Drawing Ability Cards

Chapter 2: Card Drawing Ability

Ability cards, can be drawn?

Is this my golden finger as a soul transmigrator…

Lu Ming didn't dwell on it and immediately proceeded to extract the [Basic English Mastery] from the young man.

In reality, it was just a thought. The three-second extraction time ended, and the young man's words by the bed were clearly understood, "Are you really okay? You look terrible. Do you want to go to the military doctor again?"

"Uh, I'm fine. I just woke up," Lu Ming tried to reply. English flowed out as naturally as his mother tongue, complete with a local accent.

"Glad to hear it," the young man breathed a sigh of relief, handing over the cup of water and medicine. He smiled and said, "You should take your medicine first."

Lu Ming nodded, swallowed the pills, and took a few sips of water before exhaling, "Phew, I feel alive. Right, my head is still a bit dizzy. I want to confirm with you, where am I?"

Seeing Lu Ming's serious expression, the young man was stunned for a moment, then quickly chuckled and scolded, "Kyle, you didn't hit your head, did you? This is a U.S. military training base."

"Kyle, military training base?" Lu Ming mused, knowing that the original body's name was Kyle. He tacitly accepted Kyle as his new name.

From this day forward, there would be no more Lu Ming; only a brand new Kyle.

After all, no matter how cruel reality was, life had to go on.

The young man continued, "Yeah, the training base. We just arrived as recruits and have only been training for a day. Maybe the weather was too hot, and you fainted from heatstroke during the high-intensity running training."

Heatstroke, it seems this body's physique isn't very good.

Kyle grumbled inwardly. As if remembering something, he quickly placed his hands on the young man's slender shoulders and anxiously asked, "By the way, I have another question for you: Have you ever heard of the 'Avengers'? This is important, tell me quickly."

Confirming whether this was the Marvel world was the immediate priority.

"Kyle, don't shake me so hard," the young man rolled his eyes. His malnourished, thin body almost felt like it would fall apart.

After Kyle stopped, he caught his breath and replied, "I really don't know who you're talking about. What league? What is that?"

"You don't know…" Kyle frowned, then his eyes widened as if remembering something. "Wait, what time is it? I mean the date."

"Kyle, you didn't actually hit your head, did you?" the young man exclaimed in surprise.

"Tell me quickly."

"It's September 1943."

"1943, it's actually during World War II…" Kyle fell silent. Even in the Marvel world, the Avengers didn't exist during WWII.

Right, there was one more iconic figure.

"One last question." Kyle took a deep breath and asked with nervous anticipation, "Is there anyone named 'Steve' in this training camp?"

"Steve?" The young man's expression became peculiar.

"Yes, Steve Rogers." Kyle quickly confirmed. In the Marvel world during WWII, he was the earliest hero to appear before the Avengers.

Captain America, he should also be Marvel's earliest superhero.

"Kyle, what are you talking about? We don't know that person." The young man blinked. Under Kyle's confused gaze, he pointed to his own nose and smiled, "I am Steve Rogers."

Kyle's eyes widened in shock as he heard this. He looked the young man up and down again.

Compared to a normal young man, his physique was slender and small, with simple blond hair. His face, though seemingly weak, was not without righteousness. Hmm, no wonder he felt a bit familiar. This was Captain America himself before he was injected with the Super Soldier serum!

Since he was here, this was indeed the Marvel world.

Kyle had no mood to pay attention to the real-life idol in front of him. He didn't know if he was happy or scared. He was excited at the thought of interacting with the advanced technology of superheroes who lived in movies. But the powerful villains of the Marvel world gave him a headache.

However, this was Marvel during WWII. Whether he would live to see the 21st century was still uncertain. Worrying about Thanos's snap was too early.

Besides, Captain America himself was right beside him. This could be considered a strong ally, right? (Even a mosquito leg is still a leg.)

Kyle thought about this, and his gaze towards Steve changed, making Steve shiver and subconsciously take half a step back.

"Oh, right," Steve said, as if remembering something important, his voice filled with concern. "Captain Brant asked me to inform you that when you wake up, you should go see him."

"Oh, the officer who trains new recruits?" Kyle nodded. Having watched Captain America 1, he had some impression of the training officer.

He remembered that before Steve became Captain America, he was constantly targeted by the officer and his teammates due to his frail body.

Perhaps it was trouble caused by the original owner of this body. Fainting from heatstroke on the first day of training as a recruit probably gave the officer a very bad impression.

Kyle pondered for a moment and calmly said, "I don't quite remember how to get to the officer's office. Can you take me there?"

"Sure, follow me," Steve nodded.

Steve led Kyle away from the barracks. The two walked along the internal roads of the base.

Outside the door, the sunlight was dazzling. On the training grounds of the vast base, teams of young soldiers, clad only in white undershirts with bare, lean arms, ran under the command of slogans.

"Hey. Look, isn't that Kyle and Steve?"

"Fainted from heatstroke on the first day of training, what a pretty boy."

"One pretty boy, one skinny kid. These two really match."

A group of recruits ran past them, blowing whistles. They were clearly training teammates from the same dormitory.

"Kyle, you don't need to pay attention to them," Steve said, looking back to comfort him. But he saw no trace of indignation on Kyle's face. Instead, there was a faint smile.

Kyle naturally ignored those recruits. For him, who possessed a card-drawing golden finger, only Steve, who would soon become Captain America, was worthy of being his comrade.

On the way to the officer's office, Kyle kept testing his card-drawing ability.

Soon, he came up with a few insights:

First, as long as someone was within three meters of him, he could obtain information about the cards on them.

Currently, the cards were simply divided into item cards and ability cards. Item cards could not be drawn, while ability cards could be freely copied and drawn.

