Marvel Universe, Non-Sacred Timeline
Big Apple City, Hell's Kitchen. On the first floor of a seven-story apartment building facing the street was a renovated restaurant.
Above the restaurant's wooden door hung a Chinese sign that read "Good Fortune Comes."
Beneath the sign was a banner that said "Business is booming."
On both sides of the door hung red lanterns with Chinese characteristics.
Beneath the lanterns lay a brown dog with a disfigured face and a red eye patch.
"Chen Ye, are you done yet? I'm about to starve to death."
A masked man in a red skin-tight bodysuit and a red eye mask spoke while sprawled on the table.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! You don't give me any money, but you're still so demanding. If you keep it up, I'm not giving you any food, Wade."
A tall, strong, Chinese-American youth with short black hair walked out from the kitchen, carrying dishes in both hands.
The Chinese-American youth placed the dishes in front of the masked man with the glowing red eye mask.
That's right, the person wearing the red eye mask was the most hated Deadpool in the Marvel Universe.
Afterward, the Chinese-American youth turned to the white-haired youth standing at the bar and said, "Pietro, bring out the rest of the dishes from the kitchen."
The white-haired youth made an okay sign with his left hand and put on goggles with his right hand.
The next second, the white-haired youth was sitting next to Deadpool, pouring a cola, and four dishes and a soup were already on the table.
"Wow, Pietro, no matter how many times I see your power, it's still so convenient. If I had that ability, I'd definitely hit up a couple of banks."
Wade said with exaggeration.
"Alright, cut it out, Wade. Wanda has something to do today, so the three of us will eat first."
As the Chinese youth finished speaking, he saw Deadpool and Pietro already wolfing down their food.
Looking at the guys in front of him who were devouring their meal, the Chinese youth's thoughts drifted away.
The Chinese youth's name was Chen Ye. He had been in the Marvel Universe for twenty-three years now, ever since he'd transmigrated, and he had always lived in Hell's Kitchen.
His deadbeat dad had died in a gang fight, leaving him a seven-story small apartment building. He had just graduated from university a year ago.
Now he ran a restaurant and occasionally took on part-time jobs.
The Deadpool in front of him, the one wearing the red mask, was someone Chen Ye had met during a part-time job. After meeting Deadpool, the system had made him provide food and lodging for him in his apartment.
That's right, as everyone knows, a system is standard equipment for people who transmigrate. Without a system, it's impossible to survive twenty-two years safely in the Marvel Universe.
Especially in Hell's Kitchen.
Chen Ye's awakened system was the Friendship System. As long as the other person acknowledged him as a friend, he could randomly obtain rewards from them.
These included money, attributes, items, abilities, and so on.
Furthermore, increasing the friendship level could grant more attributes and additional rewards.
As for Wanda and Pietro, he had saved them during a mission. Considering they had nowhere to go, he let them stay here temporarily.
In case the Battle of New York broke out, he could have them watch over the house. Otherwise, if the apartment was destroyed, his dream of being a landlord would be shattered.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Ding,"
"Congratulations to the host, Chen Ye, for increasing Wade Winston Wilson's favorability to three stars!"
"Obtained attribute: Healing Factor"
"Would you like to merge immediately?"
The system prompted.
He finally got the Healing Factor. Chen Ye thought to himself, I won't have to worry about being cannon fodder in the Marvel Universe anymore.
"System, I remember that Deadpool had cancer in the original story to adapt to the Healing Factor. If I merge, will I just die?"
"Reporting to the host, it will not. The system will handle all loopholes. Do not underestimate the system." "Then, fuse immediately."
"Fusion begins!"
The moment the words fell, Chen Ye only felt his body shudder, countless cells within his body changing in a bizarre direction.
A moment later, Chen Ye slowly opened his eyes.
Wade suddenly paused, looking at Chen Ye with a slightly perplexed gaze.
He shook his head and continued to wolf down his food.
Chen Ye felt an unprecedented strength in his body.
"System, open panel."
[Name: Chen Ye]
[Race: Human]
[Skills: Combat Technique lv10, Healing Factor, Physique lv10, Rapid Movement lv2, Chaos Magic lv1, Driving Mastery lv3, Reflexes lv7, Swordsmanship lv5, Marksmanship lv3, Beast Language lv4, Cooking lv5, Lockpicking lv3, Robbery lv2, Zero Dollar Purchase lv3...]
[System Evaluation: You are no longer a weakling. You can barely hold your own against Captain America, but if you encounter Thanos, please immediately beg for mercy.]
Chen Ye's slight smugness vanished as soon as he finished reading the panel.
I wonder if the Purple Potato Demon in this universe is the cosmic tyrant version or the movie version. The movie version would be a bit better.
If it's the cosmic tyrant version, it's not just half the universe's population that's at stake.
That one would kill the entire universe, including himself, just to get a smile from Death, the ultimate simp.
So, simps don't get houses. But it's still early days. We haven't even cleared the Hell's Kitchen instance yet. Our Tony Stark hasn't become Iron Man.
Before that, I need to make more friends and strive to make them my family.
I want to become the Marvel Family Man!
Too bad I'm afraid the Ancient One would see through me being a transmigrator. Otherwise, I'd have gone to Kamar-Taj to make friends with her already.
I wonder if the Ancient One in this timeline is a bald guy or a bald woman.
If that doesn't work, there's Miss America, Cable... If I had the ability to travel through parallel timelines, I could go to all sorts of parallel timelines and make friends.
Then I could punch the God of Stories, Loki, stomp on the Purple Potato Demon, and make Death kneel and sing "Conquer."
Suddenly full, Wade picked his teeth with a toothpick in his left hand and patted his belly with his right, interrupting Chen Ye's fantasy: "There's a big job recently. How about it, want to do it together, Chen?"
"What's the job, what's the mission? You know I'm picky about missions," Chen Ye said, annoyed by the interruption.
"Not the black guys, this time it's a rescue mission," Wade continued.
"Sometimes I think you're really twisted, Chen. Every time you point a gun at a black guy and ask if they're a good friend, then you kill them.
Do you know that a lot of African-American mercenaries out there have a big problem with you? They say you, a Chinese guy, are being racially discriminatory."
Chen Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, I'm purifying the world, alright? Those black guys, all they do every day is Zero Dollar Purchase and bully innocent girls.
As their good friend, I'm just helping them report to heaven early, okay?
Staying here is just a waste of food. I call this helping others and being happy."
"Fifty million US dollars," Wade gestured exaggeratedly with five fingers.
Hearing such a huge mission reward, Chen Ye couldn't help but be stunned.
He knew that the largest single job Chen Ye had taken was only five million, not even a fraction of this one.
With a price tag of fifty million, if it wasn't specified as a rescue mission, Chen Ye would have thought he was being asked to assassinate the president.
"Who is the target of this rescue?"
Chen Ye's expression became serious at this moment; this mission was probably not that simple.
Wade pointed at the television, which happened to be broadcasting,
"The world-renowned industrialist, playboy, billionaire, Tony Stark is missing. According to initial reports, Stark disappeared during a private trip, and Stark Industries' stock price has plummeted."
"So it's Tony Stark, that murderer, huh? I'm not taking this job. Serves him right, the arms dealer." Pietro exclaimed, standing up excitedly.