Multiverse-Level Super Evil Supervillain System

Jack Wilson was a handsome white man, six feet tall and weighing 154 pounds.

A Level Six Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he was in charge of the Manhattan region of New York City.

On the surface, he had a mysterious yet respectable job. In reality, he was a transmigrator-and a minor Hydra leader.

The former was more important than the latter.

The latter was more likely to get him killed than the former.

But the truly lethal thing was the system that had just landed in Jack's hands, still fresh and piping hot.

Multiverse-Level Super Evil Supervillain System

Also known as: All you superheroes, please form a party and raid me, your epic dungeon...

The system's function was simple: Jack could focus on doing bad things, collect evil points, and eventually unlock the supervillain upgrade package it provided.

Once his evil points were maxed out, Jack could become the man who did whatever he pleased.

Of course, if Jack did good deeds, evil points would be deducted. They could even drop into the negatives, bringing extremely serious adverse effects.

Positive or negative, the tally was accurate to two decimal places, ensuring that not a single scrap of evil went to waste.

It even offered monthly calculations, preventing him from accidentally doing a good deed, suffering a sudden plunge in strength, and giving someone the chance to kill him.

Pretty awesome, right?

Jack thought it was pretty awesome too. With his heart racing and his hands trembling, he had nearly reached into his own brain and strangled the system.

Three years!

It had taken him three whole years to go from a Level Two Agent to a Level Six Agent. Behind that promotion speed, faster than any other agent's, lay the price he had paid: an ordinary man from another world had become a butcher with blood all over his hands!

He had gone from a good man to a bad one!

And now he had to become even worse!

Would Jack refuse?

He would not. He had experienced firsthand just how much darkness lurked beneath the glamorous surface of this grand era, and how many people's bones lay buried there.

He did not want to become another skeleton on that mountain of bones. He wanted to stand alive on the stage of this grand era.

"Ah, whatever else you might say, the system's finally here..."

Jack let out a long sigh, then opened the system interface.

After a quick scan, he decided the system was pretty solid and extremely friendly to anyone who struggled with choices. He could even call its service thoughtful.

After doing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s dirty work for three years, Jack currently had five hundred thousand evil points. That amount put Xu Dong squarely in the Minor Infamy stage, leaving him roughly five hundred thousand short of the next rank, Regional Villain.

The system had also unlocked four skills for Jack: Evil Gaze (active skill, no cooldown), Evil Sneer (active skill, no cooldown), Hundred-Meter Blink (cooldown: 30 seconds), and One-Ton Arm Strength (passive skill).

Jack said, "System, can I swap packages...? This stuff seriously cramps my style... I want glowing red eyes..."

Taking a small mirror from his drawer, Jack gave his reflection a sidelong look. That utterly evil gaze startled even him.

Jack had only ever seen a gaze that powerful when his boss, Director Fury, had once lost his temper.

Now he had that same intensely intimidating gaze himself.

It filled Jack with anticipation for the skills he had yet to unlock.

"Looks like I need to go do some dirty work, or something bad. I'll stockpile evil points as soon as possible and kill Thanos before he gets his hands on the Infinity Gauntlet!"

"Then, with the evil system and the Infinity Gauntlet, I'll be the fucking Marvel Homelander!"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want!"

"Nobody's going to stop me!"

Action beat wishful thinking. Having decided to gather evil points quickly, Jack already had several plans in mind and had no intention of staying in his office.

But just as he stood up, his deputy, Marian, pushed the door open and walked in. The curvy blonde agent said, "Jack, Colonel Ross from the Department of Defense is planning to capture Doctor Banner near Central Park in the Manhattan District."

"You only transferred to a desk job this month and became S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Manhattan District chief, so you have to come to Central Park with me now."

"Banner..." Jack muttered, then nodded, his eyes lighting up.

Who didn't know that Hulk, Banner's transformed self, was the most famous demolition crew in all of Marvel? Wherever Hulk went, real estate business followed!

Now that Colonel Ross from the Department of Defense was trying to capture Doctor Banner, all Jack had to do was get in the colonel's way and let Hulk demolish a few more buildings in the Manhattan District.

I really am a cunning villain through and through!

Delighted, Jack picked up his suit jacket and prepared to put it on. But his suddenly acquired One-Ton Arm Strength tore it apart on the spot...

"My bespoke suit!"

"That cost a whole month of my base salary!"

Waiting for Jack by the door, Marian said in exasperation, "What's wrong with wearing the suits the agency issues?"

"You just had to get a bespoke suit, and the quality's so awful it tears with one tug."

"All right, hurry up. Ross is still waiting for us."

"Once we've dealt with things over there, we can go find the shop that made your suit."

Jack tossed the torn jacket into the trash and, wearing only his shirt, joined Marian in the elevator that had been waiting for quite some time.

The moment he entered, Jack spotted the future Crossbones, currently Rumlow.

"Brock." Seeing his old friend, Jack stepped forward and greeted him warmly.

Rumlow was just as warm toward Jack, who had fought alongside him for over two years and was a fellow Hydra member.

After they bumped fists, the elevator doors closed. Suddenly remembering something, Jack leaned his back against the elevator wall, doing his best not to put himself in Captain America's elevator fight.

Although he wondered why Jack had suddenly changed positions, Rumlow thought little of it. He teased, "Jack, since you transferred out of fieldwork, I've hardly run into any field agents as easy to work with as you. Everyone on the strike team really misses you."

Rumlow's words drew nods from several other burly members of the strike team.

They were all Hydra, and Jack tended to charge into the front line during combat. Who wouldn't like a friend from the same faction who was willing to fight hard and take risks?

Jack, who had only received his system that day, shook his head with a rueful smile. "If I'd known sitting in an office was this boring, I wouldn't have transferred. I've spent a month behind a desk, and I feel like my bones are rusting."

"Then transfer back!" Rumlow said casually. "Hawkeye and the others think highly of you anyway. They think putting you in a desk job is a real waste of talent."

Agent Marian, the only person in the elevator who came from an administrative background, shot Rumlow a displeased glance before looking away.