My name is Chang Pan. The "Chang" from "often," and the "Pan" from "rock." My old man wasn't very cultured; he just hoped I'd face life with strength when he gave me this name. But just now, a dump truck coming down Mount Akina straight-up offed me.
Am I back in the past? Chang Pan glanced at his small hands, which were white, clean, and a bit chubby. These aren't my hands, are they?
"Damn that damn dump truck driver... Digital Monster, fat snake monster. WDNMDNMSL!"
As a member of the army of transmigrators from the starting point, Chang Pan had a big heart. After venting his anger with honeyed words from his mouth, Chang Pan accepted the fact that he had become a child. Now, the first things to figure out were: Who am I? Where am I? Who's fighting...呸! What am I going to do? (He couldn't help but ask the three questions of the soul.)
Having no corresponding memories after transmigrating is a big problem.
After calming down for a while, Chang Pan ran into the bathroom, grabbed a small stool, and climbed onto the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but have a headache. The child in the mirror looked about 7 or 8 years old, with a bit of a mixed-race look. There was a hint of Chang Pan's childhood self in his eyebrows, but he was clearly much more handsome than Chang Pan used to be.
As an ordinary office worker, Chang Pan was very self-aware. He wasn't ugly, nor was he handsome. He was the type you couldn't pick out of a crowd. Although his current child's body was still small, there wasn't a single blemish on this body, nor were there any scars. He was more like a porcelain doll than a porcelain doll, like a blank canvas waiting to be painted.
Wow! Now, transmigrating comes with plastic surgery. Now, Chang Pan was sure that the body was still his own; it wasn't a soul-transmigration. He just wasn't sure why his body had undergone these changes.
"Awesome! No more mortgage. And I'm a little handsome guy. This time, I'm not at a loss! It's just that I'll never learn English in this life." All the products in the room and on the sink were labeled in English. This made Chang Pan sure that he was in an English-speaking country.
"Where's the golden finger? Where's the system? Where's my life as a CEO in the flower-filled city? Come out! You had the guts to bring me here, but not the guts to show yourself." After a while of ranting, no system spirit or helper appeared.
"Ugh~ I'm already here, why can't they give me a system? Whatever, I should probably learn about this world first."
"Zed! Zed! Have you packed your things?" A black woman came in to find Chang Pan. Chang Pan, relying on her college English from a few years ago, barely understood. She was calling him Zed.
Then, Chang Pan could only stand there, spacing out and playing dumb. I can't understand what she's saying.
The black woman looked at the wooden Zed, "Aww~ Poor kid." She walked to the corner, picked up a child's backpack, and pulled Zed out of the room.
Only after leaving the room did Chang Pan realize this was a hospital, and the high-class ward he was in earlier was vastly different from what he imagined a hospital room to be. Damn capitalism.
"Is this the child? Is he the only one left?"
"He has an uncle in New York."
Chang Pan vaguely understood words like parents, car accident, and pitiful. Yabae! This felt like he might be heading to an orphanage. Chang Pan's blank expression made the police and doctors feel sympathetic, making them even more upset.
"Oh! Poor Zed looks as pale as a candle. How pitiful."
Chang Pan appeared to be expressionless, but inside, he was panicking.
As for his new name and a future in an orphanage, Chang Pan could barely accept it. After all, besides his biological father and the two Ma Papas, no one else could make him willingly call them dad.
Zed continued to look expressionless, preventing anyone from seeing that he wasn't actually sad. Carrying his small backpack, he followed the others into the car, preparing for his orphanage life. Sitting in the car, watching the bustling traffic outside, Zed's thoughts drifted.
Zed believed that with his ability to copy works, as long as he survived the initial period and developed in secret, he wouldn't starve to death. "I wonder if Battle Through the Heavens will suit these foreigners' tastes, but Lord of the Mysteries should be profitable."
"Little Zed, you'll stay at the welfare home for a week. Once your uncle arrives and the funeral is over, you'll go to New York to live. Everything will be alright," the accompanying black woman said to Zed.
Zed said, "Don't even talk about it, my head hurts, I don't understand."
It wasn't long before the car arrived at the orphanage. The orphanage's caretaker arranged for Zed and the other children to watch TV. The black woman went to handle Zed's temporary residency procedures. SpongeBob SquarePants was still amazing; even without English or subtitles, it could still captivate people. SpongeBob and Patrick Star's silly antics not only brought laughter to the children but also caused Zed's tightly strung nerves to relax.
It was just the commercials that interrupted the show that were annoying. What was even more annoying were the few words Zed could recognize from the subtitle "I am Tony Stark, I endorse myself," the date "May 7, 2000" on the scrolling bar below, and Tony Stark's signature mustache. They all reminded Zed that he was in Marvel, the Marvel with the Snap, the Marvel where ordinary people didn't survive.
S.H.I.T.
