Reborn in the Marvel World (Revised)

In Queens, New York, aboard a yellow School Bus packed with elementary school students.

At the very back sat a handsome brown-haired boy. Watching the news report on the TV at the front of the bus, he let out a long sigh.

"Iron Man... I never expected this to really be that incredibly dangerous Marvel 'movie' world. No wonder Captain America in the elementary school textbooks looked so familiar. I almost thought something had gone wrong somewhere."

The news report on TV was about the major story from some time ago: Tony Stark, chairman of Stark Industries, had personally admitted to the media that he was Iron Man.

The little boy's name was Jerry Carmen. He was eleven years old and an elementary school student about to enter middle school.

Of course, that was only his identity in this life.

In truth, he was a transmigrator. He had died in an accident in his previous life and crossed over into this world eleven years ago.

At first, he had thought that he had merely transmigrated overseas. However, various signs from television, textbooks, and historical stories with slight discrepancies indicated that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

It was not until some time ago, when the famous Iron Man appeared in headlines everywhere, that he could finally be certain. This really was the terrifying Marvel movie world where a single snap of the fingers could wipe out half the universe.

Actually, Jerry had not known much about the Marvel movie series in his previous life. He had watched the three Spider-Man movies starring Maguire, but later, a Colleague who was a Marvel fan had told him that those Spider-Man films were rather different from Marvel's Spider-Man series.

Still, he had watched Avengers 1. When it had premiered, his fellow single Colleague had had no one to accompany him, so he had paid out of pocket to invite Jerry along. Since it was free, Jerry had gone.

But he was not a Marvel fan and had not watched the other Marvel movies. Aside from thinking the special effects were pretty good, he had found everything else confusing. By the end, he had not even figured out who the male lead and female lead were.

So he had not watched Avengers 2, 3, or 4. He had only heard his Colleague mention that the purple alien who appeared at the end of Avengers 1 was called Thanos. With a snap of his fingers, he had wiped out half the life in the entire universe, including Earth. Brutal as hell.

His Colleague had always loved chattering about Marvel beside him, and he had never paid much attention.

People were like that. When someone crazily recommended something they loved that you only vaguely understood, you would actually feel quite annoyed inside.

If he had not been reborn into this world, he probably would not even remember that the man in the movie holding a shield, wearing a skintight suit, and sporting a very perky butt was called Captain America, or that Iron Man's real name was Tony Stark.

After watching the movie, the one who had left the deepest impression on him was Thor, the hammer-wielding god. After all, he was a god, especially since Jerry always remembered that line:

"I am Thor, for the glory of the gods of the north!"

There was also Black Widow, though that was purely because he thought she was pretty and had a great figure. Who did not like looking at beautiful women?

Now, he rather regretted not letting his Colleague pull him into the fandom back then. Otherwise, he would not be so melancholy now.

"Ice demon god slumbering in the distant frozen lands, heed my summons and come forth. Black blizzard that freezes all things! Turn everything into white snow!—Ice Binding Sealing Array!"

Just as Jerry was lost in thought, considering his path forward, a "dignified" yet childish voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.

When he turned his head, a pile of bubbles immediately smacked into his face.

"Elsa, I told you that you can't play with a bubble wand on the School Bus. The teacher will be unhappy later!"

Jerry looked helplessly at the blonde little girl seated on the inside, who was holding a magical bubble wand and shooting bubbles at him.

"Hmph, Jerry, you demon from the abyss! I, Ice Queen Elsa, shall end you! Frost Freezing Wave!"

The blonde little girl was completely unmoved by Jerry's words. Instead, she continued firing bubbles at him with her magical bubble wand.

How could the beautiful Ice Queen submit to a Demon? (￣3￣) Hmph!

The blonde little girl sitting beside Jerry was named Elsa Hathaway. She was ten years old and Jerry's younger sister in this life.

Since she was little, she had loved animated shows related to magic and often imagined herself as a magical princess or queen.

In Jerry's words, she had a bit of eighth-grader syndrome!

