Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

As for the purpose, the Ancient One was naturally very clear, but Dormammu's move was an open scheme, and she had to accept it.

The reason for notifying Matthew this time is to give him a heads-up in advance. Without the Ancient One, if a threat from another dimension, Kamar-Taj, arrives that they cannot handle, they will need Matthew's help.

Mephisto was mentioned incidentally.

Sending Matthew to cause trouble for Mephisto was a kind of warning.

The message was delivered, and Gu Yi left.

Dormammu and the husky running around freely don't give her a single minute of rest.

Matthew was left alone. He twisted his neck and left the mirror world as well.

But not back to the island base.

Instead, they went to Kamar-Taj first.

Having just arrived in Kamar-Taj, I encountered the King strolling around the training grounds, eating a piece of bread while watching the mage apprentices train.

Upon seeing Matthew, Wang greeted him warmly.

"Matthew, good afternoon."

"My king, I need your help."

Upon seeing the king, Matthew spoke earnestly.

Wang showed a surprised expression, which then turned serious.

"OK."

.....

In the pitch-black night of Texas, a truck sped along a deserted highway at an alarming speed.

Suddenly, a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the road filled the air.

The car stopped quickly.

The car door opened, and a figure jumped out of the driver's seat. The serious and earnest voice of a news anchor could be heard coming from the car radio.

"Our city has experienced an unprecedented event, with witnesses reporting that a flaming skeleton monster riding a burning motorcycle began a frenzied rampage through the city for more than forty minutes."

"We are now connecting with our reporter on Fourth Avenue..."

Ignoring the voice, the man stood by the roadside, looking through the darkness at the village that had been abandoned for who knows how many years.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating his face.

A pale, handsome face, with an indescribable air of evil.

He was wearing a purple suit.

"found it."

He glanced ahead, then shifted his gaze to a more distant place, where what he was looking for was.

Chapter 75 The Future Satan, Still Afraid of Those Human Reptiles? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The atmosphere was extremely somber inside the gravedigger's residence at St. Michael's Cemetery in Texas.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in old jeans, looked seriously at the couple in front of him.

The man was handsome but looked a bit weathered, wearing black leather armor and leather pants, giving him a metallic look. The other woman was wearing a red and white plaid shirt, jeans, and had her hair tied in a ponytail.

"Kid, you're in big trouble this time."

The old man's voice was aged, but full of energy.

"I'm sorry, Carter, those monstrous things have come after me and Rosanne. I can't think of anywhere to escape to." The man's voice was apologetic and weak.

The old man called Carter fell silent.

His gaze shifted from the man to the woman, Rosanne, and after a quick glance, he sighed softly, "Those guys did it on purpose, Johnny."

"Deliberately?" Johnny wasn't stupid; he immediately realized, "They deliberately let us escape."

"You're not familiar with that situation yet, and you're still with an ordinary person in tow. How could you possibly escape?"

Cardi nodded, then said definitively, "They're trying to find me through you."

"Why? I don't understand." Johnny looked confused.

He was originally just a stunt motorcyclist. His reckless style and explosive moves made him quite famous, but he was still just an ordinary person.

However, his world changed a month ago.

His memory began to fade, and he would lose consciousness at night. When he woke up the next morning, he would find himself driving his beloved car, a motorcycle, in another city.

Perhaps it's in a park, perhaps in a dark alley, or perhaps in an abandoned car repair shop.

It wasn't until later, when I started exploring, that I discovered I had turned into a burning, flaming skeleton.

They will actively seek out criminals and harm them.

A few days ago, he seemed to be guided by fate to come here, and only after being picked up by Carter did he slowly learn about the situation.

There is a vengeful spirit within him.

After transforming, he becomes Ghost Rider, judging evil.

Johnny never wanted to become a Ghost Rider, but trouble came knocking on his door whether he wanted to or not.

He didn't want his girlfriend, Roxanne, to be in danger because of him.

Left with no other choice, they turned to Carter, who seemed to know a lot.

Little did they expect that this was a trap.

Just as Johnny was about to say something, old Carter looked toward the door, his eyes sharper than ever before.

"They've arrived."

"what?"

Old Carter ignored Johnny and Rosanne, whose expressions had changed, and walked out. Johnny and Rosanne exchanged a glance and could only follow him.

Upon entering the house, one finds an open area, with a low fence surrounding the house in the distance.

Further away, there are rows of tombstones and trees.

Several uninvited guests appeared in a place that should have been deserted at night.

