"Before learning magic, you must first understand the essence of magic."
Before officially teaching Shen Mu magic, Frigga began to tell him about the essence of magic in this World.
"In this World we live in, all magic energy has a Master. Whether it's using Black magic, White Magic, or other dimension magic, you need to borrow from the owners of these energies."
"The source of White Magic is the trinity Vishanti, and she is also the source of power for the Sorcerer Supreme lineage in Midgard."
"The source of Black magic, however, is Chthon, the ancient God of Black magic, chaotic and evil. Legend has it that he once left behind the 'Darkhold' written by his own hand in Midgard, and even many dimension demon gods have borrowed power from him."
"As for other dimension magic, it is controlled by the demon gods who dominate the dimension, such as Dormammu of the Dark Dimension and Mephisto of the Hell Dimension."
"Using magic comes at a price. The more power you borrow, the greater the backlash you will suffer in the end, especially with Black magic and certain dimension magic."
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Regarding the magic of the Marvel Universe, Shen Mu, as a half-Marvel fan in his previous life, naturally had some understanding.
If you want to talk about who played this borrowing game best, it would be Sorcerer Ancient One on Earth, whose boss was Vishanti.
However, to ensure she didn't die before the next Sorcerer Supreme grew up,
she borrowed Dark energy from Dormammu of the Dark Dimension to sustain her lifespan.
However, her method of borrowing was no different from outright robbery, as it was done without the permission of Dormammu, the dimension's controller.
In fact, when Dormammu, as the creditor, wanted to seek justice from her, he would get beaten by her.
She wasn't satisfied with just beating him herself; she would also have her student, Doctor Strange, continue the beating.
Who told them they both had a good boss! What could the aggrieved Dormammu do but swallow his pride?
Therefore, Shen Mu didn't pay too much attention to the cost of using magic that Frigga described.
After all, for him, magic was just a tool to overcome his own shortcomings!
He had no intention of making it his primary method, and besides, as long as he was strong enough, it was no big deal to hammer those so-called dimension demon gods.
In terms of combat power and growth potential, the ancient kryptonian bloodline was not weak at all.
Moreover, his greatest reliance was the system that could bring him endless surprises.
"But you don't need to worry. Asgard and Vanaheim, as part of the Nine Realms of the World Tree, use magic energy derived from the World Tree."
"And the World Tree has no self-awareness, so it will not have any impact on those who borrow energy, so you can rest assured."
It seemed Frigga saw that Shen Mu hadn't spoken, so she immediately smiled and comforted him.
Indeed, compared to some magic sources whose cost is lifespan, health, or soul, the World Tree can be considered an excellent boss!
Borrowing without returning is perfectly legitimate, and you don't need to have an extraordinary background.
However, the magic energy of the World Tree can only be used by creatures born in the Nine Realms.
Perhaps this is preferential treatment for its own people!
"Your Highness Frigga, I'm not worried; I'm just thinking about how to communicate with the World Tree's magic energy."
Although Shen Mu was also a Dragon born in Vanaheim, he didn't have even a tiny bit of so-called inherited memory in his mind.
"You don't need to worry about that. I have a small piece of the World Tree's branch here, left over from when Odin forged Gungnir."
"Although a piece of it was later used for the handle of mjolnir when it was forged, there was still a little left."
"You can communicate with the World Tree through this branch."
As she spoke, Frigga took it out; it was indeed a small piece.
It was only about half the length of her palm.
It was so small that Shen Mu felt that any toothpick he found would be several times larger.
So, looking at Frigga's open palm, Shen Mu felt awkward, not knowing whether to extend his claw or not.
Just as Shen Mu was feeling a bit awkward, Frigga also noticed Shen Mu's predicament.
"You see, I've said so much, and I've forgotten the most important question!"
"Regarding shrinking your size, let me think. Odin's Grandpa, King Bor, seemed to have created such a spell."
"However, I don't have much impression of that spell."
"But you don't need to worry. In Asgard's library, there are books treasured by successive God Kings for nearly ten thousand years, and some hidden magic can also be found there."
"This spell is recorded there; I can confirm that."
"Tomorrow, I will personally go to the library to bring back the magic book containing that spell. So, let's end tonight's study here!"
Frigga said, looking at Shen Mu.
"Thank you, Your Highness Frigga. I wonder if you could cast a few more spells on me like the one just now, preferably ones that could last all night."
"I want to test the limits of my body's endurance."
Shen Mu then made his request to Frigga.
"Are you sure you want me to do that?"
"That spell just now should have been enough for you to realize how weak your body's resistance to magic is, right?"
"If I cast a few more spells, I don't think you'll have a good night."
Frigga hesitated a bit when she heard Shen Mu's request.
She knew best the spells she used.
Although they weren't fatal spells, a series of debuffs cast on one's body would definitely not feel good.
"Your Highness Frigga, please!"
Shen Mu had already deeply felt the weakness he experienced just now!
The reason he wanted to try to withstand these spells with his body now was also to conduct an experiment.
That is, to face tomorrow's Sun while enduring this pile of debuff spells, and he wondered if his body could temporarily eliminate the effects of these spells under the Sun's radiation.
"Since you're so insistent, I have no reason to refuse!"
"I hope you have a pleasant night."
Frigga looked at Shen Mu and couldn't help but feel a little mischievous.
Well! It's hard to say that Loki becoming the God of Mischief has no relation to his mother and teacher.
After speaking, Frigga raised her hands and began to cast spells.
Each gesture represented a spell, and in this short time, more than thirty debuff spells were cast on Shen Mu.
And, looking at Frigga, she showed no sign of stopping; the spells continued to stack, finally stopping at fifty-five!
Casting so many spells in a row, Frigga also felt a bit exhausted, but her eyes looked somewhat excited.
At this moment, Shen Mu felt his body become incredibly heavy, and an endless sense of fatigue, like a tide, swept over him. Not only his body, but even his spirit became listless.
His originally bright scales all around him had dimmed.
However, this was also within his expectations, as it could be glimpsed from the very first weakening spell!
He lifted his feet with some difficulty, about to leave, when Frigga called out to Shen Mu:
"If you don't mind, you can rest outside my bedchamber tonight. When you can't bear it anymore, I can lift the spells for you at any time."
Frigga said, watching Shen Mu stumble along like an old Dragon in its twilight years.
"No need, Your Highness Frigga, good night."
Shen Mu did not stay; this was his own request, and he would endure it even if he had to kneel.