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“Merciful Father, I have fallen into a kingdom where I cannot see sin.”

——"Those who have not completed the New World Saints' Pledge"

When Link woke up faintly and regained consciousness, he only felt pain in his waist, swollen lips, and a vague aroma on the tip of his nose.

"Um?"

"Who am I? Where am I?"

After a moment of confusion, Link opened his eyes. Just as he was about to stand up, he found that he was tightly hugged by two white and tender arms.

Stretching out his hand and moving it away slightly, Link stood up and walked into the bathroom.

But looking in the mirror, there was nothing unusual about his body, but something felt wrong about his body. Link frowned slightly.

"Why do I feel so bald?"

(ω｀)

"Forget it, never mind."

Turn on the shower switch, and the warm water pours down from the overhead shower head.

After a simple wash, Link walked out of the bathroom, ready to go.

Looking at Louise lying lazily on the soft bed, Link's eyes were clear and without any impurities.

Slowly walking to the bed, the gentle and meticulous Link covered Louise with a quilt who might catch a cold, turned around and left the room.

After Link left, Louise immediately opened her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that she had the foresight. Fortunately, after a crazy night yesterday, she still managed to get up and clean Link. Then I fell asleep peacefully.

…

My name is Matt Murdock, I'm blind, and by day I'm a lawyer who lives in Hell's Kitchen, helping others with their legal cases.

But whenever night falls, I will transform into the "ghost wandering in Hell's Kitchen" - "Daredevil", severely crack down on those evil people, and save the troubled ordinary people.

The "precision shooting" that happened some time ago still seems to be a thorn buried in my heart, always lingering in my heart, with a cloud of doubts.

Because I don’t know whether behind this is my lifelong enemy “Kingpin”, the minion “Bullseye” sent by me, or whether there is a new uninvited guest coming to Hell’s Kitchen.

A weird feeling always makes me feel uneasy. I am not sure what the consequences will be if I continue to pursue it, but what I can confirm is that I will not give up the pursuit...

Recently, Hell's Kitchen has become strangely quiet for some reason, perhaps because of the "Superman" who has made a lot of noise.

I don't like this guy. In my opinion, he is just a reckless man with no power.

Although he did indeed do some things to punish evil and promote good and eliminate evil, his methods were too rough and even cruel, which I cannot accept.

Human life is only once. No matter how powerful you are, you should not decide the life or death of others at will.

Once the powerful power is not restrained and is used arbitrarily and exerted on others, it will become a disaster.

Human nature cannot stand the test, and I don’t think anyone has the right to judge life.

This is what I, Daredevil, Matt Murdock, have always stood for.

Hell's Kitchen, New York City

As night falls slowly, crows howl on the telephone poles,

Matt Murdoch, wearing a political suit and holding a guide cane, walked slowly on the deserted street.

In the quiet night, it seemed that only his footsteps echoed in the streets.

After several twists and turns, Matt Murdock came to the corner located deep in the street.

Surrounded by various ugly, dilapidated houses with suggestive slogans and graffiti, there is a church in the middle.

The white walls seemed to have been recently painted, the path at the door and the weeds in the courtyard had been cleared away, and even the crooked tombstones and crosses had been repaired and tidied up.

Of course, Matt Murdock couldn't see all this with his own eyes;

Being blind, he could only make a rough judgment based on the faint smell of paint formaldehyde, the strange smell of churning soil, and the smooth road under his feet that he could smell with his keen sense of smell.

The guide stick is Matt Murdock’s extended senses, and it is also a weapon in battle.

It senses things that cannot be directly touched at close range for Matt.

"Crack-"

After knocking gently again, Matt confirmed that he had arrived at the church door.

He stretched out his hand and rang the doorbell politely. Soon, there was a sound inside the door.

Matt tapped the guide stick in his hand lightly with his finger.

"Four people, three of them surrounding the person walking in the middle."

With a creaking sound, the wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a gentle voice came,

"Hello, what can I do?"

Matt took the conversation naturally, and with some confusion, he took out a piece of crumpled paper from his back. It was a leaflet that had been distributed not long ago.

"I heard from a friend that this formerly abandoned church was going to be reopened, so I wanted to come here and have a look."

"In the same way, I'm a believer."

