Nightmares Make Me Stronger? Whoever Wants This Crap Cheat Can Have It!

Washington, D.C., Trident Headquarters.

Director's office.

Nick Fury, the motherfucking hero, handed a file to Phil Coulson.

"Agent Coulson, initiate a Level Three investigation into the person in this file."

Coulson opened the file. It contained information on a doctor named Richard, who looked somewhat like Keanu Reeves in the photo.

"Yes, sir!"

New York, Brooklyn, Greenpoint Apartments.

Richard had another, another, another nightmare.

Screech! (The piercing sound of brakes)

Ah! Someone's dead! (A passerby's scream)

Waaah! Mommy! Mommy! (A little girl's sobbing cries)

So noisy! So noisy! So! Noisy!

"Richard! Wake up!"

"Wake up, now!"

Such a familiar female voice, along with the stinging pain of his face being slapped again and again.

Richard, who had been trapped in the nightmare a second ago, quickly pulled himself free.

He struggled to open his eyes and looked at his girlfriend, Christine Palmer.

"Chris, you saved me again."

Christine raised a hand and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You had another nightmare, Richard!"

"It's already been three days!"

Richard took his girlfriend's soft little hand and smiled wearily.

"Don't worry. I won't have nightmares tomorrow."

He was not merely trying to comfort his girlfriend.

A powerful intuition told him that this had been the last time he would have this nightmare.

Yes, only this nightmare...

Because he also had a premonition that, in the near future, he would have another nightmare—a different one.

He patted the back of his girlfriend's hand.

"All right, Chris. Go to sleep. You have work tomorrow."

"All right..." Christine said softly, looking at her boyfriend's somewhat haggard face with concern.

"You should sleep early too..."

After watching his girlfriend gradually fall asleep, Richard got up and went to the living room.

He walked over to the television, bent down, and pulled a baseball bat out from beneath the TV cabinet.

There were two distinct fingerprints on the bat, one deep and one shallow.

Richard gripped the bat with his right hand and squeezed hard!

An even deeper fingerprint appeared.

"My strength increased again!"

Richard felt inexplicably melancholy.

"So, after six years, my cheat finally arrived?"

Six years ago, Richard had transmigrated into the Marvel world.

The original owner's parents had died, leaving behind a sizable inheritance.

Back then, he had dreamed of punching Iron Man and kicking Thanos, of a glorious future.

But reality was that he was just an ordinary person. At most, the two lifetimes' souls combined had made him a little smarter.

He had entered Columbia University's medical school at sixteen and earned his doctorate in only four years.

The year he graduated, he entered Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital and quickly became a renowned surgical specialist across America.

Then, while riding high on success, he was captivated by a beautiful girl with gray-blue eyes.

After a spell of shameless persistence...

First base!

Second base!

Third base!

Home run!

He successfully brought home this beautiful girl, who was three years older than him.

Christine Palmer!

Most people might not recognize that name!

What if she were Doctor Strange's future girlfriend?

That's right, Richard had snatched her first!

Coming back to himself, Richard hid the baseball bat away again.

After the nightmare, it was not merely his strength that had improved. His entire being, from body to soul, had evolved.

After the first two nightmares, Richard had suddenly come up with an idea.

Did having nightmares make him stronger? Was that his cheat?!

After today's test, his theory had been proven!

But whenever he thought of being trapped in endlessly repeating nightmares, dying again and again without being able to escape, Richard felt as though he had eaten bitter herbs. Bitter!

He really wanted to grandly wave a hand and roar heroically: Whoever wants this crap cheat can have it!

But...

"Sigh, forget it. Time to sleep."

He still had several surgeries to perform tomorrow.

Returning to the bedroom, Richard wrapped his arms around his soft, fragrant girlfriend and soon began to snore.

The next day, Richard drove a blue-gray Lincoln Navigator and brought Christine to Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital.

When he bought the car, he had spent a fortune modifying it at an auto repair shop.

The windows, bulletproof!

The body, bulletproof!

The engine, an original part stripped from a ninety-percent-new retired military vehicle!

In short, he was afraid of dying!

Despite catching another three hours of sleep, Richard still felt somewhat listless.

After all, three straight days of nightmares had nearly driven him insane...

After changing into his white coat in the locker room, Richard led his intern, Frank Chen, and the ward nurse, Lilith, on their rounds.

"Yaaawn~"

Richard yawned and handed the medical chart to Frank.

"Frank, you'll do the questioning today."

Frank perked up at once, hurriedly took the chart, and shouted excitedly.

"Yes, Dr. Richard!"

Frank walked at the front with his head held high and chest out. After lightly knocking on the door, he pushed it open.

Lilith followed him inside and quickly raised the head of the bed.

Frank grinned, revealing a standard eight-tooth smile.

"Good morning, Mrs. Susan. How did you sleep last night?"

Richard yawned and walked to the monitor, pulling up the patient's twenty-four-hour ECG monitoring data.

Although Mrs. Susan did not understand why this slightly overexcited young man was questioning her today, she answered truthfully.

"I felt chest tightness twice this morning."

Frank immediately pulled out his stethoscope and placed it over Mrs. Susan's pectoral muscle.

"Come on, take a deep breath... good... one more time."

Richard glanced over, walked up, and reminded him in a low voice.

"Pay attention to the apex..."

Frank hurriedly nodded and carefully listened to Mrs. Susan's heartbeat...

Hmm, there was some murmur.

After leaving the room, Richard patted Frank on the shoulder.

"Good job, Frank."

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Dr. Richard!"

Once Richard had left, Frank immediately pumped his fist in excitement.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!!"

Seeing this, Nurse Lilith asked with amusement.

"Dr. Frank, do you really need to be this happy?"

Frank turned to Lilith with a serious expression.

"Dr. Richard is a surgical specialist renowned across the entire country. Even my university professors admit they can't compare to him!"

"When I learned that Dr. Richard would be my internship supervisor, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for a whole day and night!"

"Lilith, believe it or not, if I tell my university classmates what happened today, they'll call me back like crazy!"

"They'll call back just to curse you, right? All right, keep working hard." Nurse Lilith swayed her slim waist as she turned and left.

Richard returned to the emergency department office, but before his butt had even warmed the chair...

A greasy middle-aged man with a huge belly and thinning hair barged in aggressively.

"Dr. Richard, why did you only just get back? Get up, quickly, and come with me!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Richard's arm.

Richard frowned and raised his hand to dodge.

"Director Pansy, use your words. Don't get handsy, or people might misunderstand my sexual orientation, okay?"