I became a weirdo in Marvel

In the hotel room, the air seemed to freeze, and William's voice echoed in the room.

His face was pale and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. It was obvious that the dream he had just had brought him a great psychological shock.

Steve, Sharon and Jenny all stared at him in silence, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"The God of Death can actually be angered. Does it have emotions?" Sharon was the first to break the silence, her voice trembling with disbelief.

In their cognition, the so-called god of death should be a manifestation of cold and ruthless rules, mechanically executing the laws of life and death like a program.

How could the god of death have emotions? This completely overturned their common sense.

There was a hint of confusion and fear in William's eyes. He recalled every detail of his dream, as if it had really happened.

The "Holy Lord" he mentioned, an existence he was not supposed to know, made Steve more certain that this dream foreshadowed a possible future.

Steve was filled with anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He yelled at the Holy Lord in his heart: "Holy Lord, why are you doing this? Didn't we agree on this?"

The Holy Lord's voice rang in his mind, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain: [Haha, that's really like my style. I've reached the limit of my tolerance for your procrastination.]

The Holy Lord's tone was cold, as if he was describing something very ordinary.

[Anyway, everyone except you will die in the end, so why waste time here? Steve, our time is precious.]

Steve's heart suddenly tightened, as if being grasped by an invisible hand. He retorted unwillingly: [Dead for sure? I don't believe it! There must be another way to save them! ]

The Holy Lord sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: [Ha, didn't you just listen to what that little brat said? Except for you with my help, who else can survive the explosion of a plane crash? If the God of Death is forced into a corner, he might even send a meteorite crashing down on you, leaving you with no intact body.]

Meteorite falling? Is such a thing possible?
Even Steve couldn't help feeling a little desperate, but he was determined and soon calmed down, with a gleam of "fighting desperately to survive" in his eyes.

[No, there is another way! ]

Steve said in his heart: [Now you can only protect me, but if you regain your strength, you should be able to protect all of us, right? Holy Lord, I will help you regain your strength, and you are responsible for protecting us. This is our new agreement! ]

The Holy Lord seemed to ponder for a while, then smiled and said: [Okay, if you can find it, I can promise you.]

Steve felt a sense of relief, but at the same time he knew that the next task would be extremely difficult.

He took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at Sharon and the others, and said solemnly: "We can't stay here any longer, go out and find hope to survive!"

Sharon frowned tightly, her eyes full of doubt and uneasiness. "Steve, what should we do? We don't even know where to go."

Steve looked at her firmly, his eyes full of determination and conviction.

"We must find the source of the Lord's power. Only in this way can we fight against the threat of the God of Death. Although it sounds crazy, it is our only hope."

William nodded, and even though he was still scared, he decided to trust Steve's judgment.

"I'll do my best to help, Steve. That dream was so real, I believe it's a warning for the future."

Several others also expressed their support. Although they were filled with fear and uncertainty, they had no choice but to unite and face this unknown fate together.

"it is good!"

Steve looked around and nodded, "Everyone pack up, we're off to the British Museum!"

The British Museum is the world's oldest, most magnificent and most valuable museum, housing precious treasures from all over the world.

In this museum, a mysterious object caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

It was an object that looked like a zodiac talisman, inlaid on an ancient collection. It exuded a mysterious aura, so it was included in the intelligence by the agent and reported to Steve.

So, Steve and his friends packed up their things, left the hotel, and drove to the vicinity of the museum.

Along the way, they were very nervous, fearing that a large out-of-control truck would suddenly appear and hit them.

William sat in the back seat of the car, looking out the window from time to time, his heart filled with fear and anxiety about the future.

“What are you thinking about?” Jenny gently held William’s hand and asked tenderly.

"I was just wondering, will it really be like in the prophetic dream? Will I really be the next one targeted by the god of death?" William's voice trembled a little.

Jenny held his hand tightly and said firmly: “We will protect you, no matter what happens, we will not let you face it alone.”

The car stopped near the museum.

Several people left prohibited items such as guns and shields in the car and got out of the car with only some personal belongings.

Steve said to William seriously, "According to your prophetic dream, you will be the next target of the Grim Reaper, so you have to be careful. Sharon and I will also help you keep an eye on the surroundings. You must not leave us and act alone, understand?"

William took a deep breath and nodded: “Yeah, I see.”

"Okay, let's go over there." Steve nodded and took a few people to the museum.

They lined up for security check and walked into the museum's gate.

As soon as he stepped into the museum, an excited voice suddenly rang in Steve's mind: [Haha, I feel it, it's my power! One of the twelve zodiac talismans is right here! ]

Steve also breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, he was lucky enough to encounter a real talisman at the first location.

[What are you still standing there for? Go in and take the talisman!] The Holy Lord urged.

Steve looked at the crowd of tourists in front of him and shook his head: [Don't worry, it's right there and it won't grow legs and run away. ]

They walked slowly along the exhibition hall, and every exhibit attracted their attention. Ancient Egyptian mummies, Greek statues, Chinese porcelain...

Each piece is full of historical weight and artistic charm. However, they have only one goal - the mysterious zodiac spell.

As their footsteps echoed in the exhibition hall, William's heartbeat became faster and faster.

His eyes kept scanning the surroundings, afraid of missing any details.

Jenny followed him closely, always on guard.

"Over there," Sharon whispered suddenly, pointing to a display case.

