Marvel Celestial Master

The morning light was dim, and a little white appeared on the eastern skyline.

When Bablu woke up from his confusion, he found himself in the middle of the street, surrounded by bustling people.

They stood in the street with confusion on their faces, as if they had woken up from a hangover.

Bablu covered his head. It hurt, as if someone had hit him.

He felt like he had forgotten something, and this matter was very important to him.

It even depends on whether he can hold his head up in front of others in the future!

Bablu patted his head hard. He felt that it was filled with paste, which made him lose his natural ability to think.

He was like a lost soul, walking blankly along the street along the crowd.

He didn't know why the crowd moved forward, and he didn't know why he moved forward.

The most recent memory he could think of was sitting in a Quinjet.

But in the blink of an eye, it was already dawn.

......

The main streets of Cape Town communities were in chaos, with thousands of residents huddled in the middle of the streets and looking around blankly.

They didn't know what was happening to them. In their memories, one second they were sitting by a warm fire enjoying dinner, and the next second they appeared on the street.

"Mom, wuwuwuwu." A child looked around and cried.

The crowd became chaotic and shouted.

"Has anyone seen my Charlie? Has anyone seen my Charlie? He's wearing a white shirt, help me!" A white mother was surrounded by the crowd and was looking around among them.

She searched anxiously and pushed forward in the crowd.

"Mom! Mom!" She suddenly heard her child's cry and turned to look.

But just in time, he saw his little Charlie tripped over something and disappeared into the crowd.

The crowd was still moving forward slowly, and no one noticed the small figure on the ground.

"Stop! Stop! No! Stop!" The woman looked like a madman, pushing forward against the direction of the crowd.

But the scene was so chaotic that people couldn't squeeze through the layers.

She was desperate, and could almost imagine countless pairs of big feet trampling on Charlie's small body.

The woman covered her face in pain and cried.

"mom!"

Suddenly, she heard her little Charlie's voice, and she let go of her hand in disbelief, but she didn't see Charlie.

It seemed that all this was just her auditory hallucination.

"mom!"

In a daze, she heard Charlie's voice again. Among the crowds of people, someone slowly lifted Charlie up.

"Thank you, thank you for your kind heart, God will bless you!" The mother breathed a sigh of relief and made the sign of the cross on her chest, although she knew that the kind person couldn't hear her at all.

"Mom! He's lifting me!" little Charlie screamed.

The crowd suddenly stopped, and everyone turned their eyes in the direction of little Charlie.

Underneath this child is a black policeman wearing a police uniform!

"Hey! You damn thing, put that kid down! Then get out of this neighborhood!" the strong man with a water drop tattoo on his face yelled, showing his strong arms.

"Get out of here, you damn slaves!" An old man raised his cane and became angry.

Everyone was blaming the black police officer, as if his very existence was a mistake.

None of them expected that when the child shouted just now, no one was willing to stop and lend a helping hand.

But at this moment, they were standing on the highest point, insulting a good man crazily.

The evil nature of human beings is vividly displayed at this moment.

"Why... why?" Bablu, who was holding the child high, was stunned. He had no idea that the world could be so absurd.

"Put down my child! Put down my Charlie!" A woman rushed out from the crowd and snatched the child from Bablu's hand.

The woman knelt down, held Charlie's face and looked at it carefully for a moment. After breathing a sigh of relief, she shouted to Bablu: "Get out, you dirty things! You are all going to hell!"

Bablu was stunned. The development of the incident seemed completely different from what he imagined.

He didn't expect that even the child's mother would say such a thing.

Feeling the malicious looks from all around him, he recalled some bad memories.

Bablu lowered his head and walked silently, preparing to leave the community.

"Stop." A gentle voice came from behind.

Suddenly, he felt a steady and strong hand on his shoulder from behind.

"It's okay, Mr. Rorschach, I'm used to it, let me go..." Bablu was a little moved in his heart, but he still insisted on walking out.

He didn't want to be among these white people anymore, and it made him nervous.He wanted to return to a tenement house in suburban Brooklyn and stay with his mother.

"Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life? To be stepped on and humiliated and discriminated against all your life. Even your son and grandson will be insulted by their descendants?" The voice behind him is still so gentle, but the meaning behind it is for Bablu couldn't accept it.

He can tolerate being insulted and discriminated against by white people, but he cannot tolerate his descendants being bullied wantonly like him.

Just like his father who had been poor and timid for most of his life, but still faced life with a smile.When he was bullied by white gangsters more than ten years ago, he stood up to face more than a dozen white gangsters alone.

That was the only time he saw his kind father so furious. He tried desperately to stop those bastards like a wild beast, but his usually bloated body seemed extremely tall.

It was like a wall blocking him.

"Run Bablu, run!"

These were the last words he heard his father say. Even now, these words still linger in his dreams.

Therefore, he never stopped running away in his life. Even when he became a policeman, he was always timid.

Bablu clenched his fists, and the veins on his neck popped out, but he quickly let go: "Even if I don't want to do this, what can I do? This country just discriminates against us! And my skin color was already there when I was born. It’s doomed!”

After he said these words, he was like a deflated rubber ball, and his straight spine slowly stooped.

It seemed that he had reconciled with all the pain that had occurred from birth to now.

"Then go and change the world! Just like what Markin Luther King did in 1965, go and change the whole world!"

