Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

In the dark night, there were only a few stars, which reflected the blurred figures of the two people on the grass.

After announcing each other's names, the two of them seemed to fall into some kind of strange... silent waiting.

"Johnny Johnny~..."

Until Roland started singing very rudely and inappropriately.

Click.

That was the sound of the hammer being pulled and charging.

Crisp, violent, and dangerous.

"So, Mr. Roland, maybe I should ask you why you came to me.

do we know each other. "

"Ha, maybe."

Roland remained unmoved, as if the muzzle of the gun against his head was fake.

"I'm just curious. When I went to eat fried pork chops yesterday, they told me that there was a circus guy living here who, whenever he got angry, would do a show where he would instantly turn into a big bone head that was on fire.

Johnny, are you the one. "

"What if I was."

"Then can I watch this show?"

Holding a hundred-dollar bill in one hand, Roland raised it high above his head, tilted his head back with a smile, and put his eyes on the muzzle of the gun.

"There seems to be no gunpowder here..."

At this time, a hand stretched out and took the hundred-dollar bill held between Roland's fingers.

"You'll see."

"I think so too."

Just as Roland removed his finger and Franklin changed hands, a cluster of beautiful orange-red sparks suddenly flashed in the dark night. Franklin immediately turned into a sheet of sparks, twisting and rising into a slender flame more than two meters high.

"Wow, that's a good hand."

"Yeah."

Johnny's face flickered in the firelight, illuminated back and forth and cast into different shadows.

"I have better ones."

"for example?"

"this."

Bang-!
The moment the gunshot rang out and the hot flames burst out from the barrel, the entire hillside was completely illuminated for a moment.

Johnny saw Roland's face clearly.

Laughing, eerily calm, completely unmoved.

Roland also saw Johnny's face clearly.

Numb and exhausted from the vicissitudes of life, but there is still a trace of hidden compassion in his eyes.

After this moment passed, the hillside returned to darkness.

Roland was blasted away, leaving a string of broken gong-like laughter in the sky.

"Hahahaha! It's you! I knew it, I knew it!"

And Johnny...

"Ugh……"

He sighed and shook his head slightly: "I should still try to escape."

The next second, he raised the short gun in his hand again, straightened his arm, and took a step forward.

When his feet hit the ground, flames surrounded him, and there was light in the dark night.

"You... are guilty...!"

A burning flaming skull said so.

........................

Johnny Blaze.

AKA: Ghost Rider.

As a person who makes a living by performing motorcycles, owning his first scooter since he was four years old, and riding it for an average of more than six hours a day, Johnny knows that his fate with motorcycles is inevitable. This lasted until the day he died.

His tombstone will be in the shape of a motorcycle handlebar, his epitaph will mark his feat of flying over a helicopter on a motorcycle, and he will be buried in a coffin wearing a rider's uniform and a helmet...

But he never thought that day would come so early and that day would be like this.

He is dead, he is still riding his motorcycle, and he has no tombstone.

He is still alive.

This is really a story that goes against common sense, goes against science, and is convoluted.

But when it comes down to it, it’s actually very simple.

Johnny is not so passionate about motorcycles for no reason. He has a father who likes motorcycles and supports his family by performing motorcycle performances.

In Johnny's eyes, his father has always been tall, majestic, generous and warm.

He gave Johnny everything a father could give.

Therefore, when Johnny knew that his father, the man who had never been defeated by any difficulties, had an incurable disease, Johnny fell into despair and confusion.

And when all the requests for medical advice, visiting famous doctors from all over the world, and spending every penny in their hands, still failed to make his father recover, Johnny knelt down and prayed sincerely, hoping that there really was a God. Being able to answer his prayers and heal his father.

For this, he is willing to pay any price.

Luckily, Johnny's prayers were answered.

Unfortunately, it was not gods who answered him, but demons.

The man revealed his identity without any secret, and told Johnny straightforwardly that this was not a mercy or generous help from a superior.

This is a deal, a deal with the devil.

