Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

Sakata rubbed his hands together and said, "When guests come to room 303 at home, I usually bring them a glass of water or coffee. Oh, by the way, I like coffee, thank you."

Hiroto Sakurai felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, so he got up and made a cup of coffee for the person.

"Thank you!" Sakata picked up the coffee and took a sip. Hmm, it was instant, no sugar, and a bit bitter.

After finishing his coffee, Sakata began to look around Sakurai Hiroto's house.

After spotting a mirror not far away, Sakata got up and walked over. He looked at himself in the mirror with a narcissistic air and said, "Don't you think I look a lot like Takuya Kimura?"

"...Heh, heh heh, is this a new joke?"

"Tsk, you've got a really sharp tongue."

"No, no, Mr. Sakata, please don't misunderstand. I didn't mean to make fun of you, it's just..."

Sakurai Hiroto's voice grew softer and softer until finally, he said, word by word, "You said you were here to help me outside the door, but wasn't it to tell me how to die more easily and comfortably?" "Idiot, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean for you to die, I meant for you to live." Hearing this, Sakurai Hiroto immediately lost all intention of continuing the conversation.

Startled by Sakata's loud voice, Sakurai Hiroto looked up and was immediately stunned by what he saw. He stood up and said, "You... please go back. No matter how much you talk to me about life, I won't change." "I don't intend to talk to you about the preciousness of life, the joy of living, or any of those philosophical things..." "Please, please go back," Sakurai Hiroto pleaded in a low voice. "Idiot, listen to me, look carefully!"

The coffee actually floated up in the sky!

Chapter 290 The consequences of bullying honest people are terrifying!

"This...what is this!"

"Magic, or a TV special effect?"

"This isn't magic, nor is it a television special effect; this is power!!"

Sakata, wiping the blood from his nose, suddenly snapped, "Take your hand away!"

Curious, Hiroto Sakurai was holding the coffee in his hand when he accidentally touched it and felt the heat. He quickly pulled his hand away.

After the coffee incident ended, the skeptical Hiroto Sakurai experienced a series of supernatural phenomena, including an accelerated heartbeat and flying into the sky, defying gravity.

After Hiroto Sakurai truly began to believe that Sakata was a superpowered individual, he heard the other person say something else.

"I came to you to pass on this power."

"I was just like you back then, a pitiful kid who was bullied at school."

"But then I met that man, and he gave me this power. After I finished learning it, I went back to school and took care of all those guys..."

"Kill them all?" Hiroto Sakurai tentatively interjected.

Sakata didn't try to hide anything; instead, he directly and frankly said, "That's right, I killed them."

"Those scum deserve to die."

“Murder and all that, then you…” Sakurai Hiroto stared blankly at Sakata, thinking about the consequences of murder.

Seeing what Hiroto Sakurai was thinking, Sakata explained, "Don't worry, the incident was ultimately treated as cardiac arrest."

"Heart paralysis..."

Upon hearing this, Hiroto Sakurai immediately understood.

Sakata's superpower is undetectable by ordinary people, so even if he kills someone, it doesn't mean he can't detect it.

The police also have no evidence to prove that he is the perpetrator.

Thinking of this, Hiroto Sakurai immediately recalled the three guys who had bullied him at school.

"You know, I don't want to die, so I'll take care of them before they kill me."

"They're just a bunch of trash, it's no big deal to kill them, don't you think?"

Sakurai Hiroto swallowed hard, his fingers twisting tightly together. He finally nodded, agreeing with Sakata's statement: "That's right, I don't want to die. They want to kill me, so I have no choice but to kill them first!"

"Very good, that's what you said."

“In that case, let’s begin the lesson.” Sakata nodded with satisfaction at Sakurai Hiroto, then turned to look at the well-lit living room and asked, “Is there a darker place?”

"Let's go to my bedroom."

Around noon, Sakata left Hiroto Sakurai's house.

Before leaving, he taught Hiroto Sakurai two simple training methods.

First, you have to make the flame circle around your finger, then you have to control the dust so it doesn't scatter, and you have two days to complete it.

“I made some minor adjustments to your lower optic nerve and part of your basal ganglia.”

"Now get rid of those deeply ingrained ideas in your head."

