Chapter 133: You're in Trouble, Come With Me

Chapter 133: You're in Trouble, Come With Me

Brooklyn is, by any measure, the worst part of New York.

In the early 19th century, it was just a large family farm. Later, the land was divided, and houses were built, forming the current community. Eventually, it was incorporated into New York City by popular vote, becoming one of the five boroughs.

The outside world describes the environment where prostitutes, drug addicts, and unemployed vagrants live as having a rich rural charm and being suitable for living, perhaps because they think the cockroaches here are so resilient that they deserve praise.

This is why Emma has always been puzzled by her boss's choice of residence.

This place is a breeding ground for chaos and crime, with such poor security that you have to be careful when walking at night, as you might encounter thugs, hoodlums, or even kids trying to sell you laundry detergent.

At first, when she saw her boss, a seemingly easy target, she actually considered robbing him.

But considering that a full meal once is not as good as steady meals, and that her husband had been stabbed to death in a fight, leaving her with two young children to raise, she, a woman in her forties, would likely not stand a chance against a young man in his twenties. So, she reluctantly gave up the idea and became a nanny instead.

She threw the boss's child-stained underwear into the washing machine, roughly cleaned up the model parts he had scattered all over the floor, and then grabbed the mop to start cleaning.

The sound of rapid keystrokes came from the room, where her boss was working.

The boss is Chinese, which is quite rare in Brooklyn, a place that has historically been a hub for minorities like African Americans. Chaos is the underlying theme here, and there are hardly any Chinese residents, except for some illegal immigrants.

He seems to be an orphan, with no family or friends. She has worked for him for four years and has never seen anyone visit his home.

Every morning at six, he wakes up, eats breakfast, and then sits at his computer to write, non-stop until around noon. After a quick proofread, he sends his work to a novel website.

Then, he spends his time watching various videos and reading books, occasionally playing games and checking comments. As the sun sets, the day passes, and before going to bed, he watches some adult films and secretly downloads them, then falls into a deep sleep.

It's said that the novels he writes are quite popular. Emma has heard a few of them, but the titles are incomprehensible to her.

Titles like "The Mysterious Sovereign," "The Mechanic Who Surpasses the Gods," and "The God of Chaotic Order" are all things that she, an uneducated woman, can't understand.

He rarely goes out, only to buy daily necessities. Despite being reasonably good-looking, he has very few social interactions. He often grumbles about the inconvenience of shopping and talks about how he plans to create an e-commerce platform to lead the development of the era.

But from the time she started working as a nanny to now, four years have passed, and she has even developed a herniated disc, yet he is still talking about how he will definitely do it next time.

Once, she mocked him, asking, "Boss, how come you haven't led the era yet?"

The lazy boss, smoking a cigarette, replied with a deep expression, "Any lofty and soaring thoughts will inevitably crash to the ground; the gravity of reality is too heavy."

His words instantly elevated his status, and Emma even felt a bit of admiration, thinking that her boss was indeed a cultured person, with at least some knowledge.

Even though he is a hermit who has no social life or partner and is obsessed with games and anime!

After hearing this, Emma felt gloomy for a long time and even considered throwing her two children out on the street to beg or exchange them for a couple of bags of marijuana.

When the boss heard her thoughts, he was clearly shocked and earnestly told her, "While it might seem cheap to sell them together, if you break down a person and sell their organs individually, you could get about $40 million."

Emma's eyes lit up, "So you're saying I should sell my children to the hospital as living organ donors?"

The boss was taken aback, "What I mean is, people are more valuable than you think."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

Her response made the boss exclaim, "You're too free-spirited."

Overall, Emma and her boss get along quite well. The monthly salary she receives is enough to make her happy, and he has few issues and is generally well-behaved. So, she hasn't taken a machete to his neck to demand money, as she might have done in her younger days.

But their peaceful life was suddenly disrupted.

One day, after waking up, the boss suddenly became unexpectedly elated. He went out for a bit and returned in less than ten minutes, with two large dogs following him.

One black and one white, their fur was smooth and well-groomed, making them look particularly strong and majestic.

"Awooo~"

"Awooo~"

The two dogs barked excitedly as soon as they arrived, gently biting the boss's pants, as if to say they were happy with their new home.

"These are Xiaohei and Xiaobai. They are the new members of the family. From now on, you should respect them as much as you respect me."

The boss, while petting the dogs' backs, instructed Emma.

Thinking about the dog hair all over the floor, the dog poop everywhere, and the regular feeding and other troubles, Emma's face turned cold, and she firmly refused.

