American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

When Rune grasped the Portkey, he felt as if a hook had suddenly pulled him from behind his navel. No wonder some people get dizzy from Portkeys; after all, in the world of Harry Potter, even spatial magic seems so brutal.

However, when he arrived at the destination indicated by the key, the first thing he saw was Rita, who had been kidnapped. Looking at the noticeably thinner woman before him, Rune couldn't help but wonder, "How did you get so thin?"

It wasn't Rita who responded, but the old man behind her. He said coldly, "Hands up, wizard!"

At the same time, a group of fully armed soldiers around him raised their guns and stared warily at the child in front of them.

Rune narrowed his eyes; he could feel some force suppressing the magic emanating from his body. The force wasn't particularly strong, but as a result, physical attacks were actually less strenuous than magical attacks—even though both consumed roughly the same amount of energy.

"I can kill anyone here, can't I?" Rune said coldly.

Before Rita could respond, the old man revealed a disdainful smile, his lips curling into a sneer as he squinted his eyes, as if looking at something strange. He shook his head, leaned close to Rita's ear, and spoke with utter sarcasm: "This is your savior? An arrogant and conceited little brat?"

Before he could finish speaking, Rune's figure blurred for a moment. The next instant, the old man's head was struck by a tremendous force, instantly shattering into pieces. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, staining the surrounding earth red. A strong smell of rust filled the air.

Rita's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape. She stood there motionless, as if frozen in place, her breathing rapid. She had imagined Rune unleashing his power, killing the old man who threatened her, and then easily taking her away, but she had never imagined Rune's methods would be so brutal and direct. Without any magic, just a simple punch, and the old man's head exploded like a watermelon.

This was completely beyond the scope of a wizard's understanding.

Rune stood beside Rita, sneered, and said, "What kind of beast dares to interrupt me while I'm speaking?"

The next moment, the soldiers aimed their guns at Rita and Rune. Dozens of rifles fired almost simultaneously, bursts of fire illuminating the surrounding air. Bullets whistled through the air, emitting sharp whistling sounds. The soldiers gripped their rifles tightly, their arms trembling slightly. Each pull of the trigger was accompanied by a tremendous recoil, jolting their shoulders backward, yet they stood firm, demonstrating their high level of training.

As the bullets ran out, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and smoke swirled around the gun barrels. Only then did Rita's scream rang out. She instinctively covered her ears with her hands and curled up as if trying to hide herself. Rune, on the other hand, picked at his ear with his little finger; the vibrations from the loud gunshot made it tickle.

"Shut up!" Rune said helplessly, looking at Rita cowering pathetically beside him. He couldn't help but envy Voldemort. Everyone said Voldemort had a low character, but at least he had extremely loyal and resourceful men like Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix Lestrange serving him. And what about himself?

But not everyone escaped unscathed from the massive gunfire. Although Rune easily caught all the incoming bullets, Rita experienced tinnitus, so she didn't hear what Rune had said. Rune could only pat the woman on the shoulder.

Rita froze instantly, as if electrocuted. She jerked her head up and saw Rune's face. She could see him speaking, but couldn't make out his voice. Rune sighed, and a wave of disappointment washed over Rita: Had I disappointed him? Yes, it's all my fault for being so incompetent…

While Rita wallowed in self-pity, the soldiers left standing aside dared only to remain standing, staring at the crimson, flat bullet fragments carelessly tossed aside by the child. Their hearts pounded like drums, fear spreading among them. Their hands still gripped their rifles tightly, the barrels trembling slightly in their shaking grips. Though they held their guns aloft, muzzles pointed at Rune, no one dared to change magazines or pull the trigger. Beads of sweat streamed down their faces, the salty droplets forcing them to blink frequently.

Rune looked at the soldiers. Legally speaking, they were doing their duty, but morally speaking, they were aiding and abetting the enemy. Therefore, he mercifully granted the soldiers a death with sufficient dignity.

His muscles tensed, and he began to run again. As his speed increased rapidly, the surrounding air began to tremble violently, and the whistling wind grew increasingly sharp in his ears. Suddenly, an immense pressure surged from all directions, as if an invisible wall was blocking his path. But Rune only exerted a slight effort and broke through that invisible barrier.

With a deafening roar, the air compressed to its limit in front of Rune was instantly shattered, blurring everything around him as the shockwave spread outwards. Even at this speed, he could still perform delicate maneuvers—such as gently plunging his palm into the soldiers' chests and forcefully shattering their hearts.

This might not be a painless death, but at least it would preserve their appearance. This would allow their families to recognize them, and serve as clear evidence. These dozens of soldiers didn't take Rune long; after about two seconds, only Rune remained standing. Rita had been knocked to the ground by the shockwave. Rune even had time to arrange all the soldiers neatly.

This is the power of a superhuman. To Rune, fully armed soldiers are nothing more than ants he can crush with a flick of his wrist. Their resistance is as harmless as children's play. Most wonderfully, Rune doesn't have a weakness like kryptonite. It's fair to say that in the Harry Potter world, he's already a veritable god among men. However, compared to the DC Universe, he's still far from being a true god.

The task is arduous and the road ahead is long.

As Rune thought this, he disgustedly wiped the blood off his hands with a piece of protective clothing he had just torn off. Fortunately, the blood hadn't splattered anywhere else. After wiping, he looked at Rita beside him, reached out his right hand, pulled the woman up from the ground, and gently patted her shoulder. Rita stared blankly at Rune for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears.

What's going on? Didn't I come? Why am I crying?