Seaside City, Restaurant.

"Thank you. Entertain. ”

William Hand said dryly, pushing the door open and walking out of the restaurant. He carried a grocery bag in his rough hand, and his hands were covered in mud and filth.

The glass door was closed, dangling under inertia, and the inside of the dining room was already a mess. Staggered seats, broken cutlery, and the floor stained with grease and blood. Waiters and customers alike had fallen to the ground, flesh and skin clinging to bones like dehydrated corpses.

The most terrifying one seemed to have crawled to the edge of the door with all his might, his blood-stained nails leaving deep marks on the floor. But he didn't manage to get out, and he was left in this purgatory forever.

Humming a ditty, William Hand walked briskly through the streets back to the suburban cemetery. There was silence and no one, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the wild grass. The tombstones are arranged in a staggered manner, engraved with names and dates that have been blurred. The trees on either side were tall and twisted, their branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and the sound sounded like something whispering in the darkness.

William came to several tombstones side by side. He placed the paper bag of food on the grave, leaned down, and kissed it lightly on the wet and muddy earth.

"It's time to get up." He said.

The ground trembled, and then it seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The cracks spread, followed by a black liquid churning out like groundwater, but black and viscous like some kind of gelatinous substance.

There was a low roar, and the shriveled flesh-clad palms peeked out of the ground. The twisted body was broken out of the graveyard, his pale face covered in pitch-black filth, his eyeballs bulging, and his clothes were rotten and stained with mud, like the dead of the Grim Reaper.

"Hello, Dad."

"Brothers."

"And. Mom. ”

William Hand, the black hand, looked at the crooked, withered and frightened family, and smiled intoxicatedly.

"Look at you, you're finally getting pretty."

"Let's come along."

He picked up the food bag from the grave and said with a smile.

"I brought dinner."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the old house of the Hande family.

It was where William grew up and has memories of his entire childhood and youth.

Contrary to what many people who later knew about the super-criminals, most people would think that he had an unhappy childhood, and that he must have had a very bad family before he became the pervert he later became.

But that's not the case.

The truth is that there is nothing wrong with the Black Hand in his family. He had a happy childhood, by his own standards. Everyone thinks he's weirdo, he can't fit into any group, not even his own family, but that doesn't stop him from loving them.

He loved his parents, he loved his brothers, and he knew that they loved him too. This is probably the weirdest part, and the most incomprehensible part.

So when he became the black hand, one day he came back here and killed them all.

Because in his eyes, death is eternal.

Death is the most beautiful thing in the world, the greatest gift that man can give in this filthy world. He shared death for his family, just as he did for himself.

Yes, he had already blown his head out a long time ago. His own body pursues the ultimate death.

He was already a dead man, even now.

The abandoned Hand House exudes an eerie aura, like a haunted house forgotten by time. The walls were covered with mottled paint cracks under the merciless ravages of time, and the windows had long since been shattered, except for a few broken window frames that swayed and creaked in the wind.

A family of dead people sat around the dining table, surrounded by cobwebs, eating strangely.

"What?"

William Hand picked up a piece of fried chicken with a fork and looked at the cracked faces.

"No, Dad."

He shook his head and said to the dried corpse with glasses on the bridge of his nose across the table.

"The family business is as dead as you are now, and the funeral home has gone out of business. There are no more dead people to bury.

But with me here, it won't be like that.

With me, the dead rule everything. That's what the future looks like. ”

He took a few more bites in silence, and the four dried corpses sat motionless around him, staring at him with protruding eyes.

"What? David? No, just this once, leave this stubble alone. He suddenly glared at the brother next to him, "Otherwise, I'll bury you back in the ground, and I swear I will." ”

He stared at each other for a few seconds with the dried corpses.

"Nope." William said firmly, "Since I'm at home, I'm going to do whatever I want."

The world has always been wrong, I can hear the voice of death, so I realize that you have never had this talent, and you always think I'm a freak.

David, you always bully me for this, and you always look to David, father. You all think I'm mentally ill, oh and the incompetent psychiatrist reminding me to wake him up from the dirt another day, and now maybe I can talk to him about what my personal fantasies are.

But not now, not today. ”

He sat up straight, his chin crossed with his fingers crossed.

"You're lucky, I love you, and you're all my family, so I don't care about you anymore. And I give you this gift.

You will be the first to join me, and you will be the forerunners of the new world, the world of the dead.

But before I can do that, I'll have to find a way to kill as many people as I can in one go. Then I wake them up from the ground, and then they wake up and they go on doing the same thing.

Then I will no longer be a freak, no longer the weirdest one. ”

He said with a pleasant smile, even a little sunny, but it looked a little weirder on that pale face.

"Then the whole world will be a happy family again."

At this moment, the chandelier above the restaurant, which was covered in cobwebs and should have been cut off, suddenly flashed twice.

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing outside the door.

"Oh, we seem to have a guest."

The black hand tilted his head and waved.

"Why don't you go and see, David?"

His brother was silent for two seconds, then slowly got up and walked to the door with his head tilted.

Reached out and pulled the door open.

A woman in a black bodysuit with white stripes like a skeleton.

Silver Enchantress, a supervillain on the magic side, is good at using screaming sound waves as weapons, and even has significant effects on Superman and Wonder Woman.

"Oh, Enchantress, you're late." The Black Hand said.

"It's hard to find your place."

The silver enchantress walked through the door and glanced at the dried corpse David with disgust.

"Do you have to meet in such a strange place?"

(End of chapter)