"No way, either they go, or I go. I won't stay if they're here."

The boss looked at her sincerely, "Can't you be a bit flexible? Xiaohei and Xiaobai are very well-behaved."

Chapter 1: The Awakening

“Woof! Woof!”

The two dogs, displaying an uncanny level of awareness, huddled together, looking as if they were enduring a great injustice.

For some reason, Emma detected a hint of manipulation from the dogs, which made her wonder if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

“Confirmed.”

“Emma, you’re free.”

The boss stroked the dogs' fluffy fur and, without a moment’s hesitation, chose them over her.

Bang!

With a loud thud, Emma found herself thrown out of the house before she could react, the door slamming shut in her face.

“You—!”

“I—!”

Before she could utter another curse, the door reopened, and her belongings, along with a stack of cash, were tossed out.

Emma: “...”

Fine, for the money!

...

After dismissing the formidable nanny, Luk exhaled deeply, the illusion peeling away from his body.

His previously sedentary and underused physique had been transformed, now robust and muscular, straining against his clothes. His proportions were even more perfect than Captain America's after the Super-Soldier Serum, and his once-plain features had become strikingly handsome, exuding a magnetic charm.

“Twenty-six years.”

Luk was almost moved to tears. After a full twenty-six years of waiting, his golden opportunity had finally arrived. He had almost given up hope, thinking he would spend his life in mediocrity.

Back in the orphanage, he had dreamed of achieving great things with his foresight, but many historical events didn’t align with his knowledge, which puzzled him.

It wasn’t until he studied history and came across a certain World War II soldier wielding a shield and draped in the American flag—Steve Rogers, Captain America—that he realized something was amiss.

He then read the newspapers and saw the Stark Industries building in Manhattan, a skyscraper rivaling the Empire State Building, and its current CEO—Tony Stark.

That’s when it hit him: he had been transported to the Marvel Universe, a world where super-villains wreak havoc and aliens invade Earth on a regular basis.

Luk felt a sense of despair. In the Marvel Universe, the rich relied on technology, and the poor on mutations. As a penniless and tech-illiterate individual, he was at the mercy of the world.

He initially considered studying biology, hoping to make a name for himself, but found he couldn’t focus on his studies. Next, he thought about learning magic at Kamar-Taj, but either due to a lack of connection or insufficient talent, he couldn’t find the temple.

In the end, he resigned himself to a life of mediocrity, earning a modest living by writing fanfiction.

Even that wasn’t easy. He had assumed that his extensive knowledge of novels, movies, and TV shows from his previous life would make him a decent writer, but he soon discovered his vocabulary was limited, and his descriptions were lackluster.

Despite this, his fanfiction, while not as acclaimed as those of the greats from his past, still gained a modest following. He earned enough to live comfortably and even hire a bodyguard, saving some money along the way.

Now, after years of hardship, he could finally hold his head high.

Luk sighed contentedly and petted the two dogs.

The Marvel Universe was incredibly accommodating, allowing him to use his abilities without any need for adaptation. Some of his powers even seemed to have grown stronger.

This made Luk happy, but it also made him more cautious. The high level of tolerance was due to the myriad of supernatural beings in the Marvel Universe.

His current maximum power could destroy a nation, which sounded formidable, but compared to beings like Doctor Strange, Odin, Thanos, and the Celestials, he knew he had a long way to go.

However, it was only 2008, and Tony Stark hadn’t even gone missing in Afghanistan yet, meaning the events of Iron Man hadn’t begun, and the various deities and superhumans hadn’t made their appearances. For now, he could still have some fun.

“First, I’ll quit my job.”

Luk sat down at his computer, opened his writing interface, and thought for a moment before typing a single line.

[The author was run over by a truck and transported to another world. This book is on indefinite hiatus.]



Perfect!

He hadn’t lied; he had indeed been run over by a truck and transported to another world—twenty-six years ago, to be precise.

After quitting his job, Luk felt a renewed sense of purpose and optimism.

“First, I’ll steal the Cosmic Cube and study it. Time is key, but space is king.”

“Studying one is the same as studying two. Why not steal the Eye of Agamotto as well?”

A gentle voice echoed behind him.

“Hmm, that makes sense, but I doubt I can—”

Luk, who had been nodding in agreement, suddenly froze and slowly turned around.

Behind him stood an elderly man with a white beard, looking at him with a kind expression.

“Sir, you have violated the Earth Management and Security Act for interdimensional beings. Please come with me to Kamar-Taj.”

Luk: Σ(д|||)

(End of Chapter)

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