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Marvel: Starting as a mutant, until omniscience and omnipotence

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Bab 1: Chapter 1 001: New Era and Old Era

April 2029, sunny.

On the busiest street of the slum, an old truck was parked at the door of the warehouse. Several workers were moving boxes of wine into the open carriage. The sound of "Bippyrin" bottles colliding with each other echoed in the ears. .

 "Be careful, it's full of beer, don't put it so heavy!"

Oudorf scolded the workers, tore open the box and took out a bottle of beer. He drank the entire bottle of wine and his face gradually turned red to the root of his neck.

 "Oudorf, drink less, we will need you to drive later."

Rojo, who was leaning against the wall, coughed twice to remind the red-necked uncle Oudolf.

 "You kid, you've been with Oudolf for so many days and you still don't believe in Oudolf's driving skills? Don't worry, I'll still drive even if I drink a box of it."

Oudorf didn't take it seriously and took out another bottle of wine. He took a big gulp of wine and his Adam's apple slipped. He burped after a while and said, "Besides, you can also drive, so we can change shifts in advance."

"I'm a minor and don't have a driver's license, so I can't drive in the city."

Rojo was speechless. He would have to travel a long distance in the city later. If he was stopped to check his ID, the delivery order would have to be ended early.

"Okay, it looks like two outlaws are getting together. Don't worry, I know a less cumbersome path."

Oudorf finished another bottle of wine, and then saw the workers closing the carriage door and waving to indicate that the loading was complete.

 He touched Rojo again and patted Rojo's shoulder and said, "Trust me, get in the car and set off."

 "It's up to you, I'm not that easy to get hurt anyway."

Rojo smiled and reluctantly got into the passenger seat. He mainly followed Oudorf on a few trips and was already familiar with the character of this red-necked man. He was rough and vulgar and went his own way and refused to listen to advice. However, the uncle has never fallen out of trouble. He just lacks professionalism at work and has a habit of drinking. You can always see a hungover Oudorf in bars and on the streets. According to his words, life is only about wine and women.

 "Damn, the radio isn't working again."

Oudorf started the old truck and drove to the avenue. The radio also started the engine, making a harsh electric sound, which made people feel extremely irritated.

"If you use the drinking money to repair the radio, you can listen to the radio tonight."

Rojo said looking at the broken external radio.

 "You can also listen to it tonight"

Oudorf slapped the radio hard, and after a few angry hits, the sound of electricity returned to normal, and the normal radio broadcast came out one after another, "This piece of shit needs to be repaired."

Rojo was speechless. He really didn't know that the dilapidated radio could withstand several special repairs by the red-necked uncle.

"Jason, this year in 2029, the official conducted a brand new survey, and they found a brand new data that broke past history. What do you guess it is?"

 The host's voice came from the radio.

 "Didn't know rugby ratings were down?"

"My guess is wrong. I watched a football match with my family yesterday. What I want to say is that according to the latest survey statistics, there is a race that is moving away from us."

 "You said this, I probably understand it, mutant!"

"Yes, according to statistics, the last registered mutant was already seventeen years ago. It's unbelievable!"

"Survival of the fittest, it is clear that mutants cannot adapt, they are gradually being eliminated, and are now on the verge of extinction!"

 "I haven't seen a mutant in years anyway."

ˆ "."

Rojo's expression was complicated and a little unnatural. He reached out and turned down the sound of the radio station.

 For a while, the car became quiet.

"Kid, I thought you would like to listen to the radio. I don't know who was complaining just now, "If you use the drinking money to repair the radio, you can listen to the radio tonight."

Oudorf drove the car with one hand, lit a cigarette, exhaled thick white smoke, listened to the radio content, and said with emotion: "God is really strange, creating a species and then destroying them. The police were all the rage, and now even the mutant academy has been abandoned, it's really cruel and heartless."

 "It's just survival of the fittest"

After hearing this, Rojo opened the window for ventilation. His handsome face faced the morning breeze, and he took a deep breath and said, "The old era has passed, and now is the new era."

"Old era, new era, that's a good point, but mutants have nothing to do with us."

Oudorff nodded, switched the radio to the song channel, and did not continue the topic of mutants. Mutants were too far apart from ordinary people like them.

 but.

 The content on the radio made Rojo fall into brief contemplation.

 Mutants are on the verge of extinction.

 old days.

 Does it really have nothing to do with him?

Rojo feels like it's been another world. Seventeen years have passed and the old era of mutants has long ended. Next year will be his 18th year traveling through Marvel.

He never thought he would come to the Marvel Universe, let alone become one of the last batch of mutants to reproduce normally in the old era.

That's right, outsiders don't know that Rojo, who seems harmless to humans and animals, is actually a mutant. Even Ordov, who has been with him for several months, has no idea.

