[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

"The price has already been paid for you."

As soon as Doctor Strange said these words, the face of the girl sitting opposite him turned pale.

"... Is it my second grandfather? What did he do? How did he... die in the first place?"

She always thought that the old man was born, aged, sick and died normally.

She had just entered high school the year he died, and it was June. She went back to the country to change her student status, and before she even had time to reverse the jet lag, she received a call from across the ocean in the middle of the night.

The lawyer said he was in no pain before he left.

Although her second grandfather had some minor problems a few years ago, he is generally healthy. He is happy all day long, jumping around without panting, making people think that he can live like an old turtle.

So much so that she kept ignoring how old he was—when she was still young, his beard and hair were all gray.

Old people always say that it is rare to die peacefully and without pain at this age.

She left domestic affairs behind and hurriedly bought a plane ticket back to Canada, all she saw was the old man's already stiff smiling face.

Wrinkled and funny, as if he was about to start a teasing laugh the next moment.

He went there in his sleep. According to the custom, this is a funeral.

From cremation to burial, she followed the whole process, but her footsteps did not fall to the ground. The whole body was like stepping on cotton, and every step was unreal.

Such a good person, how can he just say that he is gone?

If it's because of her...

……

The deep expression on Strange's face cracked.

The mage looked at her strangely: "Why do you think so..."

Sylvia with a pale face: "...Huh?"

"It's just an unorthodox method. Although it's a bit troublesome, it's not enough for a sorcerer to exchange his life." He raised his eyebrows and explained, "Otherwise, how did the illusion talent stabilize?"

Sylvia with pale face: "...Oh."

She may have watched too many TV dramas, right :)

Sylvia: "So at what price?"

"You should remember that I said that you are from this world."

"……Correct."

"The probability of a talented person appearing is actually far greater than all the records - at least not less than a thousand years."

The mage's fingers made a mysterious gesture in the void, and after passing through the air at a constant speed, his fingertips seemed to become a file, rubbing fine golden sparks in the air.

Sylvia noticed that the mage was wearing a pair of rectangular rings with two finger sleeves between his index finger and middle finger—it was a hanging ring that could open the door of temporary magic power.

He stretched out his hand—the girl watched half of his arm swallowed by the thick circle and felt pain in her arm—and took out a book from the small space.

She vaguely heard the sound of iron chains coming from the other end of the space door, and Wang's roar: "Stephen Strange! You don't go through the main door!!!"

Doctor Strange pretends he didn't hear anything :)

He opened the book he took out, turned to a certain page, and then lightly raised his hand, the simple and yellowed ancient book floated in mid-air, and the opened page was facing Sylvia's face.

"What did you see?"

The girl was speechless at the pretty dogs who almost caught her face, what else could she see?She has nothing but a bunch of mysterious ghost symbols... Wait.

Those characters that don't exist in her memory, those iron painted silver hooks...

Even though she had never seen it before, it gave her a wonderful sense of familiarity.

……

"I saw..."

"A...history?"

Although Sylvia didn't know every word, there was a voice telling her in the dark that it was a dusty past, and it recorded cases about "talented people".

The ancient book was removed, and the horse face reappeared in front of her with the pride of "knowing everything".

"Sure enough." If the mage's beard was long, it would probably have been raised by now. "Talented people have a natural resonance with ancient runes. Maybe I should record this evidence in the new book I am writing, and it will become a legend handed down from generation to generation." made."

Sylvia: "..." Oh.

The cloaked baby let out a loud fart in disgust.

Probably because her dead fish eyes were too obvious, Doctor Strange closed his expression and became serious: "There are not uncommon examples of gifted people, but most of them don't live to be teenagers—most of them died young before being found by the Temple .”

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then frightened for a while.

"There is one aspect of not having a mentor to use the proper facilitation method for them..."

"On the other hand, it's because most gifted people grow quickly—too quickly."

"The abilities of mutants have at least a period of incubation, or they need to be stimulated by the opportunity to explode, but the abilities of gifted people are naturally revealed as they grow older."

"That is to say, they have shown their ability since they were born." The ability is getting stronger every day.

It may not sound particularly serious, but when you think about it carefully, children at that time could not even understand or speak, as if an ant had gained the power of a prehistoric dragon, as if it could soar into the sky before it could walk.

There is a complete disequilibrium between mastery and power—and that's a disaster.

"It was a disaster," Strange concluded.

"Whether it's astral projection or illusion, in the final analysis, it's just a manifestation of magic. Which kind of manifestation depends on the subconscious caused by the surrounding environment."

Speaking of the subconscious, the horse-faced master's expression was weird for a moment, and the letters "bilibili" flew in his mind, and he slapped him away.

"For example, you once crossed dimensional barriers, for example, that illusionist was born in a circus—in the final analysis, they are actually of the same origin."

"Most gifted people turn themselves into ability itself before they know what the word ability is."

Not even coming back.

……

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.

No one knows what the consequences of excessive power can bring. Children dominated by power also lose their own will. When they lose their human form and spend endless time, they don't even know that they used to be What.

Sylvia suddenly thought of the first time she entered the dimensional world, if she was not an adult, if she was just a baby who couldn't speak a word, would she know that the world she was in was not a normal world?

no, I can not.

She would think that was the most comfortable state for her, free and at ease, like a mother's embrace, staying ignorantly and becoming a part of the dimensional world.

Rather than saying that those young gifted people died young, it is better to say that they became immortal beings—immortal life without consciousness.

Just thinking about it gives chills down the spine.

Thinking of this consequence, Sylvia couldn't help asking: "But I didn't..."

"...Actually, there should be." Strange said.

