Marvel: Starting with the forced creation of villainous characters

Chapter 90 The Deadly Game of the Demon Clown.

The Eternals are not normal life forms; to be precise, it is the Eternals sent to Earth who are not normal life forms.

That's why water spirits can't cultivate qi, and they can't even use other power systems.

Mark had a rough idea of ​​the reason. In fact, the Eternals were more like advanced robots created by the Celestials. Their bodies were fixed from birth, and they couldn't even grow.

Realizing he had inadvertently touched a nerve with the water sprite, Mark quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on it.

After all, what the water sprite cares about most is that its body cannot grow.

"Then I'll teach you," Mark said, and began to explain the method of cultivating Qi.

Mark recounted his experience while simultaneously attempting to cultivate his skills.

Mark didn't stop his commentary until almost evening.

Mindy learned the basics faster than Jessica, possibly because Jessica had a stronger learning ability, but Jessica was more talented, perhaps because of her greater physical strength.

Gas also has side effects, which are somewhat similar to the side effects of the Super Soldier Serum.

Qi can enhance a cultivator's overall physical qualities, but it can also amplify a cultivator's personality traits.

Simply put, a person who cultivates Qi will become more righteous if they have a righteous heart, and more evil if they have evil in their heart.

Mindy is alright.

Although he was quite bloodthirsty, he genuinely had a sense of justice.

Mindy: Although I kill many people, I know that I only kill bad people.

Jessica is similar. The fact that Jessica went through so much in the original story and was still able to become a superhero is enough to show that she has a very positive heart.

Mark wasn't going to tell Emma how to cultivate Qi; someone as inherently bad as Emma was better suited to learning white magic.

Forget about getting angry; Emma is clearly not suitable for that.

"By the way, where did Skye go again?" Mark asked.

Normally Skye gets up later than them, but today she got up exceptionally early.

Jessica shook her head: "I don't know. She's been acting all mysterious lately. I wonder what she's up to."

"I know," the water sprite suddenly interjected.

"Where did she go?" Mark asked.

The water sprite explained, "She met a group of people on the dark web, and they're planning to form an organization called something like 'Rising Tide.'"

"High tide?" Mark's eyes lit up; he had almost forgotten about this hacker group.

Having formed his own thoughts, Mark didn't pursue the matter further, but instead got up and returned to his room.

A short while later, Mark, who was controlling the phantom clone, arrived at Skye's RV.

Information Insight: "Skye, are you interested in Batman?"

Skye quickly typed a reply on the keyboard.

Bird Seeking Its Home: "I'm somewhat interested. What? Are you planning to reveal Batman's identity?"

The Insightful Analyst: "Many people are now speculating that Batman is Bruce Wayne, but we have no evidence, so we are preparing to breach Wayne Enterprises' firewall to find evidence that he is Batman."

Skye frowned and continued typing her reply.

A bird searching for its home: "Isn't this a bad idea?"

Information Insight: "Why? The public has the right to know the truth, and we are here to expose the true face of those masked opinions."

Bird Seeking Its Home: "Absolutely not! What you're doing will cause devastating trouble for those heroes."

In the past, Skye might have been fooled, but things are different now.

After all, she has two masked vigilantes in her family. Once the superhero's true identity is revealed, the criminals who were attacked by the superhero might retaliate against the people around him.

Information Insight: "Bird of the Nest, you've disappointed me greatly. We exposed these superheroes' secrets to prevent them from falling under government control."

Bird searching for its home: "————"

After Skye sent a string of ellipses, she stopped talking to this idiot.

I thought I had found an organization, and even found a like-minded person within it, but I never expected that this guy would be so brainless.

Mark, who was controlling the phantom clone, nodded in satisfaction after seeing this.

The saying "one is influenced by one's company" is indeed true. Skye has become much smarter after living with them for a long time, and at least she wasn't fooled by the hackers on the other side.

Superheroes and superpowered individuals are two different concepts.

Superheroes who fight criminals will inevitably face retaliation from those criminals. In such situations, exposing their true identities is tantamount to helping those criminals.

Skye knew this.

As for the public's right to know the truth?

Skye, her eyes darting around, immediately had an idea. She sent over the information about Lolita Island.

Birds Searching for Home: "I think these hidden truths are more important than the truths about superheroes, and we at 'Rising Tide' should reveal these truths."

After sending the message, Skye waited for the other party's reply in the carriage.

10 minute later.

Information Insight: "You bitch! Are you trying to kill everyone? Is this the kind of thing we can expose? Do you even want to live? You don't, but we do!"

Skye was furious that the other person dared to insult her, so she quickly typed a reply, but after she sent the message, all she got was a red exclamation mark.

