Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Soon everything calmed down.

After an unknown amount of time, a group of men who had previously gathered at the large supermarket arrived, armed with weapons, at the edge of the sinkhole, which was 800 meters in diameter.

They looked down at the scene before them, all frozen in place.

"Shit, did they just bombard us with missiles?"

"This is Sani Street? And Stan Avenue, both are gone."

"Look over there, is that lava?"

"Is the devil dead?"

"He must be dead. Even a demon couldn't possibly survive such an explosion."

"Did that boy do all of this?"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. The shockwave from the explosion had almost reached the large supermarket where they had been. Fortunately, the supermarket was not made of wood; otherwise, it would have collapsed like some of the surrounding buildings under such an impact.

"It feels like a dream."

The police chief, hands on his hips, made a remark.

"He might be a mutant? Only those mutants could have such power," a high school principal whispered.

"Those freaks?"

When mutants are mentioned, people react in various ways. Some frown and show disgust, while others are indifferent or grateful.

"He must be a messenger sent by God to destroy the evil and save us."

The old pastor in the church had a devout look on his face, and many people around him had the same expression; they were clearly believers.

"Who cares who he is? I just know that he saved us all when our family and friends were in danger."

At this moment, the old police chief, with a full head of white hair but full of energy and wearing a police uniform, spoke loudly while smoking a cigarette.

The old sheriff didn't care about any of that; all he knew was that the child had saved everyone in their town, including his wife, two sons and two daughters-in-law, and four grandchildren.

He couldn't imagine what would have happened to his beloved family without that boy.

His heart was filled with gratitude for the boy. He wasn't a believer, but if you had to say who God was, Matthew was God to him at that moment.

In the crowd, Nydy's eyes were filled with tears, and a pungent smell filled her nose. She could no longer hear the conversations and discussions around her.

Her heart was filled with grief.

She didn't want Jennifer to die. Having grown up together, Neydy knew Jennifer well. She knew Jennifer was never a bad person; she was just a normal girl who liked to show off, had fun, and longed for life in the big city.

Neety and Jennifer are inseparable, and Jennifer will not hesitate to protect Neety when she is bullied.

Even after Jennifer was possessed by the demon, she had countless opportunities to devour her, but whenever it came to the crucial moment, Jennifer would always push her away and struggle to escape.

She also witnessed firsthand how each time Jennifer appeared, the struggle on her face grew more intense.

She knew the devil wanted to eat her, but Jennifer resisted time and time again with her own will. During their last meeting, she could even see the reluctance in one of Jennifer's eyes before she disappeared.

Nydy understood that it was the final farewell.

Covering her mouth, Nydy cried silently, tears streaming down her face. Little did she know that a peculiar color flashed in her pupils.

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

A light drizzle enveloped the area.

The town of Devil's Pot was almost completely destroyed. Only buildings in remote areas were able to remain intact. The rest of the buildings collapsed or were damaged to varying degrees due to the terrifying impact of the explosion and the earthquake.

The town's residents were gathered and settled in a large, temporary camp set up in the relatively flat southwest direction.

You can see various trucks transporting supplies into the town, staff in raincoats, police officers maintaining order, doctors and others busily moving around the camp, and bulldozers carrying out cleanup work.

Of course, some people are being questioned.

After all, the incident in Devil's Pot Town caused quite a stir.

On the crater created by the bombing, which is 800 meters deep, many people are busy. Inside the crater, some people are collecting information and data, and temporary tents have been set up at the bottom of the crater. Cranes and helicopters are used to transport people and equipment.

Inside the temporary camp, a middle-aged man wearing a black sweater and coat took a document from one of his agents.

"Sir, this is a summary of our questioning and on-site investigation data."

"very good."

The man nodded and began to flip through the documents. His agents, who had not been instructed to leave, waited patiently to the side.

After a long while, the man closed the document, a look of shock flashing in his eyes, followed by a frown that clearly indicated a headache.

"High school girl, devil's pot, man-eating devil, boy who can unleash lasers, am I watching a movie?"

"Sir, this is a portrait drawn by a forensic artist based on the residents who saw the boy."

The agent handed over another sheet of paper. The man took it and saw that the sketch was of a very young boy with exquisite features.

"Based on this sketch and through comparison with other images, we identified him as Matthew Brown, 17 years old, living in Margrave, Georgia. He has an adoptive father, Daniel Brown, who served 21 years in the military, participated in three wars, and returned to Margrave after his discharge to join the police department."

"In May of this year, Daniel Brown was murdered while investigating a criminal organization. A month later, the boy launched a revenge attack, killing all 73 people involved in Daniel's murder case, dismantling the criminal organization, and disclosing a large amount of criminal evidence. Ultimately, the incident was suppressed by a joint effort of multiple parties."

"On June 7th, Matthew left Margrave and then completely disappeared without a trace. There are no records of his identity or class information at hotels, airports, etc., and there are no records of his bank cards or credit cards being used since that day."

"A 17-year-old high school student, who slaughtered more than seventy people and dismantled a criminal organization." The man raised an eyebrow and waved the document in his hand: "He disappeared for seven months without any record, and when he reappeared, he demonstrated this power, blasting an 800-meter-deep crater."

"It seems that our Mr. Matthew has quite a secret."

"Sir, should we mobilize resources to find him?"

"I need to report this to the chief. We need to understand the incident in Maggrave in detail. I need a detailed report."

"Yes, sir."

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

Inside a luxurious villa, the maid left that evening after finishing her duties for the day, as was her custom.

Alexander Pierce sat on the sofa in a sweater, the living room lights were bright, and he was looking at a document in his hand while wearing glasses.