They walked over and saw a mummy through the glass case.

The embalmed body from ancient Egypt is wrapped in layers of cloth, and the painted mummy mask on the head has a gilded face, an elaborate wig and a pair of white earrings, and several rings on the crossed hands. One of the rings is not inlaid with gems, but an octagonal stone with a mouse pattern printed on it.

The pattern was lifelike, as if it would jump out of the ring at any time, carrying some mysterious power.

[That's it! The Rat Talisman, one of the twelve talismans. Quick, give it to me!] The Holy Lord's voice sounded again, full of eagerness and desire.

Steve felt the Lord's voice echoing in his mind, as if an invisible force was urging him to act.

"Is that the thing? How do we take it away?" William asked nervously, his voice trembling slightly and his eyes full of anxiety and doubt.

"We need a plan."

Steve said calmly: "Don't act rashly."

He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm, and stared firmly at the mummy in the glass case.

They stood in front of the display case, observing their surroundings carefully.

Tourists come and go, security guards patrol from time to time, and surveillance cameras are constantly turning.

It is indeed not an easy task to take away the talisman in this situation.

"We can create a little chaos and attract the security guards' attention," Sharon suggested.

"Then take the talisman while you can."

Steve nodded in agreement: "But it's best to wait until night time."

He knew that if he was alone, he might be able to act more casually, but at this time he was accompanied by two ordinary people, William and Jenny. If anything went wrong, they would definitely be the first to be caught.

[What? Wait until night? No, I don't agree!] The Holy Lord yelled in Steve's mind, his tone full of anger and impatience.

As if sensing the presence of the Holy Lord, the rat charm embedded in the mummy's ring suddenly lit up with a faint light.

The light flashed and disappeared quickly into the mummy's body, but it could not hide it from Steve who was staring at the talisman. He suddenly had a bad premonition.

The next second, the mummy that had been sleeping for thousands of years slowly stood up, and the eyes on the mask lit up with a strange red light.

The red light seemed to come from the depths of hell, cold and biting, making people shudder.

"Damn it! Holy Lord, what did you do?!" Steve said in shock.

[No, I haven’t done it yet.]

The Holy Lord's tone seemed a little surprised: [Oh, I remember now, the rat spell contains my life force, which can turn an originally lifeless object into a living thing that can move!]

"What?!" William and others exclaimed in unison, their faces turned pale in an instant, and their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

"It's a corpse!" a tourist screamed, his voice echoing in the museum, instantly causing panic among the people around him.

The tourists turned around and stepped back, their faces filled with fear and helplessness.

Security personnel also rushed over and tried to control the situation, but they obviously had not anticipated this situation and seemed at a loss.

Their eyes were filled with confusion and fear. The walkie-talkies in their hands kept sending instructions, but they didn't know how to deal with the situation.

"We must act now!" Steve whispered. He knew that now was the best chance. If he didn't seize it, he might never have another chance.

But he obviously underestimated the power of the rat spell. Now the mummy has completely come back to life. It stretched out its shriveled arms, waved them, and the bulletproof glass cover covering it actually shattered.

Broken glass fragments shot out in all directions like hail, hitting some tourists who had no time to dodge, triggering another round of screams.

William, who was standing not far from the display case, watched a palm-sized piece of glass flying towards him, and in panic he forgot to dodge.

His mind was blank, as if time had stopped at that moment.

At the critical moment, an arm stretched out from the side and pulled him over, just in time to save William.

"Are you okay, William?" Sharon said worriedly, her voice trembling slightly. It was obvious that the thrilling scene just now left her with lingering fears.

William took a breath and shook his head: “I’m fine, thank you very much, Sister Sharon.”

There was a hint of weakness in his voice, but more of gratitude.

"I'm glad you're okay." Sharon breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had been paying attention to William, otherwise William would have died in this accident.

She felt a little more relaxed, but her eyes were still full of vigilance.

Seeing the mummy showing such a powerful side, Steve didn't care about being exposed and rushed forward, trying to snatch the rat talisman from the mummy's hand.

However, the mummy did not seem to be an ordinary person when he was alive. When he saw Steve rushing up, he raised his palm and pointed it at Steve.

boom!
An invisible force hit Steve and knocked him away. His body drew an arc in the air, knocking down several display cases, and fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

The security guards finally reacted and pulled out their guns, pointed them at the standing mummy, and pulled the trigger.

The bullets whizzed out, as if they were going to tear the mummy into pieces.

However, the bullet seemed to have encountered some barrier and was fixed in front of the mummy, unable to move forward any further.

A red light flashed in the mummy's eyes, and he waved his arms. The bullets flew backwards, piercing through the human body and bringing up a blood mist. The scene was horrific.

Now, the tourists became even more frightened and all rushed to the gate.

The crowd was scrambling, pushing and shouting, and the scene was in chaos.

Someone fell to the ground and was trampled by the people behind him, groaning in pain.

"Hurry! Get out of here!" Sharon pulled William and Jenny hard. After all, she was an agent and her psychological quality was much stronger than that of ordinary people. She managed to stay calm.

She did not follow the crowd, but hid to the other side where there were fewer people to avoid being trampled in the chaos.

Steve shook his dizzy head and looked up, just in time to see the mummy stretch out his hand and grasp a man-sized staff in a display case next to him.

"No way? Could it be that he was a priest who could cast spells before he died?" (End of this chapter)