The other party actually blocked her.

"Damn liars! All that talk about revealing the truth the government was hiding is a lie!" Skye cursed, pouting.

Mark's lips twitched slightly. He wondered if the Rising Tide organization could still be established without Skye, a core member.

In fact, according to the plot, the Rising Tide organization may not be targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D. until three years later.

However, the current Tide organization is just a small group of two or three people, far from growing to the scale it will in the future.

He had originally planned to take over the organization, but now it seems that even the Rising Tide organization might not be able to be reborn.

"Forget it, I'll just go find Batman instead."

After Mark finished speaking, his consciousness once again entered the demon clown puppet.

Batman hasn't been having a good time lately because he's been entangled with something dirty, like right now.

Bruce stared speechlessly at the Joker in front of him. These past few days, the Joker had been constantly causing him trouble. He had defeated the Joker time and time again, and even sent him to the police station several times.

But this guy goes in one day and comes out the same night; even if he goes in at night, he'll escape from his cell the next day.

Bruce realized that ordinary places couldn't contain the Demon Joker, so he had to use his money to his advantage—

Qian established a mental hospital specifically to house mentally ill criminals with superpowers.

The Devil Joker was the first resident of the mental hospital, but strangely, Arkham Asylum couldn't contain him either.

"I hate magic," Batman muttered to himself, then looked helplessly at the Joker.

At this moment, the Demon Clown was standing on a rope, the other end of which was a senator being hoisted away.

This senator was a political rival of a member of the Shadow Touch, so Mark invited him to join this impromptu game.

Mark, controlling the clown, chuckled and said, "Batman, let's have a gunfight. If you win, I'll surrender, but if you lose, I'll let go of your foot."

Well, this is a tribute to Azu.

After all, he's a senior who's just as handsome as me, so it's only right to pay him a respect.

Bruce nodded helplessly.

One thing is fortunate: the clown in front of us is not as dangerous as the Gotham Joker.

At least this guy always takes hostages one by one, and even when he robs a bank, he rarely harms innocent people.

Most importantly, the targets that the Devil Joker seeks seem to follow a certain pattern, unlike the Gotham Joker, who simply wants to create chaos.

Unfortunately, he failed to find the underlying pattern, so the Demon Joker succeeded again, using the senator's life as leverage to force him to participate in the game.

"bring it on."

The two approached the table.

Bruce stared expressionlessly at the demon clown across the table.

If it were a competition of gun assembly, he didn't think he would lose. After all, the Demon Clown was a magician, and he didn't believe anyone in the world could be both a science and magic master.

Mark took out a timer clock.

"This alarm clock will ring in ten seconds, and our competition will begin when the alarm rings. Whoever successfully assembles the gun first wins."

"If you win, I'll release him and obediently go back to Arkham with you. If I win, that guy will have to cosplay as a tomato falling from a great height today."

Bruce replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay!"

Mark placed the alarm clock on the table, and the two of them stared intently at the gun parts on the table.

Hey~

As soon as the alarm clock rang, Batman sprang into action, his hands almost becoming afterimages.

One second, two seconds, three seconds —

Batman, racing against time, suddenly realized that the Joker hadn't moved, or at least the gun parts in front of him hadn't moved. Just as he was wondering what was going on, the tip of a long gun was pressed against his throat.

"You've lost," the demon clown's eerie voice rang out.

Bruce: "???"

People are really speechless when they're at a loss for words.

Bruce's expression became incredibly complex as the gun was pointed at his throat. There was surprise, astonishment, and confusion, but more than anything, there was utter speechless rage.

Bruce, his lips twitching, stared speechlessly at the gun barrel pressed against his throat, while the Demon Joker leisurely held the gun barrel, watching him with a smile.

"You—" Bruce felt like he'd been tricked.

"A spear is still a spear, so you've lost." After saying that, the Demon Clown released his right leg.

"Aaaaaah!!"

A middle-aged man screamed in terror.

"Snap!"

Upon hearing that beautiful voice, the demon clown revealed a smug smile.

Mark seized the opportunity to control the Joker and taunted, "Batman, you can't save anything. You can't save your parents, you can't save this toy, and you can't save your world."

Enraged, Bruce threw his head back, braced himself with his left hand, and kicked away the clown's spear with his right foot. Just as he was about to bring the clown to justice, an unexpected event occurred. The clown who had just been standing opposite him had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a clown box that was emitting a terrifying laugh.

Bruce, his face dark, watched the disappearing Demon Joker, then turned and left the rooftop without a word.

In a rented room.

Mark looked refreshed after taking a sip of ice-cold cola.

Playing video games and teasing Batman when nothing's wrong, and developing dark forces when things get tough—life's getting better.