Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Fortunately, this base was designed to conceal Professor X's extremely powerful telepathic abilities.

Therefore, it has a thick concrete structure and is equipped with a large number of devices to resist mental forces.

But Stryker was not willing to give up.

He was unwilling to hide here in the dark; he still wanted to complete the cause he had not finished.

Stryker wants to exterminate all mutants.

But hiding here, he can't do anything.

This is the source of his near-madness.

But what could he do, no matter how unwilling or angry he was? There was nothing he could do.

The only way he could vent his anger was by whipping that damned mutant woman.

A wave of helplessness washed over him again, and Stryker slowly closed his eyes. But at that moment, a strange voice appeared in his mind.

"Hmm, this kind of intense, twisted hatred and resentment is quite rare."

"Is that so, Colonel William Stryker?"

"Who?"

The sudden sound made William Stryker open his eyes abruptly, shouting loudly and looking around.

The gaze behind the glasses was sharp and cold.

What made Stryker even more uneasy was that, even though the guards were right outside the door, they didn't react at all when he heard his voice.

The room remained empty.

Stryker gripped the whip tightly, instinctively turning to leave, but what chilled him to the bone was that the blood that had been splattered on the ground from whipping the mutant woman began to writhe.

Finally, it slowly surged and gradually rose higher.

Ultimately, it becomes a "person" made of blood.

This person, made of blood, has an indistinct face; only the eyes are literally empty.

The blood-covered man grinned as he looked at Stryker with his dark, hollow eyes.

hoarse voice.

"Colonel Stryker, would you rather die forever huddled in this place where you never see the light of day?"

"Would you want to see those mutants, Magneto, Professor X, and X-Men swaggering around in the outside world?"

Her voice was seductive.

Stryker remained unmoved. He cautiously scanned his surroundings and was surprised to find that the walls seemed to be covered with a layer of dark purple light and shadow, flowing with a viscous, disgusting liquid.

"Are you one of those bastards too?"

Stryker looked at the bloodied man, his expression twisted with rage.

Stryker was never afraid of death; what he feared most was failing to achieve what he wanted to do.

Hatred and loathing had surpassed his fear of death.

"NONONO, I am not a mutant, Colonel Stryker. If you really want to know, have you heard of the battle in Manhattan?"

The man wasn't angry at all about Stryker's insult; instead, he brought up something else.

The Battle of Manhattan?

Stryker's expression suddenly changed. Although he had been hiding here, he was not cut off from some information about the outside world.

Stryker could never forget that world-shaking event in Manhattan.

When he first learned about this, he was at the base watching the live video footage shot by New York news media.

I was quite surprised to find that besides mutants and other hybrids, there were other creatures on Earth.

This person suddenly brought up the Battle of Manhattan.

Could it be...?

Stryker's mind raced, instantly locking onto an identity. He narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressing his shock, and said in a low voice, "You're a demon?"

Many experts and scholars have already provided detailed analyses and speculations about those monsters.

This argument has gained considerable acceptance among a large number of people.

Stryker knew that too.

This person can mention the Battle of Manhattan, and coupled with the bizarre power he is now displaying, he is completely different from the mysterious Astartes and Ravens; he is nothing but a demon.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The Blood Man clapped his hands, seemingly admiring Stryker's quick wit.

"That's right, I am the devil."

The demon admitted his identity, but Stryker was not happy about it. Instead, he remained vigilant and calm: "So, Mr. Demon, what do you want from me?"

"Of course I want to make a deal with you."

"We demons love to trade."

The bloodied man spread his hands, his expression and tone one of utter self-righteousness.

It's common knowledge that demons like to make deals with people.

His answer silenced Stryker.

After a long pause, Stryker smiled and asked, "A trade?"

Chapter 235 Night Walker (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"I can help you get out of your current predicament, and I can even help you accomplish what you've always wanted to do."

"However, you will have to do a few things for me in the meantime."

"Whether you prefer to hide here forever and never see the light of day, or agree to this deal and complete your mission, the choice is yours, Colonel Stryker."

The Blood Man's words echoed in Stryker's ears.

