Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The first thing he felt was peace.

Of course, there is relief.

——But what about other than that?

The thought of 'raising your hand' floated through He Shenyan's consciousness, and his soul, which had fallen into the boundless darkness, faithfully executed this thought. The mighty spiritual power surged out from the realm of nothingness, and outlined a picture in the darkness.

The simple shape looks like a simple drawing with the most basic character lines.

Funny, I looked like this after I died.

He Shenyan stared at his right hand thoughtfully. The fact that he was dead did not make any waves in his heart. At this moment, what he cared about most was what was hidden behind this state.

's secret.

The mages' thirst for knowledge is truly terrifyingly stubborn.

Um...where am I?

After observing carefully for a while, he didn't get any useful information, so he simply raised his head and looked around. But there was nothing all around, just darkness. Even he was surprised that the mage didn't feel any discomfort.

"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"

On the contrary, he felt it was warm and comfortable here.

It's like a room that belongs to you, with thick curtains drawn, a comfortable temperature, and fragrant pillows exuding fragrance - just lie down in it and you will never wake up, and you no longer have to worry about any suffering in the world. No matter it is

The need to get up early to go to work tomorrow and the huge debt that followed behind me all disappeared with it.

The only thing that is close at hand is sleep.

He let out a tired sigh and sat down in that simple form. Then he even felt dissatisfied and simply lay down in a defenseless posture. In the past, He Shenyan heard an interesting theory.

——When a person dies, he will repeat everything that happened during his life before his eyes.

According to this theory, no one may have peace. No matter whether it is good or bad, when death comes, what most people want may just be peace.

He Shenyan just wanted to be alone for a while. He felt very tired.

very tired.

All the past flashed before his eyes, his stubborn wish, his teacher who deceived him, the world he saved, and those who regarded him as a god and savior.

And his friends.

A smile formed on the corner of the mage's mouth. The darkness was still comfortable and he could not escape. In fact, his spiritual body was slowly dissipating. The feeling of the afterlife was so wonderful, the sense of freedom and freedom that he no longer had to care about anything.

It's really fascinating.

such a pity......

He let out a faint sigh again, and his spiritual body, which had dissipated to the point where only one pair of eyes remained, suddenly solidified. The surging magic power that came from nowhere enveloped him in a mighty way, and a voice

rang above his head.

"You refused, my messenger."

Death came unexpectedly and came as promised. She was the first person every deceased saw after death and was their ultimate comfort. Just when He Shenyan was about to reject her, she came.

"You used your authority to kill yourself, and then you refused this peace as sweet as honey. Why?" Death looked at him patiently, hoping to get an answer.

The Master replied: "Because I still have unfinished business."

"But you have done enough, haven't you?" Death asked doubtfully. "Is there anything else that can take you away from this tranquility?"

She waved her hand, and the darkness zoomed away, revealing countless souls sleeping quietly here. Among them were the former overlords of the universe, madmen who conquered thousands of worlds, and those who were crazy about love and would not hesitate to massacre the world.

Crazy, there is a mother who misses her son until she dies.

At this time, they were all sleeping here, quietly and without showing any sign of pain.

He Shenyan looked at them, and the beautiful scene made him feel a little sad for a moment - but only for a moment.

He said: "There is one thing I haven't done yet, and I can't forget it."

"What is it?"

"go home."

He Shenyan smiled: "It's for this reason that I learned magic. It's also for this reason that I tore my soul apart like a madman and crossed the border. I can't forget this thing, and I can't throw it away.

Get off it. To me, it...has transcended all of that."

"But you won't go home at any cost."

"yes."

He Shenyan nodded gently.

"I want to go home because I want my parents to see me now. I want to tell them what kind of person I have become. I hope I can stand up and tell them that I am an amazing person.

I have become every boy’s dream self.”

"I am a hero. I have saved many worlds. My name is an epic song. People remember my name because they will always remember what I have done."

"So I will always keep part of the bottom line - the world is changing, and I hope that I will never be changed. Sithorn said that I will definitely lose my humanity over a long period of time. He may be right, but I...

..”

The mage smiled helplessly.

"I'm still going to try."

Death made way for him.

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In the dark universe, a cold, breathless corpse is floating in it. He is wearing a black robe, has a handsome face, and his eyes are closed.

A spaceship was flying towards here. There were colorful external lights on the ship. They flashed and looked like laser light balls on the dance floor.

The ship is called the Benatar, and she belongs to Star-Lord, a man of minor fame among the stars. He is a thief and mercenary, part-time explorer, and a hopeless hedonist.

Of course, his friends prefer to call him an idiot with full affection (or disgust).

Cab.

"Hey, Gamora."

Following the example of Thor's bearded Star-Lord, Peter Quill grinned at his girlfriend and walked slowly. He also held two goblets in his hands, which contained fluorescent liquid.

A tangy aroma comes out.

Gamora, who had green skin, smiled slightly and stretched lazily. The beautiful curves made Peter stare straight at her. He quickly and diligently handed over a glass of wine. Gamora reached out to take it and took a sip.

"Ah, yes, this is the bottle of Gohmote wine from the auction? Peter...it's very expensive."

"Compared to you, money is nothing."

Gamora's smile gradually became wild. She turned on the autopilot function, took Peter's wine, placed both glasses of wine on the driver's seat, and then pushed him to the ground.

Looking at Gamora who was gradually taking off her clothes, Peter swallowed and said uneasily: "Uh, Gamora. They are having a party, yes, but the door is not locked yet..."

"Then lock it, Peter..." Gamora licked her lips, tilted her head and looked at him, smiling seductively. "You are the captain."

Star-Lord jumped up from the ground and wanted to lock the cab door, but at the same time, a slightly dull crash made him stop.

Peter turned around, and Gamora and he stared dumbfounded at the man who crashed into the spacecraft.