Luke Fielder

Luke Fielder

New York.

Hebron Technology Building, an empty Conference Room.

A massive Virtual Screen displayed the venue of a press conference before Luke Fielder.

New York.

A hotel.

The crowded masses were kept outside the barricades, while reporters armed with cameras and microphones waited eagerly at the hotel Steps.

"He's here! He's here!"

A sudden clamor rose alongside the roar of a speeding car. When the black business van stopped before the hotel, the reporters gathered at the Steps seemed to receive some unspoken signal. They strode forward, charging ahead with their colleagues and the tools of their trade in hand.

The door opened, and a chubby man with a strained expression, doing his best to look stern and imposing, laboriously shifted himself out of the driver's seat. He then circled around and opened the door for a sharply dressed man.

Wearing black sunglasses, the man paused in front of the car. He curled his lip at the reporters surging toward him, then started toward the hotel entrance under the protection of his chubby bodyguard and the hotel security guards.

"Tony Stark, what do you have to say about Stark Industries' soaring stock price?" That was from the financial press.

"Tony Stark, supermodel Ashira revealed in an interview that she toured New York with you two days ago and returned with you that evening to your Malibu mansion in Los Angeles. Is that true?" That was from the entertainment press.

"..."

Tony Stark adjusted his cufflinks without any intention of answering the barrage of questions around him. Just then, a beautiful female reporter took advantage of her burly colleagues holding back the hotel security guards. Clutching her microphone and wearing four-inch heels, she darted in front of him with unbelievable agility. She thrust out her microphone, walking sideways to keep pace with Tony Stark as she fired off a question at lightning speed.

"Tony Stark, Justin Hammer, the head of Hammer Industries, said that your talent for technological invention is outstanding but not unmatched. Do you agree?"

Tony Stark stopped. With his right index finger, he gently pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, revealing his eyes beneath them. He first gave the reporter's gorgeous face a serious look, then let his gaze travel downward, sweeping over her tall, curvaceous figure wrapped in a tight long dress. He smiled.

"What's your name? Never mind. I can spare some time tonight for an exclusive interview with you. You can contact my secretary and assistant, Pepper... Oh, she isn't with me right now. Contact my bodyguard, Happy Hogun instead. Yes, that chubby, reliable-looking man over there. He'll arrange the time." Tony Stark pointed at Happy Hogun, who was using his weight to shove back the crowd of reporters ahead like a small boat struggling against stormy waves. He spoke in an affected tone as the reporter froze, then broke into delighted joy.

"As for Justin Hammer, I have nothing to say to him. After all, in order to compete with Stark Industries, he's created plenty of 'geniuses' over the years who can supposedly stand shoulder to shoulder with me. He's even personally gone onstage to put on a show. Unfortunately, he's only an arms dealer at best. Stop using those geniuses he propped up to ride my coattails. I know I'm hot stuff. But in this business, being famous won't make his 'products' sell any better."

"What about Hebron Technology?" Seeing that Tony Stark wanted to leave, the reporter immediately seized the opening to press on. "Hebron Technology, founded by Luke Fielder, is hailed as the most promising tech company of the new century. Some even believe that it could rival Stark Industries in the future..."

"That genius kid who, before turning fifteen, independently built a Mechanical Dog from scratch and created a stunning custom program for it as his own fifteenth birthday gift?" Tony Stark lowered his raised foot and looked at the reporter with interest.

The reporter nodded hurriedly.

"To be fair, he's got something, but not much. When I was ten, I could already do what he didn't manage until he was fifteen." After saying that, Tony Stark stepped onto the hotel Steps. He turned back to the reporter, who had once again been blocked by hotel security, and said, "Still, overall, he's far better than the geniuses Justin has created. I suggest Justin work with this genius kid. It might help Hammer Industries' recently sluggish stock surge."

"You're watching that arrogant bastard again?"

A voluptuous blonde knocked before pushing open the door. Seeing the Virtual Screen image vanish before her eyes, she frowned at Tony Stark's highly recognizable face.

"His talent justifies his arrogance." Luke Fielder sat at the conference table, his hands clasped beneath his chin.

Luke Fielder—or rather, Lu Ke—was a textbook transmigrator.

After clearing a Luke raid and flipping his reward cards, everything went black before his eyes. For no apparent reason, he was reborn in this world. He could not say whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that he had not become one of the orphans in the transmigrators' orphanage. Instead, he had both parents and a complete family of elders. His family circumstances were even quite good. His mother was a director of a publicly listed company, while his father was a partner at New York's largest law firm. From the moment he was born, Luke Fielder had lived a far more privileged life than countless transmigrators before him.

Luke Fielder had always been satisfied—until one day, when he saw a certain flamboyant man on television. His mood had not been so pleasant after that.

Stark International.

Osborn Industries.

Hammer Military Industries.

After looking into them more closely, those familiar names of major corporations utterly crushed Luke Fielder's childish heart that had been pretending to be young. If not for his system cheat, which had been counting down toward activation all this time, he would have probably given up on the spot and let everything go to hell. Ever since learning that he was in the Marvel Universe, he had prayed far more devoutly every day for the countdown to speed up.

On his fourteenth birthday, the countdown for his system cheat was finally about to reach zero.

Overflowing with excitement and anticipation, he closed his eyes before the cake and silently counted down along with the ever-decreasing numbers. When the number reached zero, the countdown in his mind disappeared, replaced by a dazzling golden light like the flash after flipping a card.

A golden card appeared, then shattered into countless fragments that merged into Luke Fielder's body. At the same time, he immediately understood exactly what his cheat was.

A Character Card Draw System.

Talent Card: Creator Luke!

Contract signed. Please follow and invest.