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New York, 2012.
More than two months had passed since the world-shaking Battle of New York.
Within five blocks of Stark Tower, construction crews were still clearing away the collapsed ruins.
A Chevrolet police car sat parked by the roadside. Inside, George Stacy glanced at the ticking hands of his watch.
He swore to God that if he ever got a second chance at life, he would never, ever partner with that scoundrel, Lynn Hall.
Just as George's patience was about to reach its limit, a tall young man in a black trench coat—looking every bit like the lead actor from some TV drama—strode over.
He held a coffee in his left hand and an egg tart in his right, smoothly opening the car door before slipping into the passenger seat.
"Good morning, George."
Lynn Hall greeted him casually, handing over the coffee. "Why so serious this early in the morning? Here, have some caffeine to wash away that cranky mood."
George Stacy looked at the offered cup, exhaled sharply, and said, "First of all, Mr. Lynn Hall, you need to work on your sense of time."
He took a sip of the coffee, then added flatly, "Second, your request for a new police car has been approved."
"Third, I'm your damn superior, not your personal driver! You cannot 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 the other officers had witnessed George Stacy's rare profanity, they would have been shocked.
Lynn Hall, however, only shrugged. He offered the egg tart in his hand. "Want a bite? That Brazilian last night not only had a killer body, her cooking was decent too."
"She insisted on making me egg tarts this morning, otherwise I would never have been late."
He smiled at George with an expression that said, Believe me.
George inhaled slowly, then started the car. Forget it, he thought. What could he do about the partner he had chosen?
"Oh, by the way, I heard Gwen is applying to Empire State University. Want me to write a recommendation for her?" Lynn continued. "You know I graduated from there. With my letter, Gwen—"
Screech!
Tires screamed as George's patrol car came to an abrupt halt. He turned, eyes narrowed, and fixed Lynn with a deadly serious stare. "Damn it, stay away from my daughter."
"Even if we are partners, I will make you understand exactly what it means to face a furious father."
George Stacy knew all too well how dangerously charming the scoundrel sitting beside him could be.
Damn it, even the deputy mayor's daughter, who'd come to the precinct for a cushy internship, hadn't escaped his clutches.
The last thing he wanted was to see his precious daughter caught in Lynn Hall's web of flirtation.
"Alright, alright, no more talk about Gwen!"
Lynn chewed on his egg tart and raised both hands in mock surrender. "Relax, I'm not interested in a seventeen-year-old girl who's five years younger than me anyway."
"Hmph."
With a disdainful snort, George turned on the radio and resumed driving toward the NYPD station.
"Good morning, New York, I'm your host, Ginny. The Battle of New York may have ended more than two months ago, but global discussions about aliens haven't slowed down."
"Still, what people are most curious about are the members of the Avengers—especially the legendary hero Steve Rogers, who truly lives up to his name. And yes, the debate over whether he's still a virgin remains one of the hottest topics..."
As the gossip show played through the speakers, Lynn Hall munched on his egg tart and watched the city pass by outside the window.
His thoughts drifted.
Lynn Hall had a secret...
He was a transmigrator.
At sixteen, he had uncovered the mystery of his existence and realized that he'd been reborn into the world of none other than the Marvel universe.
There was no need to describe how dangerous this world was—the mere fact that there were no mutants in this universe was already a blessing.
At eighteen, Lynn enrolled at New York State University. His original plan was simple: become a lawyer.
A stable income, social status, and an easy life—that was the dream.
But fate had other plans.
Sometime later, he awakened his golden finger: [Grace of Death].
This mysterious system allowed him to grow stronger by helping the spirits of those who had died unjustly fulfill their lingering obsessions, in turn absorbing the death energy from their souls.
Of course, not every spirit qualified. They were categorized by strength and intensity of will.
Only those with particularly strong obsessions could make a deal with him.
Lynn soon discovered that most of these spirits shared the same obsession—vengeance against their murderers.
Well, that fit perfectly with life in free America, where gunfights were practically a daily event.
After all, more Americans died each year from homicide and shootings than from natural causes.
So, after graduation, Lynn joined the NYPD.
Following the standard rounds of training, evaluations, and tests, he officially became an officer.
Later, after solving several tough cases by following the guidance of vengeful spirits, he caught the attention of Captain George Stacy from the Criminal Investigation Department—who personally transferred him under his command.
Now, Lynn Hall worked as a detective in the Criminal Investigation Division, with Captain George Stacy as his immediate superior.
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[Name: Lynn Hall]
[Age: Twenty-two]
[Identity: Harbinger of Death (Inactive)]
[Supernatural Abilities: Peak Human Physical Prowess (twice that of an ordinary person), Secret Potion Creation (LV1), Phantom Spirit (LV1), Super Senses (LV1), Bone Shield (LV1), Undying Body]
Ability Description:
[Secret Potion — knowledge recorded by a dark warlock who once stole Mephisto's notes, containing countless alchemical formulas and secret potion recipes. The higher the level of Secret Potion Creation, the more powerful the unlocked formulas.]
[Phantom Spirit — Eyes emit energy invisible to ordinary people, temporarily affecting their minds. Allows communication or summoning of spirits. As the level increases, the ability can summon numerous deceased spirits or control corpses to fight.]
[Bone Shield — When attacked, automatically generates a palm-sized bone shield to block incoming strikes. Higher levels increase shield size and durability.]
[Undying Body — You will feel pain and bleed when injured, but you will not die. It's advised not to let others witness your body regenerating from dismemberment or ashes—such scenes may cause... social complications.]
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Lynn Hall casually waved away the transparent panel floating before him.
Since joining the Criminal Investigation Division, he hadn't encountered a single qualified spirit for nearly two months.
If this kept up, how was he supposed to absorb death energy and strengthen his abilities?
"What are you thinking about?"
George Stacy, still focused on driving, noticed Lynn staring blankly out the window and asked casually.
"I'm just wondering why no one's died yet."
At that, George's foot nearly slammed on the brakes.
Seriously? You love your job that much?
A few quiet days without a homicide and you're already getting restless?
They hadn't even reached the station, and this guy was already hoping for a murder case.
"One of these days, I'm transferring you to patrol duty!"
George shot Lynn a glare and issued the threat in a tone that left no room for argument.