Xiao Han hovered high above, gazing down at the Hydra base.
With his current strength, a single breath could level the entire facility.
But suddenly, an idea struck him. He descended, heading straight for the control room.
Inside, he located the database for the "Serum Project."
A quick scan revealed that he had been randomly selected. Hydra had discovered his body at the accident site, but for some reason, life signs were still detectable. So they brought him back as a test subject.
"So… I was just unlucky? A car accident tossed me into the Marvel world?" Xiao Han frowned.
[Ding! Host question detected. Additional explanation: The host was not chosen by chance. The system detected a temporal-spatial anomaly in this universe. At the host's death point, quantum fluctuations occurred…]
Xiao Han shook his head. "Speak human."
[Simply put, host, you should have died, but the universe glitched.]
Xiao Han couldn't help laughing. "So I'm basically a bug now?"
He closed the database and took to the skies once more.
Sunlight bathed him, the blue lab suit flapping in the wind.
Suddenly, he realized he now possessed the power to change the world.
"Since I've been given a second chance at life…" He gazed toward distant New York.
"Superman?"
"No! I'll do whatever I want!" Xiao Han lifted his head, eyes blazing with determination.
Before leaving, he unleashed a single heat vision blast, reducing the Hydra base to rubble.
Breaking the sound barrier, he left a circle of white shockwaves in the sky and vanished over the horizon.
Above New York, a lone figure silently streaked through the clouds.
Xiao Han landed atop an abandoned factory in Queens. The cold wind whipped against his thin Hydra lab suit.
He rubbed his temples. His super hearing unfolded like an invisible radar net, instantly sweeping in the soundscape of the entire city.
"…The gold shipment arrives at the dock tonight…"
"…This batch is 92% pure, deal at the usual place…"
"…Black Mask's deal tonight…"
Countless criminal conversations filtered through his mind.
Three minutes later, he locked onto a suitable target.
A strip club in Brooklyn called Red Snapper, with a hidden basement storing nearly three months' worth of illicit earnings for the Irish mob.
Xiao Han glanced at a passerby's watch.
0:17 AM. New York time. Perfect timing.
A faint smile flickered across his face. In an instant, he vanished.
In the alley behind the club, two bodyguards smoked idly.
"Did you hear Devil got his hands on a Stark Industries weapons prototype?"
"Shh! Don't mention it. That shipment's locked in the vault…"
Before the words left his mouth, a slight breeze passed.
Guard A suddenly felt his neck chill. His vision went black, and he collapsed, never to wake.
Guard B reached for his waist—and froze. An Asian youth stood before him, eyes glowing red with an eerie light.
"Shut up if you want to live," the youth said, his voice carrying a strange resonance.
Guard B's pupils dilated. "O-okay."
Xiao Han nodded approvingly, a swift hand strike sending him to meet his maker.
Super speed made him a ghost through the layers of security. Every surveillance camera he passed inexplicably failed.
Before the underground vault, Xiao Han's X-ray vision revealed the internal structure of the thirty-centimeter-thick alloy door.
Focusing his gaze, his heat vision precisely melted twelve locking bolts without triggering any alarms.
Inside the vault, he raised an eyebrow. Among piles of cash, three metal cases bore the Stark Industries logo.
He casually opened one. Inside sat a prototype of some weapon.
He snapped a photo with the phone he had taken from the unconscious guard.
Then he discarded the ugly lab coat and stored everything in system space.
Enough to last him a while.
As a superhuman, he had nothing to fear from pursuit, but trouble could still be tedious. He wasn't a death god—just taking people out for sport would make him one.
Besides, this low-level money-making method? Only a one-time thing.
Just as he was about to leave, his super hearing picked up an unfamiliar electronic sound upstairs.
Squinting, he saw through walls with X-ray vision: on the third floor VIP room, Black Widow interrogated the club owner.
"Where's your smuggling chain?" Natasha's voice was icy.
"I swear to God, I don't know! We only do normal human trafficking," the owner stammered.
Xiao Han shook his head. No need to meddle.
He left silently, not disturbing a single cloud.
5 AM, Midtown Manhattan.
A real estate agent, still half-asleep, opened the door to see a well-dressed Asian youth standing there.
"I want to rent this place," the youth said, handing over a stack of cash. "Now."
The agent blinked. The stack covered exactly six months' rent, $96,000. He was instantly wide awake. "You don't want to see the apartment first?"
"No need." The youth smiled, a flicker of blue light glinting in his eyes.
Two hours later, Xiao Han soaked in a massage bathtub in his new apartment. Three freshly purchased laptops floated before him.
His superbrain absorbed information at a terrifying pace.
"Iron Man just revealed his identity… Captain America isn't unfrozen yet… Spider-Man saved someone again…"
He muttered to himself while typing lines of code.
Ten minutes later, he created a flawless new identity:
Xiao Han, Chinese-American, orphan, MIT dropout, freelance programmer.
No way—getting a Chinese ID in any world was a headache.
With Superman's power, he now had three choices:
Wear his underwear on the outside and go to the White House to make the president go farm his own land.
Nope. Too much hassle.
Fly straight into the sun for a decade or two, waiting for Thanos to slap him into oblivion.
Not started enjoying life yet—pass.
Behave like a superhero and earn a "good guy" card.
He considered it, then shook his head. Nope.
He wasn't Clark Kent—he didn't have that kind of morality.
Unless he got a sudden whim, he would never do such a thing.
His only choice: do whatever he wanted.
Xiao Han didn't dwell. He went to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing over New York.
Sunlight highlighted his sharp features, revealing eyes deep as the void.
"First, I'll get familiar with this world," he whispered. "Then…"
His super vision penetrated multiple blocks, spotting a red-haired female reporter in the Daily Bugle writing an article about Iron Man.
Elsewhere, Nick Fury stared at energy readings on a screen.
At the top of the Oscorp Tower, Green Goblin studied something.
Xiao Han smiled. In this perilous Marvel universe, he neither wished to be a hero nor a villain.
But one thing was clear: when he was ready, the entire world would witness a god.
For now? For now, he needed a coffee… and a more detailed read on this world.