Marvel's Super Savior

"Rescue means saving someone once, but it does not have much impact on their life. And saving means changing the trajectory of their life."

"Yeah. That's right. If I don't save Gal, he will either die there or become a standard Hell's Kitchen bastard. And that Patsy is the bar girl. The most she says will be taken advantage of today, by the way. It's just a small amount of money. But there is something just about helping Cheryl move. It seems that any good deed is rewarded." Richard thought silently.

"I roughly understand it. It seems that for the definition of justice, the larger the justice reward, the more points it will reward. The predecessor was really powerful. He actually accumulated more than 21 justice points. In ancient times, he should be considered half a saint. "

Richard walked to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator and took out some pizza and a few cans of beer. "I've been busy for half the night and I'm hungry. Let's eat something and go to bed. Although I don't feel sleepy, I still need to have a sense of ritual." Richard muttered.

Turning on the TV, lying on the sofa, listening to a talk show that had no sense of humor for him, "It's really hard to live without a mobile phone and a computer. I need to find more things that interest me in the future." Richard thought silently.

Suddenly, Richard said to the empty room: "Hey, do you want to eat something? Really, didn't your mother teach you not to break into other people's homes?"

"Haha, it's really strange that you can actually find me, I'm not a simple guy." An old man holding a gentleman's stick slowly walked out from the shadows behind Richard, and walked to the sofa next to Richard to sit down.

"I don't want to find you, but to be honest, man, you really should take a shower. The smell of sulfur on your body is so irritating that I almost can't eat." Richard said slowly while drinking beer.

The mysterious old man raised his eyebrows. "I can actually smell the smell of sulfur. I'm getting more and more curious about you. Who are you? Sorry, I just can't find the right words to describe you. Please forgive my wording." "

Richard wiped his mouth and said, "You guys all use things to describe people? Besides, when you ask someone about their identity, should you introduce yourself first?"

"Sorry, please forgive my rudeness. My name is Mephisto, the ruler of hell, the lord of the seven deadly sins, and the king of demons." The old man's politeness was completely different from the words coming out of his mouth.

"Mephisto? Why is such a big boss here? Who can withstand this big start? Why did I offend such a monster?" Richard remained calm on the surface, but secretly worried in his heart.

"Then who are you? The gentleman who possesses Richard's body and soul?" Mephisto asked, staring at Richard.

Richard suddenly became excited and understood the whole thing. It seems that Richard's death was not normal, and Mephisto should have been secretly manipulating it.

"I am Richard, and Richard is me. The question you asked is really strange. It seems that you know me. Why do you ask that?" Richard pretended to be confused.

"Haha, it seems you don't want to say it. But no one has ever dared to seize the soul of hell, let alone what I like." Mephisto glanced at Richard, "Your soul will tell me the answer ." Mephisto made a gesture and slowly disappeared on the sofa. However, many magic circles appeared in the surrounding space, and strange-looking demons emerged from the magic circles one after another.

Richard kicked the coffee table in front of him and threw it at the two demons who were charging towards him. He turned around and grabbed the hand of the demon who was attacking behind him. He blocked the other demon's sneak attack with the weapon in his hand and kicked it away again. The demon grabbed the sofa next to him and hit the demon in his hand hard. The sofa shattered, but the demon was still struggling, so Richard concentrated his magic power on his feet and crushed the demon's head with one kick.

"It seems that I only have magic power to deal with these demons at the moment." Richard's thoughts did not affect his movements at all. He rushed towards the two demons in front of him, one kneeling down with a sliding shovel to avoid the two knives on the head, and grabbed the two demons from behind. A purple light flashed from the arms of a demon's head. The surging magic power and huge strength directly caused the heads of two demons to worship. The two demons turned into ashes and disappeared.

The remaining demon rushed over, and Richard easily grabbed its head. "Can you understand me?" The demon made a jabbering noise, "It seems there is a language barrier." A purple light flashed on Richard's hand, and he squeezed it. into the devil's head.

After wiping out the demon, Richard looked at the messy room that had been demolished. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If Dad Bob asks what's going on tomorrow, I will tell him that a UFO attacked me, and then I Defeated. He might believe it."

Richard knelt down and looked at the demons he had destroyed. They had all turned into black powder. "It's quite environmentally friendly. The environment in hell must be good."

He touched the ashes, and some red crystals suddenly flew out from the ashes. Richard touched these crystals, and the crystals flew directly into his body. Richard closed his eyes and sensed that his magic power should have increased a little, but the increase was too small and he couldn't feel it clearly. So he walked towards the remaining three piles of demon ashes and took out the red crystals one by one. After absorbing them all, he felt that his magic power had increased by about 1%.

"It seems that we should cause more trouble with demons in the future, but we still have to avoid the big guys. Don't waste time on those who are insignificant!" Richard thought silently.

The next day, Richard was drowsily asleep in the underground fitness room when he suddenly heard someone calling his name sadly, "Richard! Richard, where are you? Don't scare old Bob, Richard." Virtue!"

Richard hurriedly came out and saw Bob squatting in the ruins of the room, shouting his name intermittently.

"Here, I'm here Bob, don't worry I'm fine." Richard hurried to Bob's side and helped Bob up. "Oh! Thank God, Richard, you are okay, I almost thought I had lost you." Bob's cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

Richard's heart was deeply touched. Except for the memory in Richard's soul, Richard had never felt such family affection in his life. He hurriedly hugged Bob and said: "Don't worry Bob, I'm fine. These are just caused by me being too angry watching the football match last night and making a mess. It's not a big deal." Richard consoled him randomly. With.

"Can you promise me, Richard, that you won't mess with those gangsters again? Really, you can't fight them, they are all unscrupulous bastards. I'm afraid you will..." Bob wiped the corners of his eyes, said.

"OK OK, I promise you Bob, I will never go out to mess with those gangsters again. Really, in the name of God, I swear!" Richard patted Bob on the back and said.

Richard comforted Bob for a long time before Bob left and helped Richard call a decoration team to clean Richard's room.

Richard sat on the floor thinking about what to do next.

"I can't let Bob worry so much anymore. After all, he may be my only relative." Richard looked a little sad, but he had to earn justice points. Even for Bob, he should continue to become stronger in the future. "Maybe I should change my image and make a special uniform like Spider-Man." Richard thought.

"No, that's too stupid. I don't want to go out and do things like canned human flesh. I might be regarded as a pervert. If they call me a pervert in the future, I will cry to death." Richard sat on the ground. After thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with a good idea.

"That's right!" Richard seemed to have thought of something, turned around and went out, and didn't come back until a long time later. He found a full-length mirror and looked at his current image. He had black hair, a tall nose, and a face with clear features like a sculpture. The angular face was extremely handsome, and his appearance looked bohemian. The muscles on his body were distributed It's even and powerful but doesn't look bloated. On the contrary, it feels like this is what a man should look like.

"It's a big loss for me not to be a star. My handsome face and perfect body are probably 80% similar to my previous life." Richard thought shamelessly.

He picked up the suitcase he had just brought back from outside, took out a red leather windbreaker, and took out some cosmetics. "It seems that you still have to change your appearance before you can go out and do heroic things. Alas, being too handsome is also a sin. ah."