If "divine punishment" can be inflicted on a global scale in the future, then what is the difference between him and the gods?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but lose his mind.

Can you really be that strong in the future?

Ancient One, is his strength so strong?

And then

He couldn't control the divine ball of light, and all the energy slanted down, turning into a pillar of light, all of which was stuffed into the only target in the range, Tiwan.

The thick wisp of his fingers was still cool, and he almost lost his voice, can he stand this basketball-sized one?

"Ah~"

He screamed on the spot, and fell to the ground with an intoxicated face, obviously conscious, but his body just didn't obey the call.

Just as oxygen is indispensable for living organisms, excessive oxygen intake can also cause oxygen poisoning.

Tiwan's body was "too full of vitality", which led to a feeling of "drunkenness" and went on strike......

What's even more terrifying is that

Because his body is too full of vitality, he is in a "state of extreme euphoria", which is roughly the same as ...... GC is similar.

Is persistent GC cool?

Refreshing!

It's cool!

Very cool!

The thief is so cool!

He lay on the floor and chirped for a long time, but he couldn't get up.

It was the cell phone in his arms that rang first.

Tiwan took out his phone with telekinesis and looked at it in front of him, it was Fury's - fortunately, telekinesis was controlled by the consciousness level and did not fail.

Answering the phone, Fury's words followed.

"The subordinate said that you couldn't get up on the ground after being struck by your own magic? Need me to call you an ambulance? ”

Hearing this, Tiwan couldn't help but shake his body, and struggled to sit up from the floor - two lives, in his impression of the Ambulance of the United States, it was called a noble......

After sitting up, he reacted, he is also a billionaire now, afraid of this expense?

And

Fury was clearly joking with him.

"Ah~cough-cough!" Tiwan's tone was not quite right as soon as he spoke, so he hurriedly adjusted: "No~ This magic is a healing type ~ It won't cause harm~"

“...... Your tone doesn't seem quite right, is it really okay? ”

"It's okay, it's okay...... That's not right! Tiwan reacted suddenly: "Are you just monitoring me over there?" I want to look at it openly, why do you work so hard? ”

“...... Do you know how long you've been lying on the ground? ”

"How long?"

"Seven minutes. They all thought you were dead and reported it to me. ”

“...... So long? ”

Tivan didn't realize that much time had passed, after all, his body had been in a GC state......

It took Fury seven minutes to call, and it was already too late.

"Ahem...... Well, my bad. Tivan snorted silently with some embarrassment: "As compensation, it just so happens that I have newly learned a healing magic, and I will treat the wounded for you S.H.I.E.L.D." ”

"Oh?" Fury was a little interested: "To what extent can it be cured?" ”

"Hmm...... I don't dare to say anything else, anyway, it's cool. ”

“......”

Why doesn't it sound like a serious treatment, hey!

···

New York, Manhattan, World Trade Center, Osborne Tower, Top Floor.

Norman Osborne, the largest shareholder of Osborne Biotechnology, sat in the chairman's position, staring at the test report in his hand.

If you look closely, you will see that Norman's hand trembles slightly.

It was not a manifestation of his inner excitement, but a family genetic disease of the Osborne family, which cursed all the members of the Osborne family to live no longer than thirty years old.

More than that,

Norman, who is now only twenty-four years old, already has the face of a "successful person", and some people will believe him when he says that he is forty years old.

This curse is seriously draining his life.

For many years,

The Osborne family has spent countless efforts and fortunes in search of a cure for this genetic disease, thus creating "Osborne Biotechnology".

But all the ancestors died before the age of thirty, and none of them were spared - if it weren't for the "precocious" males in their family, I am afraid that the bloodline would have been cut off long ago.

Norman, then sixteen, took over the company from his twenty-nine-year-old father and has been feeling fear in the countdown to death for eight years.

It almost drove him crazy.

And now,

The report in his hand told him that the "magician" mentioned in the information intercepted by the military had bought the medicine from him that had the magical effect of "replenishing vitality"!

Physical strength, stamina, endurance, explosiveness, self-healing, and even cell vitality, the potions of this "Life Potion" and "Reusable Potion" can all be replenished!

Isn't this a replenishment of vitality or what?

What's even more bizarre is that this potion has no side effects at all!

Not at all!

(Tiwan: That's because you don't have enough dose!) Eat me with big! ）

This gave Norman a glimmer of hope that the potion would cure his family's genetic disease.

He put down the test report and looked up at the finger-sized glass bottle on the table, a little hesitant.

It's not that I'm afraid that there is a problem with this elixir, it has been tested without any side effects, and ordinary people can strengthen their bodies after drinking it, which can be called a panacea.

What was he afraid of...... What if it doesn't work?

Over the years, the company has given him a lot of hope, but the reality has slapped him hard every time, hoping that the despair after that will make people crazy.

Long

Norman, who was still hesitating, suddenly became short of breath, and his body trembled like a chaff sieve (kāng, shāi).

That damn curse is here again!

Feeling the tide of pain lapping against him, Norman grabbed the "Potion of Life" like the last straw in the water, and tried to pull the cork, but his violently trembling hand did not have any dexterity to speak of, and failed several times.

He could only bite the cork with his teeth, and without spitting it out, he poured all the scarlet liquid into his mouth along with the cork.

He only felt a warm temperature hit his body, lifting him out of the endless tide, and his violently trembling body slowly stabilized.

Effective?

It really works?!

Norman was ecstatic to get up from the floor, opened the drawer and pulled out a palm-sized instrument, pressing his thumb to a groove in the top.

This is a specially designed detection device for his genetic disease.

Soon,

A string of data appeared on the screen, indicating that his genetic disease was not improving, but ...... Nor serious!

That damn curse, stop!

Although this is a little disappointing for Norman, it is already manna from heaven - you know, the ancestors can't even delay! One by one, they can only die at the age of thirty.

As long as this "Life Potion" is enough, he can at least continue to live...... Until old age and death?

Dead of old age?

What an unattainable word.

Norman burst out laughing, as heartily as his age.

He's been suppressed for too long, too long!

For so long that he almost forgot hope, fell into the quagmire of despair and could not extricate himself, perhaps soon following in the footsteps of his ancestors and driven crazy by illness.

But now,

In a desperate situation, he seized that glimmer of light, and he was bound to win!

The magician who produced the Potion of Life...... And will it cure his genetic disease?

He had to meet the magician himself!

As for what he can pay......

As long as he could get rid of this damn curse, Norman could give up everything for it.

All!