Warlock of the Marvel Universe

After the fantasy ended, Tony didn't show any extreme behavior. He just sat at the table without speaking for a long time, his expression dull and his eyes a little straight. The glass of whiskey he poured for himself was at his hand, but he couldn't take a sip. I haven't drunk it yet, and all the ice cubes in it have melted.

Seeing Tony like this, Evanson also murmured a little in his heart. Could it be that the fear technique he just used went too far and scared him silly? So he asked, "How do you feel, Tony?" "

"Ah" Tony seemed to wake up suddenly, and it took him a while to ask "What did you say?"

"I'm asking you how you feel." Evanson rolled his eyes and repeated the question.

"It feels like it." Tony then remembered to pick up the glass of wine at hand and took a sip. He relaxed his shoulders and thought about the situation just now. "It was quite scary at first, but now when I compare it, I still feel..."

Tony turned to look at Evanson and said seriously, "I still think Aunt Peggy is scarier."

"What you say will hurt people's hearts, Tony." Evanson said with a smirk, "I will definitely convey your thoughts to Ms. Carter truthfully."

"Don't." Tony seemed to have been knocked, and he immediately put him down and was waved off. "However, through this illusion, I finally recognized myself. Yes, the matter has passed, but how do I explain to myself that hugging If I rush into a wormhole with a nuclear bomb, can this kind of thing really be regarded as a thing of the past and over for me?"

"The New York War completely changed me." Tony finally said in a low voice.

"You're still scared, right?" Evanson said sharply, "What happened in the fantasy just now is what you're afraid of, right?"

There is no way to fabricate fear out of thin air, not to mention that everyone’s fear is different and must be based on reality.Although the environment just now was deliberately guided by Evanson, it was still Tony's biggest fear. He was really afraid that he could not escape successfully at that time and would be swallowed up by the nuclear explosion.

"How can I not be afraid, man?" After being stimulated one after another, Tony didn't seem to want to hide anything anymore, "I'm not Thor, I'm not a god, and I'm not like you. You can do magic. You don't have to do anything, just wave your hand. Can turn enemies into ashes"

"I am a magician." Evanson laughed twice, then asked with a blank expression, "Do you know how many people I have killed, Tony?"

"Huh haha" Tony laughed when he heard this question. "Have I killed few people?" Tony pointed to the screen on one side, and a lot of avatars appeared on it. "Everyone I killed has a file here." "Would you like to mix it up and take a look? I bet." Tony poured a glass of whiskey, walked over to Evanson, put the wine into his hand and said, "I will definitely kill more than you."

"Then how do you feel when you kill these people?" Evanson took the glass and took a sip, then put it aside. "Does it feel good to kill people?"

Tony rolled his eyes at Evanson. He was not a perverted murderer, nor was he a soldier who had been numbed by killing people. Even if he didn't feel anything because of the excessive adrenaline secretion at the time, when he thought about it afterwards, it definitely couldn't be anything. Happy memories.

"How do you feel when you hurt someone?" Tony asked after taking a sip of wine.

"No." Evanson answered without even thinking about opening his mouth. "The feeling I feel when I kill someone is that I don't feel anything."

Evenson put down his glass and stood up, explaining, "It's not that I'm numb because I killed too many people, but I didn't feel anything at all from the beginning. I don't even remember the first time I killed someone, and I don't remember the first one either." I forgot what the guy I hurt looked like, whether he was a boy or a girl, as if I had never cared about such a thing."

"Really" Tony couldn't believe it, because no matter who he was, the first murder experience was quite profound.Just like himself, he was eager to escape from the prison of the terrorists at that time, but he could still remember the face of the guy he killed first, even now.

"Of course it's true." Evanson nodded. He didn't lie on this matter. "I have made people turn to ashes in my hands in an instant, and I have also tried to torture people to death by my magic. , I once watched a person turn into a puddle of pus in front of me, but I didn’t. Well, this is a bit of a feeling." After saying this, Evanson paused and frowned, "This kind of death exudes. The smell is quite unpleasant, and it’s more troublesome to clean up the pool of pus, but as far as the process of killing him is concerned, I still don’t feel anything.”

"Is it congenital lack of emotion?" Tony asked, putting down his wine glass.There are indeed some perverted murderers who are not at all resistant to killing, and may even feel excited and happy.But according to what Evenson said, he didn't even feel this way. The thing like killing people didn't even have as much of a impact on him as how to clean up his farm water on the floor.

"No." Evanson's eyes looked at him and said, "From the moment I learned magic, a piece of my soul has been permanently missing. My soul is no longer complete, and this has caused me to neither go to heaven after death." Heaven, I’m going to hell, but to a scarier place.”

"Oh, that's really unfortunate." Really, Tony felt a little sympathetic to Evanson now.

"This is the price I paid for my power." Evanson slowly walked up to Tony, looked directly into his eyes and said, "Each of us paid the price for our power, me, Natasha, Hawkeye, Captain America, we They all paid a price for their strength, and you, what price did you pay?"

"In fact, neither did Thor. He was born a god." Looking at the approaching Evanson, Tony quibbled and took two steps back unconsciously. To be honest, he did feel a lot of pressure.

"Thor's father and grandfather have already paid the price for him." Thor's ability to be born as a god is due to the hard work of his ancestors, who created the Asgard world and have worked hard for him. pass.It's really enviable.

"But Tony, you paid next to nothing."

When Tony heard this, he unconsciously lowered his head and looked at his chest. Isn't it a price to have an electromagnet on my chest?

But Evanson didn't think so. "Don't look there. The device on your chest doesn't give you the knowledge you need to create steel armor." Evanson reached out and patted Tony's head. Well, this is really convenient, a little bit. You can do it just by raising your hand. "It has been in your brain for a long time. The device on your chest and the injury you suffered are just to stimulate you in advance to apply this idea to reality. In addition, you have also made other efforts." What’s the price?”

"Okay, I didn't pay the price." Tony turned around and walked out a long way away, feeling like he was broken. "Doesn't that just explain my current state? You paid the price to gain power, and those powers are in your body. But I am just an ordinary person hiding inside the iron sheet."

"Your idea is right." Evanson walked up to a pair of steel suits and looked at them carefully and said, "But it's still a little short of the mark."

Dongdong. Evanson raised his hand and knocked on the helmet of the steel suit. He turned to Tony and asked, "Why are you hiding in the iron sheet?"