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Marvelo-Man: Book One – The Golden Age Ends
In Depression-era New York, abused runaway Maxwell Marvelo rises from circus strongman to wartime superhero. Transformed by a secret government experiment, he becomes Marvelo-Man, America’s mythic savior. But war, monsters, and betrayal twist his journey. Haunted by guilt and hunted by his darker counterpart, Black Zero, Maxwell fights to stay human in a world that only sees him as a weapon. As the Cold War dawns and his story becomes sanitized fiction, the real Marvelo-Man disappears—watching, waiting, while the world forgets who he really was.

Marvelo-Man: Book One – The Golden Age

The sky wept smoke and ember, casting the city in a bleak crimson light. Rubble shifted under Marvelo-Man's boots as he staggered through a smoldering alley. The Packard he'd thrown—the one filled with people—still echoed in his ears. The screams. The guilt. The failure.

He winced. Blood smeared down his jawline where Elijah's knuckles had bruised bone. His vision pulsed with every heartbeat. It took minutes to rise again after the last blow.

He'd tried. A straight punch—one of his best. But Elijah had caught it like it was nothing.

"Still too slow," Elijah had growled, before driving his fist into Maxwell's face. That punch had rung like thunder inside Maxwell's skull.

He limped now, weaving through debris and broken storefronts. His cape trailed behind him in tatters.

Behind him came the sound of shattered glass.

He was coming again. No restraint. No honor. Just wrath.

Maxwell ducked behind a flipped-over Buick Roadmaster. His ribs screamed. He couldn't hold out much longer.

Elijah burst through a brick wall a block over, flinging debris like confetti.

"MARVELO!" his voice cracked with hatred. "Come out and bleed like a man!"

He needed leverage. Not strength. Not speed. Something Elijah didn't expect.

He remembered the vault beneath the subway. The serum. The neural enhancer. The unfinished science that could allow him to think faster than Elijah could move.

With trembling fingers, he reached into his belt. The capsule pulsed with light.

He had to draw Elijah away first—somewhere without civilians. Somewhere he wouldn't cause another tragedy.

Maxwell stood and dashed into the street.

"There you are!" Elijah growled, crouching low like an animal.

Maxwell sprinted. Elijah followed like a starved wolf, crashing through vehicles and tearing up the pavement.

The Glimmer in the Rubble