I work as an editor at Marvel.

I work as an editor at Marvel Studios. (Author: A Fat Stone)

One by one, the scripts evolved from fantasy into reality, making this world increasingly unique.

The Annabelle doll grinned maliciously from the dark room, staring at the researcher in front of her.

The Bloodharbor Ghost floats in the sea, waiting for the next traitor's name to appear on the death list.

The horror cruise ship sails on the vast ocean, and time repeats itself endlessly on board.

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Chapter One: The True Avenger

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The sirens of ambulances echoed throughout the street. Other drivers on the road glanced curiously at the ambulances rushing by. One or two ambulances were not uncommon, but few people had ever seen them lined up like this.

Could it be another terrorist attack or suicide bombing somewhere?

While these onlookers were lost in their own thoughts, the hospital's emergency doctors were already prepared for a rescue.

"Sudden onset of mental disorder, a total of nineteen people. All of them were given a dose of sedative, but it had no effect, just like the previous cases."

The paramedics said quickly as they lifted the patient off the vehicle.

Beside the busy emergency doctors, the attending neurosurgeon frowned as he looked at the patients who were clutching their heads, mouths agape, pupils dilated, and bodies curled up, seemingly suffering from extreme shock.

This is the third batch of patients with sudden mental illness in the past month. The clinical manifestations of these people are very strange. The strange thing is that apart from inexplicable fear, these people have no physical problems. Blood tests and other examinations cannot find any abnormal elements that could cause this situation.

The hospital was completely helpless. Commonly used sedatives had no effect on these people, so they could only keep them alive with equipment and watch as these guys would go crazy from time to time.

Thinking of this, the attending neurosurgeon rubbed his temples. He had requested these patients. If he could find the pathological cause or the hidden danger factors behind this strange disease, he would definitely make a name for himself in the medical field, and maybe even be able to move out of the attending physician position and climb up the ranks.

But if there's no further progress, those rivals who are eyeing him from behind might resort to underhanded tactics, since there are quite a few people in this hospital eyeing his position.

“Dr. Adam, Phil Coulson, FBI agent, I’m here to receive these patients.”

Suddenly, a man in a suit walked up to Adam with a document in his hand.

Adam looked up, took the document, and after seeing the signatures on it, his mind raced. He realized this was a good opportunity to shift the blame.

"These patients play an extremely important role in one of my current medical research projects, which is expected to help tens of millions of mental patients upon completion..."

Adam instinctively began to utter some official pleasantries while simultaneously sizing up the FBI agent in front of him.

Phil Coulson felt a little disappointed; he knew that these doctors would not cooperate so easily when faced with fame and fortune.

"Mr. Adam, I am performing my duties. Please cooperate. If you have any objections, please communicate with your dean, who will then relay them to our bureau..."

“Oh~” Adam paused for a second, then suddenly became exaggerated, “As a law-abiding citizen, how could I possibly obstruct your law enforcement? Gray! Take this gentleman and his colleagues to receive those patients!”

Adam shouted something to the people behind him, and soon his interns came running over. Coulson frowned slightly; something seemed off about the man's reaction.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Despite sensing something was amiss, Coulson quickly moved the patients into his specially designed vehicle, where many researchers from S.H.I.E.L.D. were waiting for these best living samples.

"Professor Adam, they took all these patients away. What about our research?" Gray asked in a low voice, leaning close to Adam.

"We have no choice but to suspend it, but I will file a complaint against these people for abusing their power and hindering the normal and healthy development of medicine."

Adam turned and walked toward the hospital, his gait quite dashing, after all, he had just thrown away a hot potato.

Gray was left completely confused. It was clearly bad news, so why did Adam seem so happy?

Like Gray, a small black cat lurking nearby also had the same question. It licked its paws and could only think to itself, "Humans are so hard to understand."

......

FBI? Phil Coulson?

Ha, S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing inhumane things again, wearing someone else's skin.

Yang Qiu opened his eyes and, through the black cat's shared vision, went through the memory of the person who claimed to be an FBI agent. He immediately matched him with Phil Coulson, the last director of S.H.I.E.L.D., from his memory.

"An, come back." Yang Qiu said after thinking for a while.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cat emerged from the shadows of the room, ran to Yang Qiu's hand, and burrowed its head under Yang Qiu's palm.

