Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

“But how is this possible?”

It was past 12:00 in the evening when I walked out of the bar. Under the dark night, a lonely full moon was hanging.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the ground, as if it had covered the earth with a layer of light silver robes.

Beautiful and sad.

Walking on the country road, listening to the subtle sounds of insects in the grass.

Jesse kicked a toad that was blocking the road away,

countless chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind.

Just a few minutes ago, after several experiments, he finally accepted that he had the ability to say what he wanted.

“So the guy called Genesis you mentioned is the source of my superpowers, right?”

Jesse looked carefully at the blond boy walking in front of him not far away.

“Yes, the little guy named Genesis, a creature born of angels and demons, whose existence even makes the God of your universe feel afraid.”

Walking on the country road, letting the breeze blow on his cheeks, the boy’s eyes were full of memories.

The gentle breeze reminded him of the happy times he and Lex had in the small town of Smallville.

However, time has changed, and both of them are very busy and have not been idle for a long time.

"But why did he choose me?" Jesse pursed his lips. He knew who he was. Why would a waste who was idling, unlearned, and muddle-headed be chosen by Genesis?

"There are not so many ifs in the world, Jesse. Since you are chosen, you are the most suitable."

"But." Jesse tilted his head: "Shouldn't this thing belong to heaven? Won't someone take care of them?"

"Of course someone will take care of them, and they are here."

It seemed to confirm what Kino said. The next second, two white elites in suits, one beast and one fat, emerged from the grass in the countryside.

"Jesse, we are angels, you must hand over Genesis."

The thin man in the lead spoke first, without noticing Kino standing aside. After all, this man didn't seem to have any terrifying aura, and might just be an insignificant passerby.

"That's right, this thing doesn't belong to you. It belongs to heaven and will be recycled by our heaven."

"Hand it over?" Jesse shook his head quickly: "I don't want to hand it over!"

Just kidding, such a powerful superpower, I haven't played enough, how can I be willing to hand it over to these two angels?

"And how do you prove that you are angels?"

Jesse was cunning: "The Bible says that angels have flawless wings and extraordinary heavenly magic."

"But you."

Jesse's eyes swept over the two of them. These two guys didn't have handsome looks, perfect bodies, or even wings that symbolize angels.

In short, it's like a product produced by a third-rate factory on a low-quality assembly line. Not only does it look cheap, but the quality is also poor.

Hearing Jesse's words, the two expressionless angels suddenly showed an embarrassed look on their faces.

Wings? Heavenly magic?

Come on, they are just low-level angels and don't have the authority to have a pair of wings.

It seems that God cut corners when creating them. Apart from being able to resurrect infinitely, these guys don't have anything outstanding.

Moreover,

They are just the lowest-level angels who are responsible for handling the dirty work in the human world.

And the worst thing is: I don’t know who the management of heaven learned from, there are damn performance indicators every week.

Angels who fail to complete their tasks will face the risk of being optimized.

"Sorry, but we are really angels."

"If you don’t hand it over, we can only take some violent means."

Jesse didn’t care, and raised his arms with full fighting spirit: "Come on, let me see how powerful you are!"

The two looked at each other, no longer hesitated, and roared to charge at Jesse.

"I said, stop!"

Jesse roared at the two.

The next 1 second, it was like an invisible wave from Jesse to all around.

The two angels kept their legs raised stiffly, and embarrassed looks appeared on their faces.

Unable to move at all, their bodies were stiff.

He was busy looking for Jesse, but forgot that he had Genesis in his body.

What should I do now?

The two looked at each other, and both saw embarrassed looks on each other’s faces.

The product of angels and demons is obviously not something that low-level angels like them can contend with.

"So, what should we do next? Kill these two guys? But they are angels." Jesse saw that he had controlled the two angels, and for a moment he was at a loss.

"Killing them will only make them return to the world. Conventional physical means can only kill the bodies of angels, but cannot erase their souls."

Kino told Jesse about the origins of these angels.

"You seem to know a lot." Jesse looked at Kino deeply. He dropped out of school and mixed up in society since he was a child and understood a lot of social principles.

Moreover, for a powerful existence like Kino, Jesse believed that everything he did would not be done out of interest.

Under his actions, there must be bigger secrets and plans hidden.

"It has nothing to do with you. We each get what we need, Jesse." Kino smiled, not caring about the temptation in Jesse's tone.

He came to this world, naturally with his plan.

After letting Tony build the Iron Man Armor, the boy began to plan how to further enhance his strength.

So he came to the Missionary Universe.

After all, the God of this universe can be found, unlike other universes, where you can't find God at all.

"Okay, then you two will dance the Brazilian dance here for a week!"

Jesse didn't care about Gino's plan, and gave the Holy Word to let the two dance gorgeously on the spot.

Ignoring the two dancing clowns, Jesse dragged his slightly tired body back to the church.

He really didn't understand why things happened like this.

And before Jesse's stool under his buttocks was warm, a shrill siren sounded outside the house.

"Jesse!"

A sheriff walked into the church, and at the same time he saw the blond boy standing under the cross of the church, staring at the church decoration with interest.

But Chang Chang obviously didn't pay much attention to the other person. He looked at Jesse and said, "Eugene hasn't come back for a day. Do you know where he went?"

Listening to the sheriff's words, Jesse, who was originally upset, suddenly widened his eyes: "Shit!"

He blurted out a swear word, and recalled that at noon, the boy kept pestering him and telling him about his inner distress.

Being annoyed by him, Jesse remembered that he had angrily said "Go to hell".

"No way." Jesse's face suddenly became ugly. Was the boy sent to hell by him?