His mind burned, then everything went blank.
The old woman's curses turned into loud wailing. If the surrounding crowd had not pulled her away, Theo might have beaten her to death on the spot.
That single mont of losing control dragged him into a ss he could not escape.
The police station beca his next stop.
The cost of his impulsiveness was not just a few days in detention, it also drained two months of his hard-earned salary as compensation.
After being released, the anger did not fade. Instead, it grew stronger the more he thought about it.
Then ca another accident.
A reckless driver.
And once again, everything went black.
When he opened his eyes, the world had changed.
He had transmigrated.
And with it ca his golden finger, the Selection System.
The system assigned tasks. Upon completion, he would receive three reward options, and he could choose only one.
The nature of these tasks varied wildly.
So were humiliating, like running naked through the streets or cleaning filthy pits. Others involved stealing candy from children. Occasionally, they demanded acts of kindness. There were monts of danger, acts of justice, and outright cruelty.
It was unpredictable.
So far, Theo had survived four different worlds.
Barely.
Never before had the system issued three missions at once.
And the rewards this ti were absurdly generous.
Yet Theo felt no excitent.
Only caution.
Generous rewards ant deadly difficulty.
The first mission required collecting all six Infinity Stones.
That alone told him everything.
This was the Marvel Universe.
The rewards spoke for themselves.
Infinite lifespan.
Ti reversal.
Future prediction.
Each one was enough to overturn the natural order.
Theo had watched the movies before, but it had been years. Back then, he paid more attention to the spectacle than the details. He rembered the main characters, but the finer points of the story were blurry.
Collecting the six Infinity Stones was not impossible, but it was far from easy.
Still, the real danger lay in the second and third missions.
Mission Two: Hunt the Darkness.
Strip them of their golden finger.
The rewards were just as tempting. Dragon Ball Ki cultivation, Saiyan near-death growth, Law Following Speech.
The most alarming detail was the note.
Darkness hunted Sons of Destiny, Reincarnators, and Transmigrators.
That ant Theo himself was prey.
He did not need to think deeply to guess their origin. There was a strong chance they were like him, people from Earth.
That realization made things worse.
Mission Three: Hunt Reincarnators.
The rewards included the Xuanyuan Sword, the Ice-Ice Fruit, and a mysterious option.
Reincarnators were described as organized threats across countless worlds.
Cheaters.
Every single one of them.
Which ant the sa applied to Darkness.
Trying to kill them was extrely dangerous. One mistake and he would be the one killed instead.
So the conclusion was obvious.
He had to stay hidden.
Remaining in the shadows was the safest path.
He could not casually interact with figures like Tony Stark or the Hulk.
Those people might already be targets, or bait.
The Marvel Universe itself was dangerous enough.
First, he needed information.
Timing was everything.
"Hey, you. Hand over your money."
His thoughts were interrupted.
Two tall, muscular n stepped out of the alley's darkness, each gripping a knife, their expressions filled with hostility.
Theo frowned slightly, annoyed.
This world truly lived up to its reputation.
Heroes and villains clashed openly, while criminals thrived in the shadows.
Robbery was nothing unusual.
Theo casually waved his hand.
In the next instant, both n were slamd against opposite walls, their bodies pinned in midair. Their earlier arrogance vanished, replaced by pure terror.
"What city is this?" Theo asked calmly as he floated a short distance above the ground.
"New... New York. Brooklyn," one of them stamred, sweat pouring down his face.
"New York…"
Theo muttered to himself.
A city that looked peaceful on the surface, yet constantly attracted destruction.
"Any heroes active recently?"
Ten minutes later, Theo walked out of the alley.
His appearance had already changed. His Asian features were gone, replaced by those of a European man.
From the two thugs, he had gathered basic information about the current tiline, though he still needed confirmation.
As for the n themselves…
They were no longer recognizable.
The alley walls were painted red with their remains.
Theo showed no reaction.
Telekinesis was one of his abilities. With enough effort, he could drag teors from space, manipulate gravity, distort magnetic fields, and crush anything in his path.
And that was only the beginning.
He also possessed the power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, capable of triggering devastating earthquakes and tsunamis.
On top of that ca super regeneration, adaptive evolution, and a body as strong as steel.
Changing his appearance was trivial in comparison.
After surviving four worlds, he was far from weak.
---
At the sa ti, in Washington, D.C., a figure appeared atop a towering skyscraper.
A glowing panel materialized before his eyes.
Zhou Tianyu.
Male.
25 years old.
Reincarnator No. 888.
Level 53.
Title: Sword God.
Abilities, swordsmanship, unity of man and sword.
Weapon, Divine Artifact Xuanyuan Sword, ten seals, two unlocked.
World, Marvel Universe.
Tasks displayed one after another.
Protect Iron Man from Darkness.
Collect the Infinity Stones.
Hunt Transmigrators.
Hunt Darkness.
Zhou Tianyu closed the panel.
His white hair danced in the wind, his sharp gaze cold and emotionless.
A golden sword mark on his forehead slowly faded under his control.
Monts later, his appearance shifted, turning into that of a European man.
Despite his cold deanor, he was not foolish.
The missions revealed enough.
Like Theo, he chose caution.
Hide first.
Observe.
Act later.
Only the careful survived.
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In New York, inside a luxurious hotel suite, Lucien stood before a floor-to-ceiling window.
A glass of red wine rested in his hand.
His current appearance was that of a tall, muscular white man, his body perfectly sculpted.
The city lights reflected in his eyes.
He had already gathered enough information through the internet and news.
Everything aligned with what the Ancient One had hinted at.
If his mory served him right, Loki would soon make his move.
And not long after, Nick Fury would assemble the Avengers.
For now, patience was key.
He needed to watch.
To wait.
To see if others like him would reveal themselves.
Ten days passed.
Then half a month.
Then a full month.
Nothing happened.
Lucien, Theo, and Zhou Tianyu all remained still, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the sa mont.
The arrival of Loki.
The descent of the Mind Stone.
During that ti, Lucien rarely left the hotel.
Only occasionally did he visit a casino to secure money.
Otherwise, he remained in his suite.
From there, he had a perfect view.
The towering structure of Stark Industries stood in the distance, a constant reminder that the storm was coming.
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