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Chapter 11 Marvel's Corrupt Exorcist
🕑 Added 2025-05-10 01:50:08 +0000 UTCThere is also the DC Universe next door in the game!
"Batman is locked in on the fifth floor! If you won’t give him up, at least play him right! Check the stats!"
As soon as Luke entered the game, he immediately started a "friendly" exchange with his teammates.
"You absolute fuck! Your record is a disaster, and you have the nerve to ask for a pick?"
Seeing someone calling him out, Luke glanced at their ID.
"[Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers]… Really?"
He scoffed. "Don’t block my pick, or I’ll show you what five Batarangs in a second looks like!"
Despite the heated exchange, no one gave up their chosen spot.
The result? An inevitable, crushing defeat.
"Are you seriously playing Batman?"
"Do you even know how to use a Batarang?"
As the match ended, Luke saw [Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers] spamming the chat with trash talk.
His face darkened.
The next match began.
And who does he end up with as a teammate again?
[Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers].
Once again, the match ended in disaster.
"Batman?! Again?!"
"Dude, do you have no shame picking him?!"
As soon as the game ended, [Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers] went off in the chat, typing at rapid speed.
"…"
Luke's eye twitched.
"[Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers], right? Oh, you’re gonna learn today."
His expression turned ice cold.
Without hesitation, he reached for the magic book he had borrowed from Wong.
Unfortunately, after flipping through it for a while, he couldn’t find a single spell that would let him punch someone through the internet.
"No way! I refuse to let this slide!"
……
A little while later.
At Kamar-Taj.
After listening to Luke’s story, Wong's round face was filled with confusion.
"…Wait. You're telling me… you want to use a high-level spell because of a video game?"
Wong just couldn't process it.
But, sighing, he still handed over a magic book. "Here, knock yourself out."
"You wouldn't understand," Luke said with a depressed act.
He didn’t bother explaining further.
He quickly opened the book, ran through the incantations a few times, and activated the spell.
Soon, demonic energy fused into the magic circle, forming a surge of mystical power that swept across dimensions.
At last, it locked onto a location.
A small town in Florida.
"[Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers]… I’m coming for you."
Luke smirked as he opened a portal, cracked his knuckles, and stepped through.
……
"Yo, yo, isn’t this Superman? What, you think you’re good or something?"
"Haha, Iron Man? Really? Playing ADC? You suck, dude. Go get a job."
Luke stepped out of the portal and immediately spotted his target—a cocky thirteen-year-old white kid, hunched over his phone, talking mad trash.
That voice, that smug tone…
It was him.
[Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers].
"Just a little more and I’ll break my kill record—c’mon, Fight me sonovabitch! Hahaha—"
The kid suddenly stopped laughing, mid-taunt.
His shoulders stiffened.
Slowly, he turned his head.
He wasn’t alone anymore.
His wide eyes met Luke’s masked face. But this wasn’t just any mask.
It looked like Batman’s, but it was warped, terrifying—a monstrous version created from demonic energy.
"Y-you… you… Who are you?!"
The kid’s voice trembled.
Luke tilted his head slightly. "What do you think?"
"Are you… Batman?!"
"Bingo~!" Luke clapped sarcastically.
Then, with glowing scarlet eyes, he stepped forward.
"AAAAAHHHH!!"
"HELP!!!"
"BATMAN'S ATTACKING ME!!!"
A high-pitched scream rang out through the quiet town.
Some kids talk trash online for fun.
Tonight, Luke decided to have a little fun of his own.
...
The next morning, Luke woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time.
"Man, that was a good sleep!" he muttered, stretching his arms above his head.
This was the first time in ages he’d slept so peacefully. No stress, no chaos, just a solid night’s rest.
"I should pace myself with this kind of thing. If I keep pulling all-nighters, I’ll ruin my sleep schedule," he mused.
Feeling particularly upbeat, Luke stepped outside, greeting every neighbor he passed.
First impressions mattered, and he wanted to be seen as the friendly new guy in the community.
In no time, he had become the charming young man next door, always polite and smiling.
If he hadn’t walked away so quickly, some of the older ladies might have even started introducing him to their granddaughters.
Some things never change—no matter where you are, aunties will always be aunties.
After leaving the apartment complex, he found a small diner and settled in for breakfast.
"Maybe I should take a stroll around Avengers Tower later," he thought while sipping his coffee.
Unlike other people who got pulled into crazy Marvel-level antics, Luke saw himself as more of a tourist.
Why rush into battles when you could just kick back, eat, drink, and enjoy the sights?
"Eh, if anything truly apocalyptic happens, the bald guy in the robe will handle it."
By Luke’s calculations, there were still two years before the Ancient One was set to die.
That meant Thanos and all the cosmic disasters were still a long way off.
He had plenty of time to enjoy himself before the universe decided to implode.
"Once I get bored, I’ll start thinking about saving the world," he chuckled.
Just as he was finishing up his meal and getting ready to leave, his phone buzzed on the table.
He glanced at the caller ID: 'Pointed Bread.'
"What’s up, Pointed Bread?" Luke answered casually.
The nickname was his way of poking fun at Daredevil’s tiny devil-horned mask.
"I found Kingpin," Daredevil’s serious voice came through the phone.
Luke immediately perked up.
"The Overlord Gang is making a deal with the Mexicans at a warehouse in Port Jefferson today," Daredevil continued. "This one's big—Kingpin is showing up in person."
Now, Luke had not forgotten about Kingpin—far from it.
He just didn’t feel like wasting energy looking for him.
Daredevil and Kingpin were old rivals anyway; it made sense to let Matt do the detective work.
Besides, using magic to hunt down every criminal wasn’t practical.
Not everyone was as insufferable as [Florida Doesn’t Raise Idlers].
Blowing through a ton of magic for just one crime boss?
That was overkill.
"Alright, got it," Luke said, playing it cool.
Then he hesitated. "By the way, how much is this deal worth?"
"Not sure on the exact amount," Daredevil admitted. "But if Kingpin is there himself, it’s got to be at least ten million."
Luke paused.
"... Hold that thought. I’m on my way."
In one swift motion, he hung up, found a quiet alley, and conjured a fiery portal.
Avengers Tower could wait.
It wasn’t like he could eat it.
With a grin, he stepped through the portal.
Meanwhile—
Just moments after Luke vanished into the swirling flames, something strange happened less than a hundred meters from where he had stood.
The ground trembled before splitting open, revealing a jagged, several-meter-long crack.
A blast of hot air rushed out, carrying with it a thick, sulfuric stench.
