Transmigrated, My Sister Was Hill

Transmigrated, My Sister Was Hill

New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. branch.

Inside the C9 Training Room.

A young man wearing a white fitted tank top and loose black quick-dry pants was wildly throwing punches at a sandbag.

His fierce fists whipped up bursts of whistling air.

The sandbag trembled violently under the blows. Fortunately, it was a specially made S.H.I.E.L.D. sandbag; otherwise, the powerful punches would likely have torn it apart already.

This high-intensity, stamina-draining boxing continued for a full seven or eight minutes before the young man finally stopped, panting.

Sweat had soaked through his white tank top, perfectly outlining the muscles of his upper body.

He stood over six feet tall, nearly six foot three, with short dark brown hair, sharply defined features, and deep, bright eyes. His pupils were black and his irises ice-blue, making him look like a handsome mixed-race youth of Eastern and Western descent, though his face still retained a trace of immaturity.

Clearly, he was only sixteen or seventeen, yet possessed exceptional physical fitness.

Pulling a clean towel from the rack beside him, Luo Wen wiped the sweat from his face.

He checked the time and found that he had already met his training quota for the day.

So he swung his arms and stretched his legs.

After stretching, Luo Wen turned his gaze toward the north wall of the training room.

Mounted on the wall was a device for testing punching force.

It had a display screen that was faintly lit at the moment. On the left side of the display was a row of historical data, clearly showing:

174KG

179KG

181KG

193KG

Clearly, these were the results of his previous punch tests.

For someone weighing around 82 kilograms, this level of punching force was already extremely impressive.

However, looking at the historical data on the screen, Luo Wen frowned and shook his head slightly.

"I've been here for seven years. Seven years of uninterrupted training, and this is all the physical ability I can achieve. Forget becoming a superhero—even getting a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. would be tough."

Luo Wen sighed as he cracked his knuckles, producing a string of crisp pops.

That was right. Luo Wen was actually a Transmigrator.

Around seven years ago, he had transmigrated into the Marvel world and become the younger brother of Maria Hill, the beautiful S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

After learning that he had transmigrated into the Marvel world, Luo Wen's sense of crisis had gone through the roof.

After all, the Marvel world was famously dangerous.

And New York, where he lived, was the place where disasters occurred most frequently.

Even if he avoided a series of minor disasters, he would never escape Thanos's snap in the end.

Moreover, Luo Wen had read the original work and knew that Hill would ultimately turn to dust beneath Thanos's snap as well.

Luo Wen had inherited the memories and emotions of this body's former owner. He absolutely did not want to watch Hill vanish into dust before his eyes.

Driven by that overwhelming sense of danger, Luo Wen had not dared to rest for even a moment over the years, constantly working to make himself stronger.

Training his body was the most important part of that.

Yet even after seven years of diligent training, his physical fitness was still far from the peak of humanity.

With a hint of disappointment and resentment in his heart, Luo Wen crouched low, spread his arms like a drawn bow, and drove a fierce punch into the wall!

With a bang, the numbers on the display began climbing wildly before gradually stopping at 199 kilograms.

Looking at those three digits, 199 kg, Luo Wen let out a long breath without saying anything.

Among ordinary people, that punching force was already incredibly impressive.

But it was still far from the limits of humanity.

He could not even surpass Tyson. How was he supposed to compete with those superheroes and supervillains?

"Training alone will never get me anywhere. It looks like it's time to put the plan on the agenda."

After pondering for a moment, Luo Wen muttered to himself.

There were plenty of opportunities in the Marvel world. Two months ago, Tony had already announced at a press conference that he was Iron Man. Half a month ago, Bruce Banner had transformed into the Hulk and caused a huge commotion in New York.

Perhaps Thor had already been banished to New Mexico by Odin.

The many storylines of Marvel had gradually begun to unfold. If he planned well, he might not be unable to rise up and catch up to, even surpass, the many superheroes.

Over the years, Luo Wen had devised countless plans for himself—Plan One, Plan Two, Plan Three. He had listed seven possible options in total, and every one of them could grant him extraordinary power.

But compared with technology and mutation, he preferred becoming stronger through his own power.

