Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

After rolling twice through the thick glass, Roddy waved his hand at the black forensic doctor who was staring at him with resentment.

"Goodbye~"

Then, press the ignition button.

"boom--!"

Countless flames rushed out, and the head of the still struggling black man twisted and burned rapidly, finally turning into a puff of black smoke.

Only Roddy turned around and looked at the chair...

Chapter 302: Finding the Protagonist and Communicating Identity

on the chair.

The headless body turned into a ball of gray mist and disappeared.

Only the clothes that the black forensic doctor was wearing were left, falling lightly to the ground.

It seems that this guy can die without his head.

Roddy nodded in satisfaction.

Originally he had no intention of killing the black forensic doctor, but in a subsequent conversation, Roddy discovered that this guy was actually constantly misleading him.

The situation changed when they wanted to make him a so-called disciple of the God of Death.

Now the result is exactly as Rody predicted.

This guy had no bad intentions to begin with. Instead of helping the protagonists, the information he revealed ended up being the culprit that caused their deaths.

In other words, it would be impossible for the god of death to easily let those on the list escape death.

Escaping from death is nothing more than a human fantasy.

No one can escape death.

But Roddy didn't seem to be dying right now, so the black forensic doctor's words still revealed some useful information. New life could disrupt the plan of the god of death.

but..

Roddy walked out, rubbing his chin in distress. He couldn't possibly have one himself.

With that girl named Claire?

No, no, no, Roddy shook his head. This wouldn't work.

He remembered that there was a couple among the survivors this time, and it seemed to be correct.

Let's start with that group of couples.

...

The next day.

A single-family building located in the suburbs.

Roddy was sleeping soundly at home. His cheap parents in this life were overjoyed when they learned that he survived.

After all, the plane crash scared them.

Roddy also took the opportunity to suggest that he wanted to take a break for a while and even go out for a trip, which was agreed by both of them.

They were also worried that Rody might have some psychological problems, so they advised him to go out and relax instead of staying in this city.

Well, being targeted by the god of death doesn’t mean there are no good things.

At least I don't have to go to work.

After all, I almost lost my life, so why should I go to work?

As for the cooperation in Paris, let's suspend it for the time being.

This gave Rody a lot of free time.

"Dingling bell~"

A telephone rang from downstairs.

"Mr. Luo, this is a call for you."

The nanny hired by the family quickly went upstairs and knocked on Roddy's door.

"Okay, I'll go down now."

Roddy was awakened, yawned and then said.

Although he had only slept for three or four hours, he was now full of energy.

...

Three hours later.

At Claire's house.

As the silver car turned off, Roddy just got out of the car and saw Claire standing outside in a woolen cloak, looking at him sadly.

Roddy was a little embarrassed and rubbed his nose to cover it up.

After all, he took advantage of Claire last night and had a deep and simple conversation with her, but he ended up sneaking away in the middle of the night.

This is total scumbag behavior.

"Hello, are you okay?"

Roddy stepped forward, but he had to be careful because the girl had a bad temper and might slap him.

But Claire threw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes and sobbed.

"I woke up this morning and found you were gone, and there was no note..."

"I'm sorry, my parents are still waiting for me, and I have to go back to comfort them. I swear I didn't mean it."

Roddy gently explains that of course he didn’t mean it;

"really?"

"Of course, why would I leave you behind?"

Roddy shrugged, which made Claire breathe a sigh of relief. It must be said that the bangs somewhat concealed her beauty. Today, she tied her blonde hair into a high ponytail, which made her look much more beautiful.

At the same time, seeing the handsome Roddy who changed into a light brown hard leather jacket, khaki trousers and Martin boots, Claire felt a little shy again.

If Roddy hadn't exuded such a strong affinity and charm, she wouldn't have lost her composure like this.

"I had a nightmare last night, God, I wished you were here with me."

Claire muttered as she pulled Roddy into the house.

Roddy did not refuse. On the one hand, he was now passively defending against the god of death. On the other hand, he wanted to get to know the classmates who survived that day through Claire.

Except for Roddy and the male protagonist of the fifth part, Sam Roden, the rest of Claire are high school students.

"You had a nightmare. What nightmare?"

Hearing that it was a nightmare, Roddy remembered that Claire also had a little gift of prophecy. At least she was very sensitive to danger, so he immediately became interested and asked.

At this time, any possible sign should not be missed.

"I dreamed that I turned into a black mist and drifted around... I also dreamed of death, plague, war, and..."

Claire paused at this point.

Roddy sat down on the sofa and looked up to ask her what.

Claire tucked up her long hair and took off the woolen cape that covered her beautiful figure.

As the cloak slid to the floor.

It can be seen that this blonde beauty is only wearing a white vest that barely covers her snow-white belly button and a pair of pink lace panties.

Those straight long legs are simply works of art carefully crafted by God.

Claire was a little shy at this moment, so she stepped forward and sat astride Rody's arms, explaining in a low voice.

"I dreamed of you... You seemed to have undergone amazing changes. You could fly in the air, and with a wave of your hand you could bring down thunderbolts. You were like Superman, fighting with everything..."

"Ok?"

Roddy frowned when he heard Claire's description.

Originally he thought Claire was just having a nightmare, but now it seems that this is not a nightmare, and it is even very likely to be a prophecy.

But seeing Claire looking exhausted, Roddy suppressed his doubts for the time being.

He reached out his hand and stroked Claire's still slightly green cheek to comfort her.

"It's okay, it's just a dream."

"Let's do something to put this nightmare behind us."

Hearing Rody's meaningful words, Claire blushed, but she did not refuse. She obeyed Rody and unbuttoned her suspender sports top, releasing her nature.

As Roddy's hot palm slid down, it passed over Claire's somewhat sensitive waist skin.

Soon a creaking noise was heard in the house.

...

Until noon.

Claire lay in Rody's arms with lifeless eyes, her hands on Rody's chest, feeling his strong and powerful muscles.

"Oh my god, Luo, you must be a superman... I feel like I've been broken into countless parts."

"Aren't there any very strong classmates among your classmates, such as players in the football team?" Roddy asked with a smile, but was scolded and hit on the chest by Claire.

Claire raised half of her body and sat sideways to look at Rody.

"I have something to ask you, answer me truthfully, okay?"

"go ahead."

Roddy was eating cherries. Upon hearing this, he looked up, nodded, and sat up.

"I want to ask, can you foresee something...like a disaster happening?"