American Comics Start with Zha Kang's Apprentice

The writing setting is excellent, but there are some obvious problems: 1. Overly stressful events Events come one after another, and even another event is brought in before the last event is over; although the author sets it up that the protagonist hopes to regain his humanity through looking for excitement, but the arrangements are all unexpected events (for example, a random car stopped by the roadside is a murderer, and halfway through the fight, it suddenly turns out that it is not an ordinary murderer, and a big boss appears immediately after the fight to issue a mission) 2. Stream of consciousness The author worked very hard to describe the process of casting spells in words, and to be honest, the writing is not bad, but the stream of consciousness stuff looks very, very tired, and occasionally it is a bonus once or twice, and it seems very tiring to keep appearing; Generally, this kind of description would be more suitable in a place where you are learning spells, but this goes back to the issue of rhythm. The protagonist keeps encountering events and never sits down to learn magic 3. The plot serves the protagonist too much Every time I sacrifice my soul, I fail; I encounter an enemy unprepared every time; Every time I encounter an enemy, someone will break in; Spells are learned on the spot; The skills used in the previous game will be defeated by the next boss In short, it is still a matter of rhythm. I suggest that the time interval between events can be lengthened. Even if it is said in one sentence that the protagonist has rested for a few days, it is better than rushing in like this

It's so beautiful. Not only does the character image match the original work, but the atmosphere depicted through the text is also very close to those V agency works. Not to mention that I like the character of Morpheus very much, so I was very happy to finally see a fan fiction related to it. Come on, I will always support you.

When I saw Zha Kang click in, I thought you were awesome, Zha Kang was the number one star in the DC world, and everyone close to him was tricked to death. If you become his apprentice, your life will be comparable to that of Jehovah.

I remember that in the comics, Zha Kang posted a tutorial video about magic on YouTube. Everything in it was true, but the tuition would be expensive to learn 😏😏😏

After reading the current content, I feel that the author has indeed had an in-depth understanding of American comics and read the original works, rather than just superficially writing fan fiction based on film and television content. I have seen many people writing about DC, but most of them are science fiction superpowers. It is rare to write about mystery, and the performance of magic is also quite interesting. It's just that the magic heroes seem to like to mingle in their own small circle. Even if something happens, they often go their separate ways with the main couple. I don't know how the author will connect it.

It may be exciting, but it has no sense of substitution for me and makes it difficult to read

Why use a mentally ill protagonist who has no sense of empathy at all? Is it to dissuade readers?

To those who come after. This is a DC short story full of flavor. Full of rigorous original character design and self-consistent logic. The dialogue is like a comic script. But it happens to be a starting point novel. . Hellraiser itself is not a popular series. The domestic audience is even smaller. Too much respect for the characters and settings of the original drama makes it difficult for laypeople to understand. There is no special setting explanation for the various unpopular characters that appear. The dialogue is like a comic script, which means there are no comic scenes. Lack of scene and plot auxiliary description. Can't figure it out smoothly. The writing is too complicated and broken. The advancement of the world background story is also too confusing.

It is still possible to survive as an apprentice, but don't become friends. Friends of Zha Kang will die quickly

If you don't have a strong dc golden finger, you can't survive at all. There are all kinds of debts in magic, all the magic power is owned, and those with weak super powers can't survive. The universe restarts every three days, and all kinds of creation powers are in the face. It is difficult to find secrets by monitoring the timeline in various dimensions. After singing in the universe, monsters from outside the universe are very difficult to bear. No wonder my uncle Da has to run away with a bucket 😅

By the way, why do people nowadays like to set the protagonist to be either god-like with low emotional intelligence or without any emotions? It really doesn't look interesting at all. Pig's Foot is just a ruthless plot robot.

Constantine often has a magical ability that allows his teammates and enemies to work together to deal with him.