Ability cards, which represented a person's skills and abilities, included common skills like Basic English and Car Driving, which were white cards. Those that reached a certain level of professional mastery, such as English Mastery or Pistol Mastery, became green cards.

"Green ability cards can also be drawn, but it takes longer than white ones..." As Kyle was still figuring out his card-drawing ability, Steve suddenly patted his shoulder and led him towards a room.

"Reporting, Officer! Soldier Steve, I've brought Kyle."

"Uh, Soldier Kyle, reporting for duty!"

Kyle followed Steve, and the two stood at the office doorway, assuming a standard salute posture.

"Come in!" At a stern and composed voice, the two entered the office side-by-side. The interior was simply and neatly arranged in a military style, with a single desk in the center.

A middle-aged man in a military uniform sat in the office chair; he appeared to be Captain Brant. Besides him, a female agent in a military uniform with a short skirt, holding a record document, stood by the desk.

"Soldier, how is your body?" Captain Brant looked coldly at Kyle, who immediately replied, "Reporting, Officer, my body has completely recovered and I can resume training immediately."

"Oh?" Captain Brant frowned and said calmly, "There's no need for training. You can go pack your things. Someone will escort you home tomorrow morning."

Steve's expression changed slightly. These words were undoubtedly a death sentence for Kyle's military career.

The female agent remained silent, her head bowed as she recorded something on the document.

Only Kyle, the person involved, remained calm, as if they weren't talking about him. He calmly said, "Reporting, Officer, I insist on staying and continuing my training as a soldier."

Captain Brant let out a cold snort. "Training? What training? You fainted from heatstroke on the first day. Your willpower is terrible, you're simply disgracing our US military!"

"Tell me, what qualifications and abilities do you have to be a soldier defending our country?" As he spoke, Captain Brant's gaze swept over Steve, clearly including him in his scolding.

Facing the doubt, Kyle took a deep breath, stepped forward, and confidently replied, "Give me a chance, and I will show you my abilities and qualifications, Officer."

With that one step, Kyle entered Captain Brant's three-meter range. Concentrating his will, over thirty cards, varying in color from white to green, appeared in his vision.

"Amazing, as expected of an officer who trains new recruits. There are nine green cards alone!"

[Pistol Mastery], [Rifle Mastery], [Military Auxiliary Equipment Mastery], [Military Boxing and Combat Mastery], [Trainee Soldier Coaching Mastery]...

"You have quite the nerve. Tell me, how do you plan to demonstrate them?" Captain Brant sneered. For someone talented, these words could be understood as confidence, but for someone untalented, they were just arrogance.

What talent could a recruit who fainted from heatstroke just from running on the first day possibly have?

The female agent beside the desk also shook her head inwardly, her impression of Kyle worsening. Although the soldier in front of her ranked in the top three in terms of appearance in the entire training camp, his willpower and self-awareness were inferior even to Steve's.

"If you don't believe me, Officer, how about you compete with me, this soldier?" After seeing Captain Brant's cards, Kyle felt more confident. He calmly said, "If I win, I will continue to stay in the barracks. If I lose, you won't have to bother with expelling me; I'll pack my bags and leave myself."

"Compete? You? You're not going to suggest cards or coin flips, are you?" Captain Brant looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Of course not. I want to compete with you, Captain Brant, in soldierly talents!" Kyle said, taking a deep breath.

"Enough! Soldier, you're going too far!" Captain Brant slammed the table and stood up, saying with some anger, "What right do you have to compete with me? This is an insult to an officer, and I can report you to the military court!"

Kyle knew he had no way back and could only insist, "Of course, I have no intention of insulting you, Officer. I am serious and want to use this opportunity to demonstrate my talents as a soldier."

"You!" Just as Captain Brant was about to say something, the female agent beside him interjected, "Soldier, what do you want to compete with Captain Brant in?"

"Marksmanship. Any kind of gun," Kyle replied confidently.

The female agent stared intently at Kyle, as if trying to find something on his face. Finally, she said, "I think we can give him a chance," and returned to her silence.

"To want to compete with me in marksmanship, are you overconfident or have you given up on yourself?" Captain Brant sneered, then sat back down in his chair. He said, "Then I'll make sure you go home completely convinced. Five o'clock this afternoon, at the shooting range, we'll compete with rifles on the fifty-meter target."

"Okay." Kyle secretly sighed with relief; everything was as he expected. His attention was now focused on the female agent.

Being able to interject during the officer's speech, this female agent seemed to have an unusual background. He wondered if she had any useful ability cards.

Kyle acted on his thoughts. His will immediately focused on the female agent, and the next moment, he was almost dumbfounded.

Over seventy ability cards, far more than the officer's thirty-odd, sprang forth from the female agent. White and green cards intertwined, almost obscuring her mature and graceful figure.

[Psychology Mastery], [Medical Rescue Mastery], [Morse Code Mastery], [Assassination Mastery], [True Rifle Mastery], [Etiquette Mastery]...

There were no less than twenty green ability cards alone!

Moreover, among them was a card that was a deeper shade of green than the ordinary green cards, dazzlingly radiant...

"Since this is the bet, could this agent act as a witness, and preferably have some written proof?" Kyle suggested with a smile. At this moment, he wasn't trying to flirt.

This was because drawing a green ability card took three minutes, and the drawing had to be within one meter to be effective.

However, his confident demeanor made everyone in the office, including Steve, fall silent.

Reading Notice: This book adheres to Marvel's inherent characteristics of superheroes, individualism, technology, and mythology, in a wish-fulfillment style. (That is, some plots are deliberately exaggerated, item attributes are increased, to match the protagonist.)