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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 moment Black Zero's punch landed, something shifted in the air—a breaking point reached. It was no longer a debate or a reckoning.

Maxwell gritted his teeth and threw a counterpunch, but Elijah ducked it with inhuman agility and retaliated with a brutal knee to Maxwell's ribs, cracking bone. The air around them rippled with shockwaves as the two collided—force meeting force, idealism clashing with vengeance.

He tore the roof off the building they stood on and hurled the steel frame down into the streets. Cars exploded. Glass rained. People scattered like ants.

"YOU PROTECT THEM LIKE THEY MATTER!" Elijah roared. "THEY DON'T! THEY WATCHED US SUFFER!"

Maxwell shot upward and tackled him mid-air, dragging him into another skyscraper. Concrete burst outward, glass turned to shrapnel. They crashed through floors of offices, their impact leaving fire and ruin in their wake.

Maxwell landed first, rolling through a crater of debris, groaning. Elijah followed, slow and towering, eyes burning.

"You think I'm the monster?" Elijah growled. "No, Maxwell. I'm the mirror."

He raised both fists and slammed them into Maxwell's chest. The pavement cracked beneath them like ice.

Elijah hoisted him by the collar and hurled him into a train station. Steel beams folded inward. Screams echoed.

Maxwell tried to catch his breath, but fire and smoke filled his lungs. His cape burned at the edges. He forced himself to stand.

People were trapped under debris. Civilians. Innocents.

Maxwell moved toward them—only for Elijah to crash down behind him and slam a foot into his back, sending him hurtling through the wall and into the street, colliding with a bus that flipped end over end.

"You can't save them all!" Elijah screamed. "But I can make sure the ones responsible never walk again!"

The city was turning to ash. Midtown Manhattan was a crater of collapsing structures and rising smoke. Fires raged. Helicopters circled in panic.

"I won't let you do this," he said.

"You can't stop me," Elijah hissed.

Then they clashed again. A punch from Maxwell shattered the ground. Elijah twisted midair, elbowed Maxwell's temple, and kicked him through another building.

And its fate hung between two men—one broken by pain, the other holding onto hope like a dying ember.

War Without Honor