A bunch of Western elements An Eastern name a bit unacceptable

Put Zha Kang and Chen Yu here~ (Chen Yu's hairstyle is based on the young Feng Delun, because I seem to remember the author saying that the two are very similar) This book is so cold, it's so good-looking, damn it

I couldn't understand it at first, but I found it a bit novel and read it carefully. After watching Wild Hunt, I couldn't understand it at first. I felt a little confused and there were not many characters I knew. When I saw God Can't Understand in the middle of Wild Hunt, I felt a little angry not only because I didn't know many characters, but the protagonist often didn't appear.

Okay, I'll leave quickly. Every time I see this kind of novel, the author carefully introduces the protagonist with obvious mental defects. The protagonist in it is basically a psychopath, and this defect will be infinitely magnified by the author. Then as the psychosis amplifies, the protagonist will become stronger and stronger. Normal people can't read this kind of book. Say goodbye.

Sandman Lucifer, prototype David (I only kept one picture)

It looks good, and I feel like it has the potential to be a great DC writer (although DC is originally very niche)

It's a good series, maybe it would be better to change the name (✪▽✪)

Zha Kang is victorious in every battle and extremely resourceful, but he especially spends time with his relatives and friends.

Yes, Ron from Harry Potter

When I saw the title of the book, I immediately thought of Zha Kang. Wouldn't he trick you, the protagonist, into death? As we all know, Dc Kang is good at cheating his teammates.

