"Nice!"
Morin, now considered a hermit by Charles and Erik, lay in the sea of stars, cheering without restraint.
After upgrading the teacher profession to master level, all the abilities he had mastered were also promoted to master level.
Which meant-
He now possessed a [Master-Level Electromagnetism Controller].
A control ability even stronger than Magneto's.
At this moment, it could be said to be Morin's strongest trump card.
After calming down, Morin began drawing the next world.
Truthfully, he had barely fought in the X-Men world.
The few times he made a move were more like tickling.
They didn't count.
Completely boring.
Since Charles and Erik had finally "graduated," and Morin felt their tuition had been fully earned, he chose to leave without hesitation.
At this stage, he had already taken almost everything worth taking from that world.
Staying longer would just waste time.
And be boring.
As for other mutant abilities-
He was interested.
He would come back later.
When he felt like teaching again.
The sea of stars stirred.
Like an invisible giant hand had plunged into it and began to spin.
Starlight shifted.
Flowed.
Beautiful.
No matter how many times he saw it, Morin still found the scene overwhelming.
Faced with something so vast and powerful, it was hard not to feel humble.
Hard not to keep moving forward.
A star fell from the sea of stars.
It floated in front of Morin.
Its light bloomed and swallowed him.
[World selected - Ghost Rider / Spirit of Vengeance world]
[Please select - new profession]
[Please select - time of arrival]
[Please select - location of arrival]
"Ha... Ghost Rider."
An image immediately surfaced in Morin's mind.
Ghost Rider was a fallen angel gone mad.
Originally, he was the Spirit of Vengeance created by God.
Later, for various reasons, he fell into Hell and became controlled by the demon lord Mephisto.
Mephisto's power on Earth was extremely limited.
He couldn't act directly.
So he made deals.
He chose humans, tempted them, and implanted the mad Spirit of Vengeance into their bodies.
Ghost Riders.
Tools to harvest souls.
In the movie, the contractor was Johnny Blaze.
As a child, Johnny performed stunts with his father, Barton Blaze.
After learning that his father had lung cancer from smoking, Johnny was devastated.
That was when Mephisto appeared.
Calling it a "contract" was generous.
Johnny never stood a chance.
The contract was a scroll.
On its edge was a hidden barb.
When Johnny held it and read it, his hand was cut.
Blood dripped onto the contract.
It activated instantly.
Classic demon tricks.
Hell specialized in this.
The best defense for ordinary people without strength was simple-
Don't make deals.
But Johnny wasn't thinking clearly at the time.
He became Mephisto's Ghost Rider.
To be fair, Mephisto was very "principled."
The next morning, Johnny discovered his father was cured.
Completely healthy.
Strong as an ox.
Then-
During a motorcycle performance, Barton died due to an accident.
Mephisto had promised to cure the cancer.
He never promised longevity.
A word game demons loved.
Johnny, unfortunately, didn't understand it.
By the time he realized he had been tricked, it was too late.
The contract was binding.
Johnny was implanted with the Spirit of Vengeance.
He gave up family.
Love.
A normal life.
He became a wandering stuntman.
Waiting for Mephisto's summons.
Later, Mephisto's son, Blackheart, escaped Hell and came to Earth.
Chaos followed.
Morin recalled the rough plot, then looked at the profession selection panel.
"Stuntman... pastor..."
His eyes stopped.
"Traffic cop?"
Morin smiled.
"I choose traffic cop."
No hesitation.
Just imagine it.
Ghost Rider roaring through the streets.
Heavy metal blasting.
Flames everywhere.
And then-
A traffic cop steps out.
Stops him.
Impounds the vehicle.
Forces Mephisto, who suddenly has no tools left, to pay ransom.
Just to get his Ghost Rider back.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
"I choose the time," Morin said.
"Two days before Blackheart appears."
"The location-"
"The police station entrance in the city where Johnny is performing."
[Profession selected. Time and location confirmed.]
[Teleportation begins.]
In a blink, Morin found himself standing outside a police station.
In the United States, there was no dedicated traffic cop profession.
Traffic duty was just an assignment.
Any police officer could be assigned to it.
So there was no separate traffic police department like in China.
Morin didn't go inside immediately.
Instead, he waved down a taxi and headed toward the commercial district.
It was time for the first step in every modern world.
Buy a phone.
The X-Men world didn't count.
He'd been in hermit mode.
No need for communication.
And even if he wanted one, mobile phones didn't exist back then.
In this world, communication was unavoidable.
A phone was mandatory.
"If this keeps up," Morin thought, glancing at the pile of phones stored in his system space,
"I could probably host a multi-world mobile phone exhibition."
Still, his focus quickly returned to what mattered most.
The [Traffic Cop] profession panel.