Bablu turned his head and found that the usually calm young man looked tired, but his eyes were as clear as steel and as firm as steel.

"Can I do it? I am different from you, Mr. Rorschach. I have no power, I am just a mortal..." Bablu avoided Rorschach's gaze and looked away.

Rorschach suddenly laughed softly, and then the laughter became louder and louder: "Yes, you can't do it. You are only a mortal, and you cannot fight against the whole world, even if this world is wrong!"

Suddenly, the laughter stopped.

"Old Hammer is dead. As a mortal, he charged like a god. For his daughter, he even dared to fight against fate!"

Rorschach raised his right hand, and in his palm was a gray-white crystal.

The crystals glowed faintly under the morning light.

Bablu took the crystal and was stunned. He just stood there blankly, looking at the sparkling crystal in his left hand.

"What happened last night...Why do I have no memory at all..."

A voice in his mind told him that this was Old Hammer, the old man who liked to smoke cigarettes and had a sad face.

"Hey! You dirty thing!" The strong man with a water drop tattoo next to him picked up a shovel.

"I'll give you three seconds to get out of here with this yellow-skinned monkey, or I'll smash your head in!"

The strong man was fierce, with a sinister smile on his face.

Bablu didn't move, just lowered his head and said nothing. Under his sleeve, his right fist was tightly clenched.

"Fake! Can't you hear me, you bastard?" The strong man stepped forward, looked at it for a moment, picked up the crystal in Bablu's hand, and smashed it on the ground.

The crystal fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. A small crack appeared on it, and it seemed that gray-white energy could be seen flowing in it.

Bablu stared blankly at the crystals on the ground and did not move for a long time.

He bent down and tried to pick up the slightly broken crystal.

As soon as his hand touched the crystal, a shoe stepped hard on the back of his hand.

The sharp crystal instantly cut his palm open, and blood dripped onto the crystal along the wound. A trace of gray-white energy entered his body and merged with the blood.

"Aren't you going to resist?" Bablu heard a gentle voice coming from beside him.

"Your dignity is trampled on by others, and your mentor's relics are insulted. You just watch like this?"

Bablu raised his head suddenly, clenched his teeth, and the veins on his neck popped out.

Like a vicious wolf, he stared at the strong white man in front of him, clenching his fists.

"Do you want to bite me? You bastard mutt!" The strong white man was not afraid at all and weighed the shovel in his hand.

Bablu said nothing, just stared at him, his eyes like a devouring beast.

"Come on, you worthless slave!" The white man arched his body slightly, took a step back and held the shovel.

Bablu used his hind legs to push hard, kicked off the ground, and jumped out like a wild animal.

The strong white man swung the shovel hard and hit him on the arm, making a muffled sound.

The entire arm was bent at a strange angle, and Bablu's hand was already fractured by this blow.

But the always timid black police officer did not back down. He still rushed forward firmly and threw the strong man to the ground.

Bablu opened his mouth wide, bit hard on the strong man's face, and tore off a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Ahhhh!"

The white man covered his face and screamed. Through his fingers, he could clearly see his exposed gums covered in blood and flesh.

Bablu didn't stop. He raised his uninjured arm, held down the strong man's head, and smashed it to the ground again and again.

Everyone around seemed frightened, and no one dared to take a step forward.

"You damn slave, let go of my brother!" A white boy suddenly rushed out of the room next to him, holding a shotgun in his hand.

Bablu stopped and slowly raised his hands.

The boy's hands were trembling, and he held the gun to Bablu's head.

"Raise your hands and kneel on the ground!" The young man kicked Bablu in the abdomen and knocked him to the ground.

Then, the surrounding onlookers began to commotion, and they seemed to be no longer afraid.

One by one, they rushed forward, kicked and beat Bablu, and cursed him with the most unpleasant curses.

Bablu waved his fists and fought back, but there were too many people. Countless fists and feet rained down on him, and the severe pain almost made him lose consciousness.

"Go to hell! You damn thing!" The boy kicked him hard again, then picked up the shotgun, pointed it at Bablu's head, and put his finger on the trigger.

"boom"

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, like an earthquake, and everyone fell to the ground.

"boom!"

There was another roar, and the floor of the entire street cracked instantly, and countless gravels were splashed and flying in the air.

The crowd turned their heads in horror and found that the young man with yellow skin, who had always been gentle and calm, was stamping hard on the ground.

"I don't care what you think of people of color, or your inexplicable sense of superiority. But who gave you the courage to kill me in front of me?"

"Ok?"

The voice of the Chinese young man was not loud, but when it reached his ears, it was like the roar of a lion from the east of the river, which made his eardrums hurt.

"Children should stop playing with such dangerous things!"

The young man walked forward slowly, held both ends of the shotgun with strength, and easily squeezed it into an iron lump. Then, high-temperature flames burst out from his palms, and the iron lump melted into molten iron, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

"Devil... you are the devil, you are Satan!!" the mother screamed, her voice full of fear.

The surrounding people also showed fear and did not dare to move at all.

Luo Xia looked around, looking at these worms who bullied the weak and feared the strong. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the smile on his face had no trace of warmth and looked extremely cold.

He lifted the strong white man high into the air and slammed it onto the ground, causing dust to fly everywhere.

The crisp sound of bone cracking echoed, and the strong man who was still groaning instantly lost consciousness.

"No, I am not Satan, please call me..."

"Tianshi!!!"