Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Hello darkness my old friend~

I‘ve come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping~

……

In the dark factory, ethereal and distant singing echoed.

Roland sang a song, held his long knife upside down and made a clicking sound on the ground, and walked step by step deeper into the darkness, looking for those who were hiding.

"Die!"

A man appeared from behind the bundled wooden chair, holding a gun and pulling the trigger, shooting left and right.

Exploding sparks and continuous flashes of light mixed with gunpowder smoke and accompanied the man's hysterical shouting, breaking the atmosphere called fear created by Roland.

Coughing sounds continued, and the man's hand that pulled the trigger trembled and repeated mechanical movements, but he had already run out of bullets.

After the smoke cleared, he didn't see what he should have seen.

The body of that ghostly man.

"Fake..."

After muttering something to himself, a silver arc of light reflecting the subtle moonlight appeared on his neck. Between the flashes of light, blood flowed like a waterfall.

"Your last name shouldn't be Manfredi either."

After taking a look at the corpse on the ground, Roland raised his head, looked in the direction where Xi Cu's voice came from, and grinned with a big smile.

"Ah, I found you."

……

Inside the controller on the second floor.

Rohard bowed down like a mole, quickly retracted himself, and hid behind the console.

He didn't know what was special about today, why, or why he was so good, but suddenly a ghost-like killing star appeared.

That person really looks like a ghost...

No, that’s a ghost!

As a member of the Manfredi family, Rohard is not naturally suitable for family affairs like his other brothers and relatives. To put it bluntly, he is the kind of person who has little ambition and little talent.

He doesn't understand business matters, he doesn't know how to manage a company, violence... he doesn't have the strength either.

But his last name is Manfredi.

He was destined to do this and should do this.

Therefore, Rohard was arranged by the family to be the supervisor of this warehouse. After all, such a place still needs an absolutely trustworthy person to manage and supervise.

Rohard did a great job.

He remembered the key that his brothers told him, and on the day when he first needed to come forward to solve the problem, he shot and killed two workers with unclean hands and feet.

As the brothers said, even if you do such a thing in front of other people, those people will not dare to resist.

From that day on, Rohard understood what rights were, what status was, and what the surname he was born with represented in this city.

From that day on, Rohad transformed, and he quickly evolved into the same kind of person as his brothers with the same surname.

Fierce, cruel, condescending, and true to his word.

The king sentenced the prisoner to death because he was guilty. This was not a right, it was a law.

When the king knows that a prisoner is guilty, he can execute him or not. He can even make him a noble and choose someone to die for him. This is called right!

Rohard knew that he had this right.

The pleasure of controlling other people's lives and deaths fascinated him.

But today...

Something's not right about things today.

After having seen death and having personally held the power of life and death, Rohard never thought that these two words would one day appear in front of him in such a form, and that they would have such terrifying power, making him almost Peed my pants.

All of this was an experience brought to him by that ghost-like man.

He appeared so suddenly, started killing so suddenly, and killed almost half of the people here using that completely incomprehensible method.

Now, that ghost-like guy seems to have discovered him.

Just now, he glanced here. Rohard wished that he had seen it wrong, wished that he had never appeared here at all.

Maybe, maybe it's really a lie. It's so dark here and so far away over there. Someone shot at him just now. He shouldn't have the possibility to notice this place. Yes, it must be like this!

Then do I want to run, but how can I run, and where can I run, what if... what if he is still looking for me outside, haven't I fallen into a trap again!

I pressed the phone again, damn it! Damn it! Fak Fak Fak! The damn phone still can’t be reached! Why didn't anyone come to save me! Are they all dead? !

Even in this situation, Rohard still didn't dare to make any sound. He could only bite his fingers and clenched the phone angrily.

No!

I can't stay here and wait to die!

How long has it been now? Why is there no sound outside? Is there no one alive outside? Is he still out there? He must have left, huh! right! He must be gone!

When people are in despair, they usually imagine a hope that allows them to persist in living. Once they grasp this glimmer of hope, they will firmly believe that this glimmer of hope must be true!

After repeatedly persuading himself and cheering himself up, Rohard realized that his back was covered in sweat, and even the hand holding the phone was wet and sticky.

But at this time, it was too late to worry about so much. He quickly wiped the sweat from his eyes with the back of his fat hand. Rohard carefully controlled his breathing, opened his mouth, and propped up his fat body from behind the console. Slowly, slowly, like the morning sun emerging on the far horizon, his head was revealed, then his eyebrows, then his eyes...

It was pitch black and everything was silent. The factory that was brightly lit and bustling with people half an hour ago seemed to be dead now, without any light or life.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the smell of blood, mixed with the fragrance of wood and the smell of sweat, giving Rohard a...very awkward and unfamiliar feeling.

It was as if this was not the factory he had been in charge of for a year.

"No one, no one, no one..."

Rohard muttered silently, widening his eyes from left to right, trying his best to see every inch of the factory.

"No...no? No!"

With trembling lips, Rohard covered his mouth in surprise.

That ghost, that damn killer, he really left!

He was so surprised that he almost shouted out. Unknowingly, Rohard burst into tears and cried silently.

"Here you go, wipe it."

After taking the tissue that was handed to him, Rohard just put the tissue on his eyes and froze in place.

In the center of his sight, a guy dressed in black stood in front of the huge glass window of the controller with his hands behind his back, looking out.

"What are you looking for... Why didn't I see anything... What's the matter...

Oh. "

The man slowly turned around and his eyes widened in surprise: "You're looking for me!"

"Uh... ha, ha... ah... uh!"

Pointing at the black figure with a trembling finger, Rohard took a few quick breaths, his pants got wet, his eyes turned white, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Depend on!"

Roland pulled off his hood: "Are you scared to death?! Hua Q! Let me tell you, I'm not good at creating bullshit fear!"