Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Waking up is a complex concept.

How do you define the distance between sleep and wakefulness? Throughout the ages, many people have tried to explore the boundaries of this lake, but they have failed. Even those who can lucidly dream cannot explain how they decide.

of the concept of 'waking up'.

Vulcan also couldn't explain it.

He just 'woke up', that's all.

What came into view was a white ceiling, and an exquisite and simple chandelier swayed slightly above his head. He did not see the existence of the candle, but instead saw four vague soft light groups on the four sides of the chandelier.

The corners silently glowed warmly.

A smell unique to books spread into his nostrils. At this moment, Vulkan realized that he was lying on a comfortable sofa chair, which perfectly fit his figure. It was wide, soft, and warm. Without him,

In the distant fireplace, the wood was burning slowly and steadily, making a pleasant crackling sound.

Then he heard the sound of pages turning in a book.

Turning his head, Vulkan saw a thin man with his head lowered, flipping through a heavy book. The book had a brown cover and gilded characters on it, but it was not any kind he was familiar with. Volkan

Gan observed them for a while and suddenly felt a headache.

The man suddenly said: "I suggest you not to look at them without their permission. Every word in this book is self-aware, and they don't like to be read or looked at by people other than me.

"

"...This place is different from the Nurgle Garden I imagined." Vulkan sat up cautiously, clasping his hands, looking like he might explode at any time. "Who are you?

"

"A question, but you actually asked two questions."

The man raised his head with an intriguing smile on his face: "Which one should I answer? Vulcan?"

"The first one." Vulcan replied solemnly.

"Oh, okay." The man smiled and nodded. "This is not Nurgle's garden, this is a pocket dimension, a secondary plane dominated by me. I usually use it as a library and storage room.

Occasionally I hide here and waste some time by myself. You know, escape from reality."

After saying this, he closed the book and threw it away. It floated up spontaneously and returned to the bookshelf at the other end of the wall.

Vulkan followed it with his eyes, and everything here made him instinctively feel that something was wrong. The Fire Dragon Lord took a deep breath and frowned his straight eyebrows seriously: "Who are you?"

"I have already answered your question." The man smiled and raised his fingers. "You usually have to pay for asking me, and my fees are not cheap."

"what would you like?"

"What do I want?" the man asked. "Interesting, what do you think I want?"

"My life, my allegiance, or the blood of innocent people... What else can a being like you crave for?"

The Fire Dragon Lord smiled contemptuously: "Come on, you bastard in subspace, reveal your request to me."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised.

"Oh..." He nodded thoughtfully. "I see, it seems you know a lot."

He did not refute Vulkan's prejudice against him.

Vulkan sneered and stopped talking.

"This is interesting. Although your body died together with the beast, your soul wandered in the subspace for a while. I thought you would know nothing about today's world... It seems

, Preconceived prejudices can indeed blind people." He said pointedly.

"The temptation of words will not work on me. Show your true form, devil." Vulcan said coldly. "Don't talk to me in human form anymore."

Hearing this, the man smiled slightly.

"As you wish." he said.

Then, the world suddenly fell into darkness.

Ceilings, walls, lights, fireplaces... all these concepts have been reduced, and even the chairs have completely disappeared.

The real world violently rushed in from the outside world, scrambling to reveal its existence to Vulkan. The dazzling white light danced arrogantly, and a thousand stars began to rotate spontaneously in front of him. He saw stars flickering and extinguishing, and violent

Birth, seeing the source of destruction, and also seeing abstract concepts and their concrete appearance...

At that moment, Vulkan was convinced that he was crazy.

He was extremely convinced that his reason was shattered into incoherent fragments. Memories even began to tumble and merge in his mind. People's faces twisted together, and the dead in the past screamed from the underworld.

Climb out of the kingdom and come to his side. Then, there is the scene of Nocturne Star.

The burning Nocturne stars were as usual. Millions of volcanoes were connected to each other, forming a series of mountains. Black sandbars, small oceans filled with sulfur, and a dim and dangerous red light illuminated Vulcan's face. He even smelled

The familiar smell arrived - however, this sight did not last long either.

The next second, a human-shaped shadow floated to his side. His form was floating, just like a black curtain blown by the wind. Where the eyes should have been, there were two rotating bright stars, endless.

Light and heat burst out from it.

Then, he heard a snap of fingers.

"Snapped."

The world returns to normal.

The ceiling, chandeliers and chairs - they were back, and the wood in the stove was still burning steadily, with occasional sparks coming out. Warmth emerged, and Vulkan lowered his head subconsciously, realizing that he had sat back down there again without knowing when.

On top of the sofa chair, there was a blanket covering his legs, and he even held a cup of warm milk in his hand.

"How do you feel?" the man asked. "I tried to reveal to you the abstract concepts in this universe - to a certain extent, they can be regarded as the reality you want. You should have seen some incomprehensible things.

Something you understand, so how do you feel?"

His concerned tone made the corners of Vulcan's eyes twitch.

Seeing this scene, the man finally laughed from the bottom of his heart. He stood up and walked to the wall with his hands behind his back. Then, a door suddenly appeared on the wall covered with dark wallpaper. The door frame was very high, and he passed through

From visual inspection, Vulcan knew that it could allow him to pass.

"You can leave now, Vulkan. There is a normal world behind the door." The man turned around and waved to him. "Your brothers are waiting for you there, oh, yes. And you saved

That girl, you have to thank her, Vulcan, if she hadn't been wearing that bracelet on her hand, you wouldn't have been found so easily."

