Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Noon.

Jesse was still at the bar counter, with one hand supporting his chin and the other hand stretching out his fingers to turn the ice cubes in the glass out of boredom.

It was another day of living a life of drunkenness and dreams, and he always thought that his life would be like this.

Being a fake and unqualified missionary, eating and waiting to die, that's it.

Not good or bad?

While thinking this, the door of the bar was pushed open again.

"A glass of whiskey and a glass of milk."

The owner of the voice sounded a little young, and Jesse looked up casually.

A tall young man wearing a cowboy hat from the Wild West era walked into the bar.

It must be said that even Jesse, who liked to give everyone a middle finger, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this boy.

The reason was simple, this guy was too good-looking.

The young man sat next to Jesse, staring at Jesse with a faint smile on his face.

At the same time, Jesse suddenly found that his body was shaking wildly and couldn't help it.

At the same time, there seemed to be a voice in his heart urging him to escape from here.

Jesse felt puzzled. He found himself very scared of this young man whom he had only met once.

It seemed that the other person had some energy that he was afraid of, but he looked like an ordinary human being.

"Good evening, a glass for you."

Looking at the drinks handed over by the boy, Jesse was not polite. He raised his eyebrows and drank the wine in the glass.

"Jesse."

"Peter."

The bartender brought the drinks. The boy pushed the whiskey full of drinks to Jesse, but he took a big sip of milk.

The operation of buying milk in the bar made Jesse even more strange. He thought that this guy was really an interesting person, oh no, it should be said that he was a weird person.

"Hey, what did I see?"

It seemed that no matter where you go, there will be some annoying bugs and bad people around.

After seeing the boy order a glass of milk in the bar, several gangsters at the next table laughed mockingly.

"Kid, the bar is a place for drinking, not for you to drink milk!"

"If I were you, you'd better learn to be smart, put down that glass of milk, and get out!"

It seems that alcohol always paralyzes people's thinking, making them more chaotic and furious.

A few people at the next table stood up with a malicious look on their faces.

"Hey, what does it have to do with you what he drinks?"

Jesse was a little unhappy. Although the two had just met, he would never let these rubbish touch his new friend just because the other party invited him to drink.

"Jesse, this is none of your business, don't get involved!"

"Sorry, as a missionary, I like to meddle in other people's business." Jesse rubbed his neck, with a rebellious face.

The battle started soon, and Jesse showed his arrogant nature when he fought against four people alone.

Left hook and right hook, combined with footsteps, soon beat several people unable to resist.

"That's it?"

After knocking down one person with the last punch, Jesse smiled disdainfully.

What level? They are not worthy of fighting with him, Jesse.

"You should really run home crying and ask your mother for milk!"

Jesse laughed and shook his head and joked.

But, after hearing his words, the four people who were still lying on the ground wailing immediately stood up straight from the floor as if they were in high spirits, and then rushed out of the pub like crazy.

"???" Jesse looked confused, why did these guys run so fast?

It was not the first day that he and this group of people had fought, but today these people seemed to have something important to do at home.

"Tsk tsk, you have accomplished a feat again without knowing it."

On the other side, the boy who called himself Peter also finished drinking milk, and his eyes under the golden hair were full of mockery.

"What do you mean?"

Jesse was a little confused.

The other party did not tell the story directly, but said with a hint of meaning:

"Maybe you can ask the people around you how Mr. Ron, who prayed to you this morning, is doing."

Jesse scratched his head, and then asked the nearest well-informed man.

But the result was shocking to Jesse.

"You mean Ron? I don't know what went wrong with that guy this morning. He ran home, took a fruit knife, opened his chest, pulled out his heart and gave it to his mother."

"His mother was completely shocked after witnessing this terrible scene."

The man at the table shook his head with emotion: "Maybe it's another poor guy who took too many drugs."

"Ah?"

After listening to the man's story, Jesse was at a loss.

Open your heart?

"What does this have to do with me?" Jesse looked at the boy in confusion, trying to get inspiration from him.

"Have you forgotten," the blond boy smiled: "He asked you for advice this morning, and you suggested that he open his heart and talk to his mother."

"Then he did what you suggested."

Listening to the other party's story, Jesse couldn't help but widen his eyes, but quickly shook his head: "This is unrealistic. I'm not God. He will do whatever he says."

"Oh, although you are not, the power in your body can make you do this."

The other party smiled, looked at Jesse who was doubtful and said, "If you don't believe me, you can give it a try and see if what I said is true."

"Okay." Jesse looked at the boy and said, "Stand up and dance for me!"

There was no reaction. The young man still looked calm and indifferent, and was not affected by Jesse at all.

"Look, I just said it didn't work, you lie to me again!" Jesse's eyes widened and his face looked ugly.

He didn't expect that he actually believed the other person's crazy words.

"Is there a possibility?" The young man held his chin and smiled half-heartedly: "I am actually much more powerful than the thing in your body, so it does not have the authority to control me."

"Powerful? Who are you?" Jesse frowned.

"That's a good question, but it's just for your convenience."

"You can see me as Lucifer."

"Lucifer? Son of the Morning Star, the first dragon in the world, the first man under God?"

Although he is a half-hearted preacher, Jesse also reads the Bible, so he naturally knows who Lucifer is.

"So you change someone else."

Jesse nodded, looked at the bartender behind the bar, and whispered: "Buy me three glasses of whiskey."

It was no different from talking as usual, but the security guard's pupils shrank subconsciously, and then he brought three glasses of whiskey to Jesse's shocked eyes.

He didn't know how he took the drinks and drank them all, but the man could feel his heartbeat gradually speeding up and his breathing becoming heavier.

It turns out what the other party said was true!