Morning in Manhattan, inside a New York apartment.
"Three years, and the system finally shows up. This quiz system is kind of interesting."
Aoi Shun raised a brow at the interface, then laughed. "But the curtain on the Marvel world hasn't opened yet. Tony Stark hasn't become Iron Man."
"If I spoil things now, will it affect the future?"
The system's mechanical voice replied, "It may create some impact."
"As leading figures in a cinematic universe, once the Avengers know what lies ahead, butterfly effects are inevitable."
"However, the host may choose whether to activate this system. Once activated, the system will assign the host a new identity from the future as a participant in the quiz. Even the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, cannot use the Time Stone to detect that the host is a transmigrator."
"Of course, the host may choose to read only and not answer. Whether or not the host participates, any rewards for correct answers will still be granted to the host."
Hearing that steady machine tone, Aoi Shun sat up from the sofa. "So the questions target those future superheroes. I can be a spectator, or I can jump in."
"And once I turn you on, you'll craft a future identity for me so I don't stick out in this world."
"Even the Ancient One with the Time Stone won't be able to trace me, right?"
"Yes."
The system continued, "The Ancient One can use the Time Stone to view the host's past and future. But what she will see is only what you want her to see, or a fabricated identity and history."
"What are we waiting for, then?"
Aoi Shun said, "Whether I answer or not, I still get the rewards. On top of that, I'm shielded from the Time Stone's investigation. That removes my biggest hidden danger."
"In that case, activate the quiz system."
At his command, a soft white light unfurled from the interface.
A transparent panel like a chatroom appeared right in front of him.
At the same moment.
"What is this thing?"
Inside Tony Stark's seaside villa.
He had just seen off last night's cover model. Reaching for a glass of red wine, Tony froze when a transparent panel popped up in front of him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Realizing it wasn't a hallucination, he called out, "JARVIS, can you analyze the transparent panel I'm seeing?"
"Sir, at this hour I recommend a glass of juice to settle your stomach."
"I'm not drunk. I haven't even started drinking."
Hearing JARVIS's smooth baritone, Tony rolled his eyes. "An illusion? No. JARVIS, check for any intrusion into the villa and run a full body scan."
"I don't know what's happening, but this panel in front of me is very real."
Sensing Tony's serious tone, JARVIS followed orders, scanning the villa's network security and Tony's physical status.
"Sir, there are no signs of a network intrusion. Your body is in excellent condition aside from mild residual hangover and will not produce hallucinations."
"Based on your heartbeat, cadence, and emotional profile, what you perceive should be real."
"Real, huh?"
Tony set down the wine glass.
"Interesting. Alien tech, maybe? But do aliens even exist on this planet?"
...
"Whoa, lots of people."
Seeing the chatroom suddenly fill up, Aoi Shun stretched lazily on the sofa. "Since everyone is here, let's open the chat function. Once they get their bearings, we'll start the quiz."
At his command, the previously muted chatroom unlocked messaging for all.
[Tony Stark (She Said She Loves Me Three Thousand Times): What's going on? Alien tech? This is fun, but what's with the title after my name? Who said they love me three thousand times? And what is this quiz? A trivia night?]
[Stephen Strange (I'm Here to Negotiate): Hold on, didn't I just finish a surgery? What is this in front of me? And why is a playboy like you here?]
[Tony Stark (She Said She Loves Me Three Thousand Times): Huh? You know me? Ha, as the greatest genius of the century, of course everyone does. And you are who, exactly? Going by your tone, did I steal your girlfriend?]
[Stephen Strange (I'm Here to Negotiate): Get lost. You think you could steal my girlfriend? Genius or not, I'm one too.]
[Natasha (Stop Arguing, I'll Jump Off a Cliff): This isn't a hallucination? I thought I was just overtired. According to the intro, answer correctly to get rewards... so what's the first question?]
[Clint Barton (If I Fight, We Win): Nat, you're here too? What is this situation?]
[Natasha (Stop Arguing, I'll Jump Off a Cliff): Clint, you're here as well? I don't know either. Looks like a quiz chatroom.]
[Nick Fury (Would Love a Vacation on the Moon): Quiet down. We don't know what's happening, but there's no immediate danger. We observe first.]
[Natasha (Stop Arguing, I'll Jump Off a Cliff): Nick? Fine, you're the Director. Your call.]
[Clint Barton (If I Fight, We Win): Works for me.]
[Steve Rogers (Combo Prince Who Wants to Dance With Her): Um... what's a quiz chatroom? Also, wasn't I dead?]
[Nick Fury (Would Love a Vacation on the Moon): ???]
[Clint Barton (If I Fight, We Win): ???]
[Tony Stark (She Said She Loves Me Three Thousand Times): ???]
[Stephen Strange (I'm Here to Negotiate): ???]
[Natasha (Stop Arguing, I'll Jump Off a Cliff): What do you mean? Steve Rogers? Didn't you crash into a glacier seventy years ago? We never even found your body, so how are you here too? My god, this is freaky.]