Of course, Alex Ray also saw some bonds he shouldn't be able to activate—and some he'd never even heard of.
[Hydra]
[The Health Parliament]
[The Hand]
Wakanda
[Marvel Team]
...
Because these factions were hostile to him, Alex figured he probably wouldn't be able to trigger their bonds.
There were also some truly cosmic ones:
[The Five Great Gods: Galactus, Eternity, Infinity, Death, Annihilation]
[Creator God: One Above All]
[Universal Arbiter: The Living Tribunal]
Alex didn't think he'd ever be able to form bonds with these entities. Setting aside the question of whether he'd ever meet them, they basically had no emotional spectrum—no love, no friendship. There was no way to connect with them.
He didn't exactly consider himself to be someone like Red-Haired Shanks, who could declare, "Let's be friends," and win over gods with a single sentence.
These were the apex beings of the Marvel universe. At his current strength level, Alex wasn't even sure he could survive an encounter with them—let alone build rapport. If he met them now, he'd probably be obliterated before he could open his mouth.
So he stopped thinking about those bonds. If he ever managed to befriend entities like those, that would mean he could essentially walk through the Marvel universe with impunity.
But what was the point of that now?
He also noticed some bonds he'd never heard of before—most likely niche comic versions of Marvel teams he hadn't read.
[Four Heroes of the Round Table: Venom, Red Hulk, X-23, Ghost Rider]
[Summit Team: Hyperion, Power Princess, Doctor Spectrum, Windspeed, Nighthawk]
[Genius Supervillain Syndicate: Big Boss, Murkdo, Doctor Doom, The Wizard]
Alex had never heard of any of these as actual groups. He recognized a few individual names—Venom, of course, and Red Hulk, who he knew was General Thaddeus Ross, Bruce Banner's future father-in-law. The others weren't as familiar.
The most frustrating part was that the system only displayed their names—no details or context. It looked like he'd only get full descriptions if he actually activated the bonds.
He figured this was the system's way of preventing him from targeting people for rewards.
Alex scoffed internally. "System, do you think that little of me? Like I'd suck up to someone just for a couple of buffs?"
He wasn't into forced friendships. At this point, he preferred to let relationships form organically. He wouldn't compromise his integrity for system bonuses.
Alex understood that some people would never be friends. Ideological differences were irreconcilable. If you couldn't align your goals, you couldn't collaborate.
After all, a bond—true family—was for life. There could be no compromise on that.
Just as he was selecting others, others were also evaluating him. Friendship was always mutual.
As he scanned all the possible ties, Alex realized he wasn't entirely without bonds.
He had one.
The only one.
[Hell's Kitchen (non-upgradeable): Alex Ray, Wanda Maximoff, Charles Xavier, Tony Stark... and the residents of Hell's Kitchen]
[Bond Effects Activated: All members of the Hell's Kitchen faction gain +10% learning ability, +10% physical fitness, -30% sense of justice, -100% maternal kindness, +100% protection of allies, +50% resilience, +30% life adaptability, +50% black industry knowledge, -50% probability of internal conflict. All members gain a 10% chance to survive fatal injuries.]
[Exclusive Skill – Spirit Bomb: "All of Hell's Kitchen, raise your hands and lend me your strength!" The user may channel the collective power of everyone in the Hell's Kitchen faction for a one-time fatal blow. After activation, the user will suffer a 7-day period of weakness, during which they can only access 10% of their strength.]
[Note: You now carry all of Hell's Kitchen's hope. You are in Hell's Kitchen. You are Hell's Kitchen. Let that name echo across the universe!]
Alex stared at the bond's stats. Only one bond—but damn, what a bond.
Every boost was at least 10%, some as high as 100%. Even though there were some negative effects—like reduced sense of justice and zero maternal compassion—Alex wasn't fazed.
This was Hell's Kitchen. Nobody here was a saint. And frankly, Alex didn't want any saints walking around here.
He hated saints.
He worried that if one showed up, she'd try to reform the entire neighborhood and get everyone killed in the process. Now that he had this bond, he knew one thing for sure: he'd never be a standard superhero in this town.
Still, when he saw the 50% increase in black industry knowledge, his face darkened.
Was the system trying to drag Hell's Kitchen back into crime?
No way. Alex wasn't going to let everything they'd built collapse now.
That said, the buffs... they really were perfect for Hell's Kitchen. Things like adaptability, resilience, and "10% chance not to die after fatal damage"—those stats weren't just flavor, they were a lifestyle here.
And that Spirit Bomb? Alex had a suspicion this was low-key plagiarizing Dragon Ball.
Compared to the original—where the entire universe contributed—this was clearly the discount version. Just the strength of some pissed-off vigilantes and mutants in a crumbling neighborhood?
Still, Alex wasn't complaining. It was one hell of a trump card.
If the system could speak, it would probably scream injustice! It had clearly written all of Hell's Kitchen!
All!
But of course, Alex didn't know that.
He just smiled faintly as he read the final note, then closed the system interface and headed downstairs.
"I am Hell's Kitchen. Tell me, system... have I integrated into this world now?"
. . . . . . . . . . .
As Alex descended to the first floor of the Good Luck Restaurant—
A sleek black Dodge Charger and a matte-gray Aston Martin pulled up side by side at the entrance, parking with smooth precision.
The Charger's door opened first. A bald man in a white dress shirt stepped out, both sleeves rolled to his elbows. His muscled arms gleamed under the sunlight, exuding brute strength and raw authority.
At the same time, the Aston Martin's door clicked open, and a laid-back Asian man emerged casually from the vehicle.
Dressed in streetwear, he held a bag of potato chips in one hand and looked around with a nostalgic expression.
His gaze lingered on the restaurant's signage for a moment before he murmured, "Finally back. This place hasn't changed a bit."
The bald man walked over, stopping beside him. His deep, gravelly voice rumbled, "Is this the place you said could provide everything, Han?
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