Another night spent in a S.H.I.E.L.D. hospital bed, Shang-Chi drifted into sleep filled with fear and confusion. He had thought that in tonight's dream, he would still dream of that distant hometown.
But through the haze, he heard someone calling his name.
"Shang-Chi! Shang-Chi! Get out here, Shang-Chi! The school bus is about to leave!"
Although the other person was not speaking Chinese—or rather, any language of this world, but something more like a thought—Shang-Chi was still awakened by memories of rushing to catch the school bus in high school in his previous life.
He snapped awake and instinctively shouted, "Wait, don't go yet! Let me grab a bun!"
But the next second, he froze. The chaotic memories in his mind reminded him that he was no longer in his original world.
Thinking of his mother, who had gotten up an hour early every day to make breakfast so he could catch the school bus on time in high school, Shang-Chi felt an indescribable sadness again.
Even if they were separated by only a city or a province, those away from home would miss it. Let alone when they were separated by an entire world.
Even wanderers had holidays when they could return home and see their families again. But Shang-Chi knew that even in novels, there were few cases of transmigrators returning home.
If the Marvel Universe had countless parallel universes, then other worlds surely did as well. How could he find the one that held his mother amid the vast sea of worlds?
Just as Shang-Chi grew sadder and sadder, he heard that steady, gentle female voice call his name again. "Shang-Chi... Shang-Chi! Where did that boy named Shang-Chi go? Hey, you—the crewman from the Underworld. Come take a look. Did I pronounce it wrong?"
Shang-Chi heard the