Alaska.
The morning forest was serene and biting cold.
Crawling out of his tent, hunter Liam Price was about to use the crude method of peeing on the campfire to extinguish it when he suddenly shuddered.
He was purely overwhelmed with excitement.
The system he had waited for two and a half long years to activate had finally awakened!
Liam was a transmigrator.
When he first transmigrated and was still digesting the fact that he had crossed over to another world, he had received bad news, followed immediately by even worse news.
The bad news was that he had landed in the Marvel universe, a realm crawling with cosmic horrors, gods, and monsters.
The worse news was that, unlike those transmigrators who could strut around acting like “I don’t eat beef” right off the bat, his system required a settling period before it could function.
Worse yet, while the system was awakening, he was forbidden from leaving his “spawn point.” If Liam left his spawn point without permission, there was a high probability the system’s awakening would malfunction.
It was precisely because of this that he held back from seeking out a cozy life back home, instead toughing it out in freezing, snowbound Alaska for two and a half years.
Of course, to prevent Liam from dying immediately upon arrival, the system gave him three beginner rewards before going completely silent.
The first reward was language.
Otherwise, given Liam’s original level of English, communicating normally with locals would have taken a year or two of hard study.
By the time he mastered the language, he probably would have been six feet under for months.
The second reward was slightly more abstract.
Since he had transmigrated in his original body, every organ and component of his physical form was reshaped and reassembled to fit this world’s parameters.
This wiped away all his past minor ailments, restoring his physical body to peak condition.
He was in tip-top shape, healthy and energetic.
The third reward was a simple status panel that Liam could view at any time.
Today, two years later, his status panel looked like this: [Host: Liam Price] [Age: 24] [Strength: 12/14] [Physique: 14/14] [Agility: 11/13] [Intelligence: 13/20] [Charisma: 10/12] [Perception: 13/14] [Skills: Chinese Home Cooking (Beginner), Vehicle Operation (Beginner), Hunting (Intermediate), Mechanics (Beginner), Languages (Chinese/English)] [Status: Excited] The meaning of these numbers was straightforward.
The number before the slash was Liam’s current attribute value, while the number after was the upper limit of his personal potential.
The attributes before the slash could change.
For instance, Liam’s Strength had grown from 9 to 12 because he had been engaged in hard manual labor since transmigrating.
At 185 centimeters tall, he had weighed barely 78 kilograms when he first arrived, huffing and puffing just carrying a sack of rice up a few flights of stairs.
Thanks to two years of hearty eating and labor, he now weighed nearly 90 kilograms.
Once, he had even dragged a wild boar roughly his own weight for five or six miles straight.
However, without some extraordinary opportunity, his Strength attribute would cap out at 14.
Looking at the panel, Liam’s highest potential attribute was Intelligence, while his lowest was Charisma.
Every time he saw that result, he felt it was fake.
What kind of joke was this?
When he had just transmigrated to Alaska without a penny to his name, it was precisely his silver tongue that won the favor of the widowed landlady of the village’s only tavern, earning him his first warm meal.
That bowl of potato and reindeer stew had been so tender and delicious.
Of course, he conveniently ignored the fact that he ended up washing dishes for days afterward to pay off the meal.
“Hmph!
Do not bully a youth for being poor!” Though Liam remained stubborn, deliberately ignoring the fact that he was no longer a youth, his system was truly about to awaken.
“…Countdown: 3, 2, 1.” [Ding!
Congratulations Host on seeing the sun through the clouds.
The “Cloud Child-Rearing System” has successfully awakened!] Liam stared blankly at the system prompt.
What on earth was “Cloud Child-Rearing”?
He had arrived in the Marvel universe in the early 1990s, and the current year was 1998.
At this time, let alone smartphones with internet access, even personal computers weren’t common in Alaska.
Only “big cities” like Anchorage had access to novelties like the Internet.
Where was he supposed to do “cloud” child-rearing?
Wait—Liam suddenly realized the system prompt had used Chinese.
Could the “cloud” in Cloud Child-Rearing literally mean a physical cloud in the sky?
