The god of the world

Chapter 1

At noon, the sun hangs high, the sun is shining brightly, and there is a breeze blowing on the face, like a gentle hand caressing gently, making people feel happy and comfortable.

On this beautiful day, flowers should dance and birds sing, but this is a peaceful New York City, where the sun does not shine.

in the corner of the street.

Rogers Wilson was sitting in a pool of blood scattered with stones, his clothes were torn to pieces, he was bruised and bruised by the stones in the pool of blood, and his head was bleeding, but now, there were no wounds on his body, only the blood was left His tattered clothes silently told what happened just now.

Now panic and confusion have replaced the resentment before the murder.

Beside Rogers was a blond boy with his throat bitten, who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Killed! Everyone run away! This demon killed!"

"The mutant killed Robertson! Hurry up and inform the adults!"

"Damn mutant, he can't kill him at all, he's a devil!"

"Run!"

The teenagers holding the stones fled in all directions with horror on their faces. After the sound of chaotic footsteps dissipated, the surrounding area became quiet.

All that remained was the sound of Robertson breathing desperately, his pupils gradually lost consciousness, and blood continued to flow out of his body.

Regret and fear ran through his head, but he had no chance.

Rogers felt a little nauseous smelling the strong smell of blood, and imagined that he was taken away by the police, and then locked in a military laboratory, becoming an experimental product, or directly destroyed.

He laughed at himself, his home was burnt down by robbers, his cheap parents were burned alive, and only he survived as an awakened mutant.

But those policemen were hunting for themselves, not the two robbers!
Moreover, he became the devil in everyone's mouth, bastard.

These children even attacked and cursed themselves. It is not difficult to guess that this was deeply influenced by their parents.

The reason is simply that Rogers is a mutant.

Rogers was chased and intercepted, the adults watched with cold eyes, and chose to call the police to let the police arrest him.

It was as if the whole world had become Rogers' enemy.

Obviously just last night, these neighbors still laughed and praised themselves for being handsome, and joked with their parents.

It's none of your business that I'm a mutant!Do mutants deserve to die? !
Human nature is really ironic.

If Rogers hadn't run so fast this morning, he might have been arrested by the police and sent to a mutant prison as an experimental product.

But as far as it is now, nothing seems to have changed. Even if I have the mentality of my previous life, I can't help but fight with these guys. bigger.So he bit Robertson's throat in a rage.

When these guys beat him up, they didn't hold back at all.

If he hadn't recovered quickly, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

"My parents are all dead, and I might be an experiment. I'm also one of the most unlucky traversers, right?" Rogers thought silently.

Yes, he is a time traveler, he came here just last night.

There were no car accidents, no lightning strikes, and the time passed when the eyes were closed and opened.

Originally named Roger, now called Rogers Wilson.

After learning from his mother that there are mutants and Captain America in this world, he knows that he has come to Marvel, and he is still thinking about how to obtain superpowers.

It's all right now, I have superpowers, but my parents are gone, and I'm almost done.

The so-called parents offering sacrifices to heaven has boundless magic power.

The rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation.

With the blessing of two major buffs, Rogers embarked on the path of mutants.

Rogers' mutant ability is adaptation, which can also be called evolution.

That's what happened.

Last night, Rogers had just traveled through time, and his family had just moved to New York, and then suffered a burglary. Two guys with hoods rushed into the house with guns in hand. They tied the hands and feet of the Rogers family of three, and then rummaged through the boxes.

Before he left, he lit a fire and burned everything down.

Rogers awakened the ability of mutants under the strong will to survive. As a result of his adaptation to the flames, he achieved rapid self-healing.

He walked out of the fire, but his parents were burned to death.

That's all, but the price is the burning pain, the suffocation and retching of the smoke constantly pouring into the lungs, and the loss of parents and family.

Although he has no feelings for his parents and family here.

Rogers packed up his mood, got up and ran to the sewer manhole cover in the distance, he swore that he would find the two damn robbers, and smash their bones one by one.

Tormenting them until their spirits break down, he wants to return all the pain he has experienced.

He has never experienced that kind of painful torture in his whole life. He was scorched in the fire, desperate in suffocation, until the mutant's ability awakened. Until the ropes binding his hands and feet were burned.

It was a horrible scene that words can't describe.

Rogers' thin body opened the sewer manhole cover. Fortunately, there were no adults nearby, otherwise, at the age of 13, he would not be able to escape at all.

After all, his current ability is only quick self-healing.

Strength or something, it is no different from ordinary children.

Stepping into the dirty and smelly dark passage, Rogers closed the lid, and as the last ray of light disappeared, Rogers couldn't stop his tears from sliding down.

Dazed and helpless filled the mind and mind.

He didn't know what to do next, he hid in the dark to exercise his abilities, and let him take revenge later?
But what does he eat?Rely on robbery?
This is the Marvel universe!

"Maybe joining the mutant organization is a good choice?"

Thinking of this, Rogers wiped away his tears, groped in the dark and walked towards the concrete wall. The most urgent thing now is to stay away from here.

Let's live first and then talk about other things.

……

a few days later.

In the corridor of Charles School for the Gifted, the three had a heated exchange of ideas.

"Professor, this kid...he killed someone, but he doesn't have super powers to get out of control. Are you sure you want to take him to the mutant school?" Qin was going to persuade Professor X that their school couldn't accept this kind of murderer.

Otherwise, the results of previous efforts will be lost a lot, and the high-level human beings will discriminate against mutants even more, and then the lion will open its mouth.

The news of Rogers' murder and escape was broadcast on TV, and the host also intimately reminded the New York audience to close doors and lock windows at night.

So Professor X noticed Rogers.

Professor X is sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes are wise and kind, and the light of wisdom is shining on the top of his smooth head: "Those kids attacked him first, I saw it just now, it's not all his fault. We should go get him back , guide him, this kid not only has the superpower of quick self-healing, he is very special."

Scott on the side wore special black glasses, showing a handsome chin and part of his face, he frowned: "But he killed someone, we..."

"Go, Scott, everyone deserves a chance to be redeemed and forgiven, he is a child of mutants."

Scott glanced at Jean, speechless.

"Hope you're right, Professor."

(End of this chapter)