Holden had transmigrated into the Marvel Universe and awakened the Enjoy Life Surprise System.
As long as he enjoyed a high-quality lifestyle through eating, drinking, and having fun, he could check in and receive random rewards from across the multiverse!
[You have tasted Premium Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee.] [Reward: $100,000.] [You have completed a stunt performance.] [Reward: Ultimate Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery.] [You have won the shooting championship.] [Reward: Ultimate Firearms Mastery.] At first, the rewards were fairly ordinary.
That was, until he made a sudden realization: getting ‘intimate’ yielded far better rewards.
[You have deeply ‘connected’ with Wanda, the Scarlet Witch.] [Reward: The Phoenix Force.] [You have helped Gwen, a girl yearning to become a woman, fulfill her dream.] [Reward: Top-Tier Comprehension.] [You have simultaneously taken on three female superheroes.] [Reward: Silver Age Superman Template.] While conquering and indulging in the pleasures of life, Holden unknowingly evolved into an omniscient, omnipotent being!
Early morning in New York.
The bright glare of the Nasdaq billboard pierced through the tinted brown glass, washing over the interior of a British-style café.
On the wall, a large flat-screen TV blared the morning news.
“According to our network’s reports, a devastating incident occurred in Germany yesterday.
The Avengers promptly intervened to stop the threat.
However, tragically, Wanda Maximoff—also known as the Scarlet Witch—made a critical error that resulted in nearly sixty casualties!” “Despicable,” the café’s sharply dressed, bearded owner muttered.
He set a fresh cup of coffee down in front of a young man, glaring at the television with utter disgust.
“These so-called superheroes are just using their titles as an excuse to wreck everything!” “Come on, Uncle Crewe.
You aren’t actually buying into the media’s one-sided spin, are you?” Lounging on the leather sofa, the young man didn’t even bother to look up.
He casually picked up a silver spoon and began stirring his Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee.
As he stirred, the rich, aromatic scent of the brew drifted into his nose, bringing a faint, satisfied smirk to his lips.
“Holden, I’ve lived through it!
I watched that damned green monster use my financed car to smash my house to pieces with my own two eyes!” Crewe’s broad chest heaved heavily at the painful memory.
“Fuck!
I saved up for over a decade to buy that place!” He had experienced absolute despair that day, and even now, the sheer anger was enough to make him tremble.
“Uncle Crewe, that’s the third time you’ve told me that story,” Holden replied, dropping a sugar cube into his cup and shaking his head in mild amusement.
“Besides, didn’t they compensate you with an even better house and car afterward?” Every time the news covered anything about superheroes, the older man couldn’t help but spiral into a rant.
“That’s not the point!
They can’t just do whatever the hell they want!” Crewe planted his hands on his hips, huffing so hard his graying beard twitched.
Holden lowered his cup.
“Take it easy.
Sometimes it’s best not to jump to conclusions.
Let the dust settle first.” He knew better than anyone that the Avengers weren’t the ones at fault here.
The media was just intentionally burying them under a mountain of public pressure, forcing them into the crosshairs.
Their ultimate goal was glaringly obvious—to strong-arm Tony Stark and the rest into agreeing with the government’s upcoming superhero registration act.
They wanted the Avengers fully under government control.
In this particular political scheme, Wanda was just the primary scapegoat.
The only reason he knew all this with such absolute certainty was because he wasn’t originally from this universe.
Taking another slow sip of his coffee, Holden let his mind drift back.
He had crossed over into this world a little over a year ago.
And like any good transmigrator, he came equipped with a cheat: the Enjoy Life Surprise System.
True to its name, as long as he lived comfortably and enjoyed a high-quality lifestyle, he could trigger random rewards.
Things like [One Million Dollars], [Infinite Lubricant], and [An Indestructible, Rock-Hard ‘Baton’].
[Ding!
You have tasted Premium Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee!] [Reward received: $100,000!] “My dear Mr.
Holden, the dust never takes that long to settle!” Uncle Crewe’s refined British accent snapped Holden back to reality.
“Hard to say.
Time will prove me right.” Holden set his coffee cup down and casually tossed a stack of cash onto the table.
Just as he reached the door, he paused and glanced back.
“Uncle Crewe, the coffee was spectacular as always.
See you tomorrow.” With that, the heavy oak door drifted shut, the brass bell above it chiming softly.
“That kid…” Crewe chuckled, watching Holden’s silhouette fade through the tinted glass before shaking his head and stuffing the bills into the register.
With his effortless charm, Holden was by far the best customer he had.
Every day at exactly four in the afternoon, he would stroll into the café, slowly savor his coffee, and then quietly leave.
And without fail, he always left a generous one-thousand-dollar tip.
The fading light of the setting sun draped over the emerald pine trees.
Bathed in the golden hour glow, the pine needles looked as though their tips had been dipped in gold paint.
A sleek black Porsche Cayenne cruised down the quiet suburban road.
“Guess it’s nice to switch up the scenery every now and then,” Holden mused aloud.
He kept his right hand on the steering wheel while resting his left arm out the window, letting the cool breeze wash over his skin.
The sweeping landscape in the distance brought a relaxed, easygoing mood.
His destination today was a sprawling estate he owned out in the suburbs—another reward he’d earned from the system.
Despite being a bit isolated, the scenery around it was absolutely breathtaking.
The further he drove from the city, the sparser the houses became.
He could drive for miles without spotting a single neighbor.
The long, endless stretch of asphalt cut through the dense woods like a ruler, the deep quiet broken only by the occasional chirp of birds from the roadside.
“It’s fkin’ TR3YWAY!” “It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen!” “Uh, you got the right one!” The energetic beat pumped through the Cayenne’s Bose speakers.
Holden nodded his head to the rhythm, humming along to the track.
This kind of laid-back, slow-paced lifestyle really was the best way to live.
Just as he was vibing to the music, a woman in a heavy red coat stumbled out of the woods and directly into the road.
“Shit!” Holden’s heart leaped into his throat.
He yanked the steering wheel wildly, his right foot slamming the brake pedal so hard he nearly kicked it straight through the floorboard.
Tires screeched in protest as the heavy SUV violently lurched to a halt—stopping mere inches from the woman.
Thump!
Instead of moving out of the way, she simply collapsed forward, slumping heavily onto his hood.
‘An insurance scam?!’ Holden blinked in shock.
Then, a second thought crossed his mind: ‘Or are Cayennes just natural idiot magnets?’ When she didn’t get up, Holden threw the car into park and hopped out.
But the moment he got a clear look at the woman draped across his hood, he froze.
She had messy blonde hair, her pale cleavage threatening to spill out from her tight t-shirt.
The blood-red coat draped over her shoulders gave her an indescribable, striking beauty, but hovering over her was the incredibly strong stench of malt liquor.
Holden stared blankly for a long moment before murmuring, “Is that…
Wanda?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS lestusk Creation is hard, cheer me up!