But how could anyone raise a kid up in the clouds…
*BOOM!* A thunderous blast echoed overhead.
Liam instinctively looked up at the sky and saw something plummeting through the clouds in the morning light.
The object moved at terrifying speed, descending from high above to the mortal realm in the blink of an eye.
It crashed right into the forest where Liam was camped, snapping countless spruces and cedars, plowing a deep trench through the earth.
Then, right before it could crush Liam’s temporary campsite, it ground to a sudden halt.
When the dust and steam cleared, Liam finally saw what had fallen from the heavens.
It was a small spaceship.
The system chimed once more.
[Ding!
The host’s first child to adopt has arrived.
Please inspect and sign for the delivery promptly.] “This…
this…” Liam was struck speechless, but then a realization hit him, and a wave of delight washed over his face.
“…Did they send me Clark?
If so, doesn’t that make me Superman’s dad?!” Although, as a normal man, Liam’s dream was naturally to be Superman himself, being Superman’s father wasn’t unacceptable either.
As long as he taught little Clark to remember one thing—if Dad ever held his palm out toward him, it definitely wasn’t to tell the kid to stay back, but to save his dad as fast as possible no matter what—Liam could basically kick back and enjoy a comfortable life.
With that thought, Liam rushed over to the small spaceship, whose hatch was slowly hissing open.
*Pfft—* Inside the open compartment, a completely naked infant met Liam’s eyes.
The child looked exceptionally healthy.
Even after traveling through space and surviving a high-speed crash landing, he was sprawled out inside the cockpit, sound asleep.
“As expected of C…” Huh?
Liam rubbed his eyes in disbelief, only to confirm that he hadn’t misseen: the baby’s hair was indeed green.
Just then, the baby rolled over, revealing a furry, long tail previously pressed underneath his bottom.
This kid wasn’t Superman—he was a Saiyan!
[Ding!
Host has signed for and successfully adopted the Legendary Super Saiyan, Broly.
Please raise Broly to adulthood properly.] [Ding!
System reward granted.
Host receives Broly’s biological father’s stat template.
Please open the personal status panel to view.] Broly’s biological father?
Liam vaguely remembered him as a minor Saiyan character with ambitions far exceeding his abilities.
Dubious, he opened his status panel.
[Host: Liam Price] [Age: 28] [Strength: 25/150] [Physique: 30/100] [Agility: 25/100] [Intelligence: 13/20] [Charisma: 10/12] [Perception: 20/25] [Talent: Saiyan Upper-Class Warrior] [Skills: Chinese Home Cooking (Intermediate), Vehicle Operation (Beginner), Hunting (Intermediate), Mechanics (Beginner)] [Status: Extremely excited due to attribute growth] Liam couldn’t help being excited.
Aside from Intelligence and Charisma remaining largely unchanged, his Strength, Physique, Agility, and Perception had all undergone massive surges.
More importantly, his original attribute potential limits had been shattered.
Calming down slightly, he deduced that this was mostly due to the new “Saiyan Upper-Class Warrior” talent listed on his panel.
As a warrior race in the universe, Saiyans spent their days either fighting or on their way to a fight, so their physical attributes naturally surpassed those of Earth’s humans by an enormous margin.
Liam picked up a rock from the ground and squeezed gently.
With a crisp *crack*, the rock shattered into eight pieces.
Then, with a light leap, he launched himself straight into the forest canopy, easily grabbing a spruce trunk before landing effortlessly back on the ground.
This power, this agility—wasn’t it miles ahead of Captain America, who went fifty-fifty with everyone in the Marvel world?
However, just as Liam was about to put his hands on his hips and boast, a blast of freezing wind from the Arctic wilderness blew over, instantly snapping him back to reality.
More accurately, the cold wind woke baby Broly up.
The green-haired infant pouted his little lips in displeasure.
At the same time, a terrifying pressure radiated from his tiny body.
The ground began to tremble, flocks of forest birds burst into the air in terror, and wild beasts ran amok as if the entire world were about to be destroyed in the next instant.