Constantine's congratulations have been written intermittently for more than two years, and Zha Kang's Apprentice has been completed for almost a year... The plot is still settling around the 200th chapter of Wild Hunt. Chen Yukang's if line of repairing the universe, cb directed (confident) On this day Constantine suddenly woke up, and the dull pain in his brain stimulated his vision to gradually change from blurry to clear: familiar medieval interior decoration, there are no windows here, and time cannot be distinguished. After a moment, Constantine finally realized that he was in the mystery room and had just fallen asleep because he was too tired. Regarding the question of how long one has slept, the British have no concept or need to have a concept. There are still too many shit piles to be shoveled out in this broken universe, and the biggest piece of garbage produced by uncontrollability has turned himself into an inexplicable chaotic thing like him. Thinking of Constantine's original bad mood due to a headache, he felt even more irritated: Why was I being manipulated around by that brat? I should have done it from the beginning... There was a knock on the door, and before Constantine could react, the person outside calmly opened the door and walked into the room, and the white hair pierced his eyes. "John, you sleep too little, don't you take a break?" Chen Yu smiled at him, even though it was much more natural, it still annoyed Constantine. "I don't think this is a good time to sleep, Chen." Not caring about how the other party knew he was awake, he took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit one. He suddenly felt calmer: "I don't know who told me to be enterprising." Constantine spoke sarcastically subconsciously, while the white-haired young man just casually walked over and sat next to him. From this perspective, he could see the other person's dark left eye. Constantine stared for a moment and then looked away. Chen Yu ignored his actions and even seemed a little contented: "The most cold-blooded capitalists also know how to give others rest time, not to mention me." The young man also raised a finger and added, "We really should take a day off, considering that there are no variables in the universe." In order to better express his opinion, Chen Yu even told Constantine all the benefits. And Constantine's first reaction was ridiculous: "What are you talking about? Have you ever thought about the honeymoon period?" He stared at his cheap apprentice in disbelief, as if he was witnessing Lucifer suddenly turning into an infatuated species. After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin again and looked at him suspiciously, with a smirk on his lips: "You don't want to take your girlfriend out, so you asked me to accompany you?" Chen Yu looked at him in silence, and his calm expression made Constantine look helpless. In the end, the former just shrugged and said: "If you understand it this way... It's okay." As he said this, he stood up and stretched out his hand to his teacher as a silent invitation. "I don't dare to refuse His Royal Highness the little prince's invitation." Constantine held the cigarette in his mouth and held Chen Yu in his hand. The moment they were pulled up, they were standing on a beach. The sea breeze blew the hem of Constantine's windbreaker and kept flapping his trouser legs. "Is this your first stop... Bringing your girlfriend to blow the northwest wind?" He let go of his hand and squinted his eyes to look around: the tide rushed up to the beach and then receded, seagulls swirled in the sky, the sky seemed to be covered with pink marshmallows, and there was a clear horizon with the blue sea, it looked like a dream. "This place where birds don't poop can't be called a date place." Constantine puffed out smoke, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, took out another cigarette and lit it. "The lack of refutation does not mean that the truth is as you said. I didn't want to take others out for a stroll." Chen Yu smoothed his suit that was wrinkled by the wind and ignored Constantine's uncivilized behavior. "Come for a walk, John. I heard that the sound of the sea can soothe the soul." He seemed to be talking to himself and began to walk slowly along the coastline. Constantine followed him, and the two walked side by side, leaving shoe prints on the sand. You can only hear about it, since you don't have that thing at all. Constantine cursed and felt upset about this. Completely unexpected, now the world is almost just the two of them, with no trace of human activity left - a world of two in a literal sense. What a terrible joke. Look at this kid Chen again. His face is still paralyzed, no different from a clay sculpture. It's impossible to tell what's in his head! After a relaxing day, has he learned to joke? Constantine glanced at the side face with oriental characteristics, and for a moment he couldn't understand his sudden decision. It was Chen Yu who spoke first. "I can probably guess your rude thoughts now, but I really just want to relax for a day." His eyes looked like two small lakes with no ripples: "After all, there will always be a few special days for us to stop and celebrate." "According to your age, holidays are indeed special and important." Constantine exhaled smoke, "Then what special day is today? ? It's worth your condescension to come here with me and put the smell of salt in your mouth." Chen Yu didn't answer him, but smiled mysteriously, and his messy white half-length hair covered his eyes: "You will know, I want to keep this suspense for now." After he stopped, Constantine realized that they had walked to the door of a small shop, with colorful signboards scrawled on what he was selling. "Would you like some ice cream, John?" Chen Yu turned to ask him, and his relaxed tone made Constantine stunned for a moment, and he began to feel