"In other words, I need to fabricate a diary to create an identity for myself. The more believable it is, the easier it is for others to trust it, and the stronger the abilities I'll gain!"
Manhattan, inside an apartment building.
Su Che, who had just awakened to the system, fell into deep thought.
Yes, Su Che was a transmigrator who had inexplicably found himself in this dangerous Marvel world.
Fortunately, he had awakened the "Diary Fabrication System." According to the system's requirements, he needed to create a believable identity based on the given settings.
Doing so would allow him to obtain powerful abilities.
"Confirmed, host."
Faced with Su Che's inquiry, the system responded mechanically.
Clearly, the system wasn't very intelligent.
After reading the system's prompt, Su Che pondered for a moment.
He was familiar with the future developments of this cinematic universe, so crafting an identity for himself in the diary according to the timeline wouldn't be difficult.
Based on the system's requirements, he needed to shape his persona within certain limits:
First: "Superhero!"
Second: "Gradual growth!"
Third: "The identity must relate to the diary holders and make them believe it!"
These three points were clear.
First, he had to cast himself as a superhero.
Second, he couldn't simply write in the diary that he was invincible.
This aligned with the third point—the more the diary holders believed the fabricated identity and entries, the stronger his abilities would become.
He couldn't just write "I am invincible in this universe" and instantly become all-powerful.
However, the second and third points were interconnected, and the third was the most challenging.
It meant that the diary entries needed to establish a relationship with the holders to gain their trust.
Well, that was the toughest part.
"System, who are the initial diary holders?" Su Che asked after a moment of thought.
"Initial diary holders: Wanda Django Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and Nick Fury."
Seeing the three initial holders provided by the system, Su Che nodded slightly. "So, the first holders are Scarlet Witch, Black Widow, and Director Fury, huh?"
"Scarlet Witch should be easy. According to the timeline, she's still a 14-year-old girl in Sokovia."
"Black Widow is already a renowned agent, but that shouldn't be too problematic."
"The biggest challenge is Nick Fury—he doubts everything."
"It's safe to say he'll be the hardest to win over among the initial holders."
Staring at the system's translucent editing interface, Su Che rested his chin on his hand. "I can't just casually make up an identity—it has to be carefully crafted."
"The key is to establish a connection with these three. How can I, as a superhero, have ties to them?"
After a few seconds of thought, Su Che's eyes lit up.
He had it!
Why not go for a "behind-the-scenes" style?
Wouldn't that naturally link his superhero persona to them?
Quantum mechanics made it simple, right?
Looking at the system's editing interface, Su Che began to write.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. (Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division), inside Nick Fury's office.
Fresh from a discussion with Alexander Pierce, the former director and current secretary of the World Security Council, Nick Fury returned to his office to find a mysterious black-and-gold diary on his desk.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the object, Fury's single eye narrowed.
He turned to Maria Hill, who was seated not far from his desk, and asked, "Hill, has anyone been in my office?"
"No one," Hill replied promptly, looking up from her documents. "It's been 12 minutes and 45 seconds since you left for Mr. Pierce's office. I've been here the entire time and can confirm no one entered."
Fury pointed at the black-and-gold diary. "Then how did that get here?"
"What?" Following his gesture, Hill saw only a clean desk and neatly stacked files—nothing else.
"I mean this!" Fury insisted, tapping the diary. "You can't see it?"
"Sir, I don't understand what you're referring to," Hill said, her expression turning serious.
She tapped the ordinary-looking watch on her wrist, and a holographic display immediately projected a real-time feed of the office.
"Director, as you can see, there's nothing where you're pointing. The cameras don't show anything either."
Frowning at the hologram, Fury saw that the spot he indicated appeared empty in the footage. Yet, when he looked directly, the diary was clearly there.
"Nick, do you need me to—" Hill began, but Fury waved her off.
He extended his hand, allowing the scanner on his wrist to sweep over the diary. The advanced device detected no radiation or threats.
Fury's expression grew increasingly stern.
Meanwhile, in Sokovia.
"See? There's nothing there!" Pietro said, waving his hand through the empty space where Wanda claimed to see a black-and-gold notebook. "If there really was a notebook, my hand would've hit it instead of going right through."
"Did you not sleep well last night? Or are you running a fever?" He reached out concernedly to feel her forehead.
"Fine, forget it if you can't see it," Wanda said irritably, swatting his hand away. "Go get my lunch—that's what a good younger brother should do for his older sister."
Pietro sighed helplessly. He couldn't shake the feeling that Wanda was acting strangely today.