Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Little Rascal was in the long queue, and the mutants in front of them were waiting for drug injections. She could tell at a glance that most of the mutants here were the lowest-level ipsilon mutants, and most of them had very obvious mutants. Signs, some people have horns on their heads, some people have several hands, and some people can't even walk upright.

It's almost like a circus.

An alpha-level mutant like her who has no obvious mutant characteristics can't be seen in this team at all. At a glance, she seems to be the only one.

Beside the team, the policemen with live ammunition stood coldly holding their weapons, and further away from them were opponents holding up various signs and shouting in disarray.

"Traitor! Traitor!"

"You think you can become them! You are dreaming!"

"They'll eat you up to the bone!"

"Come back, fellow citizens! Don't be fooled!"

Either cursing, threatening, or pleading, all kinds of voices poured into the ears of the mutants waiting in line for the injection like waves of voices. Little Naughty turned her head to look, and the mutants around her all had gloomy faces, some of them were even lowered. Some people wrapped themselves tightly in masks and scarves.

This seems like a shameful thing to do.

"Why?"

Little Naughty couldn't help but asked a gray-haired old man beside him: "Why do you reject this matter so much?"

This old man should be regarded as the least mutant among the mutants queuing up. The little rascal can easily feel the weak power in his body. If you look carefully, his eyes are vertical pupils like beasts, and there are also yellow eyes. His eyes looked like snakes.

Hearing the little naughty question, the old gentleman chuckled:

"Of course it will be rejected. Any mutant with a normal mind will not come to receive this kind of treatment...Little girl, you don't really think that they will accept you if you become an ordinary person?"

Without waiting for Little Naughty to answer, the old gentleman shook his head and said softly:

"Look at their eyes, the contradiction between mutants and ordinary people has existed for a long time, they accept us now only because they need to use us as an example to inspire more mutants to abandon their camp and join them, If the mutants lose, we transformed guys will still be despised, we'll still be ridiculed, we'll still be pushed into the other camp."

He turned his head to look at the little rascal, and said very seriously:

"It's just a hoax!"

"What about you? You know it's a scam, why did you come here?"

Little Naughty looked at him suspiciously, and asked in a low voice, "What are you trying to do here?"

"Me? I'm just a poor man who can't resist fate."

The old man said with a gloomy expression: "I was originally a doctoral supervisor in sociology at the State University of New York. I have a very happy family, I have my children, and I have my relatives, but in a previous accident, I got the X gene activated, I became a mutant, and at the age of 70, I became a monster."

A trace of pain flashed across his face:

"So I'm not here to conspire, little girl, I just want to change back to my original identity, but during the period of becoming a mutant, I can see it clearly."

He looked at the little rascal, and said very seriously:

"It can't be changed! Even race can be changed, but once some things change, they can never go back to the past. Do you really think that after I become an ordinary person, my reorganized family will accept me again? After I become an ordinary person, can I get my job back? After I become an ordinary person, can I return to my previous life?"

"No, it's impossible."

The old man raised his head and looked at the slow-moving team in front of him. He said softly, "I just want to die decently as a human being. That's all. Those lost can no longer be brought back."

He turned his head to look at Little Rascal, with a peaceful smile on his wrinkled face, and he persuaded:

"Little girl, you should be an advanced mutant. Listen to me, no matter what you want, you won't get it here. This is just a place where a sad conspiracy happened. Take a look around you. Anyone who is willing to accept alms is welcome." It is some weak people who cannot survive in modern life at all, and they have no power to resist fate."

"Do you know what that means?"

"The mutants' racial will has awakened. They have begun to face up to their own strength and status, and they only wait for one person to stand up and lead them out of the barbarism. The big figures in the Congress think that this method can dismember the mutants without bloodshed. What they think too easy."

The cane in the old man's hand hit the ground hard, and he said to the little naughty with earnestness:

"Let's go, don't enter here, don't be deceived by them, you have the power to resist fate, don't let it slip away from you in vain."

He pointed to the large number of demonstrators on the opposite side, and said to Little Rascal:

"Look at them! Mutants want to fight for their rights and dignity. Can they just rely on demonstrations? They chose the wrong way. History has proved it countless times. If a race wants to truly rise, it can't go through iron and blood. The test is simply impossible to achieve, child, you have to learn to hold the knife, instead of being deceived by them to give up everything."

The queue moved forward slowly. During the chat between the little naughty and the old man, there were not many people waiting in front of them. The little naughty looked at the mutant who was receiving the injection silently. Unexpectedly simple, a row of open-air training chamber-like facilities, mutants sit there, the operator puts a bottle of yellow liquid into it and injects, and after a minute, the mutants will stand up again as humans.

Looking at the mutants who were crying with joy, seeing them hugging and cheering together, Little Rascal somehow thought of a sentence that Seber always talked about.

"I don't save people who don't know how to save themselves..."

