The Witrum of the Marvel Universe

Upon entering Midtown High School, a cacophony of noise and bustle immediately fills the air. That's just how teenagers are; they always seem to have endless things to say.

"So, tell me, who's more powerful, Superman or Homelander?"

"Of course it's Superman."

"Nonsense, they are clearly from the motherland!"

"In my opinion, the All-Round Hero is still the most powerful."

Leon looked at the last person who spoke, wondering who had such good taste, only to find out he had spotted a dark chocolate.

Chapter 2 Gwen and Her New Classmate

"...If I remember correctly, this woman's name should be Liz. Peter Parker actually has a crush on her. He has a unique taste."

Leon didn't mean any discrimination, he just couldn't bring himself to kiss the black woman, and the white woman was much prettier.

He couldn't compliment Peter's aesthetic sense.

As he entered the classroom, several vibrant young girls waved enthusiastically to Leon, revealing their ample bosoms and blowing him kisses.

Leon ignored them all and went straight to his seat.

With the blood of a Wittrum and the elite blood of Atom Woman, it would be difficult for him to be ugly even if he wanted to.

Looking across the entire high school, the only one who can rival him in terms of looks is Harry Potter, the Green Goblin.

"You're still as popular with girls as ever, Leon."

Leon's deskmate, a beautiful young girl with short, golden hair, was casually leaning on the table with her arms outstretched, revealing her cat-like waist.

Leon shrugged, indicating his innocence, and casually handed over the oil paper bag beside him. "Blueberry pie, I think you'll like it."

Gwen skillfully took it, took a bite, and said, "Mmm~ Auntie's cooking is still so good."

"What about my homework today..."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Due to the chaos in the world, Leon was unsure whether Gwen in this timeline possessed the abilities of a spider.

If it's the Sacred Timeline and most timelines, the other person is just an ordinary person. If it's the 65 parallel universe, the other person will probably become Spider-Woman Gwen in the future.

As long as it's not the Deadpool Gwen from the real universe, Leon doesn't want to deal with a chatterbox.

In short, the two are currently only in a transactional relationship: Leon provides breakfast, and Gwen helps him with his homework.

Having gone through two lifetimes of schooling, Leon had no desire to do that nauseating homework again.

As the bell rang, the previously noisy students quickly returned to their seats, and the homeroom teacher also walked in with a girl she had never seen before.

"Let me introduce you. This is our new transfer student who will be spending the rest of his high school years with us."

"Please introduce yourself, classmate." The teacher looked at the girl with short brown hair that was slightly curled at the roots.

"Hi everyone, I'm Catherine Anne Katie Pride, you can call me Katie."

Katie stepped forward, her personality remarkably cheerful and carefree.

"Alright, Katie, find an empty seat and sit down. Class is about to start," the teacher said.

Instead of choosing one of the empty seats, Katie nimbly walked to the seat in front of Leon with her hands behind her back, leaned down and winked at the Asian youth, "Handsome sir, may I sit here?"

"Oh, no problem, here you go!"

When had chubby Ned ever been treated like this by a girl, especially such a beautiful one? He was completely captivated by her fragrance, picked up the books from the desk, and sat down in the empty seat behind.

Katie playfully gave Leon a "V" sign and then casually sat down in front of him.

Leon frowned slightly. 'The name Katie...it sounds familiar.'

The course started soon.

The morning class was a history class.

Oh my god, can you believe it? America has a history of only about two hundred years, and there are even special history classes.

Just as half of the morning had passed, and most students, except for a few top students, were starting to doze off, a series of exclamations suddenly came from the classroom.

"Oh my god~ What is that? A plane has crashed!"

"Another plane crash? Could it be a hijacking?"

"That's just how the world is. There are always some global terrorists who have their eyes on our prosperous America. Unfortunately, this time they won't be able to crash into the Twin Towers."

There was a flurry of startled reactions in the classroom.

Leon also looked out the window and saw a commercial airliner falling from the sky, trailing thick black smoke.

Whether it was a trick of the eye or not, Leon seemed to see a small black dot draped in the Stars and Stripes fly out of the plane.

It must be an illusion; he hasn't awakened the Witrum bloodline yet.

Speaking of the Stars and Stripes man, Leon suddenly had an impulse to wonder what would happen if he drank the whole bottle of Compound V.

After all, while the Witrum bloodline has high damage output with both the left and right fists, the inability to shoot lasers from the eyes always feels like something's missing.

In just a short while, the passenger plane disappeared from sight and crashed towards the Pacific Ocean.

At 3 p.m., it was time for high school to let out. There was no football team practice today, so after handing his homework to Gwen, Leon picked up his bag and headed home.

Leon became interested in compound five, and because he was in a hurry to get home and look up information on his computer, he hailed a taxi on the street and gave them his home address.

During the incident, the driver's expression changed drastically after receiving a phone call. He then turned the steering wheel and executed a spectacular drift, the tires screeching as they cut across the ground.

As the car's speedometer sped up faster and faster, almost reaching 160 km/h, Leon started to panic a little. This was the city, after all.

He wasn't sure if he, an unawakened Witrumian, would survive a car crash at this moment. "Hey, driver, slow down!"

"And you're going the wrong way, this isn't the way to my house."

The driver slapped Leon's hand away, saying, "I know what I'm doing. I've driven cars that are faster than this."

"And if it's not in your direction, then it's a matter of life and death, so just bear with it for now!"

For some reason, images of gang warfare and supervillains flashed through Leon's mind. After all, what would be the point of having superheroes if there were no supervillains?

"Then you should drop me off first, I'm not riding in your car."

"I already said it's a matter of life and death, and we're running out of time. At most, I won't charge you for the ride!"

Cold sweat trickled down the driver's temples. He stepped on the gas again, accelerating even faster, transforming into a streak of lightning.

Leon dared not speak now; he didn't want to become the first Witrum resident to die in a car accident.

……

In a mere fifteen-minute drive, the driver somehow managed to drive to the outskirts of the city and slammed on the brakes, stopping right outside a prison.

America's prisons are mostly private, and this one in front of us should be one too.

Leon watched as the driver took a round backpack from the trunk and strode inside.

Leon hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist his curiosity and followed. He looked down and touched his distress watch.

If all else fails, he still has his ultimate move – Emperor Witrum Summoning!

Mark was able to arrive and rescue him in the blink of an eye.

Leon followed him in furtively and found the driver crouching by a small window, peering inside.

"What are you looking at?"

Chapter 3 Reverse Exorcism

The driver, who was already on edge, jumped in fright at the sudden sound. "How did you get in?!"

"You left me there, what could I do?"

"Okay, it's my fault. I'll take you home once this is over."

So what exactly happened?

Leon also squatted down in front of the small window and looked inside, but what he saw almost made him vomit.

Several female prisoners, their faces as pale as the white walls, their teeth yellow, and dressed in tattered prison clothes, were tying a priest to a stool.

The ground around them was littered with the remains of prison guards and doctors who had been killed.

These female prisoners are using their blood to draw an inner six-pointed star magic circle in the room.

And when they laugh, their mouths stretch all the way to their ears; they don't look like normal humans at all!

With their deathly pale faces, they looked just like female ghosts.

"Oh no, we're too late!" the driver said anxiously. "Father John has been arrested. What do we do now?"

"No, we must find a way to get the religious artifacts into Father John's hands."

"But how can I possibly be a match for the devil?"

While the driver was still struggling with his own internal struggle, wondering what to do, the female prisoners inside the cell had already begun their new operation.

A bucket of cold water woke the priest up.