Arrival in Marvel

First Arrival in Marvel

That was really... hard to accept...

Lin Hai muttered as he looked at his body lying on the road.

Right, this was a sudden opening kill.

Lin Hai could not understand at all why the dump truck that had clearly been twenty feet away a moment ago suddenly slammed into him.

As an ordinary corporate slave who had worked for a few years, traffic safety was always an indispensable part of Lin Hai's life.

Upholding the principle of "stop on red, go on green," and always very cautious when crossing the road, today he added a glorious stroke to his Earth's Anglai 0-0-0 record by "gaining a new life."

"So that means ghosts actually exist on Earth?" Floating above his own body, Lin Hai was having a brainstorming session.

"Then why has no one ever seen one? Or is it that some people have seen them but no one talks about it? Are God, Tathagata, and Queen Mother of the West all real, too?" Lin Hai found it a bit hard to believe.

What next, then? Lin Hai pondered. "Does God pull me over and ask me if I want to eat an orange?"

That would still be all right. After all, Lin Hai was a corporate slave and not a rapper, so he wouldn't be cast into hell by God for not eating enough oranges.

Looking like he was in a daze, Lin Hai didn't notice several cracks appearing next to him, which looked like someone's mischievous kid had used a rubber-band slingshot to shatter a neighbor's window glass.

This crack was still slowly growing, and from it came a trace of imperceptible yet gradually increasing suction.

By the time Lin Hai noticed there was a crack next to him, it was already too late. Lin Hai only had time to utter a "Whoa~," and his soul had already vanished into the crack.

When Lin Hai disappeared, the crack acted like it had eaten its fill and showed a tendency to expand further, while violent winds whipped up in the mortal realm and the roadside trees swayed because of it.

Soon, however, the expanding crack halted. A voice seemed to come from inside—"How can someone of my strength still blow up the alchemy cauldron while refining pills? This isn't metaphysics! This crack produced by the explosion even affected the mortal realm, though it seems nobody noticed. My luck is pretty good today, I'll just refine another batch.

Did I seem to hear a curse just now? People in the mortal realm have really poor manners, cursing only harms yourself. Better patch up this crack first to avoid being discovered."

As the words fell, an eye vaguely appeared in the crack, blinked a few times, and then vanished into the crack, along with the crack itself.

Lin Hai had a dream, in which he turned into a shooting star, streaking across the deep and brilliant universe.

Along the way, Lin Hai saw many nebulae and celestial bodies, flying straight ahead like that, until he finally crashed into a mass of mist exuding seven-colored light.

No, perhaps it wasn't gas; it was like a lump of seven-colored cotton, and Lin Hai felt himself sink into this lump of cotton.

After he didn't know how long had passed, this lump of cotton, as if absorbed by the shooting star Lin Hai had turned into, seeped deep into Lin Hai's mind.

When Lin Hai woke up from unconsciousness, he found that there were many memories in his mind that didn't belong to him, or rather, memories that should have belonged to "himself."

Right, our protagonist responded to the new era's trend of transmigration and underwent a noble transmigration, except that his memories of the previous life had never awakened.

Through these memories, Lin Hai learned that his identity was an aspiring young Chinese man about to spread his wings and chase his dreams on the streets of New York. His family background was good, with his parents owning a decent business back in Flower Country while also having trade ties in New York, United States.

Steeped in the principle of "no zuo no die," coupled with the fact that while Lin's father and mother loved their child very much, they spent relatively little time caring for Lin Hai due to making money.

Lacking parental affection and possessing a somewhat restless nature, Lin Hai felt that things were uninteresting back home and wanted to go abroad to see what foreign schools and students were like.

Thus, sixteen-year-old Lin Hai, after racking his brains and exhausting his efforts to gain his parents' consent, used his parents' trade connections to apply and become a freshman at Midtown High School in New York.

Lin's father and mother supported their son's choice. After all, in this world, the United States in the year 2000 was also a top-tier existence, let alone a major city like New York.

Plus, with their family's financial situation being fairly well-off, coming over here to attend high school was not an unacceptable thing at all.

Seeing this, Lin Hai's mood fluctuated not a bit; in fact, he even felt a little like laughing. His past life had been a pathetic corporate slave, and keeping up with the times, he caught the great wave of transmigration, finally managing to become a small second-generation rich kid who didn't have to worry about food or clothing.

Ancient Huaxia's god in charge of transmigrations is pretty good to me. Lin Hai thought this.

Yet when he continued reading further, he discovered something was wrong. New York had Stark Industries?! What the heck?! The Marvel Universe?!

Lin Hai was familiar with the name Stark Industries. Back when he was a corporate slave in his past life, he didn't have any extravagant hobbies or interests, and low-cost forms of entertainment like games, movies, and novels were things Lin Hai excelled at across the board.

Among movies, Lin Hai was most interested in Marvel's superhero films. For this reason, Lin Hai had even specially looked up the source of Marvel movies, which was Marvel Comics, and learned quite a bit about the plot within the comics.

He just didn't know whether this world was the MCU Film Universe or the Marvel Comics Universe. If it were the film universe, judging from the current outlook, the final boss would most likely be that crazy purple sweet potato.

If it were the comic universe, it truly was unthinkable. Aside from the fact that the various superheroes, supervillains, and super deities of the comic universe were one after another far more bullshit-level than those in the film universe, there were also all sorts of outrageously powerful major beings out there. This made Lin Hai, who was just an ordinary person, shudder with a chill.

