That Typhoon Devil was Reze's partner in the original work.
Although it seemed quite weak compared to Denji, if you think about it carefully, the ability to summon typhoons is still very strong, like a weakened version of Storm.
If she could summon it, combined with Reze going all out, even blowing down S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier would be no problem, right?
No... why do I keep thinking about blowing up that Braised Egg... could it be that I really have become a villain?
Then again, Su Modie couldn't afford it at all, so she could only think about it.
Additionally, it's worth mentioning that in the corner of the mall, there was a gray recycle button, and she didn't know what it was for.
Finally, Su Modie clicked on "warehouse."
It was empty inside, with only a "Dismiss avatar" button.
"Phew... maintaining dual-line operations all this time is indeed a bit tiring."
Although Reze, as a Weapon Human, had plenty of stamina, Su Modie's mental Strength was limited.
"Come back."
Su Modie thought to herself.
The purple-haired girl in front of her blinked at her, then turned into countless deep purple light spots and merged into the space between Su Modie's eyebrows.
"Ugh!"
The moment the avatar was dismissed, a strong sense of dizziness hit her.
Su Modie groaned, clutching her head as her body swayed, and she slumped onto the dusty concrete floor.
That feeling was like an ace pilot suddenly landing after flying a fighter jet.
The huge sense of contrast made her feel a wave of emptiness and weakness.
She opened the panel again to check the attributes of "main body: Su Modie."
"Intelligence: 3 (Possesses the perspective of a transmigrator and a rich reserve of Marvel knowledge)"
"Strength: 1 (Long-term malnutrition, weakling)"
"Speed: 1 (Out of breath after a few steps)"
"Endurance: 1 (Delicate body, easy to push over)"
"Energy Projection: 0 (None)"
"..."
Looking at this miserable panel, the corners of Su Modie's mouth twitched.
Even among ordinary people in Hells Kitchen, this was at the bottom of the barrel.
But the good news was that the "mall" and "simulation value" were universal.
She could completely use the simulation values earned by Reze to buy items in the mall to strengthen her main body.
"Gurgle..."
An embarrassing sound came from her stomach.
Su Modie touched her empty stomach.
Having been carried around by Reze for a long time and then throwing up a bunch of stomach acid, she was now so hungry her stomach was sticking to her back.
Hunger and cold reclaimed the high ground.
"No money..."
Su Modie sighed and pulled a few crumpled bills out of her pocket.
This was her entire net worth, and she couldn't even afford a hot dog.
"Possessing the power to destroy a block yet unable to afford a meal; clearly a transmigrator, so why am I so miserable..."
Just then, a huge outdoor electronic billboard not far away suddenly lit up.
Su Modie looked up subconsciously.
On the screen, a news segment was being replayed.
It was a grand hearing scene.
A man with a sexy mustache wearing an expensive suit was facing a room full of congressmen and reporters, opening his arms with that signature, arrogant, punchable smile on his face:
"The truth is... I am Iron Man."
In the footage, flashbulbs flickered crazily, and every pore of that man exuded the scent of money and narcissism.
Truly punchable (due to copyright issues, real-life images cannot be used)
"Iron Man is one of the top diamond bachelors in the Marvel Universe..."
Looking at the glamorous Tony Stark on the screen, Su Modie's eyes, which were originally somewhat vacant due to hunger, suddenly changed.
Greed... and not only that, the part of Reze's logic in her mind surged uncontrollably.
That was the instinctive "scrutiny" of a Soviet Union Agent toward capitalists, and... the urge to see a grand firework display.
A very bold plan quickly took shape in Su Modie's mind.
Work? It's impossible to work in this life.
Since she had become a villainess, she had to act like one.
Iron Old Geezer, it's time to cough up some coins!
"Gurgle..."
Despite Su Modie's grand ambitions, the reality was that she was now not only penniless but also exhausted.
It was late at night.
This long-term malnourished body, after experiencing the high-intensity mental load just now, had every cell screaming for rest.
Dragging her heavy steps, Su Modie still returned to her so-called "home."
This was an old apartment deep in Hells Kitchen; the voice-activated lights in the hallway had long been broken, and the air was filled with the sour stench of someone's vomit.
Su Modie stepped over the trash in the hallway and stood before that mottled security door.
She took the key out of her pocket, but her hand stopped in mid-air just as she was about to insert it into the keyhole.
Behind the door, there were no voices, no sound of a TV.
No one waiting for her.
Behind the door was only endless darkness and cold.
This sense of loneliness felt particularly piercing in the dead of night after the adrenaline had receded.
Eighteen years after transmigrating, no matter how much grievance she suffered outside, opening the door only ever yielded the air's response.
Su Modie lowered her eyes, her hand holding the key trembling slightly.
"Phew..." She was silent in front of the door for a moment, her thoughts shifting slightly.
Suddenly.
"Click."
The originally locked security door was opened from the inside.
The dim hallway light shone in.
That girl with short purple hair and a black choker around her neck was standing in the entryway.
Whoa!
She was wearing that simple white sleeveless tank top, her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly.
Those emerald green eyes curved into beautiful crescents in the darkness.
She tilted her head, looking at the exhausted Su Modie outside the door, with a faint blush on her cheeks, her voice soft and sweet: "Welcome home, Modie-chan."
Su Modie watched this scene.
The corners of her tightly pursed mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing a somewhat self-deprecating yet warm smile.
Clearly, the girl in front of her was also herself, or rather, another Su Modie formed by the fusion of Su Modie and Reze's remnant soul.
Clearly, this "welcome back" was actually said by herself.
This act of welcoming herself home carried a pathetic sense of self-deception.
But at this moment, looking at the other "self" inside the house.
Su Modie still felt a corner of her empty heart being filled.
"Yeah." Su Modie stepped into the room, brushing past Reze who was standing in the entryway.
That fair arm lightly brushed against her sleeve, bringing a trace of warmth from another body.
"I'm back."
She closed the door behind her, isolating the cruel World outside.
In this peril-filled Marvel Universe, at least from now on, she was no longer alone.
Even if it was another version of herself.
However, looking at this narrow room with peeling paint, the light in Su Modie's eyes became even firmer.
She didn't want to live like this for another day.
Get money.
Must get money.
As long as she had money and villainess value, she could move out of this hellhole and truly take control of her own destiny.
That night, with the silent protection of her other self, Su Modie slept exceptionally soundly on the dilapidated wooden bed.