Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Gray streets.

The cold wind blows up the autumn leaves.

"Wow~"

The maple leaves rustle against the street.

"Richie's house is right in the corner."

Constantine slumped his shoulders and pointed toward the innermost row of houses on the street.

"Um?"

Looking in the direction of Constantine's finger, Jino couldn't help but frown.

In front of a dilapidated apartment, I saw a few blurry black figures dancing and floating around the house.

They look like the god of death in mythology, shrouded in a dark white veil.

"grim Reaper?"

Zatanna also saw the reapers surrounding the door of the house.

"This man deserves to die." Zatanna looked at Constantine in confusion: "What are we doing with a dead man?"

"If my guess is correct." Gino smiled and glanced at Constantine with a stern expression: "This guy should have tricked this unlucky guy named "Richie"."

This is not an unfounded accusation, but Constantine is such a bad person.

He asks for something in return for everything he does. If he helps you, sooner or later you will be used by him, sometimes at the cost of your life.

"whee."

After everyone got closer, they seemed to sense the aura of strangers, and several death gods slowly turned around and stared at the group of people.

Under that mask were illusory faces.

"Constantine!"

The leader of the demon immediately noticed the sloppy man hiding in the corner among the three.

A sarcastic laugh came from their mouths: "Look who this is?"

"Deceive Constantine."

"Thought he was Constantine."

"The one whom heaven and hell despise."

I have to say that these gods of death are very good at scolding, but Constantine is obviously thicker-skinned.

He chose to ignore the insults from these gods of death.

Seeing that they could not let Constantine break through the defense, several Death Gods turned their attention to Zatanna and Gino who were traveling with them.

"Look at this girl, your heart is full of sorrow and heavy secrets. You can't accept the death of your loved one."

Zatanna's face turned pale when she heard the words of the God of Death.

Her father's death was a lifelong pain for her.

The gods of death shook their heads and looked at Gino next to the girl again: "Look at this blond boy again!"

"We can feel you.."

The Death Gods had not finished speaking, but they could feel the majestic magical energy in the young man's body, which was as vast as the galaxy and the universe.

"If I were you." Jino sighed, a golden warm flame lit up in his hand and burned brightly: "I would get out of here."

The magical energy from Lucifer is like a heavenly torch, containing a terrifying surge of energy.

The scorching energy fluctuations were as grand as the shining sun in the dark night.

"Me, my eyes!"

"What a powerful magic wave!"

Seemingly injured by the scorching sun, the Death Gods hurriedly scattered and floated high into the sky, screaming.

The howling wind brought by it made the eaves and windows rattle.

"Damn, who is making noise at my door!"

The violent noise woke up the owner of the house. A figure pushed open the door. His voice was hoarse: "I feel the smell of magic and the stench of someone!"

The figure slowly took a step forward, letting the moonlight shine on him, revealing a skinny body.

The flesh sank, almost sinking into the bones.

You can tell from his appearance that this guy is very weak, and maybe it only takes a gust of wind to blow him down.

"I once said that I don't want you to appear in front of me again." The man wearing glasses and leaning on a cane shook his head, his eyes falling on Zatanna and Gino.

"A magician, and the famous Justice League captain Geno Luthor."

The man weakly raised his arms: "I am happy to meet the hero who has saved the earth countless times."

"Thank you." Jino smiled and took the palm offered by the man.

"So, what are you here for?" The man named Richie tilted his head in confusion.

"It's for the Kashanti Key."

Constantine spoke first.

"I received instructions from a magic circle and need your tools."

The so-called Kashanti Key is a magic prop that can intervene in the spiritual world of others.

Magic can destroy as well as create, but the "dreams" in the major orders of the universe are not under the jurisdiction of magic.

"I'm willing to lend it to Mr. Gino and this lady." Rich smiled and glanced at Constantine: "But don't expect to touch this thing!"

He took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Gino.

This pink key feels slightly cold in the hand. Made of an unknown material, the bottom of the key is engraved with a medieval witch doctor mask statue.

Putting the key in his pocket, Gino heard Zatanna ask Richie curiously: "Why are you so weak?"

This sentence seemed to open Richie's conversational box. The man looked at Constantine with a sneer: "Because some damn bastard tricked me."

"I have been subjected to an unbreakable magical curse, damn Constantine..."

….

Farewell chatty Richie.

Jino led the two of them and only felt a pain in their heads.

"Zatanna, don't talk unnecessary nonsense next time." Constantine sighed and couldn't stop complaining.

"Shut up, it's not that what you did is too despicable!" Zatanna glared at Constantine.

"What to do next?" Gino interrupted the dispute between the two and went straight to the topic.

"Return to the Mystery House." Constantine sighed: "This kind of matter requires consulting a big boss."

"What do you mean?" Gino frowned.

"That's right, the guy who has the same heavenly magic as you."

Constantine smiled and winked at Jino: "Although your strengths are almost the same, the other person has lived for hundreds of millions of years. You can call him a walking encyclopedia."

…..

Return to the Mystery House.

It was still the familiar golden magic circle. Constantine rubbed his hands by mistake and threw a few pieces of rat meat and moldy cake into the golden magic circle.

"Lucifer?" Constantine smiled and continued to throw disgusting sacrifices into the magic circle, muttering weird spells.

Accompanied by golden light flashing.

"Crack!"

As if appearing out of thin air, above the eaves, black and scorched mud fell from the ceiling.

The familiar scene made Zatanna slightly in a trance.

I remember seeing this scene a few months ago.

A vast and dim power swept across the entire hall.

Jino took a step forward indifferently.

As she moved forward, Zatanna felt the difficulty in breathing dissipate.

"Geno Luther."

Wearing a white suit, a black-haired young man with a perfect figure and handsome appearance descended from the sky with his golden eyes open.

Stepping on the floor, he looked at Gino with a smile.

The man smiled evilly and opened his arms. When facing Jino, he acted as eagerly as an old friend he hadn't seen for many years: "Long time no see, why don't you give me a hug?"