Under the influence of the resentful Yin Power emanating from Emil, a silent, deathly gray replaced all other colors. The walls and ceiling cracked and peeled away like the decaying flesh of a long-dead corpse.
The entire World began to writhe, and space-time twisted and collapsed. If Hell's Kitchen was merely a joke New Yorkers told about a Manhattan neighborhood, then the room Emil was in now had truly become hell, a living purgatory.
Life was rapidly draining from Old Babu. Despair showed in his eyes, and his already drunken steps became a stumble. He staggered towards the door, moving with difficulty.
Every step he took accelerated the escape of life force from his body.
In just an instant, Old Babu's robust body, which had weighed over two hundred pounds, became decayed. His tall frame began to shrink like a dried taro.
His bones became fragile, and after only two steps, his legs could no longer support Old Babu's weight and broke. His body fell to the ground, his skin began to wrinkle and blacken, and then, his teeth fell out one by one from his mouth.
Cobwebs and dust settled on Old Babu's body. Now lying on the ground was merely a lifeless skeleton. A skeleton that had suffered terribly before death, scared to death by his own predicament.
This was merely the most superficial manifestation of the place of cursed grievance. For a vengeful spirit, creating such a place of cursed grievance was a talent. Although Emil was using this ability for the first time, various supernatural methods had already emerged in his mind.
Not to mention Old Babu, who was trapped in fear, even Emil himself was awestruck by the power of this place of cursed grievance.
In his previous life, he wasn't some psychopathic killer. Faced with such a cruel scene, he had already squatted down and vomited profusely. The milk and bread he had managed to eat that morning were all forced out by his rebellious stomach acid.
"I think you need a tissue." Emil slumped down, feeling someone had entered his place of cursed grievance, but now, throwing up so badly, he had no energy left to be on guard.
After dealing with that arrogant bastard Old Babu, Emil felt a good deal of the resentment in his heart had been vented. He smiled wryly, took the tissue, and blew his nose hard: "Thanks, and you are?"
Feeling much better, Emil stood up from the ground and turned around. Standing before him was a blind man dressed in dark red leather, with horned cowl, and several objects hanging from his waist that could transform into throwing knives and a Daredevil's cane?
Emil felt he had seen such an image somewhere before. He racked his brain, searching his memories, and soon realized the identity of the person who had invaded his place of cursed grievance without fear.
"You are Daredevil, Matt Murdock?" Emil was stunned. In his previous life, Superheroes movies were popular, and thanks to his little girlfriend who adored idols, he had watched almost all the Marvel movies.
Matt nodded, then asked with some confusion: "How do you know my name? Also, I'm not called Daredevil; you can call me Daredevil."
As a multiverse with a wide variety of Superheroes abilities, evil and crime are always inevitable.
Those with Superheroes abilities, masked and operating between light and Shadow to become the standard of justice, Matt Murdock was not the first, nor would he be the last. He was more curious about how Emil recognized his identity.
This was the result of being misled by movies. In his previous life, Emil had only seen the "Daredevil" movie released in cinemas, so when he saw the classic red leather outfit, the name "Daredevil" immediately came to mind.
However, in the Marvel Universe where Emil truly resided, the nickname Matt gave himself was not Daredevil, but Daredevil. Comparatively, Daredevil is indeed cooler and fits Matt's experiences better.
Daredevil was not born blind; he, like Emil, was a resident of the urban dark zone of "Hell's Kitchen" in New York City.
It was only due to an accident that he knocked over a barrel containing chemicals, which splashed into Matt's eyes.
Unfortunately, contact with this radioactive waste, which possessed strange energy, led to Matt's blindness.
However, after losing his sight, Matt's other four senses—hearing, touch, smell, and taste—became Superheroes keen. Through meticulous training, he quickly mastered this radar-like Superheroes ability, allowing him to "see" every corner of the city clearly even while sitting at home with his eyes closed.
Many years passed, and Matt kept this secret to himself. But after his father was attacked by thugs and died in the street, he vowed to avenge innocent victims and fight against the evil forces in the city.
By day, he was an ordinary lawyer in New York, but when night fell, he donned his red suit and transformed into "Daredevil."
With lightning-fast senses and the agile movements of a hawk or a cheetah, Matt fought crime in the city on behalf of the law, settling grievances that could not be resolved in court, and bringing villains beyond the reach of the law to justice on the spot.
Emil looked at Old Babu's still not fully decomposed skeleton on the ground, then at Daredevil standing before him. How was this different from what he knew?
He had killed someone, a strong man, right in front of Daredevil. As a Superheroes, Matt had entered his place of cursed grievance. Shouldn't he have beaten him up first, then hypocritically spared his life and sent him to prison?
Why was he standing there now as if nothing had happened, facing him with a gentle smile instead?
Daredevil showed no desire to act. He fumbled and sat down beside Emil, seemingly muttering to himself: "The resentment here is so thick. No wonder it alarmed the Hell's Kitchen gangs and brought them here."
Emil was a bit confused. He stared, waving his arm in front of Daredevil's eyes: "You can see resentment?" Daredevil chuckled. He gently pushed away Emil's waving arm and said, "I can't see it, but I can feel it."
His empty, lifeless eyes turned to Emil, and he smiled: "You are Emil the Coward. I've heard of you." Emil felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that this body of his indeed had a bad reputation, making it seem like anyone could treat him as a soft target to manipulate.
Emil closed his eyes, retracting the Yin Power that permeated the room. The room returned to the present World. It was still the same small, dilapidated apartment room. All the purgatorial scenes that had appeared before seemed to be just an illusion, and even Old Babu, who had turned into a skeleton in the place of cursed grievance, did not reappear in the room.