Just a few meters from the doorway stood the handsome man in the suit, along with several other odd-looking fellows: one in a dark green overcoat with long, wet, stinking black hair, and another in a crocodile-patterned overcoat, who was almost bald.

A thick braided hairstyle and a neatly trimmed stubble.

There are four people in total.

Or rather, these people are not human.

“Witchheart Demon, son of the Demon King, and your lackeys, Wind Demon, Water Demon, and Earth Demon.” Carter recognized the newcomers, his gaze sweeping over them one by one, revealing their identities.

“Carter Slade, once my father’s best… servant.”

Wearing a purple suit, Wu Xinmo had a very magnetic voice and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone. He was not surprised at all that Carter had exposed his identity, and in fact, he also pointed out the other party's identity.

However, in the end, it took on a certain ironic tone.

After pausing, Wu Xinmo shook his head, seemingly regretting, "You look much older."

"The human world is not a place for you devils. Aren't you afraid of those mages? Get out of here!" Old Carter shouted angrily, ignoring the mocking words of the witch demon.

"A mage?"

Wu Xinmo seemed to have heard something amusing and couldn't help but burst into wild laughter: "They're too busy taking care of themselves to have time to worry about me!"

"I'm the future Satan, why should I be afraid of those crawlers?"

These words elicited a sinister smile from the other three demons, who undoubtedly agreed with the Demon Heart of Witch.

However, a strange voice interrupted the rampage of the Demonic Heart Witch.

"The future Satan?"

Upon hearing this unexpected and intriguing remark, the expressions of Carter and his two companions, as well as the four demons, all changed drastically.

The former changed color because they saw someone suddenly appear, while the latter changed color because the source of the voice was right behind them and very close.

Especially for Wu Xinmo, an unprecedented sense of danger filled his entire body.

His pupils dilated slightly, his smile froze, and he didn't even dare to move, because the owner of the voice was right behind him.

His instincts were sending him a frantic warning.

It was warning him to escape, to get out of here as soon as possible, to escape the danger.

My scalp is cracking.

A silent fear arose, and it wasn't just him; the other three demons felt the same way.

However, unlike the three demons, when the Demon of the Heart of Witch felt fear, his first reaction was anger and disbelief.

Since birth, he has only ever felt fear towards one person: his father.

That was a humiliation for the Demonic Witch, a humiliation that had corrupted his heart for a long time.

As he grew up, his ambition led him to believe that he would no longer experience these emotions, but now they have returned.

Anger was ignited in an instant, even overshadowing the growing fear.

"Damn it..."

Wu Xinmo's relaxed right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and an invisible terrifying aura spread from his body. He turned around abruptly, but his body suddenly stiffened as soon as he turned around.

Because a finger was pinned to his forehead.

A dazzling golden cross-shaped light emanated from his fingertips, containing an extremely terrifying and overwhelming energy. Once it erupted, Wu Xinmo had no doubt that it could pierce through his head.

He dared not move, and the other three demons, upon turning around and noticing this, also dared not move an inch.

Because the human in front of them exuded a strange and terrifying aura that pressed down on them, they could clearly feel that if they moved even slightly, they would be met with a devastating attack.

The entire scene fell into an eerie silence.

Through the radiance of the golden cross, everyone could clearly see the owner of that finger.

Very young, extremely young.

Black, tousled hair, light brown eyes, a navy blue drop-shoulder trench coat paired with a black fitted shirt, khaki straight-leg casual pants, and Martin boots.

With his striking and handsome features, and a slight upturn at the corners of his lips, he was exceptionally eye-catching under the bright moonlight.

Chapter 76 The Sweating Demon of the Witch's Heart (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Wow, a hero has arrived?" Rosanne, a reporter, immediately spotted the news story and her eyes lit up.

If she hadn't been rushing to escape without taking her equipment, she would have definitely filmed this scene, and it would have made the headlines.

"Rosanne, I don't think now is the time to talk about this."

A middle-aged man standing nearby reminded him, sounding somewhat jealous.

Rosanne, however, had no time to pay attention to her boyfriend. She was staring intently ahead, already thinking about how to interview Matthew.

On the contrary, old Carter frowned silently, looking at Matthew with suspicion and uncertainty.

Are these the sorcerers from Kamar-Taj?

It has a certain flavor, but it's not quite the same. As a former Ghost Rider who has lived for hundreds of years, he has a very sharp eye.

He's far superior to that young Johnny.

Matthew, who appears no different from an ordinary person, seems to possess a terrifying power within his body that amazes even himself.

Its vitality is as scorching and vigorous as the sun.