She looked at the ypsilon mutants who were embracing and crying, looked at their faces with longing and yearning for a new life, and thought of what the doctor of sociology said to her just now.

At this moment, an indescribable absurdity appeared in Little Rascal's heart.

She must be crazy! That's why she came here, abandoning everything, family and friends, and came here to pursue a meaningless thing.

These people...these guys think they're saved? No... no no no, they just fell from one hell to another.

She clenched her hands tightly, and the person behind pushed her to sit on the chair in front of her. The gray-haired old professor sat beside her. He looked at the little rascal, and he felt a burst of will, and he smiled. Stretching out his hand, he let the operator next to him pierce the needle into his arm, and waved his other hand, as if saying goodbye to Little Rascal.

"Go, kid... You already know what you need, you already know where your future is going, so go after it bravely, don't let anyone stop you!"

"Let the world see, show that cruel fate, how you resisted them, how you slapped them in the face... Goodbye, my mutant friends."

The operator on the other side held the arm of Little Naughty, trying to pierce the needle into her skin, but at this moment, a special force erupted from the beautiful girl in front of him, and the operator let out a scream , but his vitality has already flowed into the body of Little Naughty like a torrential river.

The little girl stood up from the chair, and she lifted up the limp operator on the ground. With the warmth reverberating in her body, she threw him out fiercely, and knocked the rushing policemen to the ground.

"boom"

Little Rascal lifted up the steel table next to him and slammed it hard on the petri dish behind him. At this moment, sparks flew everywhere, accompanied by low-pitched explosions, all the noise, all the roaring, all the resistance, all the anger All fell silent at this moment, and everyone in the square turned their gazes to the girl who slowly walked out of the flames.

She has long golden hair, and a strand of white long hair on top of her hair, which looks full of a special sense of beauty. On her neck, there is a black devil's head dripping with blood, and on her arms, there are evil ghost patterns , the green magic energy entangled around her body, blocking the fired bullets from her body.

Every time she took a step forward, her body transformed a bit more. After taking 5 steps, she had become a 2.5-meter-tall woman with dark green devil horns, a slender figure, pale skin, and a veil. face, and six arms holding various weapons.

Demon Incarnation - Destroyer Demon Form!

The heavily armed policemen around were stunned by this scene, and those with quick minds turned around and ran away, but the little rascal just ran forward a few steps, and at this moment six arms were waving in unison, a terrifying storm of sharp blades Sweeping everything, with blood and broken flesh flying everywhere, and amidst the flames soaring into the sky, her indifferent voice spread throughout the square.

"I'm not sick! I don't need to be cured! I figured it out! You are the ones who are sick!"

"Vicious to the bone, there is no cure! You guys make me feel...disgusted!"

At the moment when the flames burst into flames, among the crowd of demonstrations, some furtive-looking guys saw the opportunity, and they quickly seized the opportunity from various forces. In an instant, more than a dozen figures emerged from the crowd. Jumping out, frantically attacking those helpless policemen and operators.

Some of them shouted:

"My fellow citizens! The opportunity is here! Let's destroy this place! Let them see the true power of mutants!"

Crowds are blind, especially when there are a large number of people and there is no leader. When the first person brandishes a bone spur and rushes into the chaotic group on the opposite side, the second person is already eager to try. The Internet has never been short of scumbags who want to make big news, especially in this chaotic time.

The little girl from the devil's gang lit the first fire, and they naturally had nothing to worry about. Anyway, the devil's gang will bear the blame in the end.

However, apart from being confused about some things, Little Rascal is not an idiot in nature. After realizing that things had become chaotic, she quickly left the scene, but she was not familiar with New York, so after a few minutes , she lost her way until someone shouted to her in the darkness ahead:

"Who are you? Why are you still here, come on! Be safe!"

After finishing speaking, the guy turned around and ran away. Little Rascal was stunned for a moment, and then ran over. After a while, they arrived at a dilapidated and abandoned church, and Little Rascal walked into it. There were many people sitting in it. Some people have been hurt.

"Who are you?"

A woman with a colorful pendant stood in front of Little Rascal, frowning and questioning her: "I didn't see your emblem, are you an outsider?"

"Signet?"

Little Rascal took a look at them, and all of them had a mark-like number on their cheeks, which looked like a prisoner's mark. She snorted, tilted her head, and pointed to the devil tattoo on her neck:

"I will not allow humans to imprint the mark of a prisoner on me. I am not the same as you third-rate bastards who play around. Yours is just a symbol of humiliation, and this, it represents a power that you can't imagine. ..Tell me, who are you? What are you doing hiding here?"

She just made a big fuss, and she was feeling upset that the mutant in front of her could be said to have hit her gunpoint.

She snorted, folded her hands on her shoulders, and looked at the defeated soldiers in front of her with disdain:

"If you say that you are hiding here to wait for the opportunity to kill them, and kill them by surprise, maybe I will still respect you, but the question is... is that really the case?"