My name is Zed, formerly known as Chang Pan. I'm an ordinary person. I'm not some kind of special forces, nor am I a magician. I don't have any powerful connections, just a slightly chuuni office worker. I came to Marvel alone, without even a system to help me. In a little over a decade, I'm going to be flipping a coin to bet my life. I'm freaking out right now.
Zed forced a self-absorbed expression and told the caretaker next to him, "Sleep!" Then he followed her to his temporary room. Locking the door, Zed's expression couldn't hold any longer, and his face completely collapsed.
"It's over. No golden finger, and you dare to transmigrate to Marvel? No hope. Just wait to die." After lying on the bed for a while, Zed rushed to the bathroom and shouted at the mirror, "Sharingan, Zanpakuto, Qi-Horse Transformation... Please, come out! Come out!"
Zed dejectedly returned to the bed and looked at the small backpack beside it, unzipping it halfway and then zipping it back up. With a "thud," he knelt down. "Jade Emperor, Buddha, The Yellow King who holds good fortune, please protect me! Give me a glimmer of hope! I'm still young! I don't want to bet my life! I don't want to die!"
After kowtowing three times, Zed unzipped the small backpack. GoldLegend
Two things came into view, one radiating golden kingly aura, and the other gray and unremarkable.
Siii... There's still a blank Rider Watch for the Ohma ZI-O Driver! Jackpot!
If there was a mirror now, Zed would probably see he looked exactly like Gollum. With reverence and madness, young Zed held the Ohma Driver with both hands, and the display in the middle lit up. A flash of golden light, and the old demon king appeared in young Zed's mind.
"New demon king. The me of the past opened up a brand new future, becoming the most benevolent and righteous demon king. Thus, my most vicious and evil Ohma Power needs an inheritor. Go and forge a future of your own!"
The old demon king kicked young Zed out before he could even speak. But after he left, the old demon king didn't immediately dissipate. A golden spacetime portal appeared, and a man with a Rider Watch on his head walked in.
"Aren't you going to stop me from passing on the evil side of the Ohma Power?"
"Him? I feel like he can do it."
"That's really something I would say. How interesting."
Back in reality, Zed watched the Ohma Driver lose its luxurious gold, and the side guards also disappeared.
Picking up the blank Rider Watch and examining it carefully, Zed could feel that once the Rider Watch fully adapted to the time laws of the Marvel world and the Ohma Power seed within his body grew, he would be able to transform into ZI-O. He would then have the capital to grow and the power to fight for survival.
What's the first thing you do after gaining power? Of course, thank the big shots! "Here, I want to thank all the gods for taking care of this little one, thank The Yellow King for bestowing me with luck, and thank the Demon King for passing on his power."
After Zed finished giving his thanks, he began to sort through the old Demon King's gifts. Besides the Ohma Power, there were also the power seeds of the Rider Watches. Reactivating each Watch would allow him to randomly draw something from the corresponding timeline.
In addition, the old Demon King had left a protagonist-exclusive four-dimensional... uh... storage space, and a phantom of all Rider battle memories (Uncle as a coach) in Zed's mind. Of course, the most precious thing was definitely the old Demon King's accumulation of knowledge over sixty years.
Zed knew he wasn't Zhuge Liang and couldn't compete with those truly powerful figures in terms of intellect. Even ordinary S.H.I.E.L.D. agents should be a little smarter than him. The only thing he could do was rely on his prophetic information and abilities that others wouldn't understand to formulate detailed plans.
1. During the dormant period of the ZI-O Watch, exercise, and build a solid foundation. (What's the point of having a body if you can't beat up monsters?)
2. Create Rider Watches, find people with compatible affinities, and reactivate the Watches. Prioritize the Build Watch.
3. The affinity activation of Rider Watches has uncertainty; create Another Rider Watches as a backup combat force.
In the 21st-century Marvel world, especially a big city like New York, high-tech is essential. Prioritizing the activation of the Build Watch was something Zed had carefully considered. Cameras were everywhere in the city. If he transformed or detransformed and accidentally got caught on camera, those S.H.I.E.L.D. guys would swarm over like sharks smelling blood, looking for trouble. Even more troublesome, if HYDRA didn't have any ulterior motives after seeing his ZI-O armor, would they even be human?
The Build Watch could bring not only Build Armor, but also the incredibly brilliant mind of the devilish scientist Takumi Katsuragi. With this, he could develop a Golden Eye anti-surveillance device, replacing his image with others, making himself disappear from all of New York's surveillance. Wouldn't that be great! He could even develop an AI that was more advanced than Jarvis! Wouldn't that be awesome!
And the person with the highest affinity for Build should be that guy with the little mustache.
The devilish scientist, Takumi Katsuragi!
The genius scientist, Tony Stark!
Best match!
Randomly drawing items from other Rider timelines could result in an overpowered buff, or it could just be a pair of tomorrow's underwear(). One should have dreams, what if they hit the jackpot?)
(End of this chapter)