This Isn't an Urban Novel??

The Big Apple, Hell's Kitchen.

Under the cover of night, in certain forgotten corners of the city, filthy crimes were being plotted, ready to stir.

"Ma'am, please don't panic. I just want to buy you a drink."

If the speaker hadn't been holding a gun, and if the dark alley had been replaced with a bar, everything would have seemed perfectly normal.

"Charles, look, you've scared the lady." The other member of the pair spoke up. "Step aside and let me be more direct! Hahaha!"

Susan felt like she really had the worst luck.

Work hadn't gone well today, and she'd been scolded by her boss. After getting off work, she'd even argued with her boyfriend, and the two had parted on bad terms.

She'd wanted to go to a bar to relax, but she'd run into two clingy pests instead.

After refusing the disgusting invitation from the two ugly men to "go play some interesting games together," Susan stormed out of the bar.

While cursing her boss in her heart and worrying about next month's rent, Susan walked on, then suddenly felt that something was... off.

When she turned around, the two sleazy men were following not far behind her. Seeing her look back, they even gave her disgusting smiles.

Living in Hell's Kitchen, Susan had long been prepared for this sort of thing and immediately started running.

Unfortunately, high heels really weren't suitable for running for one's life. She hadn't gone far before she was cornered here.

"Listen to me!"

Susan was still trying to save herself.

"You don't have to do this..."

The more Susan spoke, the more desperate she became, because the two men showed no signs of backing down or regretting anything. Instead, they closed in on her step by step with disgusting smiles.

This is bad...

They're repeat offenders...

Should I gamble?

Gamble that they don't want to kill anyone!

Or...

As she struggled internally, Susan inadvertently noticed that there seemed to be someone on the rooftop!

"Help!"

Like a drowning person spotting a straw, Susan raised her head and shouted at that person, "Save me!"

The two men turned around and saw something they couldn't believe.

That person actually floated down from the rooftop to the ground!

Seeing something like that in the middle of the night would scare anyone! So the man with the gun immediately emptied a magazine at him.

The facts proved that no matter how skilled someone was, they still feared a kitchen knife.

Not to mention a gun.

Amid the woman's screams and the roar of gunfire, the person who had floated down from the rooftop fell at the sound.

The two men breathed a sigh of relief.

He was probably some idiot who'd read too many comics and come out to live out his hero dream.

Fuck! He'd scared the shit out of them!

Neither of them cared that they might have just killed someone.

This was Hell's Kitchen! Dead people?

Nothing unusual about that.

Susan despaired.

Seeing how practiced these two were, she no longer held any hope of making it home alive today.

"Ow..."

From where that dead man had fallen...

"Young man, you have no martial virtue!"

"You launched a sneak attack, you can't afford to lose! You've got no skill, you~"

Under the terrified gazes of the two men and one woman, the "dead man" stood back up!

Li Ang felt that he'd already been extremely cautious. He'd even held himself back from eating popcorn for a full half minute! Why wouldn't these people even let him lurk and watch?

Li Ang had wanted to carefully observe and study the many manifestations of evil.

Originally, things could have been much simpler. Just like the previous few times.

He would appear at the last moment, take down the villains, then give the victim two hard slaps to make them remember not to run into pitch-black alleys so casually in the future, and not to casually trust someone claiming to be a good person.

Unfortunately, not every victim had a brain.

Still, he could understand.

Just like how drowning people grabbed onto anything they could reach, in that kind of situation, survival was merely an instinctive thought.

"What a waste of my 2,000-yuan trench coat..."

[Invincible Person's Chain Black Trench Coat]

[Grade: Green]

[Quality: Fine]

[Effect: Physical Defense +15]

[Effect 2: Spotless]

[Note: Yakama style!]

[Note 2: Please pair with 2,000-yuan pants]

That's right, Li Ang wasn't just a transmigrator. He also had a cheat.

When he'd first transmigrated here, Li Ang had thought he was about to begin a career as a literary plagiarist and become a happy entertainment mogul.

But when his system arrived, Li Ang realized something was wrong.

[God of Man System]

That was the name of Li Ang's system.

As a certain philosopher had said: First of all, this nail clearly didn't look like bread.

This system also clearly didn't look like the kind of system an urban novel protagonist would have!

