Hey there, readers. This fanfic is a TL version. To make it a smoother and more enjoyable read, I've removed some heavy Chinese references and writing quirks that didn't fit too well here. I also added a few of my own touches. Things like harem elements, better pacing, and some 18+ NSFW scenes that blend naturally with the story.
I noticed there's already another translation of this fanfic on the site. It's a good one, so I'm not here to talk it down. The main difference is that my version focuses more on flow, tone, and added 18+ scenes that give the story a bit more life.
I'll leave it up to you to decide which version you enjoy more. Either way, thanks for giving this one a shot, enjoy!
Inner thoughts are written with single quotes 'like this.'
Dialogue is written with double quotes "like this."
Scene transitions are marked with (***).
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Chapter 1: I, Lynn, Miss Homicide Cases Terribly
2012, New York City.
It had been over two months since the Battle of New York shocked the world.
Within a five-block radius of Stark Tower, construction companies were still clearing away the collapsed ruins.
A Chevrolet police cruiser was parked on the roadside. George Stacy stared at the sweeping hands of his watch.
He would swear to God, if he ever got a chance to do life over...
He would absolutely never partner up with this asshole, Lynn Hall!
Just as George Stacy's patience was about to run out...
A young man wearing a black trench coat, with a tall, straight figure like the male lead in a TV drama, walked over.
He was holding a coffee in his left hand and an egg tart in his right, and he expertly pulled open the car door and slid into the passenger seat.
"Morning, George."
After the greeting, Lynn Hall handed the coffee to George. "Why so serious this early in the morning? Here, have some coffee. It'll help with that 'just woke up' mood."
[Image: Lynn Hall]
George Stacy stared at the coffee Lynn Hall offered him.
He took a deep breath. "First of all, Mister Lynn Hall, you need to take your punctuality more seriously!"
"Second, your request for a new cruiser has been approved."
"And third, I'm your goddamn boss, not your personal chauffeur! You can't just go out with a different girl every night, sleep at her apartment, and then expect me to pick you up the next morning!!!"
If any of their other colleagues had seen George Stacy swearing so openly, they would have been stunned.
But Lynn Hall was already used to it.
He even offered the egg tart in his hand. "Want a bite? That Brazilian chick from last night wasn't just hot, she's a pretty good cook, too."
"See, she insisted on making me egg tarts this morning. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been late."
Looking at Lynn Hall's sincere 'you gotta believe me' expression...
George Stacy took another deep breath and started the car.
'Forget it. He's the partner I chose. What can I do!'
"Oh, right. I heard Gwen is applying to Empire State University. Want me to write her a letter of recommendation?"
"You know I graduated from there. With my recommendation, Gwen…"
Screech!!!
The sound of tires scraping against the pavement echoed as George Stacy slammed the brakes on the police cruiser!
Turning his head, George Stacy stared hard at Lynn, his expression grim. "Damn it, you stay away from my daughter."
"Or else, partner or not, I will show you exactly what the wrath of an old father looks like!"
George Stacy knew perfectly well how much charm this bastard in front of him could turn on.
Hell, even the deputy mayor's daughter, who was just trying to polish her resume at the precinct, hadn't escaped his clutches.
He absolutely did not want to see his precious, sweet daughter get corrupted by this promiscuous bastard!
"OK, OK, no more Gwen!"
Muffling his words around the egg tart, Lynn held up both hands in surrender. "I'm not really interested in seventeen-year-olds, anyway. She's five years younger than me."
"Hmph!"
After a sullen snort, George Stacy turned on the radio and started driving toward the NYPD precinct again.
"Good morning, New York! This is your host, Ginny. It's been over two months since the Battle of New York captured the world's attention, but global discussion about aliens still hasn't stopped."
"But what people are most curious about are the members of the Avengers, especially the legendary hero living up to his name, Steve Rogers. The topic of whether he's still a virgin is still being hotly debated…"
Listening to the gossip on the radio, Lynn Hall ate his egg tart and watched the scenery recede outside the car window.
His thoughts, however, began to drift.
That's right. Lynn Hall was a transmigrator.
At the age of sixteen, the fog of his birth-transmigration cleared, and he finally realized this was the famous Marvel Comics universe.
There was no need to describe how dangerous this world was. The only saving grace was that mutants didn't exist in this universe.
At eighteen, he got into New York State University. Originally, Lynn's plan was to become a lawyer.
Making money, having status, and enjoying life—that was the true meaning of it all.
But he never expected to later awaken a cheat ability: [Emissary of Death].
The cheat ability allowed him to grow stronger by helping the spirits of those who died wrongful deaths fulfill their lingering obsessions, thereby absorbing the death energy from their souls.
Of course, it didn't work on all spirits; spirits had different grades, after all.
He could only make a deal with spirits who possessed an intense, lingering obsession.
He just hadn't expected that the few spirits he met who fit the criteria all had the same obsession: to punish their murderers.
Well, all he could say was, it was very fitting for the "Land of the Free," where shootouts happened every day.
After all, the number of Americans who died from murder and shootouts was far greater than the number who died from natural causes each year.
So, after graduating, Lynn decided to just join the NYPD.
After going through training, tests, and the whole series of steps, he officially became one of NYPD's finest.
Later, after solving a few cases based on guidance from the spirits...
He was noticed by Captain George Stacy of the Criminal Investigation Division and transferred over.
Currently, Lynn was a detective in the Criminal Investigation Division, and his boss was Captain George Stacy.
[Name: Lynn Hall]
[Age: Twenty-two]
[Identity: Emissary of Death (Inactive)]
[Supernatural Abilities: Physical fitness at twice peak human potential, Mystic Potion Crafting (LV1), Phantasm (LV1), Super-Sense (LV1), Bone Shield (LV1), Immortality.]
[Ability Descriptions:]
[Mystic Potion: Content stolen by dark sorcerers from Mephisto's notes. Contains various fantastical recipes. The higher the Potion Crafting level, the more powerful the recipes unlocked.]
[Phantasm: Eyes release energy unseen by normal people, briefly affecting their minds (Eye of Death). Can summon or communicate with spirits. As the LV increases, can summon deceased spirits on a large scale or control corpses to fight for you.]
[Bone Shield: When attacked, can release a palm-sized bone shield to block the attack. The higher the LV, the larger the shield's area and the greater its durability.]
[Immortality: You will feel pain and bleed when injured, but you absolutely will not die. It is recommended that if you are decapitated or turned to ash, you try not to let anyone see. It will be awkward to explain when you resurrect!]
Lynn Hall casually closed the transparent panel in front of him.
Since joining the Criminal Investigation Division, it had been almost two months since he'd encountered a spirit that met the requirements.
If this kept up, how was he supposed to absorb death energy and upgrade his abilities?
"What are you thinking about?"
George Stacy, who was driving, saw Lynn staring blankly out the window and asked casually.
"Just wondering why no one's died lately."
Hearing Lynn's reply, George Stacy almost instinctively slammed on the brakes again.
'Oh, great. You just love your job that much, huh?'
'A few days without a homicide case and you start getting antsy, is that it?'
'You're not even at the precinct yet, and you're already jonesing for a murder?'
"One of these days, I'm putting you on patrol duty!"
George Stacy shot Lynn a look and delivered the harsh threat.
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