Johnny can exchange for his father's life. In return, as the other party to the transaction, what Johnny needs to pay is his own soul.

He signed the contract without any hesitation.

When Johnny saw his father's "miraculous" recovery, walked off the hospital bed, and quickly turned back into a normal person, at that time, he was extremely grateful to the devil.

But, the devil is the devil.

He cured Johnny's father's terminal illness, but didn't say he wouldn't die.

A few days later, Johnny's father died at a motorcycle show. Johnny saw the devil in the crowd and saw the contract in his raised hand.

He does it on purpose, he knows it, and he enjoys it.

After that, Johnny inherited his father's career and became a motorcycle performer and an even better performer.

And when he completed the unfinished feat of his father, leaping from a row of helicopters on a motorcycle, the devil appeared again.

This time, he's here to take away Johnny's soul.

"Hello, Johnny Blaze, I think you should still remember my name and the contract between us."

"Of course I remember you...Mephisto." From that day on, a generation of legendary driver Johnny Blazer disappeared from people's sight, and a new legend emerged in the dark night.

A terrifying legend that burns with fire, rides a hell motorcycle, and is covered in bones: Ghost Rider.

From that day on, Johnny has been living in a haze. He can't even remember what he did every night. He can only confirm it by reading the morning newspaper.

He rode the motorcycle that was burning like him all night long, using the ability given to him by Mephisto to harvest the souls of sin.

A lot happened later.

Mephisto's son Blackheart attempted to seize the throne and involved Johnny. Johnny was forced to resist. In the process, he met the former Ghost Rider, the "Red Dead Redemption" who guarded a contract.

It was also from that time that Johnny realized that he was not the only Ghost Rider in this world.

Later, there were some "cliché" stories. Johnny killed the Black Heart Demon and was no longer willing to obey Mephisto's orders. He originally wanted to force the demon to take back his power and kill him.

However, Mephisto seems unable to do this!
Johnny successfully escaped. Although he and Mephisto completely fell out, his abilities are still there!
Johnny began to investigate the matter and wanted to lift the "curse" on himself.

And as he investigates, more and more truths appear before his eyes.

It turns out that although the Ghost Rider did not originate from him, looking at its history, the earliest Ghost Rider existed hundreds of years ago, or even thousands of years ago!
Even earlier!
According to Johnny's investigation, in ancient history, the earliest Ghost Rider was actually created by a great being to deal with a powerful demon.

I don’t know who that demon is, but he is definitely not Mephisto.

The reason is that the ancient Ghost Riders defeated the demon and sealed him with a magical item, merging them together.

Thousands of years ago, due to an accident, the demon escaped and, together with a small group of humans at that time, attempted to rule the world.

Those people slaughtered their own kind and offered the souls of the dead, or even their own souls, for the devil to eat. This made the devil become increasingly powerful, high-profile, and domineering.

And this attracted the attention of another great demon, Mephisto.

Mephisto is jealous and fearful of his power, viewing him as his greatest rival and enemy.

In order to defeat this demon, the cunning Mephisto did not dare to confront him head-on, and chose to defeat his opponent through means more consistent with his identity as a demon.

Seducing his followers, stealing his tribute, and coaxing his followers into betraying him.

Mephisto succeeded.

He defeated the powerful demon, sealed him again in the ancient item, and shattered it, causing the demon to completely lose his body and merge with the energy of the item. After that, Mo Fisto enslaved his soul and purged his memories in Hell, turning him into a ball of pure fire.

A ball of flame that can judge the sin deep in the soul.

And this is the source of power for the current Ghost Riders.

Johnny couldn't investigate what happened after that. Someone was hiding all this and the truth.

But Johnny knows that one day he will investigate clearly. One day, he will lift the curse on himself and become an ordinary, normal person again, who can walk freely in the sun and moonlight.

And he also knows that this will not be easy. He will definitely experience a lot of setbacks, encounter a lot of obstacles, and fight a lot of battles.

Just like today, just like this night.

........................

Roland was very excited at this time.