Out of his habitual caution, he went to investigate the environment he was in.

Li Ang had always believed himself to be a cautious person!

So, ten hours after transmigrating, cautious Li Ang was speechless.

He'd actually come to the world of Marvel!

Fuck!

Never mind whether he could plagiarize literature or not, this place made it really easy to die from some unexplained AOE!

As everyone knew, Marvel was a world at nuclear peace. It was just that every now and then—meaning every day—villains blew up a building, heroes blew up a building, aliens blew up a building, and so on.

It was so safe... my ass!!!

This place was only suitable for villains!!!

Although it was quite suitable for being a villain, after more than twenty years of his previous life, Li Ang felt that he should probably, maybe, still count as a good person... right?

What else could he do? He couldn't go back!

What was that phrase again? Since he was already here~

Fortunately, he still had a cheat!

That was Li Ang's only hope.

[God of Man System]! What came to mind when you saw those words?

Of course, Superman from next door!

Li Ang had thought so too. Then he'd eagerly activated the system, and then... there was no then.

[God of Man System]

Host's Current Four Attributes

Strength: 13 (20)

Agility: 14 (20)

Vitality: 12 (20)

Intelligence: 15 (20)

HP: 120 points (Vitality * 10)

Physical Defense: 5

Magic Defense: 1

Host Level: 1

Experience: 0/100

Remaining Distributable Points: 5 (Gain 5 points per level)

Purification Points: 0 (Obtained by purifying crime; can be used for draws)

Equipment: None

Skills: None

Remaining Draws: 10 (Initial binding gift)

(90% white items, 10% green items)

(Item grades are white, green, blue, purple, and gold.)

(Item qualities are: shabby, ordinary, fine, perfect.)

That was it.

That was it?

That was it!

Where was the promised Kryptonian Bloodline?!!

A Titan Bloodline would have been fine too!

Trash system!

Though his mouth called it trash, his body was honest.

Li Ang obediently distributed his points: two into Agility, two into Vitality, and one into Strength.

Strength 14, Agility 16, Vitality 14, while Intelligence remained 15.

Then, draws!

A ten-pull!

Carrying a pile of junk he'd drawn, Li Ang began his journey of crime... ending crime.

Ninety percent white, ten percent green! It would have been strange if he drew anything good!

But Li Ang really had drawn a few useful things.

Aside from this black trench coat with a huge iron chain around the collar, what had allowed him to float down earlier was a skill.

[Sky Dance Technique]

[Effect: Allows a person to float in the air and fly at a certain speed]

[Skill Level: 1]

[Note: Newton was kicked out of the group chat for speaking too aggressively.]

Besides that, he'd also drawn a bunch of random things.

[Tom's Flying Elytra]

Effect: Allows the user to glide for a certain distance

Grade: White

Quality: Shabby

Note: Catch that bird!

Note 2: Watch out for trees!

[Queen's Cigar]

Effect: Reduces the user's sense of pain

Grade: White

Quality: Perfect

Note: Slowly ascend to heaven, dazed as an immortal. Heh~ Drinking, perming, smoking!

[The Original's Suit]

Effect: Physical Defense: 2

Effect 2: Mental Intimidation: 1

Grade: White

Quality: Shabby

Note: Don't ask. It's all about nostalgia!

Note 2: Have you seen the light?

Of course Li Ang wouldn't use things like those. That Mental Intimidation stat looked very suspicious!

The truly useful things had been equipped long ago.

For example, his mask.

[Rorschach's Inkblot Mask]

Effect: Physical Defense +5, Magic Defense +5

Effect 2: Anyone who faced the mask would see their own heart.

Grade: Green

Quality: Fine

Remark: Tell me, what did you see?

Remark 2: Remember, you're the ones trapped in here with me!

Li Ang brushed off dust that wasn't there, shoved his hands into his pockets, and tilted his head up slightly, revealing a mask with eerie inkblots writhing across its surface.

"Then, tell me:

What did you see?!"

(P.S.: This book's protagonist wasn't a good person, nor did he have any no-killing principle. He was the type to actively cause trouble for others. Also, the protagonist was a mentally ill chatterbox, and he might very well form a chatterbox supergroup with several other trash-talkers from Marvel. If that isn't to your taste, then never mind. My apologies.)