A Knight's Journey: A Cultivator's Journey in a Superhuman's Modern World

Chapter 22 - The fate of the weak?

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Here's chapter 22 with the follow-up of the attack!

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If you wish to read a similar type of novel, I'm writing a fanfiction in the world of Marvel with a lot of elements from The Knight's Multiverse.

A quick sum-up here:

Queens, New York City, USA. 2012.

Ben Parker, a former Special Forces' Team Captain, husband of May Parker and uncle of Peter Parker, was forced to take arms again when the chitauri attacked New York City and threatened the safety of his nephew and friends. Saving them successfully he however ended up heavily injured, prompting him to breakthrough and become a Supe(Superhuman), all due to one of the three Perks granted by the unknown entity who reincarnated him on this Earth.

Armed with almost all his previous life's memories, his skills as a former Green Beret, his three Perks and with the help of his loved ones and companions, he would have to face many threats, with some with seemingly impossible odds.

"The world is going batshit crazy. I can deal with normal humans, but how the hell am I supposed to deal with Gods and Universe-Ending Aliens?"

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Damovotsk, Molkovia, Earth.

Demian's P.O.V.

"It's okay, sweetie. It was him or us. You did the right thing. You don't need to cry over him." She kept comforting him, while her fingers moved toward his cheeks, catching the few tears rolling down his face, something that his mind did not even register previously. His mind finally failed to suppress the guilt of killing three people, as whether they were guilty or not had little impact on his subconscious.

"It's okay, Dem. All of us are-are fine. That-that's what's important." His petite cousin also did her best to make him feel better, her own inner turmoil apparent from her slight stuttering and her body shivering. After a few seconds of basking in the loving hug of those two wonderful women, his strained mind seemed to calm down, along with his heart beat.

Feeling a lot better, the young man tapped softly on the two women's arms surrounding his body, his voice a lot firmer. "Thank you. I feel much better now. Although I'd love to stay in your embrace, we need to deal with the current situation quickly, or it'll be too late for us."