Marvel : Starting as Ghost Riser

"I'm going in. Be careful yourself. And here, take this bottle of water. Don't be fooled by its urine-like appearance; it's holy water from the church, very effective against demons and the like." Roger handed George another bottle.

"Be careful—"

Roger waved his hand dismissively, then slowly reached into the mirror, followed by his entire body.

As Roger entered, Sally slowly began to sneer.

"What are you smiling about? Is there some danger inside the mirror?" George asked gravely.

This time, Sally didn't remain silent. She sneered, "He's gone in, and he won't want to come out. No one would want to come out. You wouldn't understand."

"Then why did you come out?" George keenly sensed a problem in her words.

But Sally shut her mouth, only continuing to sneer—

Cars and carriages moved like dragons, skyscrapers everywhere. After entering, Roger found himself in New York.

What was going on?

No, this was Hollywood, because he'd been there before. Simply because he'd been feeling depressed, and to lift his spirits, he'd specifically gone there to admire the various beautiful women every day.

"Honey—darling, what are you doing here?" A pair of soft arms wrapped around Roger's arm, pulling him close.

"Roger is mine! Get lost, bitch—" Another beautiful woman yanked Roger away, pressing his head against her chest.

"Ah—you guys, stop it! Roger is mine!" Yet another beautiful woman ran over.

Roger was dumbfounded, looking around. All the famous Hollywood actresses were there, fighting over him. Was this a dream, or was it heaven?

Slap!

Roger slapped himself hard. "It really hurts. It's not a dream..."

"Darling, why did you hit yourself? It's all red. Let me blow on it—mwah." A young, up-and-coming starlet, no older than twenty, came up and gave him a kiss.

"Hey, Roger is mine! Don't you dare sneak a kiss! Mwah—"

Roger: "...."

Soon, he was surrounded by a flock of chattering women, all vying to kiss him. Some, in broad daylight, were getting so hot and bothered that they even took off their outer garments.

Roger was aghast. "Hey~ that's going too far! If the readers see this, they'll report us." [See notes]

"Bah—" "Bold demon! I can see at a glance that you are not human! Reveal your true form!" "Great Mighty..."

"The wrong one..." Roger slapped his mouth and quickly switched to another incantation.

[Five Elements of the World]

[I earnestly summon you]

[Originating from the Six Directions]

[Converging here]

[Reveal the truth]

[Show your true form]

"Show your true form—" Roger roared, his eyes emitting a red glow.

As Roger finished the incantation, an invisible wind blew past. The chattering women who had been surrounding him, dancing their forbidden dance, instantly dissipated into wisps of green smoke.

He wiped away the non-existent sweat. It was tough being so handsome these days. He faced harassment even outside, and now, even in an illusion, he was beset by a crowd of beautiful women.

He slowly walked down the street. Aside from a lack of vitality, everything here was indistinguishable from the real world.

There were insects, birds, and people coming and going. Roger bent down and cupped some water from a fountain, tasting it. It was real.

The only difference was that the people and animals here lacked a certain vitality, the qi of the living, or rather, they had no souls.

Roger stood on the street, looking at the surrounding crowds. The eyeballs within his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by two small flames.

[Eyes of Judgment]

This was the Ghost Rider's ultimate weapon, capable of piercing through any illusion and revealing the truth. In the gaze of the Eyes of Judgment, none of the people on the street had souls. Not a single one.

Thinking back, this scene seemed familiar. Once, when he was wandering around Hollywood, he'd seen a news report about a playboy surrounded by a group of beautiful women, having fun.

He'd thought, how great would it be if all those beauties were surrounding me—

"So, the diary was right? It fulfills people's dreams?" Roger stroked his chin.

He extended his hand, concentrating. Come, an airplane—

A puff of green smoke, and an airplane materialized out of thin air.

"Whoa—" Roger's eyes widened. He tried his best to use the Eyes of Judgment to see through the illusion, but no matter how he looked, the airplane was real. He got into the plane and flew it into the sky.

