After the end of this fantasy, Tony did not show any extreme performance. He just sat next to the table without saying anything for a long time, his expression was mute and his eyes were still a little straight. The glass of whiskey he poured him was kept by his hand, but he never drank it a bit, and all the ice cubes inside melted.

Seeing Tony like this, Evanson was also a little confused. Could it be that he had used the fear technique just now and was so scared that he was silly? So he asked, "How do you feel, Tony?"

"Ah?" Tony seemed to wake up suddenly, and after a while, he asked, "What did you say?"

"I'm asking you how you feel." Evanson rolled his eyes and repeated the question just now.

"It feels..." Tony then remembered to pick up the glass of wine at hand and took a sip, loosened his shoulders and savored the environment just now. "It was quite terrible, but now I still feel it..."

Tony turned his head and looked at Evanson, saying very seriously, "I still think Aunt Paige is more terrifying."

"You'll hurt your heart, Tony." Evanson said with a wicked smile. "I will definitely convey your thoughts to Ms. Carter."

"Don't." Tony seemed to be knocked, and immediately put it down and was waved repeatedly. "However, through this illusion, I recognized myself. Yes, the matter has passed, but how can I explain to myself? I rushed into the wormhole with a nuclear bomb. For me, can this kind of thing really be considered as if it was over?"

"The New York War has completely changed me." Tony said in a deep voice at the end.

"You are still scared, right?" Evanson said incisively. "What happened in the illusion just now is what you are afraid of, right?"

There is no way to fabricate fear out of thin air, not to mention that everyone's fear is different, and its occurrence must be based on reality. Although the environment just now was deliberately guided by Evanson, it may not be the thing Tony feared the most. He was really afraid that he could not escape successfully at that time and was swallowed by the nuclear explosion.

"How could I not be afraid, man?!" After being stimulated one after another, Tony seemed to no longer want to hide anything. "I am not Thor, not God! I am not like you, you are magical! You don't have to do anything, just wave your hand to turn the enemy into ashes!"

"Is I magic? Hum..." Evanson laughed dryly, then asked with a stunned expression, "Do you know how many people I have killed, Tony?"

"Hmph haha..." Tony burst out laughing when he heard this question, "Do I kill fewer people?!" Tony pointed to the screen on one side, and a lot of avatars appeared on it. "Everyone I killed has files here, do you want to call it out to check it out? I bet..." Tony poured a glass of whiskey, walked to Evanson, stuffed the wine into his hand and said, "I killed more than you."

"Then how did you feel when you kill these people?" Evanson took the wine glass and took a sip, then put it aside. "Does it feel good to kill people?"

Tony gave Evanson a blank look. He was not a perverted murderer, nor the numb soldiers who had already killed people. Even if he had no feeling of adrenaline secretion at that time, when he thought about it afterwards, it would definitely not be a pleasant memory.

"Then you? How do you feel when you hurt someone?" Tony asked with a sip of wine.

"No." Evanson answered without thinking, "I felt like I was killing someone, I didn't feel it."

Evanson put down the glass and stood up, explaining, "It's not because I was numb because I was killed too much, but I didn't feel anything from the beginning. I don't even remember when I first killed someone, nor do I remember what the first guy I was hurt by. I forgot whether it was a man or a woman, just like... I never cared about this kind of thing."

"Really?" Tony was a little disbelief, because no matter who it was, the first murder experience was quite profound. Just like himself, he was eager to escape from the imprisonment of terrorists at that time, but the face of the guy who was the first to kill him was still clearly remembered even now.

"Of course it's true." Evanson nodded. He did not lie about this matter. "I have made people turn into ashes in my hands for a moment, and tried to make people to death by my magic. I also watched someone turn into a pool of pus in front of me, but I didn't... well... this is a bit of a feeling." Evanson paused and frowned. "The smell of this way of death is quite unpleasant, and it is also troublesome to pack up the pool of pus, but in terms of the process of killing him, I still... don't feel it."

"Is congenital emotional lack?" Tony asked, putting down his wine glass. It was indeed a perverted murderer, who was not at all resistant to murder, and he even felt excited and pleasure. But according to Evanson, he didn't even feel this way. For him, killing did not even have the impact of how he cleaned the agricultural water on the floor.

"No." Evanson said with a look at the eyes. "From the moment I learned magic, my soul has been permanently missing, and my soul is no longer complete, and this leads to my death, neither going to heaven, I will go to hell, but to go to more terrible places."

"Oh, this is really unfortunate." Really, Tony is a little sympathetic to Evanson now.

"That's the price of my gain of strength." Evanson slowly walked to Tony and looked him in the eyes and said, "Each of us paid the price for strength, I, Natasha, Hawkeye, Captain America, we all paid the price for strength, and you? What's the price?"

"Actually, Thor didn't. He was born a god." Looking at Evanson Tony approaching step by step, he unconsciously took two steps back while quibbling. To be honest, he did feel a lot of oppression.

"Thor's price, his father and grandfather have paid for him." Thor was born into a god because of the hard work of his ancestors, who created the Asgard God Realm, and has worked hard for him. It is really enviable.

"But Tony, you hardly paid any price."

When Tony heard this, he looked down at his chest unconsciously. Isn’t it cost to install an electromagnet on my chest?

But Evanson doesn't think so, "Don't look at it, the device on your chest is not given anything to you? The knowledge required to create steel armor..." Evanson reached out and patted Tony's head. Well, it's really convenient. A little raising of his hand can do it. "It's already in your brain. The device on your chest and the injury you suffered is just to stimulate you to apply this idea to reality in advance. Have you paid other costs?"

"Okay, I haven't paid the price!" Tony turned around and walked out for a long time, as if he was a little overwhelmed. "Don't that just mean my current state? You paid the price and gained strength. Those strengths are in your body, but me? And I! I'm just an ordinary person hiding in the iron sheet!"

"Your thinking is right." Evanson walked to a pair of steel suits and looked carefully and said, "But it's still a little bit."
Chapter completed!