The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

Katie stepped forward, her personality exceptionally cheerful and carefree.

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

Katie didn't choose one of the empty seats. Instead, she walked nimbly like a cat with her hands behind her back to the seat in front of Leon, leaned down and winked at the Asian youth, "Handsome sir, may I sit in your seat?"

"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 the fragrance, picked up the books from the desk, and sat down in the empty seat behind him.

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 began 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 people, except for a few top students, were starting to doze off, a series of exclamations suddenly came from inside the classroom.

"Oh my god~ What's 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 the Twin Towers won't be able to be crashed into by them again."

There was a sudden commotion in the classroom.

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

Leon thought he might be seeing a small black dot draped in the Stars and Stripes fly out of the plane, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

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

Speaking of the Stars and Stripes man, Leon suddenly felt an urge, wondering what would happen if he drank the whole bottle of Compound V.

After all, while the Wittrum bloodline has high damage with both the left and right punches, the fact that he can't shoot lasers into his eyes just 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 rugby team practice today, so after handing his homework to Gwen, Leon picked up his schoolbag and headed home.

Leon became interested in compound five. 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 turned the steering wheel and executed a spectacular drift, the tires screeching as they scraped against the ground.

As the speedometer on the car 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 Witrum, would survive a car crash at this moment. "Hey, driver, slow down!"

"Also, 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 this isn't the direction of your house. It's a matter of life and death, so just bear with it for now!"

Leon's mind inexplicably conjured up images of gang warfare and supervillains. "What's the point of having superheroes if there are supervillains?" he thought.

"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 further, transforming into a streak of lightning.

Leon dared not speak now; he did not want to become the first Wittrum to die in a car accident.

……

The short 15-minute drive took the driver to the outskirts of the city, where he abruptly stopped the car 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 lowered his head and touched the distress watch.

If all else fails, he has a trump card—Emperor Wittrum Summoning!

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

Leon followed him in furtively and found the driver squatting in front of 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 am I supposed to do?”

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

"So what exactly is going on?"

Leon also squatted down in front of the small window and looked inside. When he saw what was inside, he almost threw up.

Several female prisoners, their faces as pale as the white walls, with yellow teeth and wearing 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 array 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?"

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

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

While the driver was still struggling with his decision, the female prisoners inside the cell had already begun their new activity.

A bucket of cold water woke the priest up.

The priest awoke to find his hands and feet bound to a chair, and struggled, shouting, "What do you devils want?!"

Several female prisoners lit all the white candles around the six-pointed star on the ground, surrounded the priest, and uttered special syllables, a language from hell, like the roar of the Virgin Mary from hell.

"God, leave this body!"

"Do not!!!"

The priest stretched his neck and let out a terrified howl.

"Oh no! The devil is holding a ritual to expel the power of God from John's body so he can take over his body!" The driver was frantic.

"What? Exorcising gods? Isn't that exorcising demons? What kind of reversal of the Heavenly Principles is this?" Leon was also baffled by this outrageous move.

The female prisoner continued to roar, "In the name of Satan, I command you to leave this person's body!"

He pulled out an inverted crucifix and pressed it against the priest's forehead, instantly producing a sound like a branding iron and emitting puffs of white smoke. The priest screamed in even greater pain.

“My Father in hell, lead us away from temptation and save us from evil.”

"Sprinkle with demon blood, and you can avoid the holiness of the angels."

"Father, Son, Holy Spirit, do not forsake me—may your will be done, and may divine justice fall upon evil spirits!!!"

At first, the priest was in great pain when the female prisoner was sprinkled with the devil's blood. Then the priest suddenly began reciting the Bible and started a magical counterattack.

As the next syllable fell, the power of God erupted, shattering the windows and sending several female prisoners flying.

The demon's clones were all shattered, and the possessed female prisoner lay motionless on the ground. Only the female prisoner possessed by the demon's main body was able to stand up.

"The Ninth Level of Hell commands you."

"The power of Christ drives you!"

"Evil commands you!"

"The Holy Spirit commands you!"

"The fires of hell command you!"

"The power of Christ commands you!"

"Evil commands you!!!"

"Heavenly Father commands you!!!"

The two spoke at once, neither willing to fall behind; one spoke the words of the devil, the other the decree of God; neither could prevail over the other.

They were unable to expel the power of God from the priest.

Enraged, the female prisoner grabbed the priest by the neck, intending to strangle him to death.

Today's exorcism ceremony has really shattered Leon's traditional understanding of the exorcism world.

Little did he know, an even more unconventional exorcist was yet to come—a guy who could make Satan light his own cigarette.

"Oh no! Father John is about to be strangled!"

The driver recklessly climbed over the wall, took out several crosses from the large package he was carrying, and threw them at the female prisoner.

Unfortunately, the driver didn't possess any divine power, so throwing these crosses at the female prisoner had no effect whatsoever; instead, it attracted her attention.

With a snap, Father John's neck was broken, and his soul returned to heaven, thwarting the devil's plan to possess the priest.

The devil was enraged and vented all its resentment on the only two living people present, lunging at the driver and Leon.

The driver and Leon took off running, while the female prisoner, like a human spider, clung to the ceiling like a gravity-defying creature, giving chase.

"Hey, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

Leon had already placed his hand on his watch, ready to summon his father at any moment to show the devil what a real devil was.

"Wait a minute, let me think." The driver frowned and pondered. They had a long-standing cooperative relationship with exorcists and had seen a lot, so they had some experience.

"Have you figured it out yet? Hurry up and catch up!"

The female prisoner's physics-defying climbing method was so fast that she was almost caught up in just a few words.

"Wait, don't rush, it'll be quick."

The driver racked his brains, sweating profusely, and finally gave a sad smile, "I've thought about it, there's no way."

"I'm sorry, child, I'm afraid I'll have to drag you down with me and die here today."

Damn, can you stop breathing so heavily?

Why pretend to be a big shot when you're already doing this?

Leon wished he could conjure up a cream pie right now and smash it over this man's head.

"Roar~!"

The female prisoner leaped down, her body swooping down from the ceiling like a giant spider.

Without any hesitation, Leon pressed down on the watch.

bang~

As he pressed the button, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet filled with holy water landed beside Leon, spraying holy water onto the nearby female prisoner. The demon immediately let out a scream and dared not approach.

In the dark corridor, a man dressed in a beige trench coat and white shirt, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a weapon resembling a grenade launcher in his hand, walked in with a nonchalant smile.

"Let me see who it is. It's just another piece of trash that escaped from hell."

"You know what? Every time I see you guys, it's like falling into a cesspool of durians—it's disgusting! So I'm going to stuff you into Satan's anus!"

Leon slid his hand away from the SOS button, canceling the distress call. Looks like a big shot has arrived.

As the exorcist passed by the prison, he clearly saw Father John's body, and was therefore in a very bad mood.

"It's you, Constantine!"

The demon was drenched in holy water, its entire body turning crimson, but its eyes remained fixed on the other, clearly recognizing the newcomer.

"Oh, it seems some little one knows me. That's wonderful."

Constantine tore off the pendant from his neck and held it in his hand, thus gaining the power to harm the demon.

The female prisoner roared and charged forward, but Constantine advanced instead of retreating. The two clashed, and Constantine delivered a heavy punch to the female prisoner's chin. Instantly, a black demonic phantom screamed as it flew out of the girl, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.