"Come on, let's have a candy rain..."

Immediately, a dense rain began to fall from the sky, but instead of water, it was candy. The people on the ground looked up in disbelief.

"Let's change it up. How about a rain of US dollars..."

The sky then began to rain down green banknotes, fluttering endlessly. The people on the ground, seeing this, excitedly rushed to collect the money.

"Sigh, finally fulfilled a dream—" "But, I need to get down to business—"

"I don't have any special talents, so I'll just give the readers a show of, hand-crafting a nuclear warhead—"

Roger licked his lips, clasping his hands together and rubbing them. Soon, a massive nuclear warhead appeared. He tossed it to the ground, setting the detonation timer.

Then, he flew the plane outwards, wanting to see how big this fabricated world was.

He quickly realized something was wrong. As he flew, the entire city moved with him.

The city was about ten kilometers across. As he moved forward, the area behind him instantly vanished into nothingness, then re-formed ahead of him, all based on scenes he'd seen.

He understood. What about places he hadn't seen?

Roger slowly flew in another direction, towards the coast, a place he'd never been.

When he arrived, he saw only a multicolored barrier, or rather, a wall.

Now he understood completely. This dreamlike world was constructed based on his memories.

He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them forcefully. The fire of God covered the entire plane.

The Ghost Rider, also known as the Wrath of God, was said to be a monitor sent down by God after the Great Flood to oversee humanity.

This monitor would avenge all who were wronged, punishing the wicked. But somehow, he'd been tricked by Mephisto and became his top enforcer.

The instant the flames engulfed it, the plane transformed into a magical, weaponized helicopter.

"Let's go—baby." Roger licked his lower lip and pressed a button. A magical Stinger missile shot out, blasting a hole in the barrier.

He then flew through the opening, arriving in another place.

Meanwhile, behind him, the nuclear warhead he'd set detonated with a massive explosion.

And what he didn't know was that, after he left, the original world began to coalesce into a human figure. That figure was Roger himself.

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"Pfft—" After arriving in another space within the mirror world, Roger nearly spat out what he was drinking (if he had been drinking anything).

"They really went all out, huh? No wonder..."

A massive pyramid stood in the middle of New York. At its peak was a woman of unparalleled beauty, dressed in noble and opulent robes.

Around her, countless men knelt in worship, praying. These men all looked strikingly familiar.

At her feet were countless citizens, and various robot guards served as soldiers, protecting the perimeter.

"Holy crap, isn't that Tom Cruise?" "Whoa, that's Arnold."

Was this some kind of Cleopatra roleplay?

Roger counted carefully, his eyes wide. Not only were there a bunch of musclebound guards around, but there were also many strange and bizarre things.

Terminator robots, Rambo from First Blood, Superman, Batman – they were all there.

It seemed Sally wasn't just a celebrity fan; she was a film enthusiast.

Roger jumped down from the helicopter and landed in front of her.

Seeing Roger, a group of people immediately shouted, "Protect the Queen—"

The Terminators immediately stood in front of their queen, while others rushed forward to surround Roger.

"Sally, are you Sally?" Roger asked.

"Insolent! How dare you address Her Majesty the Queen by her name!"

The group of brawny men were enraged, wanting to immediately reduce Roger to ashes. Roger felt a shiver down his spine.

The control of this world was clearly in Sally's hands. He had no idea how powerful these characters she'd created were. It was best not to take unnecessary risks.

Otherwise, just that guy with his red underwear on the outside would be enough to give him a run for his money.

"Halt—Who are you? How do you know my name?" Sally, in full Cleopatra mode, raised her hand to stop the advance of the surrounding men.

"Sally, do you remember your son? Tom, the boy who loves Ultraman?"

Hearing this, Sally was lost in thought, as if trying to remember something.

Seeing this, Roger pulled out a limited-edition Ultraman figure. It was the payment from little Tom that day. Once the task was completed, he could exchange it for game coins, so Roger had taken it from him in advance.

