Marvel Universe, Non-Sacred Timeline
Big Apple City, Hell's Kitchen, a seven-story small apartment building facing the street, with a converted restaurant on the first floor.
Above the restaurant's wooden main door hung a Chinese sign: "Good Fortune Comes."
Below the sign was a banner reading "Business Prosperity."
On both sides of the main door hung red lanterns with Chinese characteristics.
Beneath the lanterns lay a disfigured brown dog wearing a red eye mask.
"Chen, is it ready yet? I'm about to faint from hunger."
A masked man in a red tight-fitting jumpsuit and a red eye mask lay on the table and spoke.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! You don't even pay, yet you're so demanding. If you rush me again, I won't give you any food, Wade."
A tall, robust Chinese youth with short black hair walked out from the back kitchen, carrying dishes in both hands.
The Chinese youth placed the dishes in front of the masked man with the red eye mask, whose eyes were gleaming.
That's right, the person wearing the red eye mask was Deadpool, whose hatred in the Marvel Universe was at its peak.
Then, the Chinese youth turned to the white-haired youth standing behind the bar and said, "Pietro, bring out all the remaining dishes from the kitchen."
The white-haired youth made an 'OK' gesture with his left hand and put on goggles with his right.
The next second, the white-haired youth was sitting next to Deadpool, pouring cola, and four dishes and a soup were already on the table.
"Wow, Pietro, no matter how many times I see your ability, it's still so convenient. If I had that ability, I'd definitely hit up a bank or two."
Wade said exaggeratedly.
"Alright, say less, Wade. Wanda has something to do today, so the three of us will eat first."
No sooner had the Chinese youth finished speaking than Deadpool and Pietro began to gobble down their food.
Looking at the guys devouring their food in front of him, the Chinese youth's thoughts drifted.
The Chinese youth's name was Chen Ye, and he had been transmigrated to the Marvel World for twenty-three years, living in Hell's Kitchen all this time.
His deceased father died in a gang fight, leaving him a seven-story small apartment building. He had just graduated from college a year ago.
Now, he ran a restaurant and occasionally took on part-time jobs.
The Deadpool wearing the red mask in front of him was someone he met during a part-time job. After meeting Deadpool, due to a system reason, he was provided with food and lodging in his apartment.
That's right, as everyone knows, a system is standard for transmigrators. It would be impossible to survive safely for twenty-two years in Marvel without a system.
Especially in Hell's Kitchen.
Chen Ye awakened the Friend System. As long as the other party acknowledged the host as a friend, the host could randomly obtain rewards from the other party.
This included money, attributes, items, superpowers, and so on.
Furthermore, increasing friendship could yield more attributes and additional rewards.
As for Wanda and her brother, he rescued them during a mission. Considering they had nowhere to go, he temporarily let them settle down here.
In case the Battle of New York breaks out, I'll have them guard the home. Otherwise, if the apartment is destroyed, my dream of being a landlord will be shattered.
Suddenly, a voice rang in his mind.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, Host! Wade Winston Wilson's favorability has increased to three stars!"
"Obtained attribute: Healing Factor."
"Integrate immediately?"
The system prompted.
Finally, the Healing Factor was obtained. From now on, he wouldn't have to worry about being cannon fodder in Marvel, Chen Ye thought to himself.
"System, I remember in the original work, Deadpool could only adapt to the Healing Factor because he had cancer. If I integrate it, will I die instantly?"
"Responding to Host, no, you will not. The system will handle all loopholes. Please do not underestimate the system."
"Then integrate immediately."
"Integration beginning!"
The moment the words fell, Chen Ye felt his body tremble. Countless cells in his body were changing in a strange direction.
A moment later, Chen Ye slowly opened his eyes.
Wade suddenly paused, looking at Chen Ye with a slightly puzzled gaze.
He shook his head and continued to wolf down his food.
Chen Ye felt an unprecedented power in his body.
"System, open the panel."
[Name: Chen Ye]
[Race: Human]
[Skills: Combat Skills Lv 10, Healing Factor, Constitution Lv10, Fast Movement Lv2, Chaos Magic Lv1, Driving Mastery Lv3, Reflexes Lv7, Swordsmanship Lv 5, Marksmanship Lv3, Beast Speech Lv4, Cooking Lv5, Lockpicking Lv3, Robbery Lv2, Zero-Cost Shopping Lv3...]
[System Evaluation: You are no longer a weak ordinary person. You can barely go toe-to-toe with Captain America, but if you encounter Thanos, please immediately kneel and beg for mercy.]
After reading the panel, Chen Ye's slightly complacent mood immediately plummeted.
He wondered if the purple sweet potato monster in this Universe was the Emperor Thanos or the movie Universe version of Thanos. The movie version would be better.
If it was the Emperor Thanos, it wouldn't be as simple as half the life in the Universe.
That was the ultimate simp who killed the entire Universe, including himself, just to make Death smile.
So, simps don't get houses, but there's still a long time for that. Even the Hell's Kitchen dungeon hasn't been cleared yet, and our Tony Stark hasn't become Iron Man.
Before that, I need to make more friends and strive to make them my family as soon as possible.
I want to become the Marvel Family Man!
Unfortunately, if I wasn't afraid that Sorcerer Ancient One would see through me as a transmigrator, I would have gone to Kamar-Taj to make friends with her already.
I also don't know if the Ancient One in this timeline is a male bald head or a female bald head.
If not, there's America Chavez, Cable... if I had abilities to travel through parallel Universes, I could go to various parallel Universes to make friends.
Then I could punch God of Stories Loki, stomp on Emperor Thanos, and make Death kneel and sing 'Conquer'.
Suddenly, Wade, who had eaten and drunk his fill, picked his teeth with a toothpick in his left hand and rubbed his belly with his right, interrupting Chen Ye's fantasy: "There's a big job recently. What do you say, want to do it together, Chen?"
"How big of a job? What kind of mission? You know I'm very picky about missions," Chen Ye said, annoyed at being interrupted.
"It's not about black guys this time. It's a rescue mission," Wade continued.
"Sometimes I think you're really perverted, Chen. Every time you point a gun at a black guy and ask if he's a good friend, then you kill him.
Don't you know, many African-American mercenaries outside have a big problem with you, saying that you, a Chinese person, are racist?"
Chen Ye rolled his eyes and said, "Please, I'm purifying the World, alright? Those black guys do nothing but zero-cost shopping and bully innocent girls every day.
As their good friend, I'm just letting them report to heaven early, alright?
Staying here is just a waste of food. I call this helping others."
"Fifty million U.S. dollars," Wade said, making an exaggerated gesture with five fingers.
Hearing such a huge mission reward, Chen Ye couldn't help but be stunned.
Chen Ye's biggest job before was only five million, which wasn't even a fraction of this one.
With a price tag of fifty million, if it hadn't been stated as a rescue mission, Chen Ye would have thought it was to assassinate the President.
"Who is the target to be rescued this time?"
Chen Ye's expression became serious now. This mission was probably not that simple.
Wade pointed at the TV, which happened to be broadcasting:
"Globally renowned industrialist, playboy, billionaire, Tony Stark, is missing. According to initial reports, Stark disappeared during a private trip, and Stark Industries' stock has plummeted."
"So it's Tony Stark, that murderer! I'm not taking this job. He deserves to die, that arms dealer!" Pietro, next to him, stood up excitedly and said.