truly relaxed. The British man put his hands on the back of his golden head to support his head, lazily holding a cigarette stick in his mouth and vaguely told the other person that he wanted a strawberry flavored one. "I didn't expect this." He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Constantine waved his hands up and down impatiently: "You should think about how to become someone to make ice cream for you." The next second when an ice cream was handed over, he took a deep puff of cigarette. "I didn't expect how considerate you are." Holding it in your hand, the coolness penetrated your fingers through the crispy tube. Constantine bit into it tentatively, and the cold, sour and sweet taste vaguely reminded him of his vague childhood. Chen Yu leaned against the table in front of the store and slowly used a small spoon to scoop out the ice cream that had appeared at some point and put it into his mouth: "I guess you like this very much, although it would be more fun to eat it with Cheryl when she was a child." "Although it's not convincing, you'd better learn from me. How can we chat without being beaten?" Constantine narrowed his eyes: "You succeeded in making me feel uneasy." This was a casual comment. I didn't expect that Chen Yu would frown after hearing it. "Uh, sorry... John, I didn't mean that." He even looked a little annoyed. Constantine could only pat him heavily on the shoulder: "That's why I said you don't have enough sense of humor - hey! You have to learn to be more selfish!" But looking at his student holding his chin and thinking seriously, he didn't expect the other party to really understand. So he threw the last bite of the cone into his mouth, slapped away the residue on his hands, and his movements were comically exaggerated: "Now that the ice cream is finished, where is the next stop? The Great Magician?" In the blink of an eye, they arrived at a street in the United States. The desolate and deserted street was so empty that Constantine shivered in May. "You brought me here to relax?" He looked around suspiciously, "I'm starting to doubt the purpose of your trip." A newspaper rolled on Constantine's lap. When he picked it up, he saw the headline printed on it was "Gotham's newborn AIDS positive rate reaches 1/61", and the corners of the paper were blurred. "This world is really damned, huh?" The British man crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it behind him with a gloomy expression. "Every day has its own bad ways... Even if we fix the world, it will still be in the same mess." After hearing this, the people around him just patted his back gently: "Whether it deserves death or not, we are still on the way to save it; and there are also These days are special and we cannot generalize." Chen Yu looked at him and pointed to a bar on the roadside: "I just want to bring you here to relax." Constantine whistled: "I can say that this is the smartest time you have ever seen." He put his arm around Chen Yu's shoulders and strode over with the student to open the door. Chen Yu glanced at the arm on his shoulder but did not break away, "Sure enough, you still like to stay in the bar and get drunk." Constantine ignored his student's calm accusation at this time and pulled him to sit on the high stool of the bar. If Chen Yu hadn't been holding him up, he might have slipped and knocked his tooth. "Let's have a glass of whiskey first!" He shouted excitedly towards the empty bar, tapping his fingers on the table. Chen Yu's mouth curved, but he still didn't say anything. He snapped his fingers and a full glass of whiskey appeared in front of Constantine. The creamy foam and golden liquid underneath looked extremely attractive under the light. Constantine picked it up and took a sip. The mellow wine aroma and soft bitterness spread across his lips and tongue. The wonderful taste made Constantine couldn't help but squint his eyes and smack his lips: "If you do this, your little girlfriend will definitely go home with you and talk all night long - at least I will Yes." Chen Yu looked at his slender face and was indifferent. "A joke is not funny if it is told twice." The student who didn't understand humor pointed out, and the teacher pouted and said that he didn't even know how to call back and was dictating to him. This bar in the 1980s allowed two people to bicker and give off the illusion of liveliness, but as soon as the words left their mouths, a dead silence took over. Constantine glanced at the empty tables and chairs in the corner and the deserted streets behind the windows. They all showed their presence. Together with the pale and malfunctioning light bulbs above their heads, they were like whispers in his ears, telling him that the world had changed beyond recognition, and only the two of them were left to find a way out without knowing what the future was. Constantine's good mood suddenly disappeared, replaced by a collapse that was suffocating under the silence - under the chaos brought about by the confusion of the timeline and his own madness, this second-rate magician's already bad spirit was walking on thin ice every moment, and he would hit the bottom if he was not careful. He grabbed the life-saving straw next to him and drank it in one gulp. After pouring an unknown number of glasses down his throat, the sweet dizziness finally touched his forehead. The British man laughed a few times and turned to raise his glass to the student. His deep blue eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps that confuse passers-by at night: "Chen, you really have to try to get yourself drunk." He smiled to himself again, "It will make you feel like you were just that time. Really living. " Chen Yu has long been accustomed to the other party's sudden moodiness. He quietly looked at the teacher who was cynical as usual, saying nothing, just waiting for Constantine to finish his drink before filling