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A beautiful woman walked towards him, her face filled with an expression of concern. She had snow-white hair, which was braided at the same time and tied in a ponytail. The blue dress that the woman wore shimmered like a little star at night. 

Why would Bruce say that?

Because the clothes sparkle like gem dust, they shine in the charm that hypnotizes his eyes.

A cloak that was too long was dragged behind her, and a pattern of small snowflakes was engraved on every inch of her cloak. Bruce was stunned by the luxurious dress the woman was wearing.

His appraisal eyes dropped from the face to the woman's chest, and he instantly lost the mood.

- Come on- he thought with disappointment.

"Are you okay?" the woman asked him while approaching hesitantly.

"Hmm? Well, I think I'm fine," he replied briefly.

Bruce didn't forget to use his best smile.

"Thank God," the woman was relieved by the answer, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

"Yes, thank God," Bruce replied unconsciously.

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other and judged for a few moments.

"Ahem, so you took care of me? Thank you very much, miss?"Bruce then started a conversation to ease the awkwardness.

Shortly before fainting, he said words of praise in the hope that the woman did not kill him. Thank God the bet worked. After all, most women would be happy if they were considered beautiful by others, even strangers.

"Hmm, you're welcome. I didn't help much anyway, all I did was shelter you," she said to Bruce humbly.

"No! Look at this hand, yesterday it was full of scars," Bruce argued, bringing his right hand to the woman.

Bullshit.

It was all thanks to his extremely resilient regeneration, such a small wound was nothing compared to his suicide attempts in the past.

"You have no idea how precious this help is to me, if there's anything I might be able to do for you, I'll do my best," Bruce said with sincere gratitude on his face.

"Umm, actually, I didn't help much, but okay. By the way, my name is Elsa." the woman seemed to want to say something, but she didn't after hesitating for a while.

Elsa reached out her right hand as she introduced herself. 

Bruce slowly welcomed the woman's hand, as their hands touched, he could feel the sensation of her skin.

Elsa's skin is very delicate and warm. The sensation was somewhat addictive to him, so he pretended to be innocent and didn't let go of his grip.

"Elsa? Nice name, like in a fairy tale. Well, Miss Elsa, you can call me Bruce."

"I thank you once again for saving me " Bruce again and again acted like a kind man.

"Umm, I told you it's okay. So, how did you fall from a height?"

"As far as I remember, there is no mountain higher than the north mountain in the area around here," she asked Bruce curiously.

Elsa completely forgot that her hand was still holding Bruce's palm, it wasn't that he objected to that. 

"Ahh? It's a bit embarrassing to say, but I fell from the sky after failing to defeat a big dragon," Bruce replied with a lie.

Lying is as easy as breathing for him, after all, why is he telling the truth? 

Only fools do that, and he is not one of those stupid transmigrations.

"Is that so?"

"Then, with what will you conquer the dragon, Mr. Knight?" Elsa laughed, amused to see his behavior.

Elsa guessed his profession as a knight, but not without suitable reasons. The armor he was wearing was enough to prove her guess. 

"Knight? Haha, you are wrong. I'm a mage." Bruce was stunned for a moment.

Then he burst out laughing while wiping away his fake tears, and he pointed at himself ridiculously. Why did he choose that stupid class, swinging a sword like an idiot?

In the Marvel Universe, that fucking idiot will be bombarded with nukes by Stark, exploding into dust along with that stupid weapon.

What are the advantages of using a sword? 

Perhaps only their dexterity and raw strength are superior when compared to other long-range classes, such as mages or archers. Swordsmen are suitable only for close combat. Moreover, if their sword mastery was still low, they would die being ganged up on by the enemy.

As for magicians? 

If they lose a battle, they can teleport away from the battlefield, rest, and bathe before returning to meet their enemy. Being a mage had greater benefits than swordsmen, the damage they inflicted had a wide area effect, not to mention their varied magic.

He therefore chose the magic class, and he thought it was the right choice.

Bruce never liked stubborn people who just wanted to use a sword instead of having the ability to throw fireballs.

"Wow? Can Mr. Mage show me the legendary fireball?" Elsa was shocked by Bruce's boundless lies and tried to ridicule him.

Mage is not a cheap profession like farming, which can be found everywhere and anytime. So far, Elsa hasn't even found someone capable of using magic, other than the trolls, of course. 

Therefore, to dismantle Bruce's disguise, she told him to use magic.

After failing, he will tell the related facts about why he fell from the sky.

- Let's see your struggle, mighty mage lord - Elsa thought to herself as she closed her eyes.

She did not forget to praise her genius. Elsa opened her eyes to look at Bruce's distressed face. But what she saw was the thing that made her eyes widen in surprise.

Bruce raised his right hand, his palm bent clockwise. A basketball-sized fireball lit brightly in his palm.

"Ahaa, do you believe me now, Miss Elsa?" Bruce asked with a small smile adorning his face.

- Holy shit! What the hell is this? It's so big - even Bruce was surprised at the size of the fireball.

The biggest record he managed when creating a fireball was the size of a baseball. Then look at the size of that goddamn fireball in comparison. A basketball-sized fireball lit up brightly with a burning hot temperature, and Bruce holding the ball was eager to throw it as far as possible.

The temperature of the fireball was too high, even for him.

Elsa saw Bruce, who could do magic speechless on the spot.

The plan she had originally devised to silence Bruce instead turned to attack and silence herself.

Is this what we call karma?

"Ahem, wow. It's the first time I've seen fire magic. It's incredible" Elsa stared at the fireball in amazement.

- He can use magic, like me- she thought at the sight of her palm.

- Maybe he can teach me?- she said with determination mixed with hope in her mind.

Her eyes shone with burning determination, the cold air swirling fiercely around Elsa with her as the center.

"Oi, oi, oi. Calm down... " Bruce removes his fireball when he sees Elsa losing control over her mana.

"Elsa! Look at me, take a deep breath, and throw it away. Follow me... " he told Elsa to calm down.

Give a little demonstration of breathing.

Elsa, who was aware that she was losing control again, felt a sense of panic envelope her. 

Fear of hurting others.

Fear spoils the happiness of others.

Fear of being abandoned by others.

When she was about to lose hope, Elsa heard someone calling her name. Her eyes glanced at the man she had helped, Bruce, demonstrating some kind of breathing technique.

Elsa didn't know what he was doing, maybe it was some kind of exercise for a novice mage?

She tried to breathe, as Bruce pointed out, but failed.

A sense of panic came back to her, and an incredible gloom entered her mind. Elsa thought that even a professional mage like Bruce would abandon her.

" Don't feel... don't look... don't feel..." Elsa held her head as she repeated the spell her father taught her as a child.