Matt Murdock's ears twitched slightly. He clearly felt that after he said that he was a believer, another figure standing next to him chuckled,

"Of course, you are welcome to come and pay homage."

The gentle voice of the leader continued to speak, and then motioned to the strong man on the side to help Matt Murdock - they also realized that the somewhat inexplicable guy wearing sunglasses in front of them was blind.

Inadvertently, Matt had some collisions and physical contact with the strong man responsible for supporting him, and felt the cold metal touch on his waist.

There is no doubt that these people are definitely not normal priests and believers.

Soon, Matt entered the church with a group of people. The number of people sitting in the church was much larger than Matt had imagined. There were at least hundreds of people who could be distinguished by Matt.

He even heard the voices of some of the criminals he had fought against.

Although these former criminals have now been released from prison, with so many people gathered here, it is difficult to imagine what will happen.

"Quiet, everyone, please be quiet."

As the volume gradually increased, Matt heard the familiar gentle voice,

By identifying the direction, he should be standing in front of the podium at this moment.

"I am the initiator and agent of this event, Joseph Moriarty."

"Of course, you can also call me Father,"

"I'm glad to see many new faces here. I believe we will soon become a family, brothers and sisters."

"Now, it is my honor to pay my respects."

"Celebrate! Our Lord: The Almighty, the Compassionate Sage, the only true God in existence, the Most Benevolent! The Most Good! The Most High! The Most Powerful King - Kal-El!"

"He has come to this place."

The lights flickered and finally focused on the center of the high platform. The cloak behind him floated slowly, and a figure descended from the sky. It was Link.

Although Matt in the audience could not see it with his own eyes, he was still deeply shocked by the words that still lingered in his ears.

He did not expect that these people who behaved strangely and were suspected of being a fanatical sect actually worshiped "Superman"! ?

Immediately afterwards, Link spread his arms and spoke with his low but undeniable firm voice,

"I'm so sad!"

"If you want to ask me why I feel sad, it's because I see some stubbornness in you that shouldn't exist in you!"

"I know that you are deeply angry about the slander and wanton spread of rumors by those stupid people some time ago,"

"but!"

"You stubborn people should not attack those newspapers and media. Although you disguised yourself well, you still left some clues!"

"This makes me worry about your lives!"

"Our real enemies are not them!"

"It's the greed and malice hidden behind them!"

"But this cannot shake our great heart to change this rotten world!"

"We will win!"

"What we said tonight may soon be forgotten..."

"But what we do will last forever!"

…

Matt Murdock, who was pale and already a little sweaty, felt as if the devil was whispering in his ear,

And this is not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is that he heard clearly,

Everyone around you, pay attention! All the people who had been sitting down stood up excitedly, raised their arms and shouted the name of "Kal-El".

They shouted with all their strength, and their hoarse voices were filled with the aura of fanaticism.

So much so that Matt Murdock, who was still sitting stiffly on the bench and silent, seemed particularly out of place.

I felt everyone looking at me this way, and gradually began to look dangerously.

Matt Murdock stood up slowly,

Even though he could no longer see clearly the face of the person on the stage with his naked eyes,

But Matt could still use his own mind to glimpse the ferocious face that hovered over the entire church.

The real devil is sitting on the throne, wearing a mask called hypocrisy, provoking people's thoughts with inflammatory words.

He looked at the believers below wantonly. Countless dark purple chains extending from His hands, invisible to the naked eye, were tied around the necks of every believer in the audience.

Playing with people's hearts at will, confusing right and wrong.

And he is just a weak "lamb" among the wolves,

Once discovered, Matt was certain and certain that he would be torn to pieces on the spot.

"I can't just collapse here, I need to continue to lurk!"

Matt muttered silently in his mind, gathered his thoughts, stood up, pretended to be too excited, raised his hands, and shouted loudly:

"New World!"

As expected, the strange gazes staring at him gradually softened, and the "believers" also stamped their feet excitedly and shouted:

"New World!"

"New World!"

…

After the "event" was over, Matt Murdock returned home with a flustered pace and some trepidation. Matt Murdock recorded what he saw and heard today in his own encrypted blind code.

I simply organized and analyzed the information currently in hand, and finally wrote at the end:

I have seen the "evil thoughts" hidden among the crowd, which are the "flowers of evil" born from human nature.

This huge gathering of power may bring about incalculable disasters.