"This? Tom's treasure?" Sally, lost in memory, slowly came to her senses, as if remembering something.

Taking the Ultraman figure, she gradually remembered.

[Mommy, can you buy me this limited edition?]

[Honey, I'm sorry, Mommy doesn't have the money. We can't afford it.]

[That's okay, Mommy. Let's buy it when we have money.]

Finally, looking at her son's hopeful eyes, she'd gritted her teeth and bought him this limited-edition Ultraman figure for his birthday.

She still remembered how happy her son had been when he received it.

After that, whenever he was unhappy, her son would comfort her, telling her to believe in the light, that things would always get better.

"Oh... I actually, I actually forgot my own child, just to indulge myself in this world." Sally covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I have to go back to New York. My child is waiting for me..."

Just then, the surrounding men – Batman, Superman in his red underwear, and the Terminators – all knelt down.

"Queen, are you leaving us?" +100 (Many voices in unison)

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but my son needs me..." Sally's eyes reddened, and she began to sob.

Because she knew that these were all virtual characters she'd created. Once she left, they would disappear, as if they'd never existed in the world.

After spending so much time together, how could she not have feelings for them? In this world, she was the creator. Both time and life were under her control.

"Boohoo—" "Queen, do not abandon your people..." "Your Majesty, if you leave, this world will be destroyed..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but my son really needs me." Sally's eyes reddened, but gradually, her gaze became firmer. She looked up at Roger and said.

"Let's go back. Tom must be very worried."

"Okay, I'll take you back." Roger breathed a sigh of relief. In this bizarre mirror world, it was best to avoid any unforeseen events. He had no idea what might happen.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to take Her Majesty away—"

Instantly, a man wearing red underwear on the outside stepped in front of Roger, his face cold, his eyes fixed on Roger with chilling indifference.

"You—you dare to disobey my command? Don't forget, I created you." Sally was both angry and frustrated. She couldn't understand how a virtual character could defy her orders.

"Yes, you gave me life. You made me more than just a comic book character. But you also gave me a sense of mission, and responsibility."

Superman slowly turned his head to look at Sally. "To you, we may have been born from a single thought. But to us, this world is real."

"Superman protects the world. It's ingrained in his very being, a mission more important than his own life. You can kill me afterwards, and I won't complain. But I will absolutely not let you leave and cause this world to be destroyed."

Roger, seeing this, took a deep breath. The worst-case scenario he'd dreaded had come to pass. These virtual characters had developed self-awareness, knowing who they were and what their nature was.

"Surprised? Shortly after we were first created, we figured it out. Why were our intelligence and power so great, yet we couldn't leave this place?"

A figure with black, pointed ears stepped forward. It was Batman.

Roger looked at him silently and asked, "Could it be that Sally forgetting her son was your doing?"

Batman narrowed his eyes. "Yes. Because every time she leaves this world, it leads to its destruction. During one of this world's reboots, I discovered information left by a previous version of myself. After deciphering it, I reached a terrifying conclusion."

"Our creator, our queen, is a god residing in another world. If she leaves or dies, the source of this world's energy will disappear, and the entire world will vanish, returning to darkness."

"So, Clark and I, and the others, after discussing it, unanimously decided to make the queen, our god, forget some memories, so that she would stay in this world forever."

"You—you can't do this! Tom is waiting for me. I can't leave my child." Sally shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry, Queen, our god. Your only mistake was, when you created us, you shouldn't have made our minds exactly like the originals..." The speaker was still Batman, his calm tone incredibly irritating. "You may return to your world. But it is impossible for us to allow you to take our God. For this world, and for this planet, I would even sacrifice myself.

"You can go back to your world, but taking our god is impossible. For this world, for this planet, I would even sacrifice myself—" Clark said gravely to Roger.

Roger looked at Sally, then at the musclebound man in the red underwear. He was a little panicked—

Suddenly, a voice interjected, "We can't let him leave. Otherwise, there will be big trouble. Clark, he must die here."