I became a weirdo in Marvel

There was chaos in the museum. Tourists swarmed towards the exits like frightened sparrows. Screams and cries mixed together, filling the entire hall.

The glass display cases were knocked over, fragments flew everywhere, and precious cultural relics rolled on the ground, making crisp shattering sounds.

At the center of this chaos, the instigator, the mummy who was resurrected by the power of the rat spell, held a staff as tall as a person, raised his hands high, and made a hoarse voice like the friction of gravel: "I have returned from the Styx, and I should take control of the world again. You are all my servants!"

The mummy's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, which made people feel terrified.

Its dry skin was tightly attached to its bones, and its eye sockets were deep, emitting a faint green light.

Every movement carries an ancient and mysterious power, as if it really is a king that crawled out of a tomb thousands of years ago.

"Oh, I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Steve panted, stood up, looked at the mummy priest in front of him who was emitting an evil aura, and said silently in his heart: [Holy Lord, this is the power you want, you are not going to let me fight to my death, are you? ]

[Of course not. I just saw how hard you were working, so I couldn’t bear to disturb you.]

The Holy Lord's voice sounded in Steve's mind, with a hint of joking: [Well, it seems that this person is not an opponent you can handle, so leave it to me and I will lend you my body.]

As soon as the words fell, a powerful force surged from deep within Steve's body and instantly took control of his body. Steve's eyes lit up red, and fine scales grew on the surface of his skin, as if a layer of hard armor covered his body.

He felt an unprecedented power that seemed to be able to destroy everything.

The mummy priest seemed to sense the changes in Steve's body and looked down at him: "Not bad soul power, you are qualified to be my attendant."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The Holy Lord seemed to have heard something funny and laughed: "But you are not qualified to be my servant. You'd better die."

Under the control of the Holy Lord, Steve's body rushed towards the mummy priest with incredible speed and strength.

Every step left deep footprints on the floor, and it seemed as if electricity was flowing in the air, making a hissing sound.

That kind of power seemed to be able to tear apart space and shock people's hearts.

The mummy priest raised his staff and tried to cast some ancient spell, muttering something in a low and mysterious voice, as if coming from an ancient tomb.

But the Holy Lord was too fast, not giving it any chance. The runes on the staff had just started to flash, and the Holy Lord was already in front of it.

"Do you think you can rule the world?" The Holy Lord sneered, his voice filled with endless contempt and cold murderous intent.

He swung his right hand violently, a flash of fire appeared, and flames appeared on the mummy priest's body. The flames quickly devoured its body like a hungry beast, and even the staff in its hand was ignited.

The mummy priest let out an angry roar, his voice full of pain and unwillingness.

It tried to fight back, its green eyes flashing with anger and despair, but the power of the Holy Lord was so strong that every struggle it made seemed so powerless.

"You are nothing but a weak and corrupt being. You should have been buried in the dust of history long ago." The Holy Lord's voice was cold and firm. Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting the soul of the mummy priest.

The voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, causing an irresistible fear deep in the heart of the mummy priest.

In the flames, the mummy priest's body struggled and trembled, and his green eyes gradually dimmed.

It tried to use dark magic to put out the flames on its body, but no matter how hard it tried, it was easily crushed by the Holy Lord and could only roar in anger.

The roar echoed in the hall of the museum, as if telling of its unwillingness and despair.

After easily suppressing the opponent, the Holy Lord raised the corners of his mouth and showed a matter-of-fact smile: "Okay, it's time to return what belongs to me."

He reached out and tried to take the rat charm off the mummy priest's hand.

But at this moment, the rat talisman emitted a faint light, which was particularly bright in the eyes of the Holy Lord.

The light seemed to carry some mysterious power, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire museum.

"Not good!" The Holy Lord's pupils shrank, and then he found that the other mummies around him came alive under the influence of the rat spell. There was even a huge sphinx that shook its body, jumped off the stand, and roared at the Holy Lord.

"Damn it, this is my power, you thief!" The Holy Lord was furious that someone used his power against him. He waved his hands and even more violent flames surged out from the ground, directly turning half of the museum into a sea of ​​​​burning fire.

The flames were like a huge fire dragon, quickly engulfing everything.

The resurrected mummies and sphinxes were burned to ashes by the flames with supernatural powers.

Their bodies twisted and struggled in the flames, eventually turning into wisps of smoke and disappearing into the air.

The power of the Holy Lord seems to be endless, and any resistance seems so pale and powerless in front of him.

Finally, the body of the mummy priest collapsed like sand, turning into a pile of dust that drifted into the air, leaving only the rat charm falling to the ground.

"This is your end." The Holy Lord said coldly, with endless coldness and contempt in his voice.

He bent down, picked up the rat charm from the ground, and put it back into his pocket.

The talisman flickered faintly in his hand, as if sensing something.

"Steve, take good care of my talisman!" Immediately, the Holy Lord returned the control of the body to Steve.

At that moment, Steve felt a powerful force being pulled away from his body, as if some invisible shackles were released.

Steve felt his strength ebb, a wave of weakness as his body returned to normal.

He breathed heavily, looking at the dust on the ground, feeling mixed emotions.

You did a great job, Steve.

The Holy Lord's voice sounded in his mind again, with a hint of praise: [I finally got back some of my power, but this is just the beginning. I hope you can keep up the good work.]

Steve took a deep breath and clenched the rat charm in his pocket, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The fire in the museum gradually died down, and a burning smell filled the air.

Steve stood in the ruins and sighed deeply. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he would keep moving forward because he had no way back.

On South American nights, the air is filled with a damp and hot atmosphere, as if even breathing carries a hint of anxiety.

"The winner is our Sonic Fist Eddie again!"

