I became a weirdo in Marvel

In the hotel suite, the curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight shone through the gaps onto the carpet, making the room seem a little dim.

A boy of about sixteen or seventeen was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of water in his hand. The water in the cup was shaking slightly, reflecting his nervous face.

He took a deep breath and was about to bring the cup to his lips when a hand reached out and quickly snatched the cup away from him.

"What's wrong, Steve?" Sharon stood up from another sofa, with a hint of confusion and nervousness in her eyes.

Steve stared at the water glass in his hand, his eyes fell on the tiny crack on the edge of the glass, which was particularly glaring in the sunlight.

His face became solemn, and his tone was low and serious: "Maybe I am too cautious, but if the cup happened to break when William was drinking water, and those fragments entered William's stomach, it would very likely cause an accidental death."

Jenny’s face turned pale in an instant, and her hand involuntarily clenched William’s arm: “This, this.”

William looked at the cup in disbelief. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he swallowed hard. "Could it be that the god of death could even create such an accident?"

Steve shrugged noncommittally, with a hint of helplessness and vigilance in his eyes: "Haven't we experienced many accidents in the past two days? Even the most bizarre things can happen. We can only be cautious, just in case."

William felt a chill in his heart as he recalled his experiences over the past two days.

He nodded in shock, his eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

During these two days, the four of them experienced more accidents than the coincidences in a movie.

Two unexpected accidents happened last night.

William took a deep breath and recalled the scene.

They were enjoying dinner in the room when suddenly, a sharp crack broke the silence.

Jenny's chair broke, and she screamed and fell backwards.

Fortunately, Sharon seemed to have sensed something, and quickly reached out and grabbed Jenny's arm, pulling her back abruptly.

Jenny fell to the ground, her face pale, cold sweat oozing from her forehead.

"Oh my God, Jenny, are you okay?" William hurried forward and helped Jenny up, his voice full of concern.

Jenny trembled slightly and forced a smile: "I'm fine, thank you Sharon."

Sharon patted her shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay."

However, the story does not end there.

Just when they breathed a sigh of relief, a burst of intense gunfire suddenly came from outside the hotel.

William’s heart tightened, and he quickly pulled Jenny to hide under the table.

Steve instinctively raised his shield in front of him.

A stray bullet broke through the window and headed straight for Steve.

At that moment, Steve's eyes became extremely firm. He held the shield tightly in his hand and blocked the fatal bullet.

The bullet hit the shield with a crisp sound, then fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and finally stopped at William's feet.

"This is simply crazy!" William cursed under his breath, frowning.

And this time, it was his turn to almost die from drinking water.

Waking up from his memories, William couldn't help but hold Jenny's little hand, his eyes full of fear.

Steve narrowed his eyes and scanned the area. An idea suddenly occurred to him - starting with Sharon and ending with William, each of them happened to have an accident. Could it be that the god of death took turns choosing the person to have an accident?
According to this statement, the next person to encounter an accident will be Sharon.

"Have you noticed that the intervals between accidents seem to be getting shorter?" Sharon suddenly said.

Not only Steve was thinking about it, Sharon also never stopped summarizing the patterns of the Grim Reaper's killings.

There was a gleam of wisdom in her eyes, as if she was trying to piece together a complete picture.

William nodded: "Yes, we slept well the day before yesterday, but two accidents happened yesterday, and we had another accident today when we just got up."

Jenny on the side raised her hand timidly: "I feel like it's angry."

Death is angry?!

The thought sent shudders down everyone's spine.

William’s face turned even paler, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.

Steve frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of determination. He knew that they must find a way to solve this problem, otherwise each of them would fall into endless fear and danger.

Steve said in a deep voice: "We can't continue to be passive like this. We must take the initiative to find the truth behind this."

Sharon nodded. "I agree. We can't just sit there and wait for death. Perhaps we should seek some professional help, like an exorcist or a psychic."

William hesitated, clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and finally nodded: "Okay, I agree. Anyway, we have to try."

Although Jenny was afraid, she knew it was their only hope.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "Then let's go now and don't waste any more time."

Sharon looked at Steve and said, "I asked a well-informed friend, and he said there is a very effective psychic here."

Steve's brows were furrowed, his heart filled with contradictions and helplessness.

He shook his head bitterly, thinking to himself: Can any psychic, no matter how powerful, compare to the Holy Lord?

The Holy Lord has given two solutions, but neither of them is perfect.

Among them, the method of killing and replacing others is definitely not an option. This not only violates their moral bottom line, but may also lead to greater disasters.

Only by choosing to endure three accidents can you escape the pursuit of death.

However, Steve was worried that William and the others would not be able to handle it.

[Oh, I can't stand it anymore. How long do you want to drag on like this? Just let me make the decision for you! ]

Steve suddenly heard the Holy Lord's voice in his mind. He was startled and quickly said in a low voice: "Holy Lord, don't mess around!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Steve suddenly felt a powerful force surging into his body. His legs seemed to no longer belong to him, and he walked to the window involuntarily.

The curtains were roughly opened in his hands, and the sunlight shone into the room, illuminating his somewhat distorted face.

He raised his middle finger to the sky, and his voice echoed in the room like thunder: "What the hell is this rubbish Grim Reaper? Come and kill us if you dare!"

The air in the room froze instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Steve, filled with disbelief and horror.

William’s face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled, and it seemed that even breathing became difficult: “Steve, what are you doing?”

