Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

He didn't need to do anything. As soon as he walked in, the door lock was broken by the S9 series flying knife produced by the Marvel world under his control, and the door opened.

As soon as you enter the funeral home.

The feeling here gave Roddy a feeling as if he had come from the world of the living to the world of the dead.

"Sure enough, there are ghosts."

As Roddy walked in, a black flag suddenly moved without wind. Roddy noticed this and narrowed his eyes.

When he arrived at the innermost autopsy room.

A figure in black was standing with his back to him, performing an autopsy on a corpse that was lying on a steel bed with its eyes open.

Roddy approached quietly and came behind the black forensic doctor. Of course, he had many other professions, including undertaker, cremator, and even makeup artist.

It seemed as if he was the only one in the entire funeral home.

"Hello."

Rody spoke calmly.

But the other party was not frightened at all. He just paused and then slowly turned his head.

It was a face with strange features, especially those eyes, which seemed to be able to see through a person's entire appearance. The black man stared at Roddy without saying a word, but just made a welcoming gesture.

"You don't seem surprised that I'm here?"

Roddy raised his eyebrows and became interested. He glanced at the bloody scene around him. There was no place to step. Forget it, he just stood there.

"Haha, a chain car accident caused these young bodies to die. This is their predetermined fate... Ask whatever you want."

The black forensic doctor stared at Rody for a few seconds and then turned around, muttering to himself, looking at the bloody corpse in front of him, the flesh had begun to turn white and purple.

Roddy was a little impressed. Even if this guy was a normal person before, he would have been driven crazy after all these years.

"I want to ask you about the God of Death. You should know."

This black forensic doctor must have had some contact with the god of death. He is either the messenger of death, or someone who escaped from the god of death.

Roddy was very sure that he was not an ordinary person.

Originally Roddy thought that the black forensic doctor would say something weird, but to his surprise, the other party said something directly.

“You have potential.”

"What potential?" Rody was surprised.

"You have the potential to serve the God of Death. You are very special."

The black man turned his head and showed a strange and sinister smile. At the same time, darkness seemed to be rolling out from the bottom of his eyes.

Chapter 301 The Origin of Wizards and Prophets

"Do you have the potential to become... a disciple of the God of Death?"

In the dark and gloomy morgue, when Roddy heard the black forensic doctor say this, he could feel an ominous aura spreading towards him.

The lights flickered, and a chilly wind blew out from nowhere in the sealed room.

The black forensic doctor in front of him had a strange expression, and his eyes had no whites and were completely filled with black mist.

Like a messenger returning from hell.

Invite Roddy.

"That's right, a special existence like you is just right for wandering the world to witness and observe the rules..."

"Keep talking."

Since the other party had spoken frankly, Roddy did not hide anything and ignored the ominous signs around him.

Even this terrifying atmosphere is not enough to scare off a demon.

Even though he is still very weak in this world, Rody is Rody and he is fearless.

For him who is in the universe, death is just the end of an adventure in one world.

Seeing that Roddy was not frightened at all and even looked interested, the smile of the black forensic doctor, who had been smiling like a robot or a zombie, gradually disappeared.

Staring deeply at Rody.

His eyes were round and scary, showing signs of being angry and embarrassed. To be honest, Roddy was worried that his eyes would fall out of their sockets.

"Only those who have died and come back to life have the potential to become the disciple messenger of the God of Death."

"..."

Although Roddy looked fine on the surface, he was nervous inside. This guy... should be the first person who could tell that he was resurrected from the dead.

How did he know?

But then Roddy suddenly realized something and tilted his head to look at the black doctor with interest: "So you have also died once? Have you been targeted by the god of death?"

The black forensic doctor did not answer this question, but turned around and continued to fiddle with the corpse.

"Death hates to be fooled. Everything in this world has life and death, and it's all written in fate."

"——If you were supposed to die on the plane, but are now standing here alive, it means you are qualified to participate in the game."

"what game."

Roddy suddenly felt that the world of Death Comes seemed more interesting than he had imagined, and asked with interest.

"Death is like a series of predetermined programs. The birth and death of a person have already been written in the time of fate."

For some unknown reason, the black forensic doctor described it in great detail.

“But there are always some special people in the world who have talents and can foresee and peek into some death programs initiated by the god of death—and thus escape!”

As he spoke, the black medical examiner turned around quietly, baring his white teeth in a smile that was full of evil humor.

Roddy's eyes fell on the black forensic doctor's hand and his brows frowned slightly.

The black forensic doctor was holding a small claw-like tool in his hand, with a bloody eyeball in the center of the hook.

It was taken from the unfortunate guy who had been dead for a long time, and it still had some blood vessels and other connecting things, but to be honest, this thing was not a deterrent to Rody who often ate roasted lamb eyes.

"Did you foresee this?"

"Foresight?"

"Foresee the time when your death is approaching."

At this point Roddy suddenly realized.

Shit, he gets it!

No wonder this black forensic doctor said he was a man who came back from the dead, and why he could recognize the other protagonists.

It’s not because she saw through his identity as a time traveler.

Perhaps the black forensic doctor is the disciple of the god of death, who has the ability to see through a person's fate or something similar, and can discover that the other person is "different".

It seems that Roddy's identity has not been fully exposed yet.

"No, but there was a kid on the plane who seemed to have foreseen something, so I got off the plane. It seems I should thank him?" Roddy said honestly, spreading his hands.

"Then you are very lucky, but you don't look ordinary either."

The black forensic doctor sneered, found a bottle of solution and put the removed eyeball into it.

'Plop~'

The eyeball rolled around in the bottle for a few times and finally looked at Rody. I wonder if it was a coincidence.

This liquid should be formalin solution.

Roddy thought to himself, while the black medical examiner took off his rubber gloves and continued to speak, revealing the truth of the world to Roddy.

"This kind of people are actually not rare. A long time ago, they had a special name - wizards."

"Of course, some people call them prophets, or seers, or whatever."

"People fear them because they can escape death, but they will also die of old age and disease. It may seem like they have escaped death, but who knows if this is part of Death's plan."

So that's how it is. Roddy was a little surprised. Is this how wizards in this world came about?

"So let's talk about something useful." But Roddy was more concerned about the so-called Disciples of the God of Death.

"Don't worry, you still have a lot of time."

The black medical examiner shook his head slowly. That mechanical feeling and weird smile made Rody narrow his eyes.

This guy must have some ability to see people's fate to a certain extent.

for sure.

"Then keep talking."

"Most wizards are just self-righteous people who have seen through the plans of the God of Death. They think they have escaped the scythe of the God of Death and are arrogantly pursuing immortality."

"They all died in the end, and the Grim Reaper cannot be fooled."

"But there are exceptions. Some people use some method to get away from the death list. They hide themselves until they are too old to walk, and then die naturally."

"Like you?"

Roddy asked with interest, wondering if this guy was talking about himself.

The black forensic doctor was silent again and gave a mysterious smile, as if he wanted to say - guess what, and I'll tell you if you guess it right.

Rhodey sighed. He hated the Riddler, so in Gotham Rhodey just shot the Riddler in the head.

But why are there still some people who are so obsessed with riddles?

...

Roddy was a little sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep.

So he sighed and ended the conversation.

"What I need is a definite answer, Mr. Forensic Doctor. Since you said this is the origin of wizards, I am curious, do you have any other abilities?"

A throwing knife appeared in Roddy's hand at some point, and he was playing with it quickly.

It's just playing tricks.