American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

Upon learning that this was the world of Supernatural, Alex was quite thrilled.

After all the places he had traversed, this was the first time he'd arrived in a universe that wasn't too different from his previous life.

Aside from the existence of monsters and demons, most things in this world were familiar: Marvel and DC comics, Disneyland, Jurassic Park, and other iconic aspects Alex knew so well.

Although some worlds in Marvel's multiverse also had DC comics, Alex had never been to one of them. His journey had always been through worlds on the brink of destruction.

Now that he was here, Alex genuinely wanted to relax a bit.

It was like a celebration party before heading to the Marvel Zombies universe. To be honest, Alex was also quite curious about the ghosts and monsters of this world.

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Late at night, a 1967 Chevrolet Impala roared down the highway.

This car, nicknamed the "The Impala," was Dean's most treasured possession—a true classic.

For a long time, the Impala, with its iconic six independent space-age taillights and sleek design, had captivated many car enthusiasts.

Every time Dean drove his beloved car, he felt a sense of joy, as though all his troubles were left behind. But tonight, his expression was far from happy.

"...Just when Red Skull thought he had won, I gave him a slight smirk and said, 'Sorry, but I have six more illusions like this.'"

"Hahaha!"

As Alex finished recounting his story, the car was filled with laughter.

Sitting in the backseat, Alex regaled Jo and Sam, who was riding shotgun, with his wild tales. The two were laughing so hard they couldn't catch their breath.

"That's unbelievable! Red Skull's face must've been priceless at that moment!"

Sam clapped his hands, still laughing. It was the first time he'd heard such an outlandish adventure—teaming up with the Justice League to fight Avengers villains? It sounded absolutely absurd.

Jo's eyes sparkled with fascination. Although she hadn't known Alex for long, she was genuinely drawn to his charm and humor.

Meanwhile, Dean kept one eye on the road and the other on Sam in the passenger seat. Watching Sam practically twist his entire body around to laugh with Jo, Dean couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

Several times, he wanted to say something, but having never read superhero comics, he found it impossible to join their lively conversation.

Tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, Dean bit his lip as a sudden sense of being left out crept into his mind.

Finally, unable to hold back, Dean reached out and turned on the music player. Immediately, the song Eye of the Tiger blared through the car, interrupting their cheerful chatter.

Startled by the abrupt music, Sam quickly turned back and shut off the player.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, looking at Dean in confusion.

Dean shot back with a question of his own.

"What are you doing?"

Though they asked the same thing, their emphasis was different: Sam's was on "doing," while Dean's was squarely on "you."

Caught off guard by Dean's response, Sam spread his hands in bewilderment.

Dean let out a sharp sniff, slammed the brakes, and pulled the Impala over to the side of the road before stepping out.

"Get out."

Scratching his head, Sam had no idea what was going on.

He glanced at the two in the backseat. Though he didn't understand Dean's sudden mood swing, he followed suit and stepped out of the car.

Jo, however, being a girl who had grown up around hunters and matured early, had a hunch about Dean's reaction.

Despite his mature exterior, Dean's heart was surprisingly "childish."

Maybe it was due to his tragic childhood. Dean had been thrust into the life of a hunter at a young age, never experiencing the carefree life of a regular kid.

Because he had to follow their father and take care of his younger brother Sam, Dean was forced to act like an adult from a very early age. He had to hold their family together while their father was away working.

As a result, Dean rarely showed his vulnerable side, only revealing it to those closest to him.

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The brothers stood by the roadside. Dean looked at Sam, who seemed utterly clueless, and couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

"What are you doing, huh?"

"What did I do? I was just chatting with Alex. It was just a casual conversation. Don't you want to know about other worlds?"

"I don't care about other worlds. What do they have to do with us? I just want to figure out how to get him out of here and have him give us information about the Yellow-Eyed Demon."

"Ha."

Sam let out a soft sigh and chuckled. Now he finally understood why Dean was acting so strangely.

"You're jealous, aren't you?"

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Absolutely not!"

"Admit it, Dean."

"Shut up!"

Dean pointed a finger at Sam, his face slightly flushed, as if his little secret had been uncovered, leaving him embarrassed.