The roar of cheers was deafening. Eddie raised his hands, with a faint smile on his face, and walked out of the cage arena.

His eyes swept across the excited faces around him, but his heart was calm.

These victories were just part of his plan, and each victory paved the way for his next move.

Eddie walked in the corridor of the underground boxing gym, sweat sliding down his strong muscles, as if he had just experienced a baptism of a storm.

A few days ago, he was an unknown wanderer, but now, he has become the most dazzling star in the underground boxing gym of the Viper Gang.

During these days of getting along, Eddie had won the respect of many people with his unparalleled personal charm and strong strength. There was admiration and a hint of fear in their eyes.

After all, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength is the only pass.

Of course, he is just a thug now, and there is a lot of water in the respect these people give him, and more of it is fear of his fists.

But that didn't matter to Eddie, his goal was never to become a gang boss.

Back in the locker room, Eddie saw a man who had been waiting for a long time. He was a middle-aged man with a Mohawk hairstyle and a smile on his face. When he saw Eddie, he clapped his hands and came over with a smile on his face.

"Well, well, well, you are worthy of being our gold medal boxer. You defeated the powerful glutton with ease." The middle-aged man's voice was full of praise and excitement.

His name is Burton. He is the nominal owner of this underground boxing gym and also the core leader of the Viper Gang.

There was a gleam of greed in Burton's eyes. Eddie's appearance made him make a lot of money. Every victory meant more gambling money and more power.

Eddie smiled slightly, but there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"Hey, Burton, just tell me directly, who do you want me to deal with next time?" He deliberately acted rebellious, and that disdainful attitude made Burton even more excited.

Burton was not angry. Instead, he felt that this was how a powerful person should be.

He walked closer to Eddie and said in a low voice: "Eddie, the next opponent is Carlos, the 'Raging Beast'. He is not an easy character to deal with."

Eddie nodded, but he was thinking about other things.

He had heard of Carlos's reputation long ago. This man was not only incredibly powerful, but also had a beast-like ferocity and madness.

But this is exactly what Eddie needs, a stronger opponent, a bigger challenge.

"Don't worry, Burton, I will satisfy you." Eddie said lightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Burton nodded with satisfaction, patted Eddie on the shoulder, then turned and left the locker room.

Eddie looked at his back and sneered in his heart.

Little does Burton know, he is just a pawn in Eddie's plan, and the real goal is far greater than that.

It was late at night, and the street outside the underground boxing gym was still brightly lit. Eddie walked out of the locker room, facing the night breeze, feeling the familiar dampness and heat.

His heart was full of fighting spirit and determination, and every step brought him closer to his goal.

A few nights later, the underground boxing gym became bustling again. The audience's cheers shook the earth, and everyone's face was filled with anticipation and excitement.

Eddie stood on the arena, facing his opponent, Carlos, the "violent beast".

Carlos is a big man with muscles as hard as steel, and his eyes are full of murderous intent.

The game started and Carlos pounced on Eddie like a violent beast.

Eddie dodged calmly, and every punch he threw was precise and powerful.

He was as fast as lightning and each of his punches carried the power of thunder.

Although Carlos' attack was fierce, it seemed clumsy and weak in front of Eddie.

The audience's cheers grew louder and louder, and every punch Eddie threw was met with warm applause.

Listening to the audience booing at him, Carlos' eyes turned red and he roared unwillingly. He always crushed others with his thunderous force, but now the situation has been reversed and he can only be toyed with by Eddie.

"Coward, you are not a man if you hide from me. If you have the guts, come and fight me head-on!" he shouted angrily.

From the beginning of the game, he never hit Eddie with a punch, even though he only needed one punch to end the game.

"hehe."

Eddie sneered and hooked his finger at Carlos, saying, "Okay, come on, I'll show you who has the harder fist."

"you said!"

Carlos was overjoyed and rushed towards Eddie with all his strength.

His heavy footsteps stepped on the ring, making a dull sound. He rushed to Eddie like a rampaging bull with terrifying momentum and swung out his strong arms.

Eddie's pupils shrank slightly, and he actually sensed a hint of danger from the other party.

This power is abnormal.

Could it be that this guy is also a mysterious person?
Eddie, who originally planned to abide by the agreement, chose to follow his heart. He flashed and disappeared from Carlos' sight.

Carlos was horrified, but he couldn't control his body and couldn't retract his fist, so he punched the fence.

boom!
The sturdy fence shattered into pieces in an instant, causing a series of exclamations from the audience.

Eddie was also surprised by Carlos's brute strength. If this punch had hit him, he would at least have been seriously injured.

"Despicable! You said you wouldn't hide!"

Carlos turned and stared at Eddie angrily.

Eddie shrugged. "Okay, I admit that I'm not as strong as you. In a head-on fight, you win. But this is an underground boxing match. To win, any means can be used. So, you lose."

"You are the loser!" Carlos rushed towards Eddie again.

However, Eddie was already alert, and with his speed, Carlos couldn't hit him.

Finally, Carlos fell down under Eddie's continuous attacks and fell unconscious.

Eddie stood in the center of the arena, raised his hands, accepting the cheers and praises of the audience, but his eyes were attracted by an octagonal stone that fell from Carlos's gloves.

He took the stone quietly while no one was paying attention.

Back in the locker room, Burton greeted him again, a big smile on his face.

"Eddie, you are so awesome! Even Carlos was defeated by you. You are simply invincible!"

Eddie smiled slightly, but was thinking about his next plan.

He knew that Burton's greed and ambition would make him constantly arrange stronger opponents, and this was exactly what he needed.

Every victory accumulates more prestige and resources for him, but his real goal is far more important than these victories. (End of this chapter)