Because he witnessed with his own eyes the most handsome transformation scene in his previous life.

Skeletons, flames, cool motorcycles, leather jackets with nails...

Going back in time to when Roland was a teenager in his previous life, this was the person he wanted to be most.

Therefore, he couldn't help but let out a cry of joy while attaching the healing spell to himself.

"Wuhu~roar~!!"

Generally speaking, Ghost Rider's combat effectiveness is not very powerful. Although these things are almost immortal, the combat time is limited, and the daytime with the sun is almost useless. The means of attack are also limited, and they are still semi-limited to physics. The remaining movement speed, attack speed, attack distance...

None of it is top notch.

However, they do have one ability, one attack method that is top-notch, or in other words: almost a law-level bug skill.

[Eye of Judgment] can also be called [Eye of Repentance].

For some reason that Roland didn't know, but it was definitely not an ability given by Mephisto, the two holes on the flaming skulls of the Ghost Riders, which are tentatively called eyes, can stare at a person. When, activate this skill to judge its soul.

As long as the trial is successful, the soul of the person being judged will be burned by the purifying flames, completely disappearing in a few seconds, and turning into a body with a reasonable temperature that will not be hot to the touch.

This ability is so buggy that it allows the Ghost Riders to judge powerful life forms that are many, many times more powerful than themselves. In the original story that Roland didn't know about, there was even a case where the Ghost Riders tried Thanos.

Although, it failed that time.

Because the "skill judgment" effect of the trial is whether the person being judged feels guilty.

This is a completely idealistic judgment process.

Obviously, Thanos does not feel guilty for killing almost all his relatives, nor does he feel guilty for massacring his own race and turning the Titans into a rare species, nor does he feel guilty for killing half of all life in the universe to please the goddess.

You Ghost Rider knows nothing about love. Do you understand love? All you common people have lost are friends, family, and lives...

If I, Thanos, don't do this, what I will lose is love! !

Not guilty at all, just too innocent.

Thanos was able to withstand the trial because he had a love brain with cancer in his bones. He became a clown and became the emperor of the universe, which completely moved him.

Roland felt that he should be able to handle it.

because……

He is shameless.

Therefore, when Roland was shot in the face and flipped in the air, he let out a terrible laugh. After landing, his face was obviously covered in blood and one of his eyes fell out of the socket. However, when the skin on his face gradually recovered, , healed, the fallen eyeball was slowly sucked back into the eye socket, showing eyes of surprise, expectancy, and a crazy smile. When looking at the skull opposite, even a being like the Ghost Rider could not help but be stunned. After a moment, he hesitated and took a step back.

"You... are guilty!"

"Hahaha! Then come and judge me! Come on! Come on!!"

"...What kind of monster are you!!"

"Ha! I told you, my name is Romain Roland, and I am a butcher!"

Shout out, the voice is still in the air, Roland has already dodged in front of Ghost Rider, clasped his hands together, pressed them into the flames on both sides of the skull, grabbed his head hard, and clasped his thumbs on In its eyes, it turned towards itself: "Let me see!"

For a moment, Ghost Rider felt like he was about to be judged.

Then he reacted, as if he had hit something unclean. He swung it like a rattle, shook his head, and shot Roland in the chest again.

"Damn it! You're doing a sneak attack! Damn it!"

Roland flew out again, and when he landed, his chest and abdomen were a bloody mess.

But he quickly got up from the ground, and after a green light emitted from his body, he stood up again and looked at the Ghost Rider in front of him like a wolf.

"Hehehe...it's quite difficult to catch..."

Ghost Rider took another step back and glanced down at the gun in his hand.

Is this a gun?

Then he raised his head and saw the man who called himself Roland. He shook his head, opened his hands, and two other arms grew from his shoulders, slowly walking towards him.

"Hahahaha! You can't run away now! Let me see!!"

Ghost Rider was stunned again, raised his gun, and after a second of silence...

Turn around and run! !
This Roland...

He is a monster! ! He is a much scarier monster than Mephisto! !
(End of this chapter)