Steve's eyes flashed with a strange red light, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a chilling smile: "I'm helping you make the decision."

Sharon's heart sank suddenly, and she felt an unprecedented fear. She rushed forward, grabbed Steve's arm tightly, and tried to pull him back from that state: "Steve, wake up! This is not you!"

There was anxiety and panic in her voice, her fingers were slightly white from the force, and her nails were almost digging into Steve's skin.

However, Steve's body was as stiff as steel and could not be pulled at all.

He gave Sharon a cold look, swung his arm, and threw her away. Sharon fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

Jenny was so scared that she stepped back repeatedly, her back against the cold wall, her heart seemed to be jumping out of her chest: “What on earth is going on?”

Sharon struggled to stand up, a trace of despair flashing in her eyes: "It's the Holy Lord. He controls Steve."

William and Jenny were unfamiliar with the name "Holy Lord", but they both understood that the situation before them was beyond their understanding and danger was approaching.

Sharon took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "We have to find a way to save Steve."

At this moment, the lights in the house suddenly began to flicker, as if an invisible force was interfering with the electric current.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, the curtains were rustling, and the air around was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the breath of death was approaching.

"hehe."

Steve's voice became low and cold: "You should take care of yourselves first."

"Death is coming."

As soon as the Holy Lord finished speaking, the red light in Steve's eyes faded away and returned to normal. The Holy Lord returned the control of his body to him.

Steve saw at a glance that the sky outside the window suddenly became dark, dark clouds rolled, and thunder roared.

The temperature in the house suddenly dropped, as if the whole room had instantly fallen into an ice cellar.

William felt a chill running through his bones and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Suddenly, the window opened wide and a strong wind blew in. The mirrors, light bulbs and other items in the room shattered, and glass fragments flew everywhere. Jenny was so scared that she screamed, covered her ears, and tears flowed down her face unconsciously.

Steve's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he realized something, and he shouted quickly: "Quick, get out of here!"

Sharon didn't have time to be happy about Steve's return. She reacted quickly, grabbed William and Jenny with one hand, and rushed out of the room with them.

Just as they rushed out of the room, a car was picked up by the sudden tornado and smashed in through the open window. The huge impact force made the whole room tremble.

Steve cursed inwardly, used his shield to block the flying debris, and quickly followed Sharon and the others out of the room.

However, when they rushed out of the hotel, the scene outside almost made their hearts stop.

The streets were littered with cars and buildings destroyed by the storm, with power poles toppled and sparks flying.

There were rolling dark clouds in the sky, thunder and lightning, as if the end of the world was coming.

The sound of the wind was like the roar of a wild beast, mixed with the sound of broken glass and twisted metal, which was creepy.

"Damn it, the Grim Reaper is completely enraged!" Steve clenched his teeth, his eyes full of determination.

His muscles were tense with tension and the shield in his hand trembled slightly, but he knew that he could not retreat.

They must find a safe place as soon as possible, otherwise they will have nowhere to escape.

Sharon looked at the scene in front of her, her heart filled with despair, but she knew that now was not the time to give up.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down: "We must find a safe place, go!"

Her voice was trembling but firm.

William and Jenny were moved by Sharon's determination. Although they were filled with fear, they still followed closely behind Sharon and Steve and ran forward.

William's palms were already oozing with sweat, and he looked back from time to time, as if he was afraid that the storm behind him would suddenly swallow them up.

Jenny bit her lips tightly, tears glistening in her eyes, but she tried hard not to cry.

Just as they were running, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck a big tree not far away. The tree fell down and blocked their way.

The huge roar was deafening, and the sound of tree trunks breaking mixed in with the thunder, as if the earth was groaning.

Steve reacted quickly, blocking the flying sparks with his shield and leading everyone around the trees.

Each of his steps was steady and powerful, as if the ground beneath his feet was not cracking but a solid slab of stone.

However, the danger is not over.

Just as they bypassed the trees, the ground suddenly cracked open, and a bottomless crack appeared in front of them.

William almost slipped and fell, but fortunately Steve was quick-witted and pulled him back.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled: "Thank you, Steve."

His voice was almost drowned out by the wind, but Steve heard it clearly.

At this moment, Sharon looked up at the sky with a desperate look: "Captain!"

Her voice was filled with endless fear and helplessness, as if she would collapse in the next second.

Steve looked up and saw an airplane with thick smoke coming out of its tail falling from the sky, and it landed right next to them.

"My hair!"

Boom boom boom!
The plane crashed to the ground and turned into a huge ball of fire, engulfing all four of them.

"what!"

William screamed and stood up. His scattered eyes gradually focused and he found himself sitting on the bed in the hotel room, while Steve and Sharon were looking at him worriedly.

"What's wrong, William? Did you have a nightmare?" Steve's voice was full of concern, and there was a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his eyes.

William nodded, his forehead covered with cold sweat: “Yes, a very terrible nightmare.”

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his heartbeat still wouldn't return to normal.

Seeing him like this, Steve couldn't help but guess, and asked tentatively: "Let me guess, you dreamed about us?"

"Ok!"

William nodded vigorously: "Steve, we are all dead, everyone is dead! ~ This is a dream that foretells the future."

Are we all dead in the future?

Steve's heart sank suddenly, but he still said calmly: "Don't worry, the future is not unchangeable. Tell me, William, what happened to us."

William took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It is the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord is controlling you." (End of this chapter)