“System, since this ability is only A-rank?
Can it be improved?”
[Obtain a higher evaluation, and there is a chance to strengthen existing abilities!]
“As expected.
So I really can get stronger just by talking?”
[Yes!]
Marcus nodded in satisfaction.
Elegant and effortless.
“This upgrade path suits me perfectly.
I just need to move my mouth.”
“Fighting hand-to-hand like some brute is way too low-level.”
Looking at the current situation,
Marcus hadn’t even gone to the front lines, yet not only did he help resolve a world-ending crisis, he also collected a pile of rewards and took Kara’s first time.
He completely hit the jackpot.
And…
Marcus used Psychokinesis to pull his phone out from a pile of clothes and casually scrolled through it.
[Complete Victory!
Earth Drives Back the Invaders!]
[They’re both aliens, so why is one a saviour and the other an invader?]
[The universe is huge.
Humanity is not alone!]
…
[Breaking News!
The saviour is actually an alien?]
[Investigating the mystery of “Saviour Marcus”, the alien from the M78 Nebula!]
[So this is what the saviour is really like?
Marcus plans to start a family on Earth!]
…
[The man I most want to marry is actually an alien?]
[Breaking News!
You only need three steps to win him over…]
[Women’s idol!
A dream man for girls everywhere!
Has he come to Earth to pick girls?]
…
Positive news about Marcus was flooding every platform.
Entertainment, military, stocks, daily life…
No matter which app he opened,
The front-page headlines were all filled with Marcus’s face.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
was already pushing propaganda for him.
A powerful and handsome saviour who also happened to be an alien?
He instantly became the dream man of countless girls.
If Marcus publicly announced right now that he wanted wives…
Millions would volunteer immediately.
But…
Ordinary women meant nothing to Marcus.
Darcy was technically ordinary too, but she was still an important supporting heroine with “fate” tied to her.
Did they really think the system would reward him for random women?
Just as he was about to get some sleep,
His phone suddenly rang, startling Marcus.
Crack!
He accidentally crushed the phone.
Using the Horse Talisman, he restored it and glanced at the caller ID.
Phil Coulson?
He called back, and the call was answered instantly.
“This better be important,” Marcus said.
“It’s urgent,” Coulson said nervously.
“During the battle, Tony Stark was crushed by the reactor and lost combat capability.
The shrapnel near his heart shifted and entered a blood vessel leading to his brain.
Luckily it didn’t damage his heart, but now he’s in a vegetative state and urgently needs treatment from you!”
Damn…
That bad?
A vegetative state…
So he couldn’t die for now, right?
Marcus casually played with the girls hair as he spoke.
“Oh, that loudmouth middle-aged guy?” Marcus said lazily.
“I remember he still owes me a collectible.
One of those Iron Man suit figures looked pretty good.
Bring me one.”
“Wait!
Please wait!”
The voice suddenly changed to a woman.
“As long as you come, any condition is fine!” she said anxiously.
No need to guess.
The only woman this worried about Tony Stark was Pepper Potts.
Honestly…
She was probably the Marvel heroine Marcus cared about the least.
“Tsk.
I’ve heard that line before,” Marcus said.
“A woman once told me the same thing, then packed her bags and ran off.”
“I swear to God, I absolutely…”
“Yeah, sure.
Anyone who believes in that is an idiot,” Marcus interrupted.
“Can you make decisions for that bastard or not?”
“I…
Sir, what exactly do you want?”
“Forget it.
Just have Coulson send me the address.”
“Thank you!
Sir…”
Marcus hung up before listening to the rest.
Using Psychokinesis, he floated up from between the two girls.
By the time he finished getting dressed, the address had already been sent over.
Marcus walked out of the training room,
And saw Natasha standing outside in a suit, posing deliberately.
“So that’s why nobody came in.
You were guarding the door,” Marcus said knowingly.
“Bring them to New York tomorrow.
I won’t be coming back.”
“Understood, boss!”
Marcus shattered the glass curtain wall, restored it after flying out, then headed straight for New York.
New York-Presbyterian Hospital, top floor.
A massive searchlight projected a huge beam into the sky.
