Marvel: Age of Heroes

But Sakurai Hiroto was not dead, but was placed on the desk. There is no doubt that this is school bullying. "Class is starting!"

The head teacher opened the door and walked in. He first noticed the flowers on Hiroto Sakurai's desk, then pretended not to see them, lowered his head, flipped through the flower roster and began to call the roll.

Bullying from classmates and indifference from teachers made Hiroto Sakurai a pitiful creature in everyone's eyes. He was so scared that he dared not come to school anymore and could only hide at home... and chose to commit suicide.

On the bedroom door handle, a leather belt was tightly wrapped around Hiroto Sakurai's neck.

He squatted on the ground, his back against the door frame, panting heavily, sweat on his forehead, and kept telling himself in his heart that he had to die, he had to die! Otherwise, he would be sorry for everyone... The computer screen that was turned on showed a forum website.

In this forum full of negative emotions, netizens left messages on the suicide post posted by Hiroto Sakurai.

Instead of dissuading Hiroto Sakurai, they kept mocking him and sending cruel messages telling him to die and succeed in committing suicide.

Hiroto Sakurai, who could not bear the pressure, chose to commit suicide today under the malicious torture of such massive online violence.

His mother had gone out to work, leaving Hiroto Sakurai alone at home.

Feeling that he would succeed in committing suicide, Hiroto Sakurai slowly began to kick his legs...

But the moment he felt suffocated, Hiroto Sakurai succumbed to the fear of death.

He quickly unbuckled his belt, lay on the ground, covered his neck, and breathed in big gulps of fresh air.

"Ugh!"

Hiroto Sakurai vomited due to an overreaction, and after vomiting for a while, he fell to the ground.

He cried silently, choking...

Finally, Hiroto Sakurai fell asleep.

Ding dong~ding dong~ding dong!

The ringing of the doorbell woke up Hiroto Sakurai.

"Come on... come on!"

He quickly got up from the ground. Sakurai Hiroto, still feeling a little dizzy, saw the belt on the door handle and the pool of his own vomit on the ground, and immediately realized what he had done before.

Nervous and scared, he quickly started to pack up.

Hide your belt, wipe up the vomit, and open the windows for ventilation.

After doing all this, Hiroto Sakurai went downstairs and opened the door.

After opening the door, Hiroto Sakurai saw the man.

A man with long hair that goes past his ears, a black mole on the right side of his nose, and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"Hello, Hiroto Sakurai, my name is Sakata, you can call me Mr. Sakata."

"…Oh, hello Mr. Sakata, what can I do for you? Are you here to see my dad or mom?"

"No, I'm not looking for your parents, I'm looking for you! I'm here to help you."

After inviting the person into the house, Hiroto Sakurai sat on the sofa in the living room, facing Sakata, staring at each other.

The atmosphere between the two people seemed a little awkward in the silence between them.

Sakata rubbed his hands and said, "When there are guests in Room 303 of my house, I usually bring them a glass of water or coffee. Oh, and I like coffee, thank you."

After hearing this, Hiroto Sakurai felt a little embarrassed, so he stood up and made a cup of coffee for someone.

"Thank you!" Sakata picked up the coffee and took a sip. Hmm, it was instant, without sugar, and a bit bitter.

After drinking coffee, Sakata began to look around Hiroto Sakurai's house again.

After discovering a mirror not far away, Sakata stood up and walked over, looking at the mirror narcissistically and said, "Do you think I look a lot like Kimura Takuya?"

“…Heh, heh, is this a new joke?”

"Tsk, you have a really poisonous tongue."

"No, no, no, Mr. Sakata, please don't misunderstand me. I don't mean to laugh at you, it's just..."

Hiroto Sakurai's voice became lower and lower, until finally, he said word by word: "You said you came to help me outside the door just now, wasn't it to tell me how to die more easily and comfortably?" "Idiot, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to let you die, but to let you live." Hearing this, Hiroto Sakurai immediately gave up the intention to continue the conversation.

Sakurai Hiroto, who looked up in shock at Sakata's loud voice, was stunned by the scene in front of him. He stood up and said, "You... please go back. Even if you talk to me more about life, I won't change." "I don't plan to talk to you about the preciousness of life, the joy of living, and other philosophies..." "Please, please go back." Sakurai Hiroto begged in a low voice. "Listen to me, idiot, look carefully!"

Coffee is floating in the sky!

Chapter 290 The consequences of bullying honest people are terrible!

"This...what is this!"

"Magic or TV stunt?"

"This is not magic, nor a TV stunt, this is power!!"

Sakata wiped the blood from his nose and suddenly shouted, "Take your hands away!"

Curious Hiroto Sakurai was holding the ball of coffee in his hand. When he accidentally touched the coffee and felt the heat, he quickly pulled his hand away.

After the coffee incident, the half-believing and half-doubting Hiroto Sakurai experienced a series of special phenomena, including accelerated heartbeat, escaping gravity and flying into the sky.

After Hiroto Sakurai really began to believe that Sakata was a person with super powers, he heard him say again.

"I came to you to pass on this power to you."

"I was just like you back then, a poor wretch who was bullied at school."

"But then I met that man, and he gave me this power. After I learned it, I returned to school and killed all those guys..."

"Kill them all?" Hiroto Sakurai interrupted tentatively.

Sakata did not try to hide anything, but said directly and honestly: "Yes, I killed them."

"It's not a pity for those rubbish to die."

"Murder and such, then you..." Hiroto Sakurai thought about the consequences of murder and stared at Sakata blankly.