To Bloodman's surprise, Stryker didn't hesitate at all; he revealed a sinister smile: "I agree to make this deal."

"As long as I can kill all those bastards, I'll give you my soul if you want."

His tone was mad.

Even the bloodied man was stunned for a moment, then he grinned and laughed.

"Wow, that's fantastic. I love doing business with people like you."

"Next, you will regain your freedom. Those mutants will no longer be able to find you, and I can allow you to continue to carry out your original plan."

After saying that, the blood-covered man snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a person with blue skin and a long blue tail, resembling a demon, appeared.

Upon seeing this person, Stryker took a deep breath.

He glanced at the man with pitch-black pupils, then fixed his gaze on the blood-soaked figure: "Is this the power of the demon?"

I couldn't tell if his tone was fear or excitement.

Because the person who suddenly appeared before him was a mutant that Stryker had long been investigating and planning to find and control.

Nightwalker.

A mutant born in a circus, possessing the ability to teleport.

When Stryker first discovered this mutant, he had been searching for him, hoping to use his abilities to achieve his own plans.

However, he couldn't find it at the time, and then he ended up stuck here because of the X-Men, so the plan was completely shelved.

The guy in front of him, who called himself a demon, actually knew about his plan beforehand and even brought the Nightcrawler to him.

No wonder he's a demon.

"Alright, Mr. Stryker, please complete your plan. He will follow your instructions, and I have also given him a little bit of power. It will give those mutants a big surprise."

As they spoke, the blood-covered figure slowly dissolved, returning to its original state as blood splattered on the ground.

The dark purple power around them faded, and everything returned to normal.

If it weren't for the extra night stalker in front of him, Stryker might have thought he was just hallucinating or having a dream.

Stryker looked at the Nightcrawler, a surge of heat and excitement welling up inside him.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he burst into hysterical laughter.

Hahahaha~

Maniacal laughter echoed throughout the room.

The two guards outside the door exchanged another glance and couldn't help but shiver.

Has the boss really gone mad?

Shut up and don't ask anything.

Even ordinary people have their own wisdom for survival; the first thing to do is not to be curious.

...

“Well done, Carrie. Always remember, don’t be curious and explore the unknown.”

Inside the villa, Matthew looked at the well-behaved girl in front of him and smiled as he ruffled her fluffy head.

Many things have two sides.

Curiosity and seeking negative feedback is suicidal, especially in this universe where the probability of suicidal behavior is even greater.

However, there is also positive feedback. For example, scientific experiments are driven by human curiosity and exploration, which has led to the gradual advancement of the technological age and accelerated technological development.

How many scientists died as a result of these experiments?

The number is also countless.

But it was different for Carrie.

Her identity is somewhat special. She is not a scientist, but a half-human, half-demon hybrid who is also capable of activating special abilities.

Even Lilith, the Mother of Hell in Hell, was amazed by him and even considered making him a representative of the human world.

Something bad could easily happen to her.

For example, this time.

Once you become curious and delve into something deeper, it's basically tantamount to courting death.

Fortunately, Carrie isn't like those characters in movies and novels; she's overly cautious and doesn't care about such things at all, which ensures that everything goes smoothly.

Matthew doesn't need Carrie to have any extraordinary adventures to become stronger.

If you follow the path Matthew laid out for Carrie, even without those extraordinary encounters, you can still steadily grow stronger step by step. To be honest, it wouldn't be surprising if you even surpassed Carrie's evil grandmother.

After all, the demons' growth spans too long.

It can take thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years to grow.

To put it bluntly, Lilith has basically reached the end of her rope; she doesn't even qualify as a demon lord.

Give her a few decades, who knows how far Carrie will grow? She'll probably have left Lilith far behind by then.

Hehe~~

Carrie smiled happily after being praised by Matthew.

Well-behaved girls are so easy to take care of.

However, Matthew had no intention of letting Carrie be tricked like that.

Then Matthew stretched out his hand, and a dazzling golden light appeared in his palm. The light swirled around his palm, and with each rotation, it pulled out a golden thread. These golden threads eventually converged into a peculiar mark.

It's called a mark, but it's actually just a character.