The world needs more heroes

Chapter 1

Filomina unbuttoned her clothes one by one, silently looking at the tattoo on her heart, which appeared suddenly after being hit by a bullet two days ago.

She lightly touched the weird-looking tattoo on her chest with her fingertips. There was a strange shape of an inverted V in the middle of the circle, which seemed to be a symbol.

Almost at the moment when she touched the tattoo, Philomena heard a voice that no one else could hear except herself.

[Overwatch hero system starts, hello, I'm Athena. 】

【This world needs more heroes. 】

After triggering the Overwatch system for the first time, Philomena spent ten days thinking about how to get that thing off her chest.

However, the repeated touches not only did not remove the bullshit system, but even turned on more strange functions, such as the small tattoo that now extends to the arm, as if telling her that it is more convenient to activate the system this way.

"Miss Olsen──?" The faint call woke Philomena out of her own thoughts, her expression did not change at all, she just turned her gaze to the middle-aged man sitting at the desk man.

She lowered her gaze slightly, her azure blue eyes were like a blue sea, calm on the surface, but surrounded by turbulent eddies inside, she was moving towards the deeper seabed.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted. What's the matter, Mr. Jonathan." Philomena pursed her lips, looking as if she was just in a daze.

John Jonathan thought of the notice he received half an hour ago and the information in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The man who was a little impatient due to his busy work calmed down his mood.

After all, this child is already so pitiful, it's only natural for him to be dazed.

With this in mind, Mr. Jonathan, who is very strict, softened his tone rarely: "The school has received the compensation from the Stark Disaster Reconstruction and Restoration Foundation and all future tuition fees. , due to your adoptive parents, I'm sorry, who died in an accident a few weeks ago, before you come of age, the Stark Foundation will allocate a professional manager to manage the insurance money on your behalf... About these things, Do you have any questions?"

Philomena shook her head. She is not a person who likes to chat with others, but from the outside world, it is not impossible for her to be depressed or even unable to recover after experiencing such a strong blow. Besides, Philomena is in Midtown High school wasn't a no-brainer.

She was notoriously withdrawn.

In high school, children with too much personality tend to become isolated ones, and many will put down their personalities in order to integrate into the group, but Philomena Olsen is by no means one of them.

She doesn't care what other people think of her, nor does she treat anyone who comes up to talk to her equally.

All ignored.

Even an old-fashioned teacher like John Jonathan can hear the name "Proud Orson" every week, not to mention how annoying Philomena is among high school students.

Those who cannot fit into the group will eventually be eliminated by the group. Mr. Jonathan thought so, but he didn't say anything to Philomena. He was just loyal to his job and told Fei the details of the matters explained by his superiors. After Lomina, let the girl leave his office.

Philomena closed Mr. Jonathan's office with a click, and the pretty girl walked in the corridor, ignoring the people around her quietly looking at them and discussing, opened her locker and took out what she wanted to bring today. Things that went home and left Midtown High School without looking back.

As soon as she left the school gate, Philomena heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind. It seemed a little impatient, but at the same time, the girl could tell that it was a footstep that was deliberately aggravated.

"Student Olson, please wait a moment!" The slightly raised voice weakened after Philomena stopped. The girl looked back indifferently with the book in her hand, but she was not surprised to see someone coming.

Philomena slightly raised her eyebrows, her azure blue eyes were like icy sea water, staring at the person coming made one feel chills down the spine.

Peter Parker swallowed, madly agreeing with Ned's practice of praying to God for himself before he came... because Orson was really scary!

"That, that," Peter secretly emboldened himself, and then continued with some entanglement: "I'm sorry about your family—"

"It's none of your business, Parker." Philomena interrupted Peter coldly, and her gloomy eyes stayed on the young man for a moment before moving away again.

She didn't speak again, and walked away with her book in her arms, leaving Peter, who was blushing slightly, to stay where he was. Peter looked.

Philomena could hear the voice of the school bully Eugene Thompson from a distance. She lowered her gaze slightly, but her pace, which slowed down slightly, accelerated again in the next second. Left Midtown High when it was crowded.

In recent weeks, the reason why many people have focused their attention on Philomena is clear to the girl.

Her adoptive parents, Mr. and Mrs. Olsen, died of falling from a building during the alien invasion of Earth a month ago.

The place where she and her adoptive parents used to live was rented. After the adoptive parents passed away, the landlord asked Philomena euphemistically if she would still live here, and her words seemed to reveal rejection everywhere.

Therefore, Philomena moved out of the apartment she originally lived in last weekend and moved into a house purchased with the huge insurance money paid after the death of her adoptive parents.

Anyway, the money won't generate much interest in the bank, and Philomena thinks she doesn't have much investment vision.

It's better to live comfortably, at least the house is your own, and there are fewer chances of being witnessed by others if something strange happens.

With such thoughts in mind, Philomena signed the contract extremely quickly, and of course the help of the lawyer from the Stark Foundation was indispensable.

While thinking in her mind, Philomena's footsteps became a little lighter, and the death of her adoptive parents had little impact on her.

Just when Philomena got home and locked the door and was about to continue tidying up her new home, a sharp scream pierced the sky and pierced her ears.

It was the sound coming from the house next door across a yard. The screams were short and rapid. The houses in the vicinity are basically more expensive, but the type of apartment is not suitable for families. Generally, those who buy are double-income families with considerable salaries. Or bachelors.

This means that there is a high probability that Philomena is the only person nearby who will be home so early.

She stood there for several seconds, looking through the window at the room next door, which seemed to have no movement at all, as if the scream a few seconds ago had never happened at all.

In a trance, she seemed to have traveled through countless years of time and space, and saw the once young and helpless figure, who was crushed to the ground by a huge cement block, and the gurgling blood was slowly oozing from under the cement wall.

In the end, Philomena gritted her teeth, and slowly opened her tightly clenched fists, pressing down on the weird mark on her heart through her shirt.

"... Overwatch?"