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Chapter 4 Banner, do you really know yourself?
Thirst, hunger and endless pain.

Banner had no idea how much time had passed.

It is said that people can only truly understand themselves when they lose their freedom.

Now, Banner couldn't agree more with this.

In the past, he hated the big green monster so much.

It was this that messed up my original life.

Banner hated the big green monster because it destroyed everything he owned!
However, in the days since being captured by General Ross.

Banner discovered that this was not the case.

The big green monster is actually himself. Banner is the Hulk, and the Hulk is Banner.

It’s just that he couldn’t handle the damage he caused, so he pushed the blame onto his imaginary “Hulk”.

Now, Banner has lost this power and he is now hanging.

General Ross tortured himself, trying to anger himself and make the Hulk appear again.

He refused to accept the reality that the Hulk had disappeared. Otherwise, wouldn't everything he had done before to capture him be meaningless?
"How on earth are you going to continue to turn into a big green monster again?"

General Ross stared at the hung Bruce Banner with a gloomy face, suppressing the boiling anger in his heart.

"Hahahaha, the Hulk is gone, it's dead, hahaha, you can never get it again, hahaha."

"It's not dead, you just hid it!"

General Ross's angry roar interrupted Banner's laughter, and his fingers trembled and raised stiffly to point at Banner.

"Let it out now, I command you!"

General Ross would never accept the fact that the Hulk was gone, if he was really gone.

How can he use the Hulk's blood to do research and create super soldiers?
Without a new generation of Captain America, how can he improve?

"Okay, okay, if you don't let it out, then you'll stay here and die!"

General Ross cursed angrily and left without looking back.

"Hahaha, am I going to die?"

Banner gave a bitter smile. He was now in a desperate situation and was really going to die.

"But I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

At this point, Banner finally understood what he wanted.

He wants to live, live freely!

"An unyielding soul, looks quite embarrassed, but after some training, I believe he will have a bright future."

A deep and powerful voice reached Banner's ears, bringing him back to his senses.

In front of him, a monster with red skin, rough fur and brass armor, a pair of wings on its back, and even a pair of horns on its head appeared in front of Banner.

This appearance is exactly the same as the devil in the doctrine.

But, after such a monster appeared, why did the guards below stand still, as if they didn’t notice it?
"Am I really going to hell?"

Banner smiled bitterly again. It was true. He had killed so many people and caused so much damage. Shouldn't he go to hell after his death?
"You are not in hell, but the Blood God is calling you!"

"Blood God?"

There was a hint of doubt in Banner's eyes. What kind of god was this? He had never heard of a blood god.

However, with so many gods in the country, it must be some unknown god. "Yes, the great Blood God. He is the king of war, the embodiment of killing, and the source of endless anger and violence!"

The voice of "Devil" rang in Banner's ears, making him dizzy.

"In your name, we fight, we kill, and we spread fear to every corner of the world. Your power gives us endless courage and strength, making us invincible on the battlefield and unbeatable!"

The praises of the "devil" became more and more excited, as if countless dead souls were telling Banner the beauty of killing in his ears.

"Your God, why did you come to me?"

Banner took a deep breath and expressed his doubts.

I have never believed in this god, and have never even heard of him, so why did he send his messenger to find me?
Well, let’s just assume that the “devil” before us is His messenger.

“The Blood God has observed you. The great God believes that you are a great warrior. You never retreat in the face of enemies, but tear them apart head-on.

The Blood God is very pleased with your behavior, so he wants to get you, and that is why I appear in front of you."

The "devil" slowly explained to Banner the reason why it came here. Although it looked ugly, it behaved as elegantly as a gentleman.

This misconception gave Banner the impression that he was not being hung, but was having a friendly dinner with a gentleman in a high-end restaurant.

But this gentleman is a devil!
Banner shook his head violently. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I can't agree to your request."

Banner said the words of refusal in one breath, took a deep breath, and waited for the coming storm. After refusing the request of a "devil", the consequences were self-evident.

However, contrary to his expectations, the "devil" did not do anything to him. He just shrugged his shoulders and looked unconcerned.

Then it turned around and left without stopping.

Seeing the "devil" walking further and further away, Banner felt a little panic and confusion.

This "devil", why did it just leave like that?
Without even stopping for a moment, are you really not going to try again?

Seeing that he was about to lose sight of it, Banner finally became anxious.

This "devil", is it really going to leave and leave itself here alone?

Stay in this dark place? Stay here and wait for death?

Let yourself die of thirst and hunger little by little?
No, no, no!
Never do this yourself!

"Wait, wait! I can talk about anything! I can also believe in the Blood God, and I can become the property of the great Him!"

Banner said it all in one breath, and immediately felt a sense of relief all over his body.

I said it out, I finally said it out, I sold my soul to the "devil"!
Is it really worth selling your soul just to stay alive?
"Ha, my brother, I knew you would agree."

The "devil" appeared in front of Banner again, and it was still so elegant.

But Banner was not in the mood to appreciate it now.

"Give it to me, give me the devil's contract. I am willing to sign it as long as you can save me."

Once you lower your head, it becomes easy to lower it again.

At least, Banner has now learned to actively ask to sign the devil's contract.

"No, no, no, my brother, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Facing Banner's puzzled look, the "devil" continued.

“The great Blood God does not need a contract to constrain His believers. As long as you open your heart, the Blood God’s blessing will naturally protect you.

Do you feel it? That incomparable power! "

(End of this chapter)