In an apartment in Queens, New York.
Alan Folker stood in front of a mirror, looking at his reflection: a delicate face full of youthful collagen, though the stubble at the corners of his mouth seemed out of place on his entire face.
That's right, this was his appearance!
But what was going on? He remembered just being at 857 last night, drinking a lot of alcohol, and then... where was this place?
Alan Folker frowned, looking around.
This was definitely not his home; even the bathroom's overall decor was filled with a European ambiance. Such luxurious decoration suggested wealth and status, possibly even extreme riches.
Thinking of this, could he have been mistaken for a male escort yesterday and taken to a rich woman's house, and then he was...? Because he was indeed completely naked, his eight-pack abs perfectly sculpted. It had to be said that his appearance and physique did indeed resemble a bar's male escort.
A few minutes later, Alan Folker sighed and walked out of the bathroom, carefully returning to the room. He had to leave quietly before the lady of the house returned.
He saw that the spacious room was empty. He hastily picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on.
But just then, the door opened, and a graceful girl in a sheer nightgown appeared before Alan Folker. What was most stunning was not her angelic face, but her fiery and alluring figure beneath the nightgown.
"Damn, did I hit the jackpot?" Alan Folker froze, staring intently at the girl. Although she wore a nightgown, it was as if she wasn't wearing anything at all; the areas that should be revealed were completely exposed. Facing Alan Folker, she showed no hint of shyness, walking step by step towards him.
The girl's expression was normal. She smiled as she saw Alan Folker pause while dressing.
"Not sleeping a little longer? Are you going to school already?" The girl mumbled, her voice drowsy, as she lay back on the bed.
"School?"
Alan Folker looked puzzled. Why would he go to school? Hadn't he already graduated?
Just then, a string of memories, both his and not his, flooded his mind.
His pupils gradually widened, and he stared at the white wall in front of him with an astonished expression. Then, he seemed to suffocate, but only for a few short seconds.
Alan Folker gasped, swallowed, and his expression slowly calmed down. The memories in his mind were completely overwritten, now possessing a fusion of his past life and this life's memories.
"The Marvel Universe?"
Is this a place for people to live?
A World full of superheroes, where evil forces could emerge from anywhere, a World where magic and technology coexisted.
Complex powers: Mutants, Gamma Rays, genetic modifications, high-tech battle suits—all sorts of miscellaneous powers. Terrifying existences that could casually destroy the World.
Transmigrating to such a place, an ordinary transmigrator really wouldn't survive three episodes.
Thinking of this, Alan Folker fell into deep thought. But in his mind, there wasn't just this memory; there was also the faint figure in front of him.
However, Alan Folker couldn't help but frown, because the image and corresponding name in his mind simply couldn't align with the angelic young girl in front of him.
You're telling me this is Goddess of Death Hela, Old Lady Hela?
But this is clearly a beautiful young girl in her twenties, full of infinite vitality, like someone experiencing first love, isn't it?
No, no, this is definitely not that Goddess of Death Hela from Asgard. It must just be a coincidence of names.
Alan Folker concluded decisively.
But a few seconds later, it seemed that as a transmigrator, he was unexpectedly lucky. He started with a flawless, beautiful, and moving girlfriend. He was very satisfied with such a benefit.
Alan Folker's inner emotions gradually settled down. He sorted out his thoughts. According to his memories, he not only had a beautiful girlfriend but also held the current identity of an ordinary teacher at Midtown High School, with a stable income. He usually enjoyed looking at girls and playing games.
Aside from being a teacher, the rest was indeed similar to his previous life. But Midtown High School... and Queens, New York?
Alan Folker thought, falling into contemplation again. Now, in his mind, he remembered a neighbor named May Parker, and a student named Peter Parker.
Isn't this kid Spider-Man?
It's already so dangerous around him, and he's his teacher. How can he survive safely?
Just as he was looking worried, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Golden Finger? System?"
"Welcome to the Marvel Universe."
"God-tier Cosplay System activated!"
