I sparked a mysterious resurgence in Marvel.

Chapter 552 A New Beginning

Living and dying.

Existence and disappearance.

Sometimes, the boundaries between these two completely opposite states are surprisingly blurry.

Unlike the mortal world where the death of a person can be definitively determined by the demise of their physical body.

In the occult, determining a person's death is closer to metaphysics.

Cogito ergo sum.

In the mystical realm, as long as a conscious being can still think, it is considered alive and exists.

Even if his/her soul has been annihilated, as long as he/she still has a thought in mind, he/she has not completely perished.

Erin is currently in a kind of idealistic, ambiguous state, similar to "Schrödinger's cat".

You could say he's dead, but it seems he didn't die completely.

In the endless chaos, no one knew how much time had passed.

Sudden.

A faint glimmer of light illuminated the way in that almost eternal darkness.

Under that ray of light, Erin's thoughts gradually began to stir.

"I!"

"I am... Erin!"

In a daze, Erin's thoughts continued to coalesce, and more and more memories were "awakened" from their slumber.

In a daze.

A thunderbolt ripped through the chaos, and Erin suddenly recalled the scene of being swallowed by that dark sun.

"I... am dead?"

"Wait... I can still think, so it seems... it seems like I'm not quite dead yet?"

Between thoughts.

That faint light illuminating the darkness suddenly transformed into a vortex radiating terrifying suction, directly pulling Erin's consciousness into it.

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Hossman Cemetery.

In the dimly lit gravedigger's hut, in a black iron pot covered with unidentified stains, various unidentified objects mingled together, forming a pot of bubbling, unidentified substance.

Every now and then, one can see pale silver skeletons floating in the unknown liquid.

Suddenly.

As a glimmer of light fell from the void.

The unidentified object inside the black iron pot seemed to have been stimulated by something, and suddenly began to change drastically.

An invisible force descended upon the pale silver bones, arranging them in a specific order.

Followed by.

One by one, blood-red tentacles wriggled and clung to it.

Between the writhing of flesh and blood.

Delicate flesh, muscles, and even nascent organs rapidly formed within the skeleton...

Not long after.

That pot of blood-red, unidentified matter was molded into an infant by an unknown force.

Furthermore, once the baby was formed, it grew at a rate visible to the naked eye.

baby;

Toddlers;

child;

juvenile······

Not long after.

The baby in the iron pot turned into a naked teenager.

Wow!

After losing the support of some unknown mysterious force, the iron pot beneath Erin could no longer support the weight of a teenager. With a "crash," it collapsed the supporting wooden frame and extinguished the fire beneath it.

Then, overwhelmed by the weight, it shattered into pieces.

As the iron pot shattered, Erin, naked, sat up from inside it and looked around in a slightly bewildered manner.

His memory was still fixed on that falling sun, followed by endless chaos.

Instinctively lowering his head, Erin saw a strange crimson color slowly fading from his naked body.

"Um?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Just as Erin was feeling lost, a hoarse voice filled with pain suddenly rang in Erin's ears.

"What happened?"

"Of course, it was you who died, and then I resurrected you."

"What the hell did you do this time? Why am I suffering this injustice while I'm doing well in Asgard?"

"Why should I, as an avatar, bear so much pain for you and go to such lengths to revive you?"

"Damn it, I'm not doing this job anymore..."

Amidst endless complaints.

A shadowy figure huddled in the corner of the gravedigger's hut suddenly stood up and charged toward Erin.

Followed by.

A figure covered in horrifying wounds, twisted and emanating a mysterious black aura, suddenly collided with Erin.

next second.

Erin and his clone merged together seamlessly.

As the Joker clone merged in.

Having just resurrected Erin, his aura grew stronger at a visible speed.

In contrast to that steadily rising atmosphere.

Then there was Erin's face, which instantly twisted and became increasingly pained.

As the twins merged, they absorbed everything their clones had experienced, transforming the clones' spirituality and soul, and even the role they had played, into nourishment for themselves.

Their spirituality and strength have both grown significantly.

Even the slow-digesting [Puppet Master] potion was silently digested during the fusion process, with only a small portion being absorbed.

but.

This fusion.

What Erin received was not only an increase in power, but also a terrifying curse and endless pain.

Although weakened by Asgard's world barrier, the protective array of Asgard, Thor's lightning strikes, and the energy barrier activated by the Mind Scepter, Mephisto's destructive power, which relied on the authority of the Hell Dimension and even consumed the essence of the Hell Dimension to launch a devastating attack, still possessed terrifying destructive power.

Even space itself trembled and shattered before that terrifying bolt of destructive lightning.

Not to mention the physical body of the clone.

Fortunately, though.

Those obstacles ultimately gave the split soul a glimmer of hope.

In the instant the barrier of the heart shatters.

The void surrounding the clone seemed unable to withstand the terrifying collision and shattered along with it.

In the instant the void shattered, a terrifying intuition was forged through repeated advancements.

The clone, having vaguely caught a glimmer of hope, flashed and plunged headlong into the shattered void storm the instant it was touched by a trace of destructive lightning.

Seeing the duck that was about to be caught fly away, the lightning bolt of destruction seemed unusually angry, and then chased after the clone, plunging into the shattered void storm.

Under the stirring and destruction of the destructive lightning.

The space storms were constantly being annihilated and shattered, then, as if in a chain reaction, they were like a chain reaction.

Amidst the constant breaking and rebirth of spatial storms.

An unprecedented and immense spatial storm, born from shattering, swept across countless worlds.

Faced with the spatial storm that swept across countless worlds, the destructive lightning bolt that had chased into the void was directly buried in the void by the spatial storm.

but.

What no one sees is...

Within that terrifying spatial storm, a tiny figure was directly transported into a shattered world by a void current.

(End of this chapter)