However, judging by his current identity and abilities, surviving safely in the MCU Film Universe wasn't something he could do with 100% certainty. As a Huaxia person universally afflicted with a "fear of insufficient firepower," an extra sense of urgency and crisis filled Lin Hai's heart.

After absorbing these memories, Lin Hai knew his current situation. He had arrived in New York not long ago, rented an apartment near Chinatown, and wandered around the streets every day. After all, this was the place where he would live in the future, and Lin Hai wanted to get better acquainted with the surrounding environment.

Yet today while crossing the street, Lin Hai was careless and got hit by a car yet again, and again, and again. Although it was just a minor scrape, he unfortunately bumped his head when he fell.

Perhaps this impact activated the Seven-Colored Essence that Lin Hai's soul had encountered while flying through the universe. It slowly flowed from the depths of Lin Hai's brain toward his entire body, repairing the injuries on Lin Hai's physique while also fully reviving the memories brought over from his previous life.

Half an hour passed, and that lump of Seven-Colored Essence, after repairing Lin Hai's body, leisurely flowed back into the depths of Lin Hai's brain, and Lin Hai could no longer "see" it.

Then, Lin Hai crawled up from the bed, lifted his arms, raised his legs, blinked his eyes, and opened his mouth, feeling that his body was better than ever before. This wonderful sensation was something the physically weak Lin Hai, after years as a corporate slave, could never have experienced.

"Huh? A bed?" In Lin Hai's impression, he had been grazed by a car and then collapsed onto the ground. How come he had now respawned in a bed? It couldn't possibly be that fainting in the wild automatically teleports you "home," right?

Lin Hai looked at the surrounding environment and realized that the place he was currently in ought to be a small clinic. At the same time, his nose caught a faint scent of disinfectant, alongside which was the rich aroma of traditional Chinese medicinal herbs.

Since he didn't have overly severe external trauma and had only passed out, the doctor probably put him on the clinic's sickbed after an examination and went to busy himself in the clinic's front reception area outside.

Listening to the sounds coming from outside, Lin Hai stood up and walked out. What met his eyes were several red banners with yellow lettering possessing distinct Huaxia characteristics.

Inscribed upon them were phrases such as "Miraculous hands bring back the spring," "Saving the world with a gourd of medicine," and "Dr. Chen, please save my wretched life." Sitting behind a solid wood work desk beneath the banners was a middle-aged male with yellow skin and a white lab coat, looking to be around forty years old.

"Dr. Chen?" Lin Hai called out in Chinese. The doctor looked up at Lin Hai, and while continuing to take a patient's pulse with his hand, words came from his mouth.

"Yo, you really are Chinese. When I came to work this morning, I saw you lying by the side of the road. I originally didn't want to bother, but when I got closer I saw you had yellow skin, and Chinatown isn't far away either, figuring you ought to be a Huaxia person, I dragged you into my clinic. Sit down, sit down first. How is it? Are you okay?"

Lin Hai sat down on a stool nearby and replied, "Ah, I'm fine. There wasn't much to it in the first place, I just accidentally bumped my head and passed out for a bit, but now I don't feel any discomfort in my body anymore."

Dr. Chen nodded.

In a short while, he resolved that patient's issue. After sending the patient out of the clinic, Dr. Chen came back, sat in his seat, and looked at Lin Hai:

"You kid just came to New York, didn't you? That vibe of yours is something you only see everywhere back in our home country; you simply can't find it in New York."

Lin Hai scratched his head, didn't answer, and just smiled awkwardly.

As soon as Dr. Chen saw Lin Hai's expression, he also laughed, "Look at that, I called it. It's only the young folks of our Huaxia who have this kind of bearing."

"Are you a student? What are you doing in America? Traveling? Studying?" Dr. Chen ended his banter and asked.

"Here to study. My family has a bit of idle money and connections, and I wanted to come to America to see the world. After all, the American economy is good right now." Lin Hai answered.

Dr. Chen's expression showed understanding. He then asked, "Then have you found a place to live? If you're going to school, you'll have to live there for at least three or four years, right?"

Lin Hai replied, "I found an apartment and am living there for now. I'm not in a hurry either, since it's only June right now, and Midtown High School doesn't start classes until early September."

After hearing this, Dr. Chen thought for a moment and asked, "Then how about this, I have a odd job here and I don't know if you're willing to do it. The storefront right next to my clinic used to be a shop too, and the owner saw there was no profit in it and approached me.

Thinking that my clinic might expand later and it would be convenient to knock the wall through, I bought it. The current shop mainly holds some green plants and some traditional Chinese medicinal herbs I'm cultivating.

If you're interested, you can come help out with a summer job first. The pay will be a thousand a month, so you can earn some pocket money and won't end up having nothing to do these two months.

After school starts, you can come over to look after things every day after class, or come on the weekends. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Lin Hai's eyes lit up. Thinking carefully, he felt it wasn't bad either; helping to tend to green plants and herbs was neither difficult nor busy, and whatever issues came up in the future could be dealt with then, so he readily agreed.

Seeing Lin Hai accept, Dr. Chen said to him, "Then that's settled. You head back first today, pack your things, and just come to the clinic tomorrow at ten in the morning."

Lin Hai stood up and bowed deeply to Dr. Chen: "Thank you very much, then see you tomorrow morning!"

Dr. Chen smiled and waved his hand: "Go on back, see you tomorrow morning."