in our world?"

Sithorne shook his head.

"I don't know the answer to this question myself, but there is one thing I want to tell you. I am not the only Sithorn."

He said calmly: "A flower has many petals, and a tree has many leaves. Even one person may make different choices at the same point in time. Yes, it's what you think, I

Dear Ho, that’s the parallel universe theory, it’s real.”

"In most universes, the meaning of the name Sithorn is not as peaceful as the me you know."

He smiled again.

"But essentially, there's no difference between me and them. We're all Sithorne, it's just that I'm tired of fighting. Because of the same essential connection, I can occasionally take a brief look at their past - you know

Hey, hey. In most worlds, at least in the worlds I have observed, you do not exist."

Sithorn nodded grandly: "Mr. One, you are the only person in the multiverse to receive this honor. How do you feel about it?"

"Go on."

He Shenyan ignored his joke and had a cold expression, but in fact, he had firmly remembered every word Sithorn had just said in his heart.

"You are really good at hurting other people's hearts." Sithorn curled his lips, but continued. "Your old friend, Wanda Django Maximoff. In some worlds, she is a hero, in other worlds

In it, she is a person with mixed reputations, and in some worlds, she will become the source of the destruction of the world."

"But apart from our world, they all have one thing in common."

Sithorn's expression suddenly became cold and ruthless.

"She learned chaos magic under the influence of my power, and then gradually became the Scarlet Witch. I can say that the source of her power...is me."

"What about those ghosts from the past?"

"Some worlds will be destroyed under certain circumstances, dear Ho. All living things, all memories. Beautiful, ugly, happy, cruel - they will all be destroyed."

Sithorn stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful in the air. A flower appeared in his palm, and Hades slowly tore it into pieces, but the fragments left behind were pieced together into another flower: "

...And the new world will be reborn on top of their ruins. Of course, this does not mean that there is no cost."

The ghost from the past... He Shenyan squinted his eyes. Seeing his expression, Sithorn smiled happily: "I think you understand, dear friend."

Without any nostalgia, He Shenyan left here in an instant. The mental body's desire to leave was just a thought. After he disappeared here, the smile on Sithorn's face did not diminish at all.

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On the long beach, He Shenyan opened his eyes.

Mages, wizards, and even third-rate con artists who came from afar. These people who lived in the magical world and had a relationship with Wanda stood behind him. Strange was reading from the script on the high platform.

while reciting the prepared eulogy.

The sea breeze blew across his cheeks, and He Shenyan lowered his head and sighed. Then he turned around with a smile on his face. He walked through the crowd, and people looked at him in awe. From the beginning to the end,

No one dared to make eye contact with him.

Until he reached the high platform all the way.

At this time, everyone truly felt that the memorial service had begun.

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