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In an open space, a group of people with different expressions had been sitting quietly.

They were wearing special training suits made by SHIELD, with upright postures,

and their eyes were filled with determination, curiosity, or expectation.

When Geralt and Nick Fury appeared in everyone's sight,

the originally quiet atmosphere was instantly broken.

These people were well-trained, and they stood up quickly and neatly,

and saluted in a standard manner, expressing respect and obedience to their superiors.

Nick Fury nodded slightly,

and they sat down again in an orderly manner as if they had received a silent order,

the whole process was quiet and efficient, demonstrating the strict discipline and style of SHIELD.

"This is Professor Geralt, our SHIELD's mystic consultant."

Nick Fury took a step forward so that everyone present could hear his introduction clearly.

"He is responsible for teaching you some knowledge of occult science. Before I came here, I have already told you why you are learning these things. You will be responsible for handling some supernatural events in the future."

Geralt stood aside, his eyes slowly sweeping over the crowd.

Among the unfamiliar faces, he soon found several familiar figures.

In addition to Coulson, there was also the Hawkeye, who was famous for his accurate archery, Clint Barton.

Clint sat there, his posture was as agile as a cheetah,

Even when he was resting, he still exuded a unique alertness and coldness.

The moment his eyes met Geralt's, he nodded slightly, as if to say hello,

There seemed to be a hint of curiosity and expectation about the upcoming occult course hidden in his eyes.

When Nick Fury's figure gradually faded away, Geralt cleared his throat gently and began his talk about occult science.

"What is occult science? The so-called occult science is some knowledge areas beyond common sense."

Geralt raised his head slightly.

"Perhaps some of you have heard of some strange and bizarre things, which are often beyond the scope of modern scientific explanation. These events usually end in bloody tragedies, leaving people with only endless fear and pain."

"As members of the SHIELD's supernatural response team, our mission is to uncover the mystery behind these events, explain the reasons, and properly handle these things to protect the peace and tranquility of this world."

After Geralt finished speaking, he paused for a moment.

His eyes slowly swept across the faces of the people in the audience.

I saw these elites from SHIELD, each sitting upright, with a focused and serious expression.

Although some of them revealed a hint of doubt in their eyes,

They did not make any trouble or ask questions casually, but listened to Geralt's explanation attentively.

This made Geralt nod secretly in his heart, and he admired the quality of these people.

He knew that it was inevitable to have doubts when facing a subject full of unknowns and challenges like occultism, but it was precious to be able to control his emotions and maintain respect and concentration. Geralt slightly adjusted his posture, stepped firmly on the ground with both feet, and continued to talk about occultism in depth with an upright and confident posture. "Today, I want to focus on telling you about one of the most dangerous phenomena - 'curse'."

"Curse is not the common concept of bad words or simple malicious expressions. It is an evil force that comes from the dark abyss. In this world, there are many kinds of curses, and they are all kinds of strange forms, just like countless demons hidden in the dark of human society, lurking silently, and most of them are fatal."

Geralt's eyes became solemn,

"These curses will not kill you directly."

"They are better at torturing victims with all kinds of horrifying means. They will sneak into the depths of your consciousness, sow the seeds of fear, and let the fear grow wildly in your heart like vines until it completely devours your sanity."

"And when you reach the limit of mental breakdown, they will kill you in the most cruel and bloody way and harvest your soul."

As he spoke, he walked slowly.

"There are many ways to curse, such as infectious curses, trigger curses, and summoning curses..."

The audience stared at Geralt without blinking, and everyone listened very carefully.

The air was filled with a solemn and focused atmosphere.

Only Geralt's voice echoed in the empty venue, telling about those little-known mystics.As the course slowly came to an end, everyone was immersed in the mysterious world full of fantasy and horror.

For a moment, the whole space was filled with a solemn and quiet atmosphere.

"Is there anything you don't understand? You can ask questions now."

Geralt looked at the people in the audience calmly.

His voice broke the silence, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Barton, the elite of SHIELD known for his calmness and courage,

Almost as soon as Geralt finished speaking, he took the lead in raising the question in his heart:

"Professor, you have said so much, but we have not seen any curse. Is there any way for us to see it? It's not that I don't believe you, but we all want to broaden our horizons."

His expression was serious and earnest.

"Is that so? That's right, if you don't have the courage to face the dark power, there will be problems when you perform tasks in the future."

Geralt nodded slightly, he stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers gently supported his chin.

After a moment, he seemed to have made some kind of decision and agreed with Barton's proposal.

"Then let you feel it for a while. Don't worry, I will hold back."

Jerok's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a seemingly harmless but strange smile.

Barton and other people in the audience looked at each other, and doubts surged in their hearts.

How exactly does the professor intend to let them feel it?

"If there is anything particularly happy in your life, start recalling it now. Be firm in your beliefs and never compromise. Then..."

Geralt's voice was low and solemn.

Then, Geralt stepped forward with one foot and said

"Fear!"

A circle of purple-black light spread rapidly from his feet like a surging tide, and the light instantly spread throughout the room.

After hearing Geralt's words, Barton had no time to react more,

A bone-chilling chill instantly spread throughout his body like lightning.

His body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if being touched by countless cold hands at the same time.

In front of him, Geralt's figure, set against the purple-black light, was as tall and terrifying as a demon god.

The powerful aura was like a substance, covering everyone present.

The whole room seemed to have fallen into an ice purgatory.