Chapter 38: Welcome to the Marvel Universe

Sometimes, you just have to admit one thing: Spirit Energy... is incredibly useful!

After using Spirit Energy to blast Ahmad’s head apart, the remaining dozen terrorists were instantly terrified, screaming in panic as they soil themselves.

“Devil! It’s a devil!”

“It must be a devil—the devil killed Ahmad!”

“Lord, save us!”

A ridiculous scene unfolded before the terrorists.

Jamil stared in stunned silence, still unable to process it—Ahmad, the arrogant one... just like that, dead?

Could it really be the Lord manifesting?

But at that moment, a young, handsome face suddenly flashed through Jamil’s mind.

The old man wasn’t foolish—he knew well that if the Lord truly manifested, their village wouldn’t be in this state, and their country wouldn’t be like this!

So the only possible explanation... Jamil turned his head toward the house.

Alvin slowly stepped out of the house, gazing at the screaming terrorists, and gently pressed his index finger to his lips: “Shh, be quiet.”

Instantly, the terrorists’ mouths were sealed—they couldn’t make a single sound.

Amid their complex gazes—filled with terror and rage—Alvin sat cross-legged, his eyes cold and indifferent, and said softly: “Now, I ask, you answer. Nod if you understand.”

A few terrorists reacted a fraction too slowly—their heads were crushed inward as if squeezed by an invisible force, vanishing into their chests, leaving only hollow necks as their bodies wobbled and collapsed.

“I don’t like wasting time. So make your responses quick. Understood?” Alvin half-closed his eyes, cold killing intent spilling from his pupils.

This time, the remaining five terrorists nodded frantically like rice-pounding machines, terrified that even a half-second delay would crush their skulls.

“Good. First question.”

Alvin pointed at the first man on the left and asked: “What’s your organization’s name?”

“It’s, it’s...”

He wet his pants, his face filled with despair, his words jumbled and incoherent.

Crack!

Alvin had no patience for words—he simply twisted the man’s neck 360 degrees, then casually pointed to the second: “You. Speak.”

“The Ten Rings! We’re members of the Ten Rings!”

Clearly, this one had learned from the previous man’s fate—his answer came at lightning speed.

The Ten Rings?

Upon hearing that name, Alvin froze for half a second.

If he remembered correctly, wasn’t this a villainous organization that once appeared in the Marvel Universe?

“Did you kidnap Tony Stark?” To confirm his suspicion, Alvin asked directly.

“Who’s Tony Stark?”

The man looked utterly bewildered, blinking his eyes with a stupid expression.

Alvin felt a flicker of disappointment, then simply yanked the man’s head—along with his spine—out of his chest cavity.

“Devil! You never intended to spare us!”

The fourth man, watching the grotesque deaths of the three beside him, finally faced reality and roared in fury: “Die, you damned devil!”

Won’t talk?

Alvin smiled. Playing tough in front of him? Did the fool really think death was nothing?

Psychokinetic Spirit Energy offers many convenient applications.

For example... crushing every single bone.

Unfortunately, the fourth man’s bones weren’t that tough—he soon begged Alvin to kill him.

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” Alvin carefully controlled his power, ensuring the man died slowly.

“I... I don’t know who Tony Stark is...” The fourth man groaned, screamed in agony, and pleaded desperately: “But I know someone was recently captured by the leader and locked in a secret room. Beyond that... I don’t know. Please, kill me!”

Hmm. This roughly matches the plot—the captured man must be Tony Stark.

Alvin twisted the man’s neck with Spirit Energy, then turned his gaze to the fifth terrorist, trembling violently, utterly consumed by fear: “Your turn. Where’s your base?”

“Fifty miles east—you’ll see our base!”

The fifth man, terrified he hadn’t given enough, added quickly: “The captured man is locked in a cave at the southwest corner of the base—guarded by many men!”

“Thank you for your cooperation.”

Alvin nodded in satisfaction, then snapped the man’s neck.

Good. The village had finally returned to peace. With the trash gone, the air even felt fresher.

The only flaw? It had gotten a bit messy.

Looking at the filth covering the ground, Alvin felt a pang of guilt. He helped the fallen old man Jamil to his feet: “Sorry—it got a bit excessive. I dirtied your village. I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

“No, no, no, my child, you don’t need to apologize.”

Jamil gripped his hand gratefully, voice trembling: “If not for you, we’d all be dead today. This must surely be the Lord’s will!”

Without Alvin, this village would have vanished today.

Like all the others—looted of food, young men, and women—then left to starve, the elderly abandoned to die.

The dozen or so remaining elders in the village all thanked Alvin for saving them.

Even one old man, trembling, offered him a dried flatbread baked from flour: “Child, we have nothing to give you, nothing worthy of thanks. This bread... if you don’t mind, please take it and eat.”

The bread was dry and hard, but Alvin showed no disdain—he took it, smiled his thanks, bit into it, and mumbled: “Tastes great, old man!”

This wasn’t flattery. In his past life, he probably couldn’t have swallowed this thing.

But here in the Undernest, this was far better than energy bars or nutrient gruel—flour was a delicacy reserved for nobles!

After accepting the elders’ thanks, Alvin announced his intention to leave.

Jamil was reluctant and warmly urged Alvin to stay another two days, but Alvin refused.

In the end, with regret, Jamil filled a full sack with water and handed over several more flatbreads: “Child, take these. You’ll need them on the road.”

Alvin left all the guns behind—including two military Humvees—and drove off alone in one, heading east.

Sitting in the Humvee’s driver’s seat, Alvin gripped the steering wheel with one hand, gazing at the endless yellow desert, a faint smile curling his lips: “Iron Man. Tony Stark. His Arc Reactor... must be a high-quality energy source. How exciting.”

He hadn’t expected the Navigator System to bring him to the legendary Marvel Universe!

As the saying goes: danger and opportunity go hand in hand.

The Marvel Universe perfectly matched all the challenges Alvin currently faced.

Iron Man’s armor, Captain America’s serum, the Infinity Stones—all of it was a vast, untapped treasure trove for Alvin!

Of course, the most important thing was obtaining “Source Power.”

Alvin intended to make the Marvel Universe the Navigator System’s “anchor point,” so he could slowly unlock this immense treasure trove.