Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

"If the fashion value is lowered."

"How am I supposed to survive in this multiverse?"

"Don't I have any shame?!"

Shen Jue rebuked in a low, angry voice.

He was genuinely a little angry.

Simply because in the Marvel Universe, a world where writers fill in the numbers with their feet.

Temporary strength or weakness, power or power, is all illusory.

Maintaining an interesting background, ability settings, and a sense of style is the underlying logic of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Despite their seemingly high status, the hollow backgrounds and lackluster appearances of these so-called gods ultimately reduce them to mere stepping stones.

for example.

For example, Kingpin, who was modified by Shen Jue yesterday, is a fat, strong guy who is an ordinary person, weighs over 300 kilograms, and is proficient in all fighting techniques.

He once fought Spider-Man and won in an early Marvel comic.

Later, in the Spider-Man comics series, Spider-Man's stats became equal to those of the Hulk in his normal form.

Is Kingpin's physique comparable to, or even greater than, that of the Hulk?

This is a premise that even the Grim Reaper Shen Jue, who drank himself into a stupor, probably wouldn't easily believe.

However, since the Marvel writers in Shen Jue's previous life changed one after another, this kind of thing is real.

No matter how much Marvel fans from Shen Jue's previous life try to find fault, or how actively they try to improve the Marvel comics' settings and add their own interpretations, these outrageous displays of combat power are real.

Even the Marvel Cinematic Universe is outrageous.

In the Avengers series, even the enhanced human Captain America, Steve Rogers, was able to hold his own against the cosmic overlord, Thanos.

Because Captain America, who symbolizes the American spirit, is extremely difficult for American screenwriters to portray as the Joker, regardless of the comics or movies they are in.

Then Steve would naturally be able to exchange blows with all sorts of masters in the Marvel Universe, and there would be no situation where he would be instantly killed.

In Shen Jue's view, if the Marvel writers wanted to, even the down-on-his-luck Punisher Franky could put on the Infinity Gauntlet and destroy a single universe with a snap of his fingers.

This is also why Shen Jue was somewhat angry. In his opinion, the purple man undoubtedly lowered the bar for mind controllers in the Marvel Universe.

That's right, Shen Jue forcibly added the background setting of a mind controller to himself, although maintaining this setting was entirely due to Shen Jue's "great strength".

Who is a mind controller who uses physical pheromones to control the consciousness and soul of others?

Doesn't that drop the fashion value too much?

In Shen Jue's view, losing one's fashion sense is undoubtedly fatal.

Professor X, also a mind controller and a mind controller among mutants, is a highly stylish and popular superhero.

No wonder Zi Ren was at best a third-rate villain in Shen Jue's previous life, a nobody among Marvel villains.

Zi Ren didn't understand what Shen Jue was saying at all.

What is trendiness? What is the multiverse? These words are like rusty nails, driven into his supposedly sophisticated brain, only stirring up a chaotic mess of anger.

All he knew was that the Eastern man in front of him sat there, completely unresponsive, like a stone, within the area where his pheromones were most intense.

This both surprised and angered the Purple Man.

Zebdia Kilgrave never allows anyone to ignore him.

His purple pupils contracted sharply, and the elegant, fake smile on his face cracked open like sugar coating baked by fire.

"What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do?"

The purple-haired man practically screamed.

The ordinary people in the café who were being controlled were all frozen in place, their faces still bearing that foolish smile, but their bodies were frozen in place like puppets with broken strings.

The purple-haired man suddenly pulled a pistol from behind his waist.

The gun was entirely black, and its muzzle gleamed coldly under the dim lights of the café.

"Who do you think you are? A priest? A saint? Or just another bastard sent to lecture me?"

The purple man's finger was on the trigger.

He hardly hesitated.

Anger and fear mingled together, twisting his smooth, purple face into an almost grotesque grimace.

He was afraid.

Because under the control of his pheromones, Shen Jue didn't even lift his eyelids.

Moreover, Zi Ren was terrified of the way Shen Jue looked at him; it was as if he were looking at a maggot crawling out of a sewer.

"Go to hell!"

The purple-haired man screamed and pulled the trigger.

But before the gunshots could even ring out, the entire world in front of Purple Man vanished.

Shen Jue appeared before him, as fast as a beam of light refracted from the moon and illuminating the earth.

Only a blurry shadow was reflected in the purple man's pupils.

Then, Shen Jue's hand gripped his head.

Shen Jue's fingers were long and icy cold, like five steel nails embedded in the purple man's head and temporal bone.

The purple man was lifted up completely.

His feet left the ground, his purple Oxford shoes kicking helplessly in the air, like a deformed animal being held by the scruff of its neck.

Shen Jue increased the pressure on her hands.

That force penetrated the skull, like a train slowly rolling over the purple man's temples, causing all the fluid and nerves in the cranial cavity to scream.

The comical, clown-like guy struggled and screamed.

The voice was no longer the flippant and arrogant one it had been; it was now a crushed scream, squeezed from the depths of the throat.

"what!"

The Purple Man's physique was only slightly better than that of an ordinary person. He never relied on strength for a living, but he had an extremely fast self-healing ability.

His cells can repair themselves quickly after being damaged, another ability he gained when he became a Purple Man.

This means he doesn't even have the right to faint.

His skull deformed slightly between Shen Jue's fingers, but immediately returned to its original state under the effect of the self-healing factor.

But Shen Jue's fingers had already embedded themselves in his skull, and he was increasing the force.

Each shattering brought excruciating pain that washed over his nerves like a tidal wave, while each repair only made the next wave of pain more acute.

The purple-clad figure thrashed wildly in Shen Jue's hands, like a fish being skinned alive.

His cries grew increasingly shrill, more and more like those of a frightened child.

"Let me go! Let me go! Please!"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

In the end, only pure fear remained in his purple pupils.

Shen Jue simply looked down at him.

"Look," Shen Jue's voice was very soft, as if she were speaking to every unconscious soul in the coffee shop.

"This is what happens when you lack style."

"To raise the bar a bit higher for us mind controllers."

"I will give you a dignified way to leave."

Shen Jue's fingers tightened even more.

"I don't like slaughtering my own kind."

"So I'm going to change the way you live in this world."

Shen Jue winked at the purple man and said, "When I met Little Spider before, I took the opportunity to obtain his gene sample from him."

"Now it's your turn to enjoy yourself."