And since he was still young, he had delayed taking action until now.

"Let's test my speed again."

After turning off the punching-force tester, Luo Wen switched on another device resembling a projector.

This was actually a Speed Testing Instrument developed by S.H.I.E.L.D., capable of accurately measuring the user's 100-meter speed.

Luo Wen walked to one end of the training room. After gathering a little strength, he suddenly sprinted toward the far end twenty meters away.

At that moment, he was like a cheetah, his entire body taut yet fully extended as he shot forward with a whoosh.

In only a few breaths, he had rushed to the other end of the training room.

Beep!

A red light flashed on the Speed Testing Instrument, and then a string of numbers appeared on it.

7 meters/second

"Seven meters per second..."

Seeing that number, Luo Wen was even more disappointed. His measured speed yesterday had also been seven meters per second. There had been no improvement.

His speed was actually very fast, but the farther he progressed, the harder it became to improve.

The fastest speed currently achieved by humans was 43.8 meters per second.

It seemed like he was already close to that speed, but even if he were given another ten years, he probably would not reach it, much less surpass it.

After testing his speed, Luo Wen picked up his towel, took a card from his pocket, and swiped it over the display by the door. The door immediately opened automatically.

Luo Wen stepped outside, and the training room door automatically closed behind him. With a beep, the display outside changed from red to green.

This meant that no one was currently using the C9 Training Room, and any S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel who needed it could swipe their card to reserve it.

Luo Wen looked up and saw nearly thirty such independent training rooms lined up along both sides of the long corridor. Most of them were marked red as "In Use."

As S.H.I.E.L.D.'s largest branch outside Triskelion Headquarters, the New York S.H.I.E.L.D. branch had some of the most comprehensive facilities.

At the same time, the agents at the New York branch were also the most competitive. The training rooms being nearly full so often was proof enough.

Luo Wen crossed the corridor. Rather than use the shared washroom for the training rooms, he went up one floor and entered the apartment area reserved for senior agents.

Only S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with Level Seven clearance or above could apply for these apartments. Luo Wen's sister, Hill, was Nick Fury's right-hand woman and possessed Level Nine clearance, so she could naturally be assigned an apartment here.

After swiping his card to enter, he found the apartment exceptionally neat and bright.

The floor was made of solid white oak, while the overall décor combined minimalist and Nordic styles. Together with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s standard floor-to-ceiling windows, it offered excellent views and natural lighting.

Though the apartment was only a little over ninety square meters, there was no wasted shared space. It had three rooms, and none of them were small.

One was Hill's room, one was Luo Wen's, and the last was a guest room. However, it had now become Natasha's personal room, filled with her belongings.

With Natasha's status as a Level Ten agent, she could easily have applied for a private apartment at the New York branch. But after tasting Luo Wen's cooking a few years ago, she had refused to leave. No matter what anyone said, she would not move out.

Hill and Natasha had a close relationship and were fully in favor of it. Luo Wen's resistance proved useless, so he could only accept it.

Luo Wen entered the bathroom and took off his clothes. The washing machine and dryer stood beside the sink. After putting his dirty clothes into the washing machine and pressing the wash button, Luo Wen turned on the shower and began rinsing away the sweat and exhaustion from his body.

Fortunately, Natasha had gone out on a mission these past few days. Otherwise, she would probably have come out to tease him again.

Having lived two lives, he was at precisely the age when it was easiest to get worked up. He truly could not handle Natasha's flirting.

After a quick rinse, Luo Wen changed into loose shorts and a white T-shirt, then walked into his room while drying his hair.

The moment he entered, Luo Wen noticed that faint flash of dark blue light on his bedside table.

"Hmm? Is it fully charged?"

The moment he saw that blue glow, Luo Wen's face was immediately filled with delight.

Following Luo Wen's gaze, a black magnetic levitation base sat on the bedside table, connected to the wall outlet through a high-power converter.

On the magnetic levitation base, a ring shining with dazzling blue light bobbed gently up and down.

The ring was entirely silver, wrapped with two mysterious runes. Between the runes was a circle of diamond-like blue gemstones.

At that moment, all ten tiny gemstones were shrouded in a misty blue glow.