I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

"Your friend?"

After entering the house, the uncle in the corner asked.

His eyes locked on Dax who was sitting there.

He could see that this man had a unique temperament and some smell from a madman.

To John, a good friend whose name he did not know, the uncle reminded him, "He seems to need a doctor."

"I think so too." John smiled at his uncle and went straight to sit across from Dax.

Dax is a young man, wearing a suit and a white shirt, with stubble on his face and red bloodshot eyes. He looks like he has been insomnia for some time.

He watched John sit down, thoughts of his own failure running through his mind.

He is a man who has been gifted since childhood.

He has excellent pitching talent and is always able to throw objects exactly where he wants them to go.

As a child, he was appreciated by his coach and joined the baseball team.

No one could hit the ball he threw.

But the coach never thought that the child he regarded as his future savior would be a human devil.

Dax is a psychopath with destructive tendencies.

The monster that had existed since childhood turned into negative emotions and drove him time and time again.

In one game, the coach replaced him to give more players opportunities.

This aroused Dax's anger, and he used his best pitching skill, a baseball, to kill the coach.

He received treatment afterwards, but the therapist did not give up on this terrible patient.

Re-create empathy for him and allow him to start to feel normal.

Everything is going well.

Until that day, the therapist who was seriously ill opened a bottle of wine for him and told him that he was going to die.

At that moment, Dax was sad.

But he hated the therapist's betrayal even more, abandoning himself and running towards death.

The therapist treats him as a child, enlightens him, and lets him take medicine and become a normal person.

"Death always wins, Dax."

The therapist was not angry because of his murderous intention and enlightened the lost child.

"Find someone you can trust. Your inner compass isn't broken, Dax."

“It’s more effective when you have a North Star to guide you.”

The therapist ended up guiding the child.

at the last moment of life.

At the same time, it also made Dax feel that there was no love that his parents felt.

He cried that day and began to follow his therapist's words and find his own North Star.

His heart desires evil and destruction.

In his last job, he found North Star.

It was a girl named Julie. She was as warm as the sun, driving away the chill of the morning.

But such days will not last long after all.

He didn't have the courage to strike up a conversation, but he followed the girl named Julie like a pervert.

This dark dependence is like maggots in the gutter, clinging to the body of death.

He thought he would continue like this.

The man appeared and took the ring lightly in front of him.

It was defeat, a sickening feeling that made your stomach swell and burst.

He is going to kill!

Those were the words that kept screaming in my head.

His dark side and reason intertwine, fighting for the right to use this body.

When they met for the second time, all he could think about was how to kill the person he wanted to protect.

It was at this time that John prodded him again.

The ring the last time, the gold coin the second time.

His self-esteem and achievements were trampled on.

People who have nothing left, who have lost family members and therapists.

He would not allow the talent that had always been with him to be humiliated.

So he asked John out.

In the pocket, there is a pin.

Dax can use his talent of humiliation to use the pin to end the other person's life.

There are picked up nails in the right pocket.

That's awesome. From the eyeball to the brain, a nail without trace kills the opponent.

And, and more!

gun.

Weapons carried by FBI agents.

As long as you pull the trigger lightly, you can kill the person opposite you like crushing ants.

awesome.

Just imagining it made Dax's face covered with excitement.

Forks, cups, plates on the table.

Toothpicks, the book in the black uncle’s hand, the stones on the roadside.

The prostitute's key, the boss's ring.

As long as it can be thrown, it is a murder weapon!

Dax wants to kill the guy across from him.

think!I miss it so much!

Madness took hold of his mind and he dug his fingers into his palms.

Pain stimulates the brain and stimulates bloodlust.

Come on, let me kill you.

Regardless.

Don't think about anything.

come on!

His hands had moved to his pockets.

Pin, then you can reflect your outstanding talent.

Just like hitting the coach with a baseball.

What a wonderful feeling.

Finger touches pin.

Dax smiled at John.

He grabbed the pin.

Prepare……

"Want to play a game?"

The voice interrupted the crazy thoughts, and Dax's smile froze, "What?"

John put his hand on the table and slowly pushed out a gold coin.

Golden, so dazzling.

John shrugged nonchalantly, "This isn't your first time, is it?"

Seeing the gold coins, Dax's sense of humiliation and unwillingness surged out.

He wanted to kill John, but his hand slowly came away from the pin.

"Play again." He said this, also to himself.

A smile appeared on John's lips, and he picked up the gold coin between his two fingers.

"We need to add some chips this time." The gold coin rotated between his fingers. "How about destroying a box of tapes if you lose a round?"

"How did you..." Dax looked up suddenly.

Before his death, his therapist left him many tapes to treat him before he went off track.

That was what he valued most, as important as the North Star.

"And I lost," John's smile became more and more evil, "You can put your right hand in your pocket, take out the pin, and throw it at me."

"You're good at this, aren't you?"

John seemed to see through everything. Under Legilimency, he could clearly feel the malice.

Dax's face was reflected in his eyes, completely exposed.

"You need to learn to trade for equals, Agent Dax."

The gold coins stopped spinning, and John flicked his finger.

The gold flashed under the light and flew up slowly.

"Exchange what is in your hand for what is in my hand."

The sound fell.

Crossed hands making fists.

Dax had a look of madness in his eyes, and John had a look of calm in his eyes.

Slowly opening his palm, the whites of Dax's eyes turned red, and there was nothing in his hand.

And John slowly opened his palm, and the gold coin lay there quietly.

"Do you want to continue?" John asked.

"continue!"

Dax seemed to be going crazy at the moment.

The gold coin was tossed again.