After all, since those births were registered 17 years ago, mutants seem to have lost their ability to reproduce, and no more mutant newborns are born on this planet!

 Obviously, the mutants in this universe are experiencing a catastrophe. The X-Men and Xavier Academy for Geniuses have long since been disbanded. No one is thinking about the future of mutants anymore. The mutants of the old era have become a thing of the past, and the race is heading towards extinction.

Rojo unfortunately will become a victim of the demise of the old era.

Even if he keeps changing his identity for many years, hiding among ordinary people, and living on the edge, he will be discovered sooner or later. Those people in the dark will not let mutants go easily. In the Marvel Universe, humans seem to never be able to compete with mutants. Peaceful coexistence, either you die or I die between the two races.

Even though he is quite stable now, driving and delivering goods to make some money, in fact, he has only been living like this for a few months. ˆ

  He has spent most of the past ten years evading capture.

Even though mutants have human rights, they have been charged with a bunch of unfounded charges. According to the law, mutants are classified as dangerous weapons and can be killed anytime and anywhere to prevent harm to society!

"The only thing I can rely on is my own mutant ability. I have to grow faster."

Rojo murmured in his heart.

Thinking about it, the old truck passed through the bustling buildings, drove out of the city, and entered a deserted and remote road. This area was desolate and inhabited. As far as the eye could see, it was all loess and the continuous Gobi Desert. It was desolate. According to Oudorf's idea, choosing a sparsely populated route can avoid being inspected by patrol police. Although American cops are easy to bribe in the countryside, there are always some people who are more stubborn. He does not want to delay the delivery trip because of drunk driving.

In the evening, as the drunken red enveloped the car, the setting sun gradually sank into the horizon. After driving all day and eating a few hamburgers, Oudorf felt sleepy and dozed off, as if he was about to fall on the steering wheel in the next second.

 "Oudorf, how about I drive it instead?"

Rojo was really afraid that he would fall asleep the next second when he saw this.

 "good idea"

Oudorf yawned, stepped on the brakes and was about to stop, but inadvertently saw the outline of a building emerging on the horizon in the distance.

His eyes suddenly lit up, "That seems to be a desert tavern. We can go and rest for a night before leaving!"

"Come on, you can still see clearly from so far away?"

Rojo looked at the navigation map and said, "And the map doesn't show that there is a tavern on this section of the road."

 "Trust an alcoholic's instincts."

Oudorf was full of confidence, and with the tavern in front of him, he who was originally depressed suddenly became energetic and drove the truck at a high speed.

Rojo shook his head helplessly, but fortunately, the situation was as expected. The building in front was really a pub. It seemed that it had been newly opened. Even the paint on the signboard looked so new and bright.

However, Rojo got out of the car and frowned when he noticed that there were many motorcycles of the same style with uniform logos printed on them parked in front of the tavern. It seemed that this tavern was very popular with a certain gang.

He wanted to remind Oudorf, but the red-necked uncle had already ran into the tavern excitedly, saying, "Sure enough, you have to trust the intuition of a drunkard!"

Rojo walked into the tavern, and immediately a dozen people looked at him at the same time. Everyone was wearing similar clothes, but they just looked at him and looked away.

 "You two, what would you like to drink?"

At the bar, the bartender asked Rojo and Ordolf.

 "Two beers first."

Oudorf didn't notice the guests in the tavern who were wearing similar uniforms, so he took out his money and slapped it on the table.

 "I don't drink."

Rojo shook his head and refused. He rarely drank when placing orders, especially in a pub with such a strange atmosphere. He should stay sober.

 "It's so boring. When I was your age, no one could drink better than me."

Oudorf picked up the wine glass and drank a large glass of wine in one go. His beard was covered with white beer foam.

"So now you can only drive a truck to deliver goods, and live in a miserable state every day."

Rojo looked around with his peripheral vision and complained.

Oudorf was speechless for a moment, so he had to put down the glass, smacked his lips, and said displeasedly: "This beer is really bad, it tastes bad."

"I think these beers are the best in this area, and they are home-brewed in our pub."

The bartender glanced at the red-necked man, wiped the wine glass and said.

"You haven't had any good wine before, this is just like water."

Oudorf didn't take it seriously, but took another sip.

"Brother, tell me, what beer is the best?"

Suddenly, a motorcyclist came up from the side, sat on the right side of Oudorf, and asked slowly.

 "Every beer I have in that van parked outside is better than this!"

 Oudorf said proudly.

"You mean that truck outside is full of beer?"

There was something strange in the eyes of the motorcyclist. He glanced at the truck outside, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised an arc.

 "What, you want to drink?"

Oudorf drank two large glasses of beer. His neck was red and red, and he spoke in a daze.

 "Idiot."

Rojo frowned and muttered to himself, this guy not only wants to drink, but he seems to want the entire truck of beer outside.


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