The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Frank had no idea where the small red ring came from, but in his last moments, he accepted it, treating it as a last-ditch effort.

Unexpectedly, the moment he put on the ring, his fatal wounds healed, and his clothes transformed into the bizarre outfit he now wore, making him look like a superhero.

A wealth of knowledge flooded his mind, as if it had always been there. Frank knew how to use the ring, so he spat flames, or rather, his own blood, at William.

“Ahhh!”

As expected, William screamed and ran away. He rushed to the kitchen sink, wanting to turn on the faucet and bury himself in the basin, hoping the water would extinguish the flames on his body.

But Frank knew it was futile. As long as the anger in his heart burned, the flames he released would consume his target, even underwater or in outer space.

Ignoring William's screams, Frank turned and walked out the door, controlling the power of the flames so William wouldn't die too easily.

On the way, he ran into the two police officers, who were standing hesitantly at the door. Upon seeing Frank's changed appearance, they immediately raised their guns.

Frank didn't give them a chance to speak. With a flick of his hand, two beams of red light shot out from the Red Lantern ring, targeting the guns in their hands. Because he didn't control his power, the two guns instantly turned red-hot, forcing the officers to drop them.

The guns melted into puddles of molten iron as soon as they hit the ground. Although Frank was consumed by anger, he wouldn't unleash it indiscriminately. The ring told him his energy was limited, and he had to spend it wisely.

He casually tore off the garage door next to him, revealing a gleaming Harley Fat Boy standing quietly inside. This was his comrade's most prized possession; it could be said that a third of the reason he signed that contract was because of it.

Despite its polished appearance, it was just for show, essentially broken. Its owner couldn't afford to repair it, and burdened by family pressures, he had no choice but to sell himself to the devil.

In the past, Frank might have felt some pity, but now he only felt anger. Frank strode over and sat on the crippled beast, and scarlet emotional energy flowed into it as he twisted the throttle.

“Boom, vroom!”

The iconic engine roared to life, the emotional energy replacing the broken parts, allowing the long-dormant beast to roar again.

“Let's go, for the sake of those who died!”

Frank growled. The emotional energy of rage was the best fuel. Frank twisted the throttle, and the Harley shot out like an arrow, leaving a scorched mark on the ground.

The anger-scorched ground made tracking easy, but the two police officers looked at each other and decided to report the matter to their superiors. They weren't going to risk their lives for such little money a month. They'd rather find some pain relief for their burns.

As for William, who was still in the house, his screams had stopped a while ago, so he was probably dead. Calling an ambulance was the last act of kindness the police officers could offer.

…

“My Azmuth!” Yang Le exclaimed, covering his forehead as he looked at everything before him.

“This is the surprise Eternity told me about?”

The Highfather, covered in Ice Necrofriggian babies, calmly looked at the shocked Yang Le.

“Is it surprising enough?”

“It's certainly shocking enough.” Yang Le wiped away the cold sweat. “The DC Universe version of me gave birth to these?”

“What else?” The Highfather retorted, skillfully catching an Ice Necrofriggian baby that kept falling off his shoulder and quickly shoving a bottle into its mouth before it could cry.

The Ice Necrofriggian baby, who was just about to cry, immediately smiled and began to suck on the pacifier, eagerly drinking the contents.

“What is that?” Yang Le asked curiously.

“Solar plasma. Necrofriggian babies are very picky when they're young. They almost only eat this stuff,” the Highfather said matter-of-factly.

“Solar plasma? In a bottle?”

“What about it? This is my dimension. I can do whatever I want.”

“You're the best.” Yang Le gave a thumbs up, indicating that his clone should watch more Kamen Rider OOO when he was free, so he wouldn't be bored, but only received a glare in return, which was disheartening.

“It seems that the DC Universe version of me really went through an epic adventure.” Yang Le nodded. “So, what should we do with these little things?”

“What do you mean, what should we do?” The Highfather asked.

“Their future? They can't stay here forever, can they?” Yang Le spread his hands.

“If you want to take them away, I won't stop you, but you have to find them a good place to go. After all, the Marvel Universe didn't originally have Necrofriggians,” the Highfather reminded him.

“You really don't have to worry about that.” Yang Le suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He now understood what Eternity meant by greater inclusiveness. Then he told the Highfather the whole story.

“I see.” The Highfather nodded. “But at least we have to wait until these babies grow up, otherwise they won't have any resistance to the dangerous Marvel Universe. They might even be experimented on. Think of the symbiotes.”

“I know. I won't rush it.” Yang Le looked a little disappointed. He thought he would have a group of helpers.

“You don't have to be disappointed.” The Highfather put down the well-fed baby in his hand. “The flow of time in the dimensional space is different from the outside. These babies will grow up quickly.”

“You didn't say so earlier.” Yang Le looked terrified. “Won't everything outside have changed drastically by the time I get back?”

“It won't be that bad. I already adjusted the flow of time when you came over. It's the same as outside now, but if you want to see the grown-up Necrofriggians sooner, then get lost.”

Yang Le gave the Highfather an internationally recognized gesture, then turned and walked towards the portal, which led directly to his new home in Los Angeles.

“Beep beep beep!”

As soon as he came out of the portal, the communication device in Yang Le's Omnitrix rang. He raised his hand and saw that it was Gwenpool calling him.

“Hello? What's wrong, Gwenpool?” Yang Le answered the phone helplessly. In the past, when Gwenpool called, she would ramble on about a lot of irrelevant things, but Yang Le, knowing that Gwenpool was just a lonely child, never interrupted her.

This time was the same. Yang Le was prepared to listen to a bunch of nonsense, but he didn't expect Gwenpool to be different from usual, screaming in a panic.

“It's over, Hubie! I lost the ring you gave me!”

Just then, the door behind Yang Le suddenly opened. It was Gwen, who had gone out to buy things, and her spider-sense allowed her to hear every word Gwenpool said.

“What!?”