Sakata saw what Sakurai Hiroto was thinking and started to explain: "Don't worry, the incident was treated as a heart attack in the end."

"Heart, paralysis..."

Hearing this, Hiroto Sakurai immediately understood.

Since Sakata's superpowers cannot be detected by normal people, it counts as killing someone.

The police also had no evidence to prove that he was the criminal.

Thinking of this, Hiroto Sakurai immediately recalled the three guys who had been bullying him at school.

"You know, I don't want to die, so I'll kill them before they kill me."

"They are just a bunch of trash. It doesn't matter if they are killed. What do you think?"

Sakurai Hiroto swallowed hard, twisting his fingers together tightly. He finally nodded and agreed with Sakata's statement: "That's right, I don't want to die. If they want to kill me, then I have no choice but to kill them first!"

"Very good, that's what you said."

"In that case, let's start teaching." Sakata looked at Sakurai Hiroto with satisfaction and nodded, then turned around and looked at the well-lit living room and said, "Is there a darker place?"

"Come to my bedroom."

Near noon, Sakata left Hiroto Sakurai's house.

Before leaving, he taught Hiroto Sakurai two simple training methods.

The first step is to make the flame circle around the finger, and then control the dust from dispersing, which must be completed within two days.

"I made a slight adjustment to the lower part of your optic bed and part of the basal ganglia of your brain."

"Now throw away the deeply ingrained ideas in your mind."

"Humans can achieve this kind of superpower!"

“Don’t think you can’t do it, think you can do it.”

"Although you haven't noticed yet, I have already taught you the power."

After seeing off Sakata, Sakurai Hiroto didn't eat or drink for a whole afternoon, and practiced the two methods Sakata taught him. The first was to let the flame of the lighter wrap around his fingers, which took three hours and he succeeded!

Then I collected the dust and kept it there, and used my mind to control it. It took four hours, and I succeeded!

Seven hours later, Hiroto Sakurai called Sakata in ecstasy.

"I did it! I did both of the methods you taught me!"

"Haha, not bad, it only took seven hours to complete."

"What about the lower part? How should I train the lower part?"

"No, it's like building a muscle, starting with something light and then gradually increasing the weight you can control."

"In this way, I believe you will be able to master a certain amount of power by the next morning."

After learning that he had completed the apprenticeship in just seven hours, Hiroto Sakurai was extremely happy after hanging up the phone.

A man was jumping and dancing in the room like a madman.

Of course, he was just having fun.

The next day.

The light cord above my head kept spinning clockwise, and with a glance, the clock hanging on the wall began to spin wildly.

He turned his head to look at the window, and the tightly closed curtains were automatically pulled open. He lowered his head to look at the eraser on the desk, and as his attention was focused, with a bang, the eraser exploded into pieces.

Hiroto Sakurai was lying on the bed, looking at his arms. The blood vessels, muscles, and ligaments were all clearly visible. After looking at them for a long time, Hiroto Sakurai even felt a little nauseous.

The ability of clairvoyance, this is a new ability that Hiroto Sakurai awakened a few hours ago.

Not only could he see through his own body through his clothes, he could also see the other side through a wall.

Of course, this ability of perspective also has its limits. If used for a long time, his brain will start to hurt and his nose will bleed.

"Really? You can see through it now, so it's time to take action."

"………I."

"It's okay. Think about how those rubbish bullied you on a daily basis."

"Killing people, is it really okay?"

"Don't worry, as long as you use your strength to kill people, there will be absolutely no problem."

Before leaving for school, Hiroto Sakurai made a special call to Sakata.

After receiving encouragement from the other party, Hiroto Sakurai hung up the phone and changed into the school uniform he hadn't worn for a few days.

Before leaving, Hiroto Sakurai subconsciously turned on his computer and browsed the forum post where he posted the suicide announcement.

When he saw that a netizen named "Pork Rib Soup" was the only one who left a message to dissuade himself from committing suicide among a group of netizens who criticized him and forced him to die, Hiroto Sakurai was moved and hesitantly sent a message to him.

Of course, this is also its message saying that if it is not dead, please contact it.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Hiroto Sakurai sent a message to the netizen named "Pork Rib Soup" to inform him that he was not dead.

In less than a minute, the pork rib soup netizen replied to Hiroto Sakurai.

Soon, the two people on the Internet started chatting across the computer screen.

Finally, realizing that the time was almost up, Hiroto Sakurai unilaterally ended the chat, turned off the computer, and left home.

At school, everyone in the class was surprised and secretly mocked the poor guy Sakurai Hiroto.

I can feel that everyone is looking down on me, even hostile and contemptuous.

The head teacher opened the door of the classroom and walked in. He was surprised to see Hiroto Sakurai coming to class.

But he just expressed concern and didn't care about the pregnancy.

After the first class, one of the three people sitting behind Hiroto Sakurai, a blond student, stood up and roughly grabbed Hiroto Sakurai by the back of his collar and lifted him up from his seat.

Relying on his tall stature, the blond student put his hand on Sakurai Hiroto's shoulder with ill intentions and said, "Come on, Sakurai! Let's go to the bathroom and talk! Hahaha!"

When the blond took action, the two followers behind him immediately stood up and followed.

Almost everyone in the classroom looked at the backs of Hiroto Sakurai and his group of three as they were taken away with a gloating look on their faces.

In the corridor, no one came to help him, and no teacher cared about the matter.

Hiroto Sakurai was taken to the men's restroom alone. When the door was closed for a break, when it was opened again and Hiroto Sakurai walked out with a bruised face, there was no longer the trio following him.

Soon, the school called the police about the death of three students in the boys' toilet.