(Eighth-grader syndrome: generally refers to a condition that middle school boys and girls are prone to developing, where they always believe deep down that they possess some kind of special power, such as magic, inner force, spiritual power, and so on.)

However, Jerry did not think there was anything wrong with that. She was just a child. When he had been her age in his previous life, he had often wielded a tree branch like a treasured sword and performed Dugu Nine Swords on the dirt road after school.

Once, he had even sent a small patch of the neighbor's rapeseed field flying and gotten chased for three miles by his mother wielding a broom.

Whenever he thought about the embarrassing things he had done as a child, he felt so awkward he could dig out a two-bedroom apartment with his toes.

"Hahaha! Since you have discovered me, I shall hide no longer! I am Jerry, the Demon Lord from the abyss! Ice Queen Elsa, take this! Dark Death Claw!"

Seeing that normal conversation would not work on his little sister, Jerry could only join in. While tickling the little girl, he secretly snatched away her magical bubble wand amid her giggling and stuffed it into his backpack.

Screech!

Suddenly, the School Bus braked violently. The powerful inertia nearly flung Jerry, who had been playing with his sister, out of his seat.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He grabbed the handrail beside him tightly to steady himself while wrapping an arm around his sister, who was also about to be thrown out.

However, the other children were not so lucky. Quite a few either fell out of their seats or smashed their heads against the window glass from the inertia, bursting into loud sobs.

"Mr. Paul, what happened?"

Teacher Bailey, who was responsible for escorting the children on the School Bus, hurriedly stood up and helped the crying children who had fallen from their seats back into place, comforting them.

Seeing this, Jerry also told his sister to go down and help.

"Damn it! A sedan suddenly blocked the road. I almost crashed into it!"

The middle-aged School Bus driver, Paul, answered angrily. He opened the door and got out, cursing as he prepared to argue with the car owner.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Clang!

But before long, a rifle was pressed against his head. With his hands raised and terror written all over his face, he backed onto the School Bus.

"Don't move! Behave yourselves, or don't blame me for blowing your heads open!"

A nearly two-meter-tall muscular man wearing a mask held a rifle on driver Paul and made him sit back in the driver's seat as he shouted harshly.

Then, three more masked men carrying weapons entered. They were also carrying three large bags stuffed full.

No way, could I really be this unlucky?

The instant Jerry heard the gunshots, he sensed that something was wrong. He immediately returned to his seat and shielded his sister inside.

Sure enough, what followed confirmed his terrible suspicion.

"Drive! Get us out of here and head for the outskirts, or I'll blow your head off!"

The muscular man tapped the rifle against Paul's head and gave the order viciously.

"Okay, okay, right away!"

How could Paul dare disobey? He immediately started the School Bus, backed up, made a U-turn, and drove toward the outskirts.

At that moment, the wailing sirens of police cars came from behind them.

"It's a School Bus. They won't dare shoot back. You two, open the rear windows and fire at them!"

One of the masked men who had boarded with the muscular man pointed his weapon at Teacher Bailey, the only teacher on the bus, and ordered the other two.

The other two masked men nodded. They went to the back, opened the windows, and began firing wildly at the pursuing police cars.

Jerry held Elsa close and pressed himself into the back row of seats. Listening to the roar of gunfire beside him and the excited howls of the two masked men, his heart pounded nervously.

Although he had practiced martial arts for several years in his previous life due to personal interest and could usually handle two or three thugs without issue, he had also paid close attention to training his body since childhood in this life. Among children his age, almost no one could defeat him.

But after all, he had only just turned eleven this year. His physical abilities were simply not on the same level as these robbers.

As the saying went, "Talking about fighting without considering physical ability is just hooliganism!"

What was more, every one of these robbers had a gun.

"Demon Lord Jerry, are those your demon subordinates?"

Protected behind Jerry, Elsa fearfully poked out her little head.

"Girl, you really are fearless, aren't you?"

Without another word, Jerry pressed Elsa's little head back down.

"Looking at this situation, it seems we can't count on the police. I'll have to rely on myself!"

Listening to the police sirens gradually growing fewer and more distant, Jerry could not help sighing. Then his gaze sharpened, and a virtual panel appeared before him.

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