"You are very lucky to have a relative who can take on the role of a guide. Mr. Lin probably sent you to another world after discovering your ability—a world without mages."

"Without the power of the world that is enough for you to grow up, your talent is suppressed, and this is how you have lived as an ordinary person for 20 years."

"As for why you came back..."

Of course it's because he's gone.

……

Every talented person has the potential to become a supreme mage once he grows up.

However, the supreme mage lived in the temple for a long time to maintain the stability of the earth and the universe. Under normal circumstances, he could not intervene in the affairs of the ordinary world, and other mage students in the temple were not allowed to "join the world".

After confirming that Sylvia still wanted to live a normal life, Stephen did not ask her to follow him back to the temple to study, nor did he impose any restrictions on her abilities.

"The horror of talent never lies in the power itself, but in the person who uses it." These are his original words.

Before Doctor Strange leaves, Sylvia asks him two questions.

"Is there me in the original world?"

"My second grandfather in that world, is he in this world or in that world?"

With his back to her, Strange stepped into the door of space without turning his head, leaving only one sentence: "...who knows."

Sylvia knew that this was the part that the Supreme Mage "cannot reveal".

#There was once an opportunity to become a supreme mage in front of me, but I was afraid of the loneliness without WiFi and small hot pot, so I chose to refuse#

Sitting on Second Grandpa's rocking chair and swaying, Sylvia stared at the air where the magic light disappeared for a while, and decided to go to sleep.

Before going to bed, she was in a daze, and finally remembered what she and Peter had overlooked.

——Speaking of which, where did you go?

……

"clang!"

In the night sky, the clouds are thick.

The towering clock in the center of Gotham City stood tall. The weird gothic pointer jumped from twelve midnight to one o'clock the next day, and the whole clock made a slow and low chime.

"The folk customs are simple and honest in Gotham City, and Arkham is full of talents."

Gotham, this magical city, has many landmarks.

For example, this big clock that tells the time, such as the Wayne Building (Gotham Tower) in the city center, or, for example, the cross-sea bridge that was blown up by criminals from the middle twice in three days :)

The cross-sea bridge connects Metropolis and Gotham, the two cities with the highest crime rate in the United States, and was funded and built by the Lex Group two years ago.

Gotham City is outstanding. Among the "outstanding people", the clown is the most famous and outstanding, while the other "criminal geniuses" who are shrouded in the shadow of the clown occasionally appear less artistic.

For example, they are either blowing up the cross-sea bridge, or they are on the way to blow up the cross-sea bridge.

It's like now, it's already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the criminal gang with no new ideas... actually, still, blowing up the bridge :)

Just as the big clock's chime ended, a "boom" explosion accompanied by a heroic flame blew up the bridge connecting Gotham and Metropolis, Batman and Superman, causing waves to surge.

"Holy shit~"

On the broken bridge near the metropolis, a loud curse came from a taxi.

The taxi driver, who was tremblingly trying to avoid the criminal gangs in front of him and wished he could huddle under his seat, looked at this "willing to spend a lot of money" expression mixed with "you want to die and don't take me with you". Little Money Money" asked him to take him to Gotham City's pervert in a red and black tights.

"Daddy Deadpool's My Little Pony knows it's time to go to bed at this point! These [beep——] Arkham lunatics actually escaped from prison on this [beep——] occasion?!"

The pervert in tights leaned half his body out of the car window, waved his hand with the middle finger up, and cursed at the end.

After cursing, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly cupped his cheeks with his hands: "Oh my God! Where is My Little Pony? Without Dad's caress at night, he will be very weak, sleepless and scared!"

driver:"……"

The criminals on the cross-section of the cross-sea bridge: "..."

Amid Deadpool's yelling and gay moaning, a man in a tuxedo who was relatively the leader among the criminals, his lower body still, his upper body twisted into a weird angle, turned around abruptly.

Although it was a cloudy day without rain, he still held up a weird and spooky Bulgarian black umbrella.

Under the umbrella, his overly pointed aquiline nose and thick black eye makeup look particularly pervasive.

— like a penguin in a pool of oil.

……

"WHO... ARE... YOU?"

The most powerful underworld leader in Gotham City smiled sharply and asked.

"A new superhero, or... a supervillain?"

The tip of his umbrella had a metallic glint against the night, looking poisonous.

Deadpool felt his ass tighten.

The half of his body protruding from the car hung in the air in a coquettish side-lying position, and whistled harmlessly.

"Oh~ Dad was actually just passing by~ He didn't mean to come to Gotham to find a big black bat..."

"—Of course I don't intend to visit Arkham~"

"Speaking of which, Dad's setting should not include a day trip to Arkham, right? Oh [beep——], Dad forgot to read the setting again, [beep——] fucking Gotham!"

The Penguin's patience quickly reached its lowest point in the other party's chatter into the air.

His goal was Batman, and he didn't want to waste time on this crazy little guy who didn't know where he came from.

——Gotham has never been short of lunatics, and this kind of lunatics with no power or ambition can't survive a night.

He waved his hands impatiently, and a group of his men came forward with all kinds of poisonous guns and knives, and loaded them with a "kakaka" at Deadpool.

The subordinates were very satisfied to see the expression of "fear" on that perverted mask.

The small knobs on Deadpool's head stood up.

He uttered a terrified cry:

"Super~~man~~"

"Where are you~ where~"

"Save~save~me~this flower~"

"Small~ but~ pitiful~"

The author has something to say:

A bitch who has been completely forgotten by good friends, heroines and the Women's Federation: mmp

The Penguin doesn't have much to do, so he can get a box if he shows up casually.