Stroking the smooth cat's fur, Yang Qiu pondered his next plan. He was a little puzzled. Were the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. so free these days? Or had he given himself away? Why did he always run into S.H.I.E.L.D. agents whenever he tried to do something?

Yang Qiu didn't have any particular thoughts; he just wanted revenge. His more than twenty years of life in his previous life had etched the phrase "repay evil with justice" into his mind, so he would have no mercy for the gangsters who had caused his adoptive parents' accidental deaths.

Before transmigrating, Yang Qiu was just an ordinary 996 worker. After working overtime for more than half a month and dying suddenly, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a new body.

Having been reborn, Yang Qiu didn't have many thoughts. After learning that Stark Industries existed in this world, Yang Qiu's first reaction was to find a way to take his parents to settle in China and then take them to eat all kinds of delicious food.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. His adoptive parents were killed in a gang shootout. These ruthless thugs were firing machine guns at each other in the street. A stray bullet hit the tire of his adoptive parents' car as they were trying to avoid it, and the vehicle went out of control and crashed into a wall. The people in the car eventually died from their injuries.

Despite receiving a large sum of insurance money, Yang Qiu felt no joy. After locking himself in his home for a day, he abandoned his well-prepared travel plans. Those gangsters involved in this incident would inevitably pay the price for their actions!

The intense emotional fluctuations allowed Yang Qiu to successfully awaken his ability, an ability derived from his previous life as a screenwriter, which would become his greatest reliance for revenge!

The revenge is progressing well so far. The two gang leaders who clashed that night are dead at home. The cause of death is excessive blood loss due to severed tongues and twisted limbs, as well as other injuries.

One of the gang's key members has already been taken to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s vehicle. As experimental subjects, they may suffer even more than the two leaders. As for the option of surviving after becoming experimental subjects, sorry, with Yang Qiu in that situation, that option simply doesn't exist.

Chapter Two: My Script Can Come True

"There's still a group left. Looks like we'll have to find a different way for them to die. That annoying S.H.I.E.L.D." Yang Qiu shook his head, closed his eyes, and activated his abilities.

In Yang Qiu's dazzling mental landscape, two stars radiate a faint light. These are the two scripts he has designed so far. Of course, due to a lack of experience, the evolution of these scripts is not perfect.

Script 1: The Birth of the Apostle

Synopsis: A plague gives birth to rumors from nothingness. Driven by the abyss of human evil, the world loses an innocent girl and gains an avenger born from the death of rumors. She will use the eerie eyes bestowed by evil spirits to watch those who blame others for their sins and arbitrarily take lives...

Script evolution result: Unsatisfactory

The product of the script's evolution: Black Cat (An)

Born in the shadow of the apostles, the black cat possesses the power to ignore some of the laws of physics, allowing it to traverse any shadow and unleash attacks with the omnipresent power of fear. It must be said that for most life forms, the mind is clearly more fragile than their body.

Script 2: Annabelle

Synopsis: The beautiful and rare haunted doll Annabelle falls into the hands of a New York mob after a period of wandering. Following her appearance, mysterious and bizarre events begin to occur in the home of the doll's owner. After a series of deaths and bloodshed, they discover that the source of it all is this adorable doll...

Script evolution result: Pass

The product of script evolution: Annabelle doll

A doll imbued with a malevolent spirit by a sinister cult is harmless most of the time, until it detects cracks in your heart and weakens your body. At this point, it typically dismantles the target's bones and joints, turning them into a doll just like itself. It will then prove that dolls are the most beautiful things in the world. (Note: Annabelle hates wailing, so she will remove any organs that emit wailing sounds.)

Clearly, in Annabelle's eyes, the two gang leaders who frequently vented their inner emotions through violence perfectly fit her criteria.

It was a kind doll, after all, once it became a doll, it would never have any more troubles. It was just a pity that the leader's wails during the process were so disgusting to it.

So Annabelle dolls smashed their throats, stretched their tongues to ten meters long, and then used their tongues as puppet strings to sew their broken joints back together. Sadly, before all this was done, the leader's body went completely cold.

The incomplete doll, which did not survive the entire process, had no collectible value, so the Annabelle doll had to be returned to the storage table with regret, waiting for the next person to own it.

