Under the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze blew.
Alan Folker pushed up his glasses, glanced at the sky outside the house, and a joyful expression appeared on his face.
He never expected that after coming to this World, not only did he have a girlfriend, but he also gained the power of a system, and even had his own flesh and blood. One transmigration had already brought him to the pinnacle of life.
A few minutes later, he made a sumptuous breakfast and returned indoors, carefully looking after Hela.
Hela's face was beaming with smiles. She had never felt such happiness before—a love she could never experience in Asgard. Yet, being exiled to Midgard made her feel warm.
Alan Folker was very cautious. After making sure Hela was settled, he put on a cloak just like Grim Reaper Aizen's before reluctantly leaving the apartment.
Following the route from Queens to Midtown School, Alan Folker was already familiar with the path and had long since abandoned cars. He preferred to use his own power over a vehicle.
After all, this allowed him to better portray Grim Reaper Aizen.
A blur of a Shadow streaked across the high-rise buildings, moving swiftly like a gust of wind.
Just then, a red figure lying high up saw the gust of wind, revealing a curious expression. Immediately, a web attached, and he quickly gave chase.
"What was that? So fast!" Peter Parker continuously shot webs, his swift figure weaving between the buildings, but the other party was like a gust of wind. He couldn't even clearly see the other's appearance, not even their clothes.
Chasing all the way, in just a few tens of seconds, he had already appeared outside Midtown School.
Peter Parker saw his target disappear and could only find a hidden spot to take off his Spider-Man suit, change into his regular clothes, and then walk out from the side. "That figure ended up at the school?"
His expression was solemn. He felt that the figure had appeared very suddenly, emerging from nowhere, but he vaguely had a bad premonition from his sixth sense.
Just as Peter Parker stood at the school gate, lost in thought, a familiar voice from behind broke his reverie.
"Peter Parker, what are you standing here for? Aren't you going to class?"
Alan Folker walked over from a distance, greeted Peter Parker, and then directly pushed him towards the classroom.
"Teacher Alan, is it your class again today?" Peter Parker asked, surprised and curious.
Alan Folker asked with a gentle smile, "Do you like my class, or do you not like my class?"
"Of course I like it! I like calligraphy!" Peter Parker responded enthusiastically.
That's right, to better portray Grim Reaper Aizen, Alan Folker had adjusted his position. He was now a calligraphy teacher and also a coach at a Kendo Club outside the school.
Alan Folker nodded slightly upon hearing this. His previously friendly expression gradually turned cold, adopting an aloof demeanor. He remembered Peter Parker chasing him earlier. With Spider-Man's power, he had completely won in terms of speed, but it was still far from enough.
The morning class time passed peacefully without any noise.
No superheroes, no evil crimes, just a calm school life, teaching and learning. Everything was tranquil.
Alan Folker finished his morning classes and hurried back to the apartment.
Outside the apartment.
May Parker saw Mr. Alan and immediately smiled as she approached him, greeting, "Hi, Mr. Alan."
Upon hearing this, Alan Folker turned around to look at May Parker behind him. Seeing her sexy clothes, revealing her perfect figure, and a smile on her beautiful face, he immediately smiled and said, "Aunt May, I haven't seen you in days."
He stepped forward, gave May Parker a friendly hug, and responded warmly.
May Parker smiled, somewhat reproachfully, "Indeed, that night I got drunk, but you don't remember anything."
Upon hearing this, Alan Folker was a bit stunned. That night, could it have been the night he transmigrated? He did indeed lose the memory of that night. What exactly happened?
May Parker smiled charmingly and returned to her apartment, leaving Alan Folker alone in the hallway.
After a while, Alan Folker opened the door and returned indoors. The fragrant smell of food wafted into the air.
He seemed to have forgotten what May Parker had just said and quickly went into the kitAlan, hugging Hela from behind.
"Stop messing around, it'll be ready soon. How did you know I made you lunch today?" Hela turned around, looked up at Alan Folker affectionately, and smiled.
"A man's sixth sense!" Alan Folker replied with a faint smile.
After he finished speaking, he released Hela, went to the living room, and turned on the TV.
"It is reported that a mysterious meteorite landed a month ago. Currently, local police in conjunction with federal police have found the location of the meteorite..."
A female reporter stood outside the meteorite site.
Behind her was a huge crater, and the area was cordoned off with caution tape.
The camera could only capture a partial view, showing many substances swirling above the meteorite. These substances tore everything floating nearby into fragments.
Alan Folker leaned on the sofa, curiously watching the strange scene unfolding above the giant crater.
Suddenly, a siren sounded in the distance.
He was pulled back to reality from his thoughts. He stood up from the sofa, watching the police cars speeding by on the road. Among the police cars, there were also several SUVs with S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles, rapidly moving through the streets.
Alan Folker looked in the direction the cars disappeared. It was clear that S.H.I.E.L.D. had appeared, which meant it wasn't an ordinary crime. Otherwise, Spider-Man would definitely be around the police cars.
"Hela, I seem to have forgotten something at school. Wait for me a moment, I'll go get it." Alan Folker turned his head, glanced at Hela busy in the kitAlan, and said.
"Then you can be quick, I'll be ready soon." Hela responded with a smile... Alan Folker walked out of the apartment, looked to one side, then went to a hidden spot, rapidly moving through the high places, and in a blink of an eye, he was behind the S.H.I.E.L.D. cars.
A few minutes later, the cars stopped. The surrounding area was crowded with people gathered outside the caution tape.
Alan Folker walked over from a distance, looking at the two people standing beside a sedan. Coulson and Melinda stood outside the caution tape with solemn expressions, observing the miraculous scene before them.
Inside the caution tape was a huge crater, which seemed to be releasing a powerful energy. Anything that came close floated in mid-air.
"Fortunately, there are no casualties so far. Have the research team come over to investigate this area." Coulson frowned, his gaze fixed on the floating debris.
"It looks like a mysterious substance causing a magnetic repulsive force," Melinda initially concluded.
Alan Folker heard clearly that Coulson and Melinda were discussing how to deal with these matters. However, regarding the mysterious substance, their faces seemed to show that they were already accustomed to such things.