Rise of the Lord God of Marvel

"Who are you?" Kidd looked at the half-swineherd, half-human guy in front of him and asked sharply.

Claude placed the cat in his hand on the table, looking a little sluggish, "It's just a descendant of Delapore who has been cursed by Delapore's secrets for thousands of years. He wants to die but can't, and can't live."

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?!" Kidd still had some doubts in his heart. Claude's situation was indeed very bad, but it didn't seem to be as bad as he said.

"Because you are the only one who has touched the altar, I can only bring you here." Claude explained, the right half of his body became more swollen, and his tone became more urgent.

"I don't want to die like a real Draper, I want to die like a human being, a normal human being. Those rats, those sneaky rats shouldn't be hanging around my body forever, can you help me!

can you help me!"

The more Claude spoke, the more excited he became. The surrounding walls began to squirm again, and the cat on the table was already suppressed by his extremely swollen body and could not make even a single sound.

Kidd let go of his right hand, and the last light emanated from his palm and spread around.

After another trance, Kidd returned to the window, everything was as usual, as if it was just an illusion.

Turning around again, the room was still the same, except that there was an extra book on the table where the flashlight was placed.

On the cover of the book, there is a person huddled in a dark corner. In front of this person is a corpse. The abdomen of the corpse has been dug out with a big hole. An old black cat is helpless.

He lay on top of the man's head, grabbing his hair with all four limbs, as if trying to lift him out of there.

Squeak, squeak, the noisy rat is here again, but Kidd, who has experienced it many times, can clearly tell the difference between the rats these times.

Under the impact of the rats, the door began to slowly open toward the inside.

As soon as a small gap was exposed, Kidd kicked the door directly. The suddenly closed door trapped many mice that got out of the gap.

But the number of these dead rats was nothing compared to the ones outside the door. These annoying and disgusting animals began to bite the wooden door in front of Kidd.

The sound of creaking continued from outside the door to the inside of the room. Kidd frowned. The door was not particularly thick, and according to the attack methods of the rats outside, no matter how thick the door was, it would be destroyed by these animals.

To be bitten through.

Meow~

A cool cat meow seemed to come from behind Kidd. This sound gave all the mice the aura of natural enemies, making these guys who were not afraid of death suddenly become much quieter.

Kidd looked back and saw old Nigelman lying on the page of the book, looking at him lazily.

The two black pearl-like eyes were so smart that even Kidd could read the meaning from their eyes.

The rats that had been stagnant for more than ten seconds slowly resumed their riot, and the squeaking and gnawing sounds started again.

Kidd was still hesitating. Old Nigelman's meaning was very simple. He could help Kidd get rid of this annoying rat that disturbed his dreams, but in exchange, Kidd had to complete Claude's commission and let those

The even scarier and more disgusting rat disappeared from Claude's body, leaving Claude to die like an ordinary person.

Is this option still worth considering? Of course Kidd rejected the old Nigelmann.

Even if there were several times more rats at the door, they would never be more terrifying than those guys hanging around Claude, and Claude himself was a very dangerous existence.

It can be seen from that short contact that although Claude wants to stay calm and rational, no matter from which aspect he looks, he is already crazy. The occasional moments of clarity may also be attributed to the old man.

Nigelman.

The rats' attacks became more and more fierce, but I don't know whether it was due to the rules or their IQ. Their attack surface was only the door of the room, and none of them would climb up the window.

Of course, it is also possible that there is something in the darkness outside the castle that makes these mice afraid.

Kidd holds a shock bomb in his hand. This thing can knock out the first wave of beasts the moment the mouse breaks in, buying Kidd some time. If it is not necessary, Kidd will

I don't want to take the risk of rushing into the darkness again.

After reading the entire Book of Mysteries, Kidd already knew how dangerous his actions yesterday were. Being able to safely return to the castle again was a blessing in disguise. If it weren't for the attraction of the cellar, it wouldn't be possible to stay in the castle any longer.

After staying outside for a while, Busujima Saeko can come directly to help him collect the body.

Woo~meow!

Old Nigelman suddenly yelled. The mice outside the door first stopped when they heard the sound, and then they all ran away to an unknown place.

Kidd put down his leg against the door and looked at old Nigelmann, wondering if this guy wanted to buy or sell by force.

Just when he was judging the cat's belly with the heart of a villain, old Nigelman glanced at Kidd, his eyes full of perseverance, then turned around and slowly got back into the book.

After moving something to block the door, Kid slowly walked back to the window. To be honest, he felt like he was crazy because he could see perseverance in a cat's eyes.

Kidd was looking at the thick night outside the window, but what he was thinking about was the book behind him, the book that contained all the hopes and despairs of old Nigelman.

'Don't think too much, don't think too much, it just wants you to help its owner. You are Kaitou Kidd, how could you be fooled by this method?'

Kidd thought as he patted his face.

In my mind, the expression on old Nigelmann's face when he got into the book kept repeating.

'Maybe I do need a cat? Then I don't have to be afraid of fish anymore.'

Kidd suddenly had an idea.

'As for the cat, old Nigelman looks really good. Why don't we get to know him. He should be dead long ago anyway and can't be my cat. That way I can just reject him.'

Kidd walked towards the table while making excuses for himself.

'And how can a phantom thief owe a favor to a cat? Take a look at that book and treat it as a favor to him.'

Kidd finally convinced himself and sat down safely on the edge of the table, resting his hands on the pages of the book.

I don’t know what kind of material the book pages are made of, and it feels inexplicably disgusting to the touch. Just when I was about to open it, a meow came from the book.

Kidd was stunned for a moment, then patted his face. Why was he inexplicably hysterical again? Even if he wanted to watch it, he shouldn't watch it now. Isn't it appropriate to watch it in the morning?