S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury stared at the files in his hands, his expression one of pure shock. He turned to Agent Coulson beside him and said, "Are you sure this guy is the 'Mister' that Kingpin talks about? And that he's this young?"
"Yes, Director. I didn't believe it at first either and thought the intel was wrong, but as we investigated, we discovered that the 'Mister' Kingpin mentioned is most likely that terrifying individual!"
Fury's face darkened further. Without a moment's hesitation, he ordered, "Get Black Widow on this. Have her investigate personally. The moment she confirms he's the guy who has been active around the world for the past three years, she's to notify me immediately!"
"Yes, Director!"
Meanwhile, in the borough of Queens, at Midtown High School, Blake sat in the back of a classroom.
He had been in the Marvel universe for three years. When he first found out he'd transmigrated, he was filled with despair. As a transmigrator, he knew exactly what the future held. Even if he kept a low profile and just tried to survive, he could still be wiped from existence by a snap of Thanos's fingers.
Luckily, when Blake was at his lowest, he awakened the power of the Supreme Doomsday! This gave him immense power, incredible leaping ability, endless stamina, and a super-fast healing factor.
Even better, he could evolve during a fight, developing abilities to counter his opponents, adapting to any environment or enemy. If he was killed, he would be resurrected and evolve a new way to defeat his killer. In other words, no one could kill him the same way twice!
A faint smile touched Blake's lips as he thought of this. He looked out the window at the schoolyard, a glint of confidence in his eyes.
He had used his powers to create countless legends around the world. Even Kingpin, who controlled almost all of the city's underground crime, had become his personal lackey.
But without Iron Man, there wasn't much going on. Bored, Blake picked up a textbook and went to class to pass the time. After all, the teacher's lecture was the best way to fall asleep.
"Hah~"
Blake yawned and propped the textbook up in front of his face. He rested his head on his arms on the desk and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, someone next to him nudged him.
Blake lifted his head and looked over. Before he could speak, Peter Parker whispered, "Blake, you won't believe it. The playboy Tony Stark was testing his latest invention yesterday when he was attacked. Everyone online is saying he's going to die!"
Blake's eyes flashed at Peter's words, but then the familiar feeling of boredom washed over him again.
It was no use; Tony Stark was too weak right now. Fighting the current Iron Man would be far less fun than tormenting Magneto. After all, Magneto had been thrashed by him so many times, he was probably a little stronger now.
"Okay, Peter. I'm going back to sleep. Don't bother me."
With another yawn, Blake settled down to sleep in the back row of the classroom. The teacher saw this but said nothing, as he'd grown used to it.
Just as Blake closed his eyes, an electronic voice rang out in his mind.
[Ding! Would you like to join the Dimensional Chat Group?]
[Agree] [Decline]
Seeing the two options, Blake's eyes snapped open. A terrifying, abyss-like aura surged from him, engulfing the entire classroom.
For a moment, everyone in the school building felt a chill run down their spines. The feeling was strongest for "Black Widow," Natasha, who had just stepped inside. She shivered involuntarily, her eyes filled with fear.
As a spy, she knew this aura all too well. It was the chilling killing intent that could only be honed through endless combat. The sheer intensity of it was palpable.
Natasha's heart sank. Could the boy in the file truly be that terrifying individual? She took a deep breath, calming herself, and began to walk toward Blake's classroom.
Meanwhile, Blake, the cause of the disturbance, rested his head on his arms, his energy subtly flowing through his body as he checked for any anomalies.
I have the power of the Supreme Doomsday, he thought to himself. I'm immune to magic, so no one should be able to invade my mind. What is this?
Puzzled, he slowly said in his mind, "Agree!"
As his voice faded, the electronic voice returned.
[Ding! Congratulations on joining the chat group!]
It was only then that Blake realized what was happening. As a transmigrator, he had read many novels about chat groups before coming to Marvel. He never expected to encounter one himself.
Blake's mood brightened considerably. He wondered how many powerful people were in this group. In his mind, the more powerful they were, the better. He hoped they would kill him a few times so he could get even stronger! After all, he had the power of the Supreme Doomsday! His motto was, "Whatever kills me makes me stronger!"
He realized it had taken three years for the chat group to invite him. A little slow, wasn't it?
Filled with excitement, Blake tried to calm his nerves, hoping the group had some truly powerful members. Before he could investigate, several messages appeared on his screen.
Whitebeard: "Gurarararara, welcome, new member. I am the Sea Emperor! Whitebeard of the Four Emperors!"
Asuna: "Welcome to the chat group! I am the poorest member!"
C.C.: "Don't listen to her, new member. She's the richest, a total rich kid!"
Seeing the welcomes, Blake's high hopes began to fade. Besides himself, there were only three members: an old man named Whitebeard, a rich girl named Asuna, and an immortal witch named C.C.
Blake sighed and leaned his head on his desk.
Suddenly sensing something, Blake looked up at the door. Natasha, wearing her uniform with her golden hair loose, had entered the classroom. A faint smile appeared on Blake's lips. Perhaps things were about to get more interesting.
With that thought, he typed a message in the chat group: "Thanks for the invite! I'm in Marvel, and I am the Supreme Doomsday!"
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