"This isn't really you!"
"Hey, don't joke with me!"
"I have already paid!"
Across New York, countless people took to the streets, waving their cell phones around, trying to find a signal.
Just now, they were horrified to find that their bodies were changing rapidly. Their toned chest and abdominal muscles disappeared, their hair began to thin, their pants began to become tight, their clothes became dry, their skin turned yellow, and their pores became coarse...
Everything returned to the way it was at the beginning, as if a beautiful dream had ended.
They thought this was the result of the mobile phone application freezing or malfunctioning, so they used the most primitive method to find the signal.
They dared not imagine that it had been shut down permanently - during the days when they were transformed by the desperate virus, they had done a lot of self-indulgent things, those things were usually hidden in their subconscious, but they dared not expose them in front of others.
The desperate virus helped them become more confident or bold. If we tell them now that all this is performance art, it would be tantamount to social death.
The deeper consideration is that they are unwilling to accept their imperfect and flawed selves in the past. When they fall in love with the way they look after being transformed by the desperate virus, they also hate their former selves.
Anyway, no matter what, in their minds, this failure can only be an accident and cannot be caused by any other reason.
Above this group of people, on the top floor of Stark Tower.
Lynn held the Rubik's Cube in one hand and looked down at the entire New York. From his perspective, he could just see the panic-stricken crowd.
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I have saved eight million people. I am truly a good man."
He had noticed that some people, unable to accept reality because the gap was too big, rushed into traffic and tried to do stupid things.
As he expected, simply shutting down the server of the Extremis virus was not enough, as the virus had already caused psychological trauma to the citizens.
“Let’s get started!”
A gust of wind blew, lifting up Lin En's windbreaker, and then the corners of the coat fluttered back and forth in the wind on the top floor, rustling as if cheering him on.
Lin En also became excited.
He had never tried magic on such a large scale before, and the feeling of controlling the fate of thousands of people with just a wave of his hand was indeed a little unsettling.
“Smoke…filled!”
Fog, thick fog appeared from the void in an instant, it surged and rushed rapidly, occupied every corner of the city, swept all the streets and alleys, and surged back and forth in the narrow lower space, like a torrent, spreading upwards and finally swallowed up the tall buildings.
Lynn stood on the roof of Stark Tower, watching the fog rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually obliterating even his own vision.
You know, the place where he is standing now is the highest place in New York.
In this situation, he suddenly remembered two things.
First, after being reminded by Clara, he once tried to stare into the crystal ball to predict the future, but at that time it was blank and he saw nothing.
Secondly, he still remembered that when he went to see Doctor Strange with Spider-Man, the other party finally said, "You can figure out the fog yourself."
I think these two are not coincidences, but they both point to the present moment.
“I see…” Lin En’s confidence increased, “Then, let’s serve the main course… Once… Forget… Everything… Is… Empty!”
He gripped the wand tightly, and chanted slowly and with great strength according to the shaking pattern and pronunciation tricks of the Forgetfulness Charm, while drawing complex trajectories in the air.
This is the trick to combining spells, the safest way to integrate one spell into the others.
Visible to the naked eye, the tip of the wand flashed an extremely dazzling silver light. It was so bright that it instantly lit up the roof of Stark Building, sparkling in the fog, and penetrated the vast curtain like a beacon.
Soon, tiny streams of bright silver light began to float. They were the carriers of memory spells, seeping into the mist bit by bit.
The white mist was soon dyed into bright silver by the flowing light. They began to flicker unsteadily. After colliding with each other, they formed silver threads, which began to flow around along the mist.
This is the sign that the combination spell has taken shape.
And eventually, they will be breathed into the bodies of every New York Muggle, erasing all recent memories of the Extremis virus.
"call-"
Lin En let out a breath. He had been extremely careful when reciting the spell just now, fearing that a mistake would cause the spell to have additional functions that it shouldn't have.
Why was he so worried? Because in a certain time and space, a famous wizard who was conscientious, meticulous, and self-satisfied once made such a low-level mistake.
Fortunately, according to the experience in the wizarding world, the Oblivion Charm has no side effects on Muggles and is often used to deal with magical sightings, so Lynn's worries are limited.
When the time comes, just leave it to time.
…
"Buzz—" A strong wind whistled and rushed over from the sea.
It plunged into the thick fog of New York and squeezed the fog out of the territory with its tremendous force.
Thus, New York emerged from the silence that lasted for ten minutes.
Lynn strolled through the streets, carefully observing the changes in the citizens around him.
“Damn it, why are there so many people outside today?”
"Good afternoon, Sanders. You look good."
"Damn it! Don't you have eyes? You almost killed me! Call your insurance company!"
…
It seems that the concept of the desperate virus has disappeared from the citizens' memory, and they have returned to their previous hurried, tense and breathless pace of life.
On the same side, magical changes are also happening.
On the huge news screen hanging outside the mall, the words and videos about the desperate virus were slowly being erased, as if fading away on their own and disappearing from the world.
This is the magic and mystery of magic. It follows the primacy of consciousness. When something is forgotten, its existence loses its support, and the traces it once left will disappear.
"Welcome back, bad New York."
Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, he only had one goal left, which was to find Stark and give him the corrective potion.
"JARVIS, tell me where Mr. Stark is."
Lynn held the Rubik's Cube in his hand and cast the Confusion Spell on Jarvis again, causing the orange-yellow light to drown out the holographic image.
Then he heard the stumbling sound of Jarvis.
“Sorry, you don’t have the right… I’m glad to serve you… Mr. Stark, the other party… Mr. Linn, the other party… Coordinates: 3057… The other party is looking for your location… Please move quickly… Please track immediately… Error… Error… Error…”
Jarvis seemed disheveled.