up a new glass in silence. It was like a mime was being staged in the bar. Two men were sitting on high chairs at the bar. One was drinking. After a few sips, he started to hold the glass in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. The other watched him drink. When the glass was empty, he would tap the bar with his fingers to fill the glass with golden liquid again. The mime played for a while, and Constantine's vision gradually became blurry because his brain was numbed by alcohol. He rolled his eyes twice to get rid of it, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Chen Yu next to him. Constantine blinked slowly, and then he remembered the cheap apprentice sitting next to him. His mind wandered slowly for a few times, and he remembered that Chen Yu was dragging him out to hang out. He couldn't figure out his intentions. In fact, he couldn't guess what this guy was thinking a long time ago - ha, someone is better than someone who is good at it, damn it. Constantine stared at Chen Yu for a long time, his eyes turning from confused to unkind. Chen Yu didn't pay attention to his eyes and turned his head to look back after he stared for too long. Chen Yu's calm eyes and non-drinking indifference made Constantine feel angry inexplicably, "Why don't you drink? Are you still underage and can't drink?" The British man opened his mouth and began to sarcastically say, "Are you saying that you are poisoned and dare not drink?" After saying this, he couldn't help but glance at the cup secretly, and he really started to worry about this possibility. "Do you only pursue drama when making up stories? John." Constantine clearly felt the student's confusion and confusion this time. "I am not an ordinary living body now. Drinking has no meaning. Moreover," Chen Yu turned to face his teacher, with rare emotion in his eyes (Cons Constantine remembered that this was indeed rare) and slowly entered Constantine's heart, "It's enough for one of us to be drunk, and there must be someone who can support the other - we will go home later." Constantine's eyes widened, as if he had been hit in the head by a sniper rifle, and the fingers holding the wine glass were trembling slightly. After a few seconds, he spoke again with a deliberate casual joke and an imperceptible confusion: "I am probably really drunk, and I can find the tenderness of a disgusting TV series in you." Chen Yu said nothing, just smiled at him. , As completely innocent as they had just met (not the usual kind of non-social alternative) Constantine felt that he was being ridiculed in a sense, but facing Chen Yu, who had never been able to deal with his own troubles, he would always have no choice but to accept it. The older teacher turned his head and muttered a few times, but finally did not drink. He stood up and called the students back. The two of them walked for a while and just found their stride, and the Mystery House thoughtfully appeared at the end. When he returned home, Chen Yu hung up his suit coat, told Constantine that he was going to rest, turned around and left. Just now I said that I was not an ordinary organism, and now I am in a hurry to rest. The British man stared at the other person's back and couldn't help but curse. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why Chen Yu took him around today. He could only go back to the room irritably and plan to continue lying down. After a while, while Constantine was thinking wildly, Chen Yu knocked on the door - this time he opened the door after someone answered and came in, carrying a small cake with candles. It looked like a standard birthday cake, so standard that Constantine suspected that Chen Yu had directly copied the emoji from the future into reality. "Today is your birthday, John." The white-haired young man smiled, and the candlelight reflected softly on his face, which looked more real than ever: "Happy birthday to you." Constantine finally knew the reason why Chen Yu took him for a stroll. His eyes wandered around the cake and Chen Yu, as if he was watching a shocking miracle. Maybe a few seconds or more than ten seconds passed before Constantine heard his own voice: "I can't even remember birthdays being said like this... I thought we were saving this fucking universe. This is so many dream palaces harder than it was before to break into hell." His eyes began to look a little Dodge - he can't get used to this kind of tender feeling, let alone if it's between Chen Yu and him "Maybe we will both die tomorrow, so what's the point of celebrating?" The British man finished dryly, and an emotion similar to resistance made him subconsciously take a step back. After Chen Yu heard what he said, he took a step forward calmly and began to retort calmly: "We will handle everything together, this is not you

It's well written, but the reading threshold is a bit high.

What a mess. I mixed a Chinese name among all the English names.

It's over (sigh) I just entered the holiday and picked up this book again Give the author a thumbs up 👍🏻 The writing is very good

P1 Isabella Constantine (the blue eyes were blindly drawn with selfish hairstyle) p2 Men and women's well-being stickers

I deserve bad grades, the writing is too difficult to understand.

Unless you have a high viewing threshold (not a DC fan), you will be confused by it... Like me. The worse thing is that I can't empathize with the protagonist... Even after reading nearly forty chapters, and the more I read, the more confused I become. It is clear that it is a good book with sophisticated writing and a good plot. The only problem is that I cannot empathize with you. I was confused after reading forty chapters and forget it... Oh, it is a good book but I can't read it...😢

The writing is superb, but the only regret is that I don't understand so many world views and have never been exposed to them... But the writing is indeed to my taste 😁