Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

metropolis.

Above the heads of the people in this city is an endless "orange-red" sunset.

The sound accompanying Jino was like a gentle breeze, and seemed to fill every part of the high-rise residential building like air.

Everyone heard Gino's voice.

Abrupt and uncontrollable, like a silent wait before gaining something in a bad life that makes one ecstatic, everyone fell into silence.

The whole city seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.

A strange thought quietly emerged in the hearts of countless ordinary people: they wanted to shout loudly and cheer wantonly.

The whole city comes from the pilgrimage technique that angels like to use most when they come to the world.

As harmless angelic magic seeps into everyone's heart,

It was like a rustling sound coming from the middle of the night. Inexplicably, the voices of countless people were intertwined together, like a grand performance.

"Geno Luther."

The sound sounded slightly, chaotic and disorderly.

Except for Clark and others who were hiding in the high-rise building, the people's limbs were stiff, but their eyes were wild and they raised their arms.

"Geno Luther!"

The city cheered again,

The originally noisy voice became louder and more orderly.

They were grand and neat, and their almost roaring sound seemed to overthrow the entire city. It was as unbelievable as a second-rate scientist saying that everyone on the earth jumped at the same time and the earth would be destroyed.

The glass was shaking and the ground seemed to be shaking.

The mountains roar and the tsunami roars,

Thousands of people chanted.

Loved by everyone.

The whole city began to boil and burn at the boy's words!

They cheered Geno Luther's name.

They sang the praises of Keno's achievements.

The sound was like a fighter plane roaring from the sky. The sound waves spread from all directions and echoed throughout the city.

This sound naturally also fell on the ears of Iniyi, who lost his eyes and his hearing became sharper.

At this moment, in the deep pit full of cracks and cracks, Clark was lying slumped on the ground with a decayed expression.

Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is that others are more successful than you.

Once upon a time, a long time ago,

The scene that Clark had looked forward to for countless days and nights was actually happening in front of him. People cheered the name, but unfortunately the protagonist in their mouths was not him.

He twisted his neck with great difficulty, and his slightly aged middle-aged face was full of fatigue: "I lost, right?"

"Huh." Clark relaxed, as if the burden on his shoulders was suddenly lifted, and breathed out gently, he said, "Maybe the real me died long before Louise and the child died."

He who is alive now is just an emotionless body. In the end, his ideal failed and his hope was shattered.

The battlefield, which was in a mess and filled with gunpowder smoke, was already surrounded by people at some point.

Headed by Jino, the people standing in sequence surrounding the young people are:

A limited version of Clark, a local boy with complex expressions.

Diana had a slightly regretful look in her eyes and crossed her arms with an expressionless face.

And Batman is hiding at the end and watching secretly.

People seemed to be watching, but also seemed to be indifferently watching the end of a loser and a tyrant.

"I'm going to kill him."

Diana doesn't speak much cruelly, she maintains her thousands of years of fine Amazonian tradition, and never misses an opportunity to hit the enemy with last hits.

"Wait a minute." Batman in the corner suddenly spoke. He pursed his lips and looked at Gino: "Your leader promised me to leave him to me."

Listening to Batman's words, Gino didn't say anything, but he guessed Batman's intention with just a slight guess.

It's like Batman in every world has persecution paranoia and suspicion of conspiracy theories.

After witnessing his group's almost arrogant attitude and behavior in intervening in the conflict of his world.

This middle-aged Batman may have some sense of crisis in his heart.

The Superman of his own world is indeed hateful.

But in the face of the threat from outsiders, it is obvious what choice Batman will make.

He would choose to keep the tyrant Clark behind to deal with threats from other universes.

"Batman, what do you think?" Suddenly, Gino suddenly asked the silent Batman in the team.

"I want to hear your thoughts."

Listening to Gino's words, Batman's eyes under the bat mask narrowed slightly. He felt that Gino might want to prove something.

So how should he answer?

A show of mercy or a death sentence.

These chaotic thoughts flew through Batman's mind. In just a few seconds, he gave his answer: "Maybe we can vote."

Sleek bat, cunning bat.

Unable to figure out Geno's intentions, he chose to kick the ball out.

"interesting."

Gino smiled, seemingly not surprised by Batman's answer.

The young man yawned: "Then let's vote by a show of hands."

It's still the same person, just a different scene.

With the heat wave hitting his body after the nuclear explosion, Gino said: "Those who agree to execute the tyrant Superman, raise your hands."

With almost no hesitation, Wonder Woman was the first to raise her right hand.

Clark pursed his lips. At the critical moment, the kindness in his heart made him feel that his right hand was so heavy that he could hardly lift it.

Diana glared at Clark with hatred, and had a deeper understanding of Clark.

Compared with the Clark who fell in the pit, the Clark in his own universe was as kind as a little girl.

"Then, those who oppose the execution of tyrant Clark, please raise your hands."

Without letting Gino hesitate, Batman slowly raised his right hand.

"Interesting, the current situation is one to one." Jino covered his mouth and yawned, shaking his head with emotion: "So now, the decision-making power falls into my hands again?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Jino tilted his head expressionlessly, looked at the figure lying in the pit, and said with a chuckle: "Let him decide for himself."

It was an absurd, yet seemingly wise decision. After hearing Gino's words, the middle-aged Batman couldn't help but tense up. The slightly tightened corners of his mouth showed that the other man was not at peace at the moment.

He expected almost everything.

For example, Gino might go back on his word, or he might show kindness and save Clark's life.

But he never thought that Geno Luther would ask Clark to answer this question.

This is as ridiculous as asking the perpetrator to decide whether he is guilty or not.

But because of this, Batman's heart is filled with despair.

Because he knows Superman, he knows Clark.

When ordinary people face the question of life or death, they will choose the former without hesitation.

But for Superman, this proud existence, he will never allow himself to live in this world.

As if confirming Batman's inner guess, Superman lying in the pit showed a sad smile. He stood up tiredly, straightened his chest, and tried his best to behave like a warrior.

He said, "Come on, I'm ready to die."