There was no way Marcus could miss it.
“Mr.
Marcus, thank you so much for coming!” Pepper said emotionally.
Marcus raised a hand to stop her.
“I don’t really like that loudmouth guy, so I can save him, but the price will be higher.”
Straight to the point.
Even though this profiteering attitude seriously conflicted with the “saviour” image the media was pushing,
Pepper accepted it calmly.
Since when could American newspapers be trusted?
“It doesn’t matter how much money it costs as long as Tony can be saved!”
Marcus just smiled.
Money?
Did he look like he lacked that?
Without discussing the price further, Marcus had Pepper lead the way.
When they entered the ward,
A group of doctors surrounded the hospital bed, and among them was a familiar face, Stephen Strange.
Marcus only glanced at him before ignoring him completely.
“Huh?
Aren’t you that…
alien?”
“Don’t be rude!
His name is Marcus!”
…
Several female doctors looked extremely excited, their eyes practically glowing.
One of them boldly squeezed her way in front of Marcus.
“Hello!
My name is Christine Palmer!” Palmer said excitedly.
“Thank you for stopping the invasion!
My mother almost died during the attack…
I’m really grateful!”
Marcus gave a gentle smile.
“Sorry, but I need to treat him now.
Could everyone step outside first?”
Palmer and the others froze.
Marcus was also a doctor?
Strange frowned slightly, a hint of hostility appearing in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, everyone,” Pepper said.
“Please step outside for now.
Thank you for cooperating.”
The employer had spoken.
Strange didn’t argue.
He simply gave Marcus a long look, nodded, and turned to leave.
Palmer and the other female doctors looked back reluctantly as they walked out.
He looked even better in person than in the newspapers.
Once everyone had left, Marcus walked over.
Smack!
He immediately slapped Stark across the face.
Pepper was stunned.
She was just about to get angry…
When Stark, who had been half-dead moments ago, suddenly sat upright in bed, clutching his face and glaring at Marcus.
It looked like he was about to explode.
“Tony!
You can move?”
Pepper rushed over in excitement, but stopped herself before hugging him.
“I thought I’d never see you again…”
Stark finally reacted too.
The anger in his eyes faded as he stared at Marcus with a complicated expression.
Even an idiot could tell Marcus slapped him on purpose.
But he really had healed him…
So…
Not only could he not get angry after being slapped, he even had to thank him and pay him?
This money felt awful to spend.
“Just tell me how much you want,” Stark said irritably.
“If you can cure me, it’d still be worth billions, you…”
Marcus rolled his eyes and looked toward Phil Coulson, who had been standing quietly in the background the entire time.
“You explain my price.”
Coulson bowed slightly and stepped forward.
“Mr.
Stark, Mr.
Marcus enjoys collecting rare items, so your payment will need to be valuable collectibles.”
“Collectibles?” Stark suddenly had a bad feeling.
“You mean Van Gogh paintings, things like that?”
“I’m afraid…
Mr.
Marcus isn’t particularly interested in Earth’s cultural collectibles,” Coulson said carefully.
Stark understood instantly.
They wanted the Iron Man suits.
“Anything except the suits is negotiable,” Stark said cautiously.
Marcus responded with a mocking smile.
“Other than those giant action figures, what else here is worth me making a move?”
Stark: “…”
“Within three days, send over the newest suit model.
That’s what you already owed me before,” Marcus said directly.
“As for today’s treatment fee, when your suits get upgraded in the future, I’ll come collect another one.”
After saying that,
He turned and left without another glance.
Leaving Stark sitting there with an ugly expression.
“Mr.
Stark, it’s best if you follow Mr.
Marcus’s request,” Coulson advised.
“Otherwise, regardless of what Mr.
Marcus decides to do, S.H.I.E.L.D.
has no authority to interfere…”
More accurately, they lacked the ability to interfere.
The guy casually handed out life-saving treasures.
With power and wealth like that, who knew how terrifying the force behind him really was?
Coulson hurried after Marcus, leaving Stark looking even more annoyed.
Wasn’t it just some trash talk at the beginning?
The guy was still holding a grudge over it?
What a petty bastard.
…
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