He tried again and failed.

Throw it again, fail again.

In this restaurant, he had forgotten everything.

The madness in his heart became more turbulent, but time and time again, he had no chance to pull out the pin.

Fail, fail, fail.

The gold coin would never stay in his hand.

"Do it again!" He growled like a wild animal.

John didn't throw it out, but looked at him calmly, "Do you still have a chance?"

"Dax."

His words jolted Dax awake.

He stared blankly at his right hand, which he had lost countless times.

A failure destroys a tape.

He has run out of medicine.

Panting heavily, he looked ferocious, covered his head with his hands, and his body trembled.

John spoke again cruelly, "What do you have to lose, Dax?"

Dax was stuck in the quagmire. He struggled and watched the person in front of him burn his life-saving rope.

No, no more.

Dax gasped for air, sweat sliding down his face.

His face was pale, as if he couldn't keep up with his breathing.

"He needs to go to the hospital."

Jack, the boss, was afraid that this man would die in his store.

John raised his hand to signal Jack to be quiet.

"He'll be fine, he just needs guidance."

John saw that his uncle had stood up.

As long as Dax makes any move, the uncle will bring down the FBI agent within seven seconds.

And Dax is trapped in his own nightmare.

The craziest people are the ones who have nothing.

Thoughts of killing were ravaging his body.

The repeated failures left him without any strength.

He is destroying himself.

He needs redemption.

He needed Julie.

"Julie won't come." John could see through his heart and said calmly, "You know, you should have known that when you followed her like a pervert."

"She is not your North Star and does not belong to you."

"No!" Dax said crazily, "She is mine, she is so kind-hearted!"

"That's a mercy for you, Dax."

John tossed the gold coin up again, and Dax stretched out his hand with difficulty.

"How about we just bet on the North Star?"

He is a demon who destroys everything good that Dax's therapist has built for him.

Gamble or not?

Dax reached out his hand and tried to touch it.

The gold fell.

It's close to the palm of my hand.

Gotta catch it!

Dax's face turned red like a magic trick.

Everything slowed down before his eyes.

Each finger is as heavy as lifting a mountain.

Together, you will win!

Dax screamed inwardly.

Almost successful.

His fingers were closing.

Complete the bet and kill the man!

He smiled as if he saw everything.

In the closing gap, he saw a hand approaching.

"No!"

He's crazy.

The brain trembles.

I wanted to close my fingers, but my body was too heavy.

He could only watch helplessly as two fingers passed through the gap that he was about to close.

Take that gold coin away from your palm.

The devil's voice sounded again.

"Right now, you don't have a North Star."

The gold coin touched the table gently, and Dax's blood faded.

He couldn't breathe and his heart was in angina.

He lost again.

At some point, he had fallen into a situation where he could only abide by the bet.

In this gamble, he loses everything.

His eyes gradually lost their luster, and his body slumped against the back of the chair.

At this moment, the only person he can kill is himself.

All lights dim.

Dax remembered that he also had a gun.

He didn't want to kill John anymore, he wanted to end his own life.

People who have lost everything live in the world and cannot show their true colors to others.

too painful.

He thought, reaching for his lower back.

The black uncle's eyes became sharp and he started to walk over.

Fingers touched the pistol.

He was going to take his own life.

He was about to take action, and felt a chill on his forehead.

A golden light pierced his dark world.

His eyes widened.

The gold coin that cost him everything was stuck on his forehead at the moment.

One finger held it up to keep it from falling.

"Since you have lost the North Star, let's find a more dazzling one." John's voice sounded, "How about the sun?"

There was more color in his pupils, and he stared blankly at John letting go of his hand.

The gold coin slipped from his forehead and fell into his chest pocket.

"Why?" Dax asked confused.

This man clearly knows what he wants to do.

"It's just a game, there has to be a big boss." John chuckled, "Just think of me as that big boss."

Dax didn't know that the person he was facing was the Witch King of the magical world.

And in his body, there is blood flowing from a wizard that is unknown to everyone.

He is a squib.

...

"A Squib Obscurus?" John pondered in his mind. "The Obscurus who cannot obtain magic power turns into the darkness in his heart. Even if he struggles, he cannot find the light."

Dax is special. He should be of wizard blood, but he is a squib.

And Obscurus grows on people who don't know magic.

That's cruelty.

It is also cruel to Obscurus.

In a cage without magic, evil can only breed crazily.

Those thoughts of Dax were bred from the negative thoughts of Obscurus.

It became an extremely painful disease, but it also brought some unexpected benefits to Dax.

That unique throwing talent, and unusual physical attributes.

John destroyed everything in Dax, but as the king of wizards, even Squib should bask in his own glory.

...

Dax took the gold coin out of his pocket.

"sun……"

It’s not just the North Star that can guide the way.

And the sun.

Silently holding the gold coin tightly, the pattern of the gold coin was imprinted on his palm.

The black uncle saw that all the dust had settled, but he did not take action after all.

His friend, destroying the crumbling house and injecting new faith and foundation into it.

Cruel yet kind.

He looked deeply at Dax, greeted his boss and left.

Dax didn't notice his departure.

There are too few opportunities in this world to be ourselves.

If he were to follow that person, he might be able to make Dax see something different.

Dax sat in the store until it was almost closing.

He got up and left the store.

Go towards the bar where Julie works.

He was outside the bar, quietly looking at the woman who was gentle to everyone.

The calmness and throbbing I got from seeing him in the past were indifferent now.

He understood that he had lost the North Star.

Throwing away the rope of salvation, he needs to follow the figure of the sun to guide the direction.

...