"The higher the cosplay degree, the stronger the power. When it reaches 100%, you can fully possess the cosplayed character's power and unlock another character."
"Please host, choose a cosplay character!"
"a. Kamen Rider Revice"
"b. Grim Reaper Aizen"
"c. Dragon Ball Tien Shinhan"
"d. One Piece Kid"
The four options in Alan Folker's mind were characters from different Worlds, each with their own strengths.
He didn't hesitate at all and decisively chose Grim Reaper Aizen, the mid-stage big BOSS, the outwardly gentle yet inwardly sinister God of Death.
"Choose b. Grim Reaper Aizen!"
"Ding, chosen cosplay character: Grim Reaper Aizen!"
"Host's appearance similarity with Grim Reaper Aizen is 100%. Cosplay progress 10%! Obtained Zanpakuto Kyoka Suigetsu! Already placed!"
"Host's physique similarity with Grim Reaper Aizen is 100%. Cosplay progress 15%. Obtained Kido talent! Raiho!"
"Host's profession similarity with Grim Reaper Aizen is 100%. Cosplay progress 20%. Obtained Level 5 Spiritual Pressure! Maximum Spiritual Pressure is Level 10!"
"Host's intelligence similarity with Grim Reaper Aizen is 100%. Cosplay progress 25%. Obtained research and technology abilities!"
"Host's demeanor similarity with Grim Reaper Aizen is 100%. Cosplay progress 30%. Obtained Shikai!"
...Alan Folker felt waves of powerful energy. Grim Reaper Aizen's cosplay degree was so high with him, directly reaching 30% power. With this, he would have the capital to contend in the Marvel Universe.
His aura instantly became incredibly powerful, like an invisible force.
Hela stirred from her sleep for a moment, her gaze falling on Alan Folker. He seemed unusually different today, especially his aura. However, she didn't think much of it; last night's frenzy had completely exhausted her. She was simply too tired and immediately fell back asleep.
Alan Folker quietly left the apartment. Next, he continuously adapted to Aizen's power, because only with a higher degree of cosplay similarity could he acquire new powers.
Aizen had short brown hair and brown eyes. On the surface, he appeared gentle, with a sunny, kind gaze, often smiling. He wore black-rimmed glasses, and his main attire was a Shinigami uniform, with a white, long-sleeved haori.
He recalled and imagined Grim Reaper Aizen's appearance, demeanor, form, lifestyle, and various other details, constantly imitating and learning.
After more than a month, Alan Folker had completely mastered 30% of the power, and his cosplay progress reached 35%. However, this 5% increase did not trigger any rewards.
This day, as usual, after a tender moment with Hela, he prepared to get up and head to Midtown High School.
Suddenly, Hela woke up with a start from her dream, letting out a retching sound, then rushed into the bathroom.
"Are you alright?" Seeing this, Alan Folker immediately rushed into the bathroom and asked with concern, looking at the dry-heaving Hela.
Hela pulled out a few tissues, wiped her mouth, and said with discomfort, "It's been like this these past few days. I keep throwing up intermittently, but nothing comes out."
"Did you catch a chill?" Alan Folker picked up a nearby bathrobe and gently draped it over Hela, smiling.
Hela stood up, and with Alan Folker's support, returned to the bedside. Then she walked to the nightstand, took out a pregnancy test stick, and handed it to Alan Folker.
Blushing, with a mix of shyness and excitement, she looked at Alan Folker with clear eyes, "I bought a few and tested them last night."
Alan Folker took the pregnancy test stick, saw two red lines, and suddenly reacted, excitedly saying, "Hela, you're pregnant! Was that morning sickness just now?"
Hela had a bewildered expression, a little confused, and asked in surprise, "Does pregnancy cause vomiting?"
Alan Folker smiled. He hadn't given birth himself, but he had certainly seen pregnant women. Everyone's symptoms were different, and it was clear that Hela's vomiting was due to pregnancy.
With a joyful expression, he told Hela to lie down and rest well for the next few days. Then he walked into the kitAlan and began preparing breakfast for her.