Manhattan, the economic center of New York, is home to the world-famous Times Square and Wall Street, which dictates global financial trends. Numerous large and small companies are headquartered here, including the Gucci Crime Family.
Ma Gucci, the current head of the Gucci Crime Family, was sitting in her office, ready for a big deal. This deal promised an annual income exceeding a hundred million dollars.
Deacon Frost, a rising leader within the Vampire Empire, differed from the old guard. He believed vampires were superior beings meant to rule over humans, rejecting the peace treaties with the human government made by the older generation.
On September 12, the Vampire Carnival was set to take place, and Deacon Frost planned to host a grand event to gather more followers. Today, he was meeting with a well-known New York crime boss to discuss a long-term human supply deal.
Ma Gucci smiled at Deacon Frost and his two followers as they entered. “Please, have a seat.”
“Let’s get straight to the point. I need young women and children, as many as possible. I’ll pay you triple the market price,” Deacon Frost said disdainfully. He had no respect for these so-called crime families and believed all humans should serve him.
Ma Gucci had already heard about Deacon Frost before their meeting. Vampires, like mutants, were not uncommon. Human trafficking had always been a part of the Gucci Crime Family’s business.
“Large numbers of young women and children are difficult to procure. You know, massive disappearances attract a lot of attention,” Ma Gucci said, spreading her hands to show the complexity of the task.
“Five times the price. I need at least twenty thousand by September 12,” Deacon Frost knew the greed of humans well. For the right price, parents would even sell their children. This was the inherent vice of lower beings; the superior bloodline was destined to rule them.
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Yasuo was awakened by a phone call in the early morning. Rubbing his eyes, he answered, “Hello, who is this?”
“Hope I didn’t disturb your rest. This is Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. We met yesterday. I need to ask you a few more questions,” Coulson’s voice came from the other end.
“Do you guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. always start work this early? Go ahead,” Yasuo said, noting how early they were.
“I wanted to ask if your abilities can be learned by others?” Coulson felt awkward asking this, as it seemed like prying into Yasuo’s powers.
“Of course,” Yasuo replied confidently.
“I mean, can ordinary people learn it? Is it accessible to everyone?” Coulson’s voice raised with excitement. Was Director Fury’s concern coming true?
“Yes, everyone can learn it. But whether they can master it is another matter. It’s like learning math or physics; many people lack the talent. The results vary greatly among individuals.”
Talent? That made sense. If everyone could learn such power, the world would be in chaos. S.H.I.E.L.D. would have discovered many more like Yasuo by now. The term ‘master swordsman’ also had an Eastern connotation.
“What kind of talent is needed to become a master swordsman like you? Is there a specific selection process?” Coulson wondered if S.H.I.E.L.D. could identify and train individuals with the necessary talent, adding significant strength to their ranks.
“I don’t know about talent, but I can tell you the training method. An old beggar taught me. Every day, do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10 km. The most important thing is to train your willpower. No matter the season, don’t use air conditioning. Keep at it, and you’ll become a master swordsman like me,” Yasuo said, reciting the training regimen of the famous bald hero from his previous life, Saitama. If anyone actually trained until they went bald, S.H.I.E.L.D. could enjoy their own version of Saitama.
Coulson found it hard to believe Yasuo’s words but knew verifying them wouldn’t be difficult.
Yasuo wasn’t worried about S.H.I.E.L.D. investigating. After realizing he was in the Marvel universe and without the system activated, he had followed Saitama’s training regimen for two years while in the orphanage. Despite not going bald or becoming stronger, the entire orphanage could testify to his training method. If S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn’t replicate his success, it would just mean they lacked talent.
“Thank you for your cooperation. Starting next month, you can collect about a thousand dollars in living expenses from the local welfare office on the 2nd of each month. I hope this helps improve your living conditions.”
After hanging up, Coulson began verifying Yasuo’s claims. If Yasuo truly adhered to such a regimen, Coulson would report it to Director Nick Fury, despite its implausibility.
Another person took an interest in Yasuo: Alexander Pierce, Hydra’s top infiltrator within S.H.I.E.L.D. Although Nick Fury was the director, over sixty percent of S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel were Pierce’s people. Hydra had been infiltrating since S.H.I.E.L.D.’s inception, and only their low-key approach had kept Fury in power.
Yasuo, an orphan with extraordinary abilities comparable to mutants, caught Pierce’s attention. With control over the Winter Soldier, Pierce understood the benefits of a super-soldier. If he could brainwash Yasuo…
After the call, Yasuo reflected on his situation. As a system-equipped transmigrator in Marvel, he was now living off welfare. While he couldn’t match the Hulk, he should have no rivals at this stage. What happened to his American dream and plans to stand at the pinnacle of life?
Ten days of instant noodles convinced Yasuo to improve his meals, especially since he now had an extra thousand dollars each month. He felt a bit excited about it.
As Yasuo left, he heard smashing sounds and Hathaway’s screams next door. Three gang members had pushed her out of her room.
“I’ll pay you! If you come into my house again, I’ll call the police!” Hathaway screamed desperately.
Manhattan, Eighth Avenue, was now under the Gucci Crime Family’s control. But Yasuo was unaffected, focused on how to survive in this dangerous world.
Yasuo knew he relied on his system to grow stronger. He spent time researching it, trying to communicate with it. Since activating the system on his sixteenth birthday, it had been silent, lacking AI or mission features. The only change was a steady increase in gold coins—one coin per hour.
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