This is a special world where heroes dominate justice.

In this world, most of humanity has superpowers, which are embodied in the nature of magical bodies. or a flame body, or a twisted body, or telepathy......

These superpowers bring not only magic, but also danger. The evil parties use it to stir up trouble, and conventional weapons cannot help them. The police and army are rapidly weakening. In this case, the profession of hero came into being.

True, in this world, heroism is a profession, the fruit of mutual concessions between various strata of society. They are under the dual jurisdiction of the Hero Office and the government, specializing in cracking down on cases of superpower crimes. Thanks to their efforts, the criminal frenzy that stirred up the whole society was quickly eliminated.

They are the saviors of society and the stars of the masses. And the man who stands at the top of the hero, is worshiped by everyone, and is a beacon of justice.

Known as the savior hero - Olmet.

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Wu Hao woke up suddenly.

Limbs, body, ears, mouth and nose...... Pain is signaling from all parts of the body. He raised his hand with great difficulty, and it was a white flower—a bandage.

This guy ...... Was someone stabbed or in a car accident?

Wu Hao was a little worried, he really didn't expect his identity to be a sick number in this script, so how to do the task released by the system? Reasoning lying down?

"Don't fight anymore? All right? ”

It was a girl who spoke, her voice was nice, but her tone was dry.

"What?"

Wu Hao asked hoarsely, his brain was a little confused, and he didn't understand what the girl said.

"I said, stop fighting." The girl repeated the words again, "What is the difference between us and the evil party if we use violence at will?" ”

Wu Hao will understand that the reason why he is lying on the bed like this is because he fought with someone. But, evil party, what the hell is this?

He shook his head and looked at the girl who was talking, she was sitting in a chair beside his bed, burgundy hair, delicate braids, and agate-colored eyes. There are also maid outfits. It's good-looking, but it's a little no.

Maid?

Wu Hao blinked.

"Young master, let's drink this bowl of medicine first," the maid offered a drink with both hands, "We have to attend the master's funeral later, so we have to hurry." ”

She calls me young master, which means that I am a child of a powerful family? But the decoration of the house doesn't look gorgeous, does it? Also, the master she said should be my father, which script will kill my father when it comes out? Batman?

Wu Hao became more and more inexplicable and asked the system for help. But the taskbar is blank - it's still free time.

He set his eyes on the bowl of drink that the maid had brought him. The drink was dark green, with a few patches of grass algae floating on it, and a few bubbles from time to time, which made the thief disgusting.

Wu Hao, who has a habit of cleanliness, doesn't want to touch this bowl of drink.

"Look at my body," Wu Hao questioned, "It's impossible to drink a bowl of medicine, right?" ”

"This bowl of medicine was prescribed by the medical hero, the Healing Girl," said the maid, "and your wounds will be healed after drinking it." ”

"I don't believe it." Wu Hao put the medicine down.

"Drink it."

Although her voice still did not fluctuate, Wu Hao always felt that her eyes were much sharper—like his English teacher who was ready to scold in high school.

"Drink."

The maid approached Wu Hao step by step, and the lace-edged sleeves were shining with cold light, which seemed to be knives.

Threats of force!

As a last resort, Wu Hao had to take a sip of medicine, and the unfamiliar taste hit his taste buds. Some are bitter, some are astringent, some are numb, and some are spicy.

What does this smell like!

"Drink it in a big gulp, or the medicine will be ineffective."

Wu Hao closed his eyes and poured all the medicine into it. The medicine was so unpalatable that something the size of a pill got stuck in his throat, but it was immediately washed down by the potion again.

After drinking the whole bowl of medicine, Wu Hao felt like he had swallowed. He kept retching, but he couldn't get anything out.

The itchy sensation spreads throughout the body. The potion went down his stomach, as if it turned into a stream of qi and flowed into his limbs. His wounds scarred at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his skin opened and returned to its original appearance.

The itching sensation only lasted for a while before disappearing with pain. He tore the bandage he was wearing, and his skin was as white as ever, and he didn't think it had ever been injured.