Sam chuckled helplessly and slapped Dean's hand away, saying, "You know I'm the person who knows you best, Dean. These emotions of yours are completely unnecessary. Jo and I are just making friends with Alex, that's all."

"I'm not stopping you from making friends, but we don't know anything about that guy. He could be a demon, a monster... or some other weird thing for all I know."

Noticing Dean was about to get worked up again, Sam quickly tried to calm him down.

"Hey, Dean, relax, okay? I know Alex's presence makes you uncomfortable, but there's no need to stress. He's going to leave soon, isn't he? He won't be staying long."

Sam's words seemed to remind Dean of something. He paused for a moment and squinted thoughtfully.

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Meanwhile, inside the car.

"Dean's actually a good guy; he just gets a little petty sometimes," Jo said, leaning back in her seat and smiling at Alex.

"I know. Those two brothers aren't bad. Honestly, I appreciate their straightforwardness. It's much better than people who smile to your face and stab you in the back."

"Sounds like you've had some rough experiences."

"Something like that," Alex replied, a trace of weariness in his tone. "Sometimes, people can be scarier than monsters. Every monster has a weakness; once you find it, you can kill them. But people..."

Seeing the hint of melancholy in Alex's eyes, Jo pressed her lips together, her mind drifting to her own past.

"That's true. Maybe that's why hunters usually work alone. Aside from family, it's rare for hunters to team up."

Sensing the somber mood in the car, Alex changed the subject and asked softly, "Let's not talk about that. What about you? You're so beautiful—why choose this path?"

"You probably know my father was a hunter. I grew up in that environment. After he passed, I couldn't fit into a normal life. I couldn't connect with my classmates."

Jo lowered her head and sighed deeply.

"Later, my mom founded the Roadhouse, and I started interacting with more hunters. That's when I realized I couldn't leave this life behind. I'll never be able to live like a normal person."

"That must've been tough for you..."

Seeing Jo's downcast expression, Alex didn't know how to comfort her.

After a brief pause, Alex extended his hand. A flicker of green fire danced on his fingertips, and a ring materialized in his palm.

The ring featured an emerald gemstone in the shape of a lightning bolt. Upon closer inspection, tiny streaks of lightning could be seen flickering inside.

While conjuring wine out of thin air was already impressive, Jo couldn't suppress her astonishment when she saw Alex produce an object from nowhere.

"You've read comics, right? This is supposedly one of the Mandarin's Ten Rings—the one that controls lightning storms. It's yours now."

"This is too valuable. I can't accept it," Jo said, refusing immediately, though her eyes were fixed on the ring as if glued to it.

"There's no reason you can't take it. This is actually alien tech. Since I already know magic, it's not very useful to me. But for you, it should be enough for self-defense."

Alex gently took Jo's hand and slipped the ring onto her middle finger. Coincidentally, it was the same finger the Mandarin wore this ring on in the original comics.

Alex wasn't trying to flirt with Jo; he simply felt that of all the odds and ends he had, the Ten Rings were the most suitable for an ordinary person to use.

In the original story, Jo had a tragic end—even after her death, her body was desecrated by an Egyptian god. With this ring, she might be able to change her fate.

Alex didn't give her all ten rings because he was wary of the universe rejecting him. Giving away too much might force God Himself to intervene and have a chat with him.

Until the crisis in the Marvel Zombies universe was resolved, Alex didn't want to expend too much effort here.

Of course, this world had its own powerful artifacts, like Mjölnir or the First Blade of Cain. But those were too burdensome for ordinary people and were essentially life-draining weapons.

Moreover, their whereabouts were unknown, and Alex had no leads on them.

Jo toyed with the ring on her finger, amazed to find it fit perfectly and that she could feel its energy, ready to be wielded at her will.

"You know, no one's ever given me a gift this precious before," Jo said, looking up at Alex with a smile.

"For hunters, life is tough. Those guys come into the Roadhouse, thinking a bottle of beer or a slice of pizza, combined with some sweet talk, is enough to get me into bed."

"But you didn't fall for it, did you?"

"Of course not. I'm no naive little girl."

Click.

As they spoke, the car door opened, and Dean and Sam climbed back inside. This time, the atmosphere in the car felt even more awkward.

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