"Humans can achieve this kind of superpower!"

"Don't think about what you can't do, but think about what you can do."

"Although you haven't noticed yet, I have already taught you the power."

After seeing Sakata off, Hiroto Sakurai didn't eat or drink for the entire afternoon, frantically practicing the two methods Sakata had taught him. The first was to wrap his fingers in the flame of a lighter; it took him three hours—and he succeeded!

Then, the dust was collected and kept circulating, controlled by mental focus. Four hours later, success!

Seven hours later, Hiroto Sakurai excitedly dialed Sakata's number.

"I did it! I did both methods you taught me!"

"Hehe, not bad, it only took seven hours to finish."

"What about the next step? How should I train from here?"

"No, it's like building muscle. You start with something light and control it, then gradually increase the weight you can control."

"In that case, I believe you will have gained some power by the next morning."

Upon learning that he had completed his apprenticeship in just seven hours, Hiroto Sakurai was overjoyed after hanging up the phone.

One person was jumping and bouncing around in the room, acting like a madman.

Of course, he was just happy.

The next day.

The light cord spun clockwise overhead, and with a single glance, the clock on the wall began to spin wildly.

Turning my head to look at the window, the tightly closed curtains suddenly opened automatically. Looking down at the eraser on the desk, as I focused my attention, the eraser shattered into pieces with a bang.

Hiroto Sakurai lay on the bed, looking at his arm. Every vein, muscle, and ligament was clearly visible. After looking at it for a while, Hiroto Sakurai even felt a little nauseous.

X-ray vision—this is a new ability that Hiroto Sakurai awakened a few hours ago.

He can not only see through his own clothes, but also see across a wall.

Of course, this X-ray vision ability has its limits. If used for too long, his brain will start to hurt and he will start to bleed from his nose.

"Is that so? You can see through things now. Well, it's time to make a move."

"………I."

"It's okay. Just think about how those bastards bully you all the time."

"Is it really okay to kill someone?"

"Don't worry, as long as you kill with force, there will be absolutely no problem."

Before leaving for school, Hiroto Sakurai made a special phone call to Sakata.

After receiving encouragement from the other party, Hiroto Sakurai hung up the phone and changed into his school uniform, which he hadn't worn for several days.

Before leaving, Hiroto Sakurai subconsciously turned on his computer and browsed the forum post where he had posted his suicide.

When he saw a netizen named 'Pork Rib Soup' who was the only one among a group of netizens who were criticizing him and forcing him to commit suicide, Hiroto Sakurai was moved and hesitantly sent a message to it.

Of course, this is also why it left a message saying that if it is not dead, please contact it.

On a whim, Hiroto Sakurai sent a message to the netizen named 'Pork Rib Soup' that he was still alive.

In less than a minute, the netizen who posted the pork rib soup replied to Hiroto Sakurai.

Soon, the two people on the internet started chatting across their computer screens.

Finally realizing that the time was about right, Hiroto Sakurai unilaterally ended the chat, shut down his computer, and left home.

At school, everyone in the class was surprised and secretly mocked Sakurai Hiroto, that pathetic wretch.

I could feel the way everyone looked down on me, even with hostility and contempt.

The homeroom teacher opened the classroom door and walked in, and was quite surprised to see that Hiroto Sakurai had actually come to class.

But he only asked one question and then didn't pay any more attention to the pregnancy.

After the first class ended, one of the three students sitting behind Sakurai Hiroto, a blond student, stood up and roughly grabbed Sakurai Hiroto by the back of his collar, lifting him off his seat.

Taking advantage of his tall stature, the blond student maliciously hooked his arm around Sakurai Hiroto's shoulder and said, "Come on, Sakurai! Let's talk in the restroom! Hahaha!"

As soon as the blond man made his move, his two henchmen immediately got up and followed suit.

Almost everyone in the classroom watched with schadenfreude as Sakurai Hiroto and his trio walked away.

In the corridor, no one would help him, and no teacher would care about the matter.

Hiroto Sakurai was taken to the men's restroom alone. After the restroom door was closed for a break, when it opened again, Hiroto Sakurai, who came out with a bruised and swollen face, was no longer followed by the trio.

Shortly after, the school reported the deaths of the three students in the boys' restroom to the police.