He babbled a lot of words that Vulkan didn't understand at all, and then threw him out without the Fire Dragon Lord's consent.

"Goodbye." He smiled and waved to Vulcan, who was floating in the void outside the door. "By the way, my name is He Shenyan, a mage."

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Woke up - woke up again. It was this familiar strange feeling again, a sense of detachment that made Vulcan almost vomit and fell to the ground instantly. He felt dizzy.

what happened?

Vulkan was lying on the ground, and the scenery in front of him was spinning. He could not perceive the things in front of him, and his five senses seemed to have lost their original function. And this was not the worst. The worst thing was that his brain

Extremely dizzy.

It was as if someone took his head out, threw it into a blender without blades, and blended it on the highest setting for two hours.

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

Amid the intense tinnitus, he heard a few words from Mo Hu.

"what happened?"

"Could it be dizziness caused by teleportation?"

"Maybe, but I'm more inclined to think that this is the captain's little revenge. You all know that he doesn't like to explain things clearly, right? Vulcan happens to be a straight-tempered person, and he must have said some unpleasant things. And this is the consequence.

."

"Khan, your impression of the teacher is a bit too..."

"For Barr's sake, can you please stop chatting around him? Isn't there anyone who can help me carry him to the bed?! Who are you? Five-year-old children?!"

The tone of the last person who spoke was full of accusations, and it was obvious that he was very angry. But this small complaint suddenly made Vulcan feel a sense of warmth and familiarity.

I'm probably crazy, he thought. Why did I think this was Sanguinius's voice?

However, reality hit him hard again. Several people hurriedly lifted him to a soft place and put him down. One of them complained in a carefree voice: "Is Vulcan getting a little stronger again? How do I feel?

Are you raising a fearless one?"

"No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak, Ruth."

"Come on, Fulgan, you're standing nearby and you're not helping! You really can't stand and talk without hurting your back!"

If I'm crazy, how about I get rid of this madness a little longer?

Vulkan thought with a little pleading. He had completely identified the people who were speaking. He knew their identities and their personalities. So he knew very well that this was impossible to happen.

Sanguinius was dead and Fulgrim had fallen. It was impossible for these two people to be in the same room. And the person who mentioned the word 'teacher', Vulkan knew, was Robert Guilliman.

.....Is there anyone qualified to be his teacher, Malcador? But Robert is not a psyker material either...

Just let this crazy hallucination last a little longer, I can come back to my senses later, he thought.

"Is he awake?" Ruth asked. "I saw something moving under Lao Hei's eyelids."

"You gave him such a nickname without permission?" Fulgrim sighed deeply. "Although Vulkan won't care about such a trivial matter, but that-"

"——Oh, oh, oh, is it your turn to play that role now? That person who has a very good relationship with everyone?" Russ laughed mockingly. "Stop it, Fulgrim! You are not a good person.

, the real good guy is lying here, and he is not liked by all of us, let alone you?"

"If you plan to have a debate with me under this situation, I have no objection." Fulgrim replied calmly. "At least I am trying to make changes, unlike some people who always

Go your own way without caring about other people's feelings."

Ruth narrowed his eyes, and the sharp canine teeth poked out of his upper lip.

"Don't do anything here." Angron, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said. "At least don't do it in front of me, Russ. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will beat you up with that nasty Chemos."

"Hmph, two against one? You two can fuck me together - uh, Sanguinius, don't look at me like that..."

Russ suddenly smiled coquettishly and stopped what he was about to say, but the archangel staring at him had no intention of stopping staring.

The Baer man crossed his arms, looked at the faces of the three men with an unkind expression, and spoke word by word.

"To say that you are five-year-old children is simply flattering you. You should be boys around fourteen years old. Each of you is too subjective. You are naughty and childish. You want to find people to quarrel with and beat each other all day long to show each other's men.

Spirituality... Your Majesty, can you please come together for once and remain quiet and friendly? We are brothers!"

Russ lowered his head and looked at the floor carefully, with a look like "Hey, this floor is really a fucking floor." Fulgrim turned his head and gave Angron an unclear meaning.

look in his eyes, and then nodded apologetically towards Sanguinius.

As for Angron, he stiffened his neck and neither accepted Fulgrim's vague thanks nor bowed his head to Sanguinius - but instead, he took a few steps toward the door in silence.

Considering his character, this can probably be regarded as an apology to some extent.

Guilliman coughed and forced himself to break the embarrassing silence. He said: "How about I bring my personal terminal? It can perform simple health monitoring, and it should be able to see that Vulkan

What's wrong with your body?"

"I agree." Chagatai Khan nodded. "The sooner he recovers, the better. But we still have a lot of things to explain to him."

Guilliman sighed: "Can you please stop talking about this now, Khan? I know you are all planning to blame this on me..."

"No." Khan shook his head. "We will explain to him one by one."

Facing Guilliman's puzzled look, Jaghatai said calmly: "Escape is not what a gentleman does. Besides, we must respect our brothers, right?"

"Khan is right, then-"

Guilliman originally planned to go out and get his personal terminal. His office was not far from this lounge, and it only took a few minutes to go back and forth. However, he failed to finish the second half of the sentence.

On the bed, the dark-skinned giant opened his eyes, and his red eyes looked a little crystal clear at the moment. He looked at them quietly, without saying a word, and his lips trembled.

"I really hope this is true." Vulkan said hoarsely. "Is this true? Father? Are you there?"