Return to the Marvel World

Under normal circumstances, even if Jerry was proficient in Jeet Kune Do and had eight-pack abs, he would never have been a match for the hulking white man before him, especially since the other man had a knife.

In his previous life, Jerry had seen news reports about fighting champions encountering knife-wielding Gangsters. After a struggle, the fighting champion ended up in the hospital with stab wounds, while the knife-wielding Gangster escaped unscathed.

Fighting techniques generally only showed their advantage when both sides had roughly similar physical conditions. If the gap was too great, then unless one was determined to kill the other and targeted vital points with every strike, victory would be difficult.

And if one person was unarmed while the other held a knife, then no matter how skilled one was at fighting, it was best to run. Disarming someone barehanded was not impossible, but more often than not, it meant a white blade going in and a red blade coming out.

Therefore, the fact that Jerry had easily dealt with a knife-wielding brute using only a few low-level spells with no direct damage showed just how effective magic, this unconventional power, could be as support.

Of course, Jerry's sneak attack had also given him some advantage.

After kicking the robber unconscious, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he pulled two bills from the scattered stack of money and slipped them into his pocket before leisurely leaving the scene.

Doing good deeds without asking for anything in return was not his style.

Although two bills were not much to him, he had always reminded himself that it was fine to do good deeds, but he had to be rewarded for them.

Since he had helped that woman deal with the robber and recover her wallet, he had to take two bills as payment. Otherwise, he feared that earning Little Red Stars by constantly doing good deeds would eventually turn him into some kind of saintly fool.

That was something he absolutely did not want to see.

Having lived for more than forty years, he understood what he needed to do to live a better life.

In this second life, he did not seek vast wealth or supreme power, but neither did he want to become a sucker who lived solely for others.

A person only lived for less than a hundred years. Sometimes, being a little selfish was not a mistake.

Besides, as long as he did good deeds, his Peculiar Panel gave him Little Red Stars. Even if he regretted it immediately after doing the good deed, there would be no problem.

In other words, if he saved someone's life, Little Red Stars would be credited to his account. Even if he killed that person afterward, the Little Red Stars would not disappear.

It was just that stupid!

Not long after Jerry left, the timid white-collar woman poked her head out from the alley. She had heard what sounded like screams outside just now, but out of caution, she had not come out immediately.

When she saw the large man lying unconscious on the ground near the alley entrance, she was startled at first, then delighted.

She slowly approached and confirmed that the man who had robbed her really had passed out. She immediately retrieved her cash and necklace jewelry, then viciously kicked the brute twice before swaying away in her high heels.

She did not call the police. Since she had gotten back her money and jewelry, losing two bills was no big deal. Better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

September 1, 1991.

Jerry got up early and prepared everything he needed to bring to Hogwarts.

Today was his first day at Hogwarts to begin studying magic, and also the final day of this one-month trial period.

"Return countdown begins: ten, nine, eight, seven."

Watching the return countdown on the panel, Jerry took a deep breath and tightly gripped the wand in his hand.

"Three, two, one, return begins!"

As the countdown ended, he once again felt as if the entire world had frozen. Then his vision went black, and he lost all consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the hijacked school bus. At the same time, the arrogant laughter of the two robbers beside him and the continuous bang bang of gunfire rang in his ears.

"Thank goodness, the wand came with me!"

Jerry ignored the two robbers beside him and immediately lowered his head to look at the wand in his right hand.

What he had worried about most was that the wand would not return with him.

Without the wand's assistance, it would be nearly impossible for him to cast magic, with a failure rate as high as ninety-nine percent.

"Now, I just need to figure out how to safely deal with these four robbers!"

Gripping his wand tightly, Jerry narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over the interior of the school bus.

In fact, before returning, he had already been considering how to safely deal with the four gun-wielding robbers.

With magic as support, dealing with those robbers was not particularly difficult. He had tested that last night.

But ensuring that the robbers did not accidentally injure the other children on the school bus was the hardest part.

So, his plan was to wait and see whether there was a turning point. If there was none, he would have to make a move by force.

Though some people might get hurt by mistake, he first had to ensure his own safety and his sister's.

As for everyone else, he could only apologize.

If the robbers left the school bus with the stolen money after shaking off the police cars, that would naturally be best. Then he would not need to take the risk of acting.

As for Little Red Stars, he could earn them simply by doing good deeds. Once he had learned magic properly, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. There was no need to take risks now.

"Smith, we've shaken off the police behind us!"

When the two robbers beside Jerry saw that the last police car had been forced to stop by their wild gunfire, they laughed and reported to the robber in the center of the school bus, who was pointing a handgun at Teacher Bailey.

The robber pointing the gun at Teacher Bailey appeared to be the leader of the four robbers. Hearing the report from the two men behind him, he turned to ask the robber controlling the driver, Paul, at the front.

"Are we there yet?"

"Smith, almost!"

The robber at the front glanced at the road signs ahead and replied with a smile.

About twenty minutes later, under the front robber's directions, the school bus stopped beside a secluded, deserted road.

"What now? Kill them all?"

The two robbers at the back walked toward the leader, Smith.

Hearing that, Jerry immediately raised his wand.

If the robbers intended to kill everyone on the bus, then he could only take the risk and act.

"Idiot! Why kill them all? Do you think we aren't dying fast enough?"

Smith kicked the robber who had made the suggestion in the butt.

He understood very clearly that if they had merely robbed a small bank, it would cause a stir, but it would not be too serious. After all, only the bank had suffered losses.

Besides, the money they had taken was merely a drop in the bucket to the bank.

But if they killed a busload of elementary school students, it would definitely cause a nationwide uproar. They would become targets of universal condemnation, and the country might even send out the military to deal with them.

That was why he cursed his subordinate as a brainless idiot.