Now, its nominal owner is a researcher at S.H.I.E.L.D. After discovering the body of the first leader when he died, S.H.I.E.L.D. noticed something was wrong and raided the second gang. They found the Annabelle doll when it returned to its location and captured it.

Annabelle did not resist. Dolls are meant to have an owner, it's just that this time there were a few too many people to be the owner.

When S.H.I.E.L.D. contained it, Yang Qiu felt inexplicably relieved. Although in the hidden settings before the script was created, these creations evolved from the script would never harm him, Yang Qiu still felt inexplicably uncomfortable having this doll by his side. Of course, it would be best if someone could help him store it for free.

As for the gang members who were taken to the hospital by ambulance and then picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D., they were naturally attacked by Ann. Even if they survived, they were just repeating the things they feared most.

Suddenly, Yang Qiu had an idea that could serve as the evolution goal for Script Three.

A tiny star was born in his mind. Compared to its kind, this star seemed very illusory and needed to go through various events and scenarios to truly come into being.

Having learned from his previous two experiences, Yang Qiu projected his mental energy into the Bloodhands' territory through his mental universe. During this process, he needed to be careful to avoid the magical network that covered the entire city. This network was established by the Ancient One. Currently, Yang Qiu did not have the strength to confront them directly. Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., those sorcerers posed the greatest danger to Yang Qiu.

However, Yang Qiu didn't pay much attention to it. Dormammu had invaded Earth some time ago, and now the Sorcerer Supreme on Earth wouldn't have time to deal with him. Compared to Dormammu's undisguised invasion, Yang Qiu's little move was nothing.

After selecting the evolution location, Yang Qiu began searching for the main characters of Script Three among the vast crowd. To prevent himself from falling into the abyss under the influence of the power, Yang Qiu's first rule for himself was to avoid irrelevant people as much as possible, so the main characters should preferably be members of the underworld.

He needs someone to betray him now.

It's not difficult. After the leader died, the Blood Hand Gang is currently in internal strife. Several first-level leaders are trying to take that position, because in their eyes, taking that position means having everything they want.

Unbeknownst to them, a collective enemy was observing their actions from a godlike perspective, watching them make a fool of themselves.

“Sanders, stop struggling. Haven’t you figured things out yet? While you were scheming, your underlings have already been wiped out by my men. Surrender, and maybe I’ll leave you a job cleaning toilets.” Denor exhaled a smoke ring, looking at Sanders who was surrounded by his own men.

Sanders gritted his teeth as he looked at the man next to Denor. He wasn't too concerned about his failure now; what goes around comes around, and he was prepared for either someone else to die or him to die. What he couldn't understand was why those who might have betrayed him showed their loyalty, while the one least likely to betray him became the traitor.

"Sandel, I've treated you well, why did you do this?!"

Sanders looked at his brother and couldn't understand it at all.

Sander lowered his head and hid behind Denor, not saying a word.

"Oh? So you want to die knowing the truth? You really want to know? Beg me, beg me." Denor kicked Sanders to the ground, stepped on his chest, and kept repeating those three words.

"I beg...please..." Sanders' lips moved slightly as he looked at his number one enemy.

Denor sighed, tui.

He spat in Sanders' face. "This is boring. Men, throw him into the sea as usual."

Having lost his ability to toy with his opponent, Denor waved and turned to leave, and Sandel never once looked up at his brother.

Chapter Three: The Birth of the Bloodharbor Ghost

"Brother, I've treated you well, so I won't pour you into cement. Remember my kindness in hell, hahaha."

At night, a gangster dragged Sanders to the harbor, tied him up, and then attached several weights to his body. With these weights, even a world-class swimming champion wouldn't be able to survive without using his hands.

Seeing Sanders in a dead end, Yang Qiu, who was observing the script, finally began to write.

Script Three, Prologue: I died where the monster was born, and I was born where the monster died.

Under Yang Qiu's "pen strokes," a giant fish that had never existed in this world was born beneath this port.

This is a Blue Sac Fish, named after a fish in the world of Valoran, and of course, it has a similar function. Yang Qiu used the power of the script to transform his spiritual power into real magic, which was stored in the blue sac behind the Blue Sac Fish's sharp teeth.

Now this Blue Sac Fish is almost identical to the fish on the Valoran continent. They all have insane value, except that there may be reproductive isolation between the two fish with the same name, since this one was created by Yang Qiu.