Being A Law God In Marvel!

As they crossed the Belgian Bridge, Diana was stunned by the horrifying scene unfolding before her.

Even Doutzen Carlos, who had found joy in life after leaving Paradise Island, fell silent as she took in the misery that lay before her eyes.

Wounded soldiers were everywhere—some missing ears, others with shattered skulls or severed limbs. Some were being carried off the field, but none remained untouched.

The war was drawing to a close, with only Germany left standing among the Central Powers. Soldiers from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the Ottoman Empire, and the Kingdom of Bulgaria had already retreated.

Yet despite the nearing end, not a single soldier wore a smile.

"This is terrible!" Diana muttered, her face filled with sorrow.

"That's why we're here," Steve replied, his voice steady but weary.

"Oh, you think this is miserable?" Logan said, carrying a supply bag slung over his shoulder. His voice was detached, almost cold. "You've never seen real misery. I was there during the Civil War. Back then, weapons weren't as advanced as now. One shot could wipe out dozens in an instant. But if a shell hit you? It might tear half your body off, and you still wouldn't die right away."

The group froze for a moment, processing what they just heard.

The Civil War?

The American Civil War from the 19th century?

A hundred-year-old war...

Steve and the others exchanged glances, disbelief flashing across their faces. Could Logan be—no, was Logan really that old?

Ryuji, however, wasn't surprised. He knew Logan's story better than anyone else. Back in 1861, when ammunition was crude and imprecise, a shell could leave you maimed but still breathing. Logan himself had been caught in the carnage, struck but alive.

"Listen," Logan continued, his tone darkening. "If you're badly wounded on the battlefield, the best thing that could happen to you is dying on the spot. Because the life after that? That's real misery."

Logan paused, his gaze distant, as if staring at ghosts only he could see. Then he walked on.

The others fell silent. Ryuji knew Logan wasn't exaggerating. He'd seen enough to believe it.

Logan had once told him a story about a comrade from the Civil War—a lieutenant whose life had been torn apart. After the war, the man was left blind and deaf, his world reduced to darkness and silence. His only means of communication was the braille he traced with his hands.

The man's wife—beautiful, radiant, seemingly loyal—stayed with him. Not out of love, but because of the government pension her disabled husband received. She used that money to support another man, a younger lover, even parading him around in front of her husband.

The lieutenant couldn't see. He couldn't hear. But he knew.

When Logan visited and saw the humiliation his comrade suffered, he took matters into his own hands. The young lover didn't live to see another day. As for the wife? Logan handed her over to her husband, though he knew she wouldn't face retribution.

The next day, Logan's comrade took his own life.

Logan returned to find the wife still gloating. She didn't gloat for long.

Stories like that were just a fraction of the cruelty Logan had witnessed. Disabled soldiers who survived the battlefield often faced fates worse than death.

The ones who died? They were the lucky ones.

Diana remained quiet, processing Logan's words. There was a weight in them, something she couldn't yet fully understand.

Of course, Logan hadn't shared this story randomly—it was at Ryuji's urging. Logan was full of life experience, the kind that could help guide someone like Diana. Ryuji, on the other hand, was just an ordinary guy. He couldn't offer wisdom the way Logan could.

After a long day of trekking, the group finally reunited with Steve's contact in the field.

"You're late!" the man called out.

"Had to dodge a sneak attack, chief!" Steve replied with a grin, pulling him into a firm embrace. "Good to see you again."

"Likewise."

Steve turned to the others. "This is Diana and her companion, Doutzen Carlos. And these are Ryuji, Logan, and Victor—our partners for this mission."

"Good to meet you all," the man said with a nod.

"A chief and a 'duke,' huh? Guess we're all pretty important around here," the chief joked, though his voice carried a note of sarcasm.

They shared a brief meal, taking the opportunity to rest. Victor, however, broke the quiet with a shrug.

"So, let me get this straight," he said. "Our mission is to kill some doctor obsessed with poison gas? What about the so-called God of War, Ares?"

Logan shot Victor a warning glance, but it was too late.

The chief frowned. "God of War? What the hell are you talking about?"

"See? I knew it!" Samir said, rolling his eyes. "Steve, you lied to me again!"

"No, I didn't!" Steve protested. "I never said anything about a god of war."

"Yeah, technically you didn't," Samir admitted begrudgingly. "But I thought it'd be something crazy—like werewolves, vampires, or the Headless Horseman!"

Ryuji smirked. "Our main target is the doctor responsible for the gas, yes. But I have a feeling we'll be seeing Ares soon enough."

"Ares?" Diana asked, confused.

Ryuji pointed at her. "You. You're like a giant, glowing beacon. If Ares is out there, he'll find you. You'll draw him in whether you like it or not."

Diana blinked, taken aback. "Me?"

"Think about it," Ryuji said with a grin. "You shine like a spotlight. How could he miss you?"

The next morning, they reached the trenches.

"What is this place?" Diana asked, horrified.

"This is the battlefield you wanted to see," Steve said grimly.

"Where are the Germans?"

"About a hundred yards away, just across that no-man's-land. Come on, Diana."

Before they could move on, a woman clutching a child ran up to Diana, tears streaming down her face.

"Please help us! They took everything—our homes, our food. Those who couldn't escape... they were captured and made slaves!"

"Where?" Diana asked urgently.

"Felder, just beyond the no-man's-land," the woman said, pointing with a shaking hand.

Steve approached quickly. "Diana, we have to go. The mission comes first."

"But these people are suffering! We can't just ignore them!"

"The next stronghold is at least a day away," the chief called out.

Charlie groaned. "What are we waiting for?"

"They're starving. Women, children... enslaved..." Diana's voice wavered with fury.

"I know how you feel," Steve said, though his voice was firm.

"You don't understand!"

"We need to reach the next stronghold before sunset," Steve argued.

Diana turned on him, her eyes blazing. "How can you say that? What's wrong with you?"

For the first time, Diana was angry—truly angry. How could Steve ignore what was happening right in front of them? How could he be so cold?

Ryuji watched quietly, a small smile on his face. He wasn't surprised. Steve was practical, maybe too much so at times.

And Diana? She would never turn a blind eye to suffering.

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T/N: Things are heating up, my lovelies—Hell's Kitchen has entered the game, and Ryuji? Oh, he's cooking up something huge. You won't believe what's coming next! 😏

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