Miss Maid's words were indeed credible.

"Let's go when the injury is healed," the maid didn't give him time to rest at all, "it's time for the old man's funeral." ”

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Wu Hao put on the black suit that Miss Maid put on at the head of the bed, and followed her to the funeral home in a daze.

The funeral parlor was black, like a crow's nest. Everyone was crying, and the whole venue was enveloped in a solemn and sad atmosphere.

Wu Hao was overwhelmed by such an atmosphere, he shook his head, looked around the surrounding environment, and found an explosive-headed man who was out of step with the surrounding atmosphere. Although he is also wearing a black suit, he wears earrings on his earlobes. The figure is burly, the muscles are knotted, the suit is taut, and the muscles bulge out one by one.

The man also noticed that Wu Hao was looking at him. He turned his head and waved his fist in the air, his eyes glaring like brass bells, like demonstrations.

Are you a dog?

Wu Hao subconsciously wanted to laugh, a slender hand reached over, twisted the muscles in his waist, and then turned 180 degrees.

"No laughing, no fighting."

Wu Hao noticed a slight fluctuation in the maid's voice. He probably guessed what happened: The wounds on my body were left from a fight with the man?

Who is he?

Before he could think about it, the maid's voice rang in his ears again. At this moment, she changed into a black dress and gently tied a white scarf to Wu Hao's arm.

"The funeral has begun."

The human wall slowly opened, and Wu Hao saw a coffin in the center of the auditorium. A tall, strong man lay in a coffin with a pale and serene face.

From the mouth of the maid lady, I learned that the person lying in the coffin was called Olmet, and he was indeed the world's own cheap father.

In front of the coffin is the podium. The crowd was crowded, and a person who had difficulty distinguishing gender came out of the crowd. It is not tall, and its whole body is wrapped in a black robe. It also walks slowly, holds a manuscript in its hand, wears a black helmet on its head, and can't see its face clearly.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Its tone was hoarse, and its voice was low, as if it had been processed by a voice changer, "Now we announce the eulogy of my beloved teacher, Mr. Olmet. ”

"The whole nation mourns the man who is now buried in the grave. From now on, what we look up to is not [civilian heroes], not [dutiful pawns in the heroic world], but giants, historical giants who take on the justice of the entire society. ”

Despite being a machine-synthesized voice, there was a hint of pathos in the monotony of his voice. Some people, mainly women and children, covered their noses with handkerchiefs and began to sob.

Wu Hao yawned when he heard this, he turned his gaze to the maid lady next to him, and found that something was wrong with her, her face was pale, her hands and feet were trembling, and she seemed to have exhausted all her strength to maintain a standing position.

Wu Hao leaned over slightly, pinched her little hand, and asked softly, "What?" Heat stroke? ”

"It's fine."

The girl whispered that she tried to break free of Wu Hao's hand, but Wu Hao didn't let go.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Olmet is the greatest hero of our time. His name will remain in our time, be praised by us, and will be passed on in the glorious achievements of the past. In that era when evil parties were rampant, it was him and his superpower [I am for all] that gave us hope in society......"

Wu Hao really couldn't stand the inorganic tone of the helmet man on the stage, he blinked, and suddenly felt a strangeness.

At this moment, Wu Hao no longer has the skill [Precursor Detection], he just feels that an extremely dangerous existence has invaded this space, but where it is, Wu Hao is not clear.

He searched everywhere and saw a crack open in the door of the auditorium.

The wind blew in.

Just watch the plaque [Mourning for Olmet] being blown to the ground. Sand and gravel fell from the ceiling, and in the distance, the crow's cry could be heard.

Demons appeared silently.

It was just above the crowd, softly, without a single sound.

The demon has a Nakshatra-like appearance and bat-like wings. The body blends in with the environment like a chameleon. Half of it is black as a shadow, and half of it is the same color as the ceiling, which is the color of wood pulp.

Except for Wu Hao, no one noticed it.

It grinned, revealing its white fangs. The wings flapped slightly, and several fireballs appeared in the air, wrapped in smoke and smashed towards the crowd.