American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, the Chrysler Building.

"Since Thor, the God of Thunder, descended upon our world last week, the international situation has changed dramatically, especially within religious groups across various nations. People from different religions have been staging demonstrations more than once.

The American government hasn't yet issued any official statement. Today, we've invited Professor Borg from Yale University, who will explain the secrets of Norse mythology in detail..."

*Click*

A large hand used a remote control to turn off the television, cold eyes staring down at the underling kneeling on the ground.

Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of New York's underworld, spoke calmly, but his words concealed immense killing intent.

"Kort, this incident... you've disappointed me."

"B-Boss, I-I'm sorry! Spare me, give me another chance..."

*Bang!*

A bullet spun into his temple, the splattering blood carrying a trace of bloody scent in the air.

An underling wearing a blue tight-fitting combat suit with a bullseye painted on his forehead lightly blew on the smoke from the gun muzzle, disdainfully saying.

"Useless trash!"

Then he looked at Wilson Fisk sitting in the office chair and asked.

"Boss, should I take care of these traitors and kill them all?"

The cold emperor sat upright in the wooden chair, his huge body filling the entire seat. He gently rotated the short staff in his hand, and even the silent silence caused a trace of tension in the air.

After a long while, he waved his hand.

"Go, Bullseye. Not just these turncoats, but also the people behind them who are stirring things up, I want them all..."

*Thump thump!*

A strong heartbeat suddenly interrupted Wilson Fisk's speech. He lowered his eyes to look at the body on the ground. That body... was trembling!

*Thump thump! Thump thump!*

The sound of the heartbeat grew louder and louder, and the corpse slowly straightened up from the ground.

*Bang bang bang...*

Continuous gunshots rang out in the room, Bullseye firing all the bullets in his gun in one breath.

Hearing the commotion, the underlings outside the door rushed in with guns, frantically shooting bullets at the strange corpse.

The corpse trembled violently, like a broken and incomplete doll, slammed hard on the ground.

Wilson Fisk waved his hand, signaling his men to stop shooting. He saw a clue in the corpse.

Getting up from the chair, Wilson Fisk walked to the corpse. His nose sniffed in the air, and a strong corpse stench was constantly emanating from the corpse.

"Damn... this disgusting corpse stench, it's definitely been dead for more than a day or two!"

Covering his nose, Bullseye cursed in disgust, judging that this smell should definitely not appear on a newly dead person.

Wilson Fisk agreed with his point of view. He stepped forward and tore open the corpse's shirt, and found many needle and thread suture marks on the corpse.

As he continued to lift his clothes, more suture marks appeared.

"Good heavens, what kind of monster is this guy, Frankenstein?"

Cutting open his abdomen with a knife, looking at the rotten organs that emitted a foul smell, even Bullseye, who often killed people, had to admit that he was disgusted.

This body had been dead for a long time, but just now it was still here begging Wilson Fisk for forgiveness. This illogical scene made Wilson Fisk subconsciously think.

They were just now... actually talking to a corpse?

*Hiss~*

The corpse on the ground suddenly opened its mouth, spitting out a pool of fishy, stinky yellow water. In that yellow water, a golden coin rolled to Wilson Fisk's feet.

"What is this?"

Wilson Fisk lowered his head and subconsciously asked, not expecting a strange voice to suddenly sound in the room, answering his question.

"This is a lucky coin, something that can bring good luck to people."

"Who?" Shouting loudly, Bullseye raised his hand and launched an attack towards the source of the sound.

*Whoosh!*

A metal card flashed in the air, deftly pinched between two pale fingers, which made Bullseye's face change, and he quickly moved to stand in front of Wilson Fisk.

Only then did the underlings with guns see in surprise that a... stranger had appeared among them.

The man was dressed in a black pinstripe suit, wearing a delicate white bowler hat. He had black hair and a white face, looking thin and weak, with a standard Asian face.

However, his scarlet eyes were particularly eye-catching. When he squinted slightly, the surrounding light dimmed.

Not frightened by his appearance, Wilson Fisk stopped the underlings from attacking, and picked up the gold coin from the ground.

His movements were unhurried, as elegant as a gentleman taking out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off the gold coin, before looking in the direction of the visitor and saying.

"Lucky coin? Tell me about it."

"Heh heh... When you picked up this gold coin, you have already become the owner of this gold coin. From now on, you will continue to have good luck..."

Speaking of this, a strange smile appeared on his lips, "But I must remind you. Once the gold coin in your hand leaves you, you will encounter a continuous stream of misfortune!"

"......"

Wilson Fisk's fingers trembled slightly. He did not throw the gold coin on the ground, nor did he believe his words.

"Tell me your name? And explain your purpose for coming here!"

*Clap clap clap.*

"As expected of the Kingpin of New York's underworld, not shouting to fight and kill at the first word..."

Clapping his hands, the man was pointed at by several guns, but he was not worried at all.

"My name is Muzan Kibutsuji, and I'm here to seek cooperation."

"Cooperation?"

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Wilson Fisk looked at his right palm. There, a blood-red crystal appeared, emitting a strange luster.

Frowning, Wilson Fisk signaled Bullseye to take it. Muzan Kibutsuji did not stop him, smiling and letting him take it.

Taking it from Bullseye's hand, Wilson Fisk carefully placed it in front of his eyes to observe. The blood-red crystal seemed to have some kind of strange magic, not only attracting people's attention, but also triggering the possessive desire in human hearts.

An underling was immediately overwhelmed by desire and turned his gun towards Wilson Fisk. Wilson Fisk didn't move, and Bullseye casually shot the underling.

*Bang!*

The underling's body fell to the ground, heavily hitting the hearts of the underlings, they were shocked, and suddenly woke up.

"This blood-red crystal is called the Sessho-seki fragment, rumored to be the demonic soul crystal of the world-destroying Nine-Tailed Fox, and even a small fragment contains great power!"

Looking at their performance, Muzan Kibutsuji continued to introduce.

"But this kind of power doesn't seem very friendly."

Holding the fragment in his hand, Wilson Fisk said.

"That's right, after all, it's something of the Nine-Tailed Fox. Anyone who uses this item will inevitably be led to the fate of being eroded in body and spirit."

Spreading his hands, Muzan Kibutsuji smiled meaningfully.

"But on the road to becoming stronger, a little change, I think... is tolerable."

"......"

Feeling the cold texture on the Sessho-seki fragment, Wilson Fisk could clearly sense the power contained within this crystal.

It really is... a powerful force!

After witnessing Thor, the God of Thunder, and the increasing number of supernatural forces in New York, even Wilson Fisk felt a sense of insecurity about the great changes in the world. He needed more power to make a difference!

Staring at the other person's eyes, Wilson Fisk said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"