Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Times Square, New York.

The area had long been overwhelmed by angry protesters.

Tens of thousands of people held up all kinds of banners, forming a sea of ​​people.

On the platform, a fat man was holding a banner that read "Registration Bill Petition Group," shouting frantically:

"Get out of New York, you arbitrator!"

"Refuse to raise taxes! Give me back my hard-earned money!"

"Support the registration bill! Superheroes are not lawless criminals!"

"Take off your mask! Accept supervision!"

With each shout he made, the crowd in the march responded with a shout of his own.

The atmosphere reached its peak with each shout of slogans, and a frenzied emotion spread through the crowd, as if it were a grand religious ceremony.

They firmly believe that they are the embodiment of justice, the representative of public opinion, and are carrying out a great revolution.

However, none of them noticed the strange changes taking place in the sky above them.

The first to notice something was wrong were the television cameramen who were broadcasting live.

He glanced at the sky through the camera lens and froze instantly.

"What...what is that?"

Amid his exclamation, the crowd belatedly looked up and saw the terrifying red crack, and the six figures slowly emerging from it.

They were dressed in classical and magnificent attire, their expressions haughty, like gods surveying their own territory. Yet, what emanated from them was a pure killing intent capable of freezing one's soul.

The Heir Family, has arrived!

The leader, Moron, sniffed the air, a smug yet cruel smile spreading across his face:

"Is this really a universe where other things exist? The vitality here is so abundant it's intoxicating."

Heiress Bora looked down at the still frenzied and shouting protesters, her eyes like those of someone looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"What are they shouting?"

"That's not important." Demos revealed a bloodthirsty smile. "Based on my experience of destroying hundreds of universes, as long as we launch an indiscriminate attack on these fragile creatures, our delicious meal will surely come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Moron swooped down towards the most densely populated area below.

"Family members, I hereby announce that the appetizer session has begun!"

The moment he finished speaking, Molen had already appeared in the crowd.

His outstretched right hand seemed to transform into the sharpest spear in the world, piercing the hearts of more than ten people with a single strike, turning them into human flesh candied hawthorns.

"boom!!!"

Demos wasn't going to let Molen steal the spotlight, so he followed closely behind and swooped down.

He landed on the high platform in the center of the parade.

The fat man who had been gesticulating wildly on the high platform had his head blown off by a single punch from Demos.

Red and white substances were sprayed wildly.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The thunderous shouts and cheers came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stared blankly at the six demonic figures in the sky, at the petition leader who had lost his head and was still bleeding from his neck, their minds completely blank.

Viewers watching the live broadcast at home were also stunned.

"Is this...is this...special effects?" a girl asked, trembling.

The next second, screams from the audience answered her question.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

The silence was shattered in an instant, replaced by a terror that spread like a plague!

"Monster! Damn it, what the Arbiter said is true!"

"Run! Run!"

"Help! Someone please help me!"

The crowd erupted into chaos, with everyone desperately pushing and trampling on those around them, all in an effort to escape this death trap.

So-called "public opinion" and so-called "justice" are incredibly fragile in the face of the fear of death.

The signs they held were scattered on the ground, trampled to pieces by their hurried footsteps. The words "Judges get out of New York" on them seemed so ironic and ridiculous.

The massacre began.

The heirs revel in this killing game, each strike taking away a dozen or so lives.

Their actions are being faithfully transmitted to every corner of America through on-site cameras and drone footage.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Those who were mocking the arbitrators online just a few days ago for "alarmism" now feel a chill run through them, as if they have fallen into an ice cave.

Crisis...it's really here!

Moreover, it was faster and more ruthless than anyone could have imagined!

A middle-aged white man who was once dressed smartly was now lying on the ground in a sorry state. His designer suit was covered with countless footprints, and fragments of his internal organs were faintly visible at the corner of his mouth.

Now, he has only one emotion left in his heart: regret.

If he could turn back time, he would gladly give up his entire fortune to allow the Arbitrators to build a defensive system that could protect the entire city of New York.

Unfortunately... there's no going back in this world.

A mother holding her child collapsed to the ground in despair, watching a female heir walk toward her with a sinister grin, her eyes filled with endless regret.

She recalled that she had posted online just yesterday, cursing the arbitrator, supporting the registration bill, and saying that he was just spreading alarmist rumors.

Now, she knows she was wrong, she really knows she was wrong!

"I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

She was so frightened that she collapsed to the spot, with only one thought in her mind.

Someone, please save us...

Arbitrators... Superheroes, where are you all?

Opposite the mother and son, the successor, Verna, had raised her energy whip.

She's finally tired of this cat-and-mouse game, so it's time to get rid of these two weak humans!

slap~

The whip ripped through the air with a loud crack, and the mother and child, who had fallen to the ground, closed their eyes in despair at that moment.

But at this critical moment!

swoosh~

A streak of dark golden light seemed to tear through space, arriving in an instant at a speed beyond the limits of visual perception!

Verna's expression changed drastically. Her hunter's instincts told her that she was under deadly threat. Without thinking, she immediately changed her attack, turning her energy whip towards the approaching creature.

乒~

The long whip lashed against the black and gold armor, creating eerie ripples, but the masked man, struck head-on, remained unmoved.

Instead, he raised his hand and punched Fernana, sending her not-so-muscular body flying more than ten meters away.

The mother, who had closed her eyes and was waiting for death, waited for an unknown amount of time, but never felt any pain.

She then cautiously opened her eyes a crack.

Through the gap, she saw a tall and imposing figure standing in front of her and her child.

A soft white light was now shining from the man's hand.

Under the influence of this light, the wound on his son's knee healed instantly.

The iconic black and gold skull mask, though quite sinister, appeared incredibly sacred in the eyes of this mother.

The arbiter!

He really came!

Despite their staunch opposition and even hysterical insults, when they and their child were in despair, the other party selflessly rescued them...

Snapped!

Without any hesitation, the mother suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

I actually had doubts about the arbitrator's intentions before?

Do I even deserve to be called a human being?!