[Traffic Cop • Entry-Level
Title Bonus:
[Body] +10 (You need sufficient strength and reaction speed to chase fleeing vehicles)
[Entry-Level Interdimensional Police Universal Vehicle] (You will be satisfied with it)
[Entry-Level Justice Halo] (Master-Level Justice Halo detected, automatically upgraded) - [Justice Halo]
[Entry-Level Eye of Justice] (Master-Level Eye of Justice detected, automatically upgraded) - [Eye of Justice]
[Entry-Level Heart of Justice] (Master-Level Heart of Justice detected, automatically upgraded) - [Heart of Justice]]
Morin frowned slightly.
These three abilities came from the police profession.
He had already upgraded them to master level in the Batman world.
Courtesy of Bruce Wayne's money.
After that-
He rarely used them.
The [Master-Level Eye of Justice] allowed him to see evil intent.
Even fragments of crime memories.
Most of the time, unnecessary.
He usually just forced his way through.
The [Master-Level Heart of Justice] had one clear use.
Boosting favorability with good characters.
Making them instinctively believe he was on their side.
Villains?
He never bothered.
As for the [Master-Level Justice Halo], its function was also clear.
Blocking negative energy.
Repelling evil.
He hadn't used these much since acquiring them.
But now-
They were back.
And upgraded again?
After master level, the names reverted to their original forms.
A return to basics?
Whatever.
Judging by the notes, the effects were clearly improved.
Thinking about Ghost Rider.
And the Judgment Stare.
Morin understood immediately.
After buying a phone, Morin checked the ID card in his system space.
He planned to return to the police station and register.
No rush.
This time, however, he didn't take a taxi.
He was very interested in that [Entry-Level Interdimensional Police Universal Vehicle].
Especially because of the system note.
"You will be satisfied with it."
The system never made casual remarks.
Its notes were always cryptic-
But always accurate.
Interdimensional was obvious.
Police use was logical.
Profession-compatible.
But the key word was-
Universal.
What did "universal" mean?
Multiple functions?
All functions?
The description was in Chinese.
And because of that-
It was ambiguous.
Universal had many meanings.
Vehicle was self-explanatory.
As a traffic cop, not having a proper vehicle would be ridiculous.
No matter how much he guessed, it was pointless.
Better to see it.
Ride it.
Then he'd know.
Morin released his telepathy, blocking the perception of nearby pedestrians.
They subconsciously avoided him.
Unable to notice his presence.
Then-
He summoned the vehicle.
A motorcycle appeared.
"...Ducati Diavel?" Morin blurted out.
A blue-and-white Ducati Diavel stood before him.
At first glance, it looked ordinary.
But Morin knew better.
He stepped forward.
Swung a leg over.
Sat down.
[Fingerprint identification successful]
[Iris identification successful]
[Biological data confirmed]
The key slot opened.
A beam of light projected outward.
A holographic interface appeared.
The engine came alive.
A deep vibration.
A mechanical voice followed.
[Welcome.]
[Current form: Ducati Diavel motorcycle]
[Available functions:]
[Extreme Speed]
[Repair] (Memory metal structure; self-repair enabled)
[Transform] (Vehicle form transformation available
- Car: AMG VGT
- Motorcycle: Ducati Diavel
Note: External appearance can mimic any existing car or motorcycle)]
[Energy] (Hybrid system: electric, nuclear, wind, solar
Current energy: 99%)]
"Holy crap."
Morin stroked the motorcycle beneath him.
Couldn't let go.
If having Raven meant having all the women in the world-
Then this meant having all the cars and motorcycles.
And this was only entry-level.
He could already imagine future upgrades.
This was-
Genuinely satisfying.
Even if he wanted to nitpick the system, he couldn't.
And he wasn't about to lie to himself.
Morin twisted the throttle.
The Ducati shot forward like an arrow.
He deliberately lowered his reaction speed.
To make it feel more-
Exciting.
He didn't activate extreme speed.
At over 200 kilometers per hour, he could handle it.
The environment couldn't.
At higher speeds, the wind alone could cause damage.
That was why speedsters in shows always "ran slow."
Not just because of morals.
But because collateral damage would be catastrophic.
As he rode, Morin tested transformation.
Ducati.
Kawasaki H2R.
Instant.
Aside from the color scheme, it felt brand new.
No impact on handling.
Satisfied, Morin rode back to the police station.
Parked.
Walked inside.
"Hey."
A slightly balding officer called out.
"Who are you?"
Morin had already deactivated his mental shield.
No business could be done if no one could see him.
"Me?" Morin pointed at himself.
"Yes. You."
"What are you here for?"
"I'm a new officer," Morin said, pulling out his ID.
"I'm here to register."
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