Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 105 A Wonderful Life

Chapter 104 A Wonderful Life

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North America.

On a bustling street in Manhattan, a young man is reclining comfortably in a folding chair, quietly sipping his milk tea under a lace parasol.

After savoring the Mixue Ice Cream he had just opened across the ocean, he didn't forget to wink at the three girls next door who were also enjoying their milk tea.

"Yeah, I think he's looking at me."

"Who said that? He's Asian, maybe he's just here to see me."

"Are you Mexican-American?"

"But I think our skin tones are about the same, look."

Well, while the three sisters, whose memories had been erased, were still arguing about who this charming man was looking at, Hanlu suddenly reached out and silently waved to the military-looking man walking towards her from a distance.

The newcomer smiled and sat down next to Hanlu without any hesitation. He even ordered a milk tea similar to Hanlu's, which seemed to be a three-ingredient milk tea.

After telling the clerk he wanted extra sugar, he picked it up and drank it happily.

"Everything is back to normal."

"Yes, and it seems you got a promotion too."

John looked down at himself—he shouldn't have told anyone about this, right?

But for Hanlu, as he looked back on everything, he found himself becoming increasingly strange.

There is a lot of information that he doesn't need to see at all; he can understand it simply by interpreting the world.

If this were moved to the neighboring Super God Academy, would it be considered analyzing the Dark Dimension?

It does not matter.

The two of them were looking at the tower in the distance that seemed to have been completely dismantled. If it were in the past, it would have had a big A on it!

"Have you ever considered becoming a hero again? If you went out with your current power, you could say that you accidentally encountered some kind of mutation, had plastic surgery and gained the power of light, or that a meteorite fell from the sky and hit you."

As Hanlu spoke, she became quite animated.

Honestly, there's a saying that goes: the rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation.

Although John had some funds, he wasn't exactly rich, so mutation was the best way for him to obtain his power.

He had already prepared the plot: Imagine you were hit by a shooting star while you were sleeping at night.

"Who knows, you might actually become the next Captain America! How about fighting alongside your idol?"

John neither agreed nor disagreed with Hanlu's teasing, but he simply listened to him carefully before shaking his head.

He looked at the Evolution Trustee in his hand, which resembled a dagger.

"No. I accepted this power so that I could help more people, but now—they don't need me anymore."

Of course, there are many other places in the world that need help.

I want to leave the military; maybe I can become a photographer, a war photographer.

I want to go to the Middle East and see for myself. I have a friend there who keeps telling me about some really awful things happening there!

As he spoke, John's pupils became serious, even showing a hint of ferocity.

Honestly, after personally slaughtering all the zombie humans on Earth, he could be considered a world-destroying demon king in some ways.

But as he said, he wants to help people and protect humanity's hope by any means necessary, but that doesn't mean he'll protect the scum.

When he was young, he did admire heroes like Captain America, but after he actually became such a hero, or even a savior, he felt that he should do something truly right.

"If I demonstrate my strength, those idiots might force me onto the dissection table by order or honor."

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John had a self-deprecating look on his face.

He felt like he had seen through many things. He felt like there were many things he hadn't seen clearly, but what if he had?

Should we smash everything with one punch?

But the problem is that even he, a soldier, understands that even the worst order is better than no order at all.

No matter how chaotic this order may be, as long as it can function and maintain a sound administrative system, it's best not to mess with it until a foolproof solution is found.

I respect your opinion.

The two talked a lot more, about their meetings, their fights, and their space adventures, and they had a lot of fun.

As they chatted, Hanlu inexplicably became melancholic—

They said everything had gotten better, then back to normal, but—

The crisis of cosmic collisions still lingers in his mind.

He wasn't sure how many years this world had left. The only thing he was sure of was enjoying the present moment, at least indulging in a little bit of recklessness and having his fill of fun for now.

Once he's rested, we'll continue to think of solutions.

He doesn't want to be dancing on the brink of life and death every day anymore, okay?

It's so tiring, okay?

"Sir, your milk tea."

"Thank you—oh, Belfast?"

The silver-haired maid ship girl tilted her head slightly. John took the milk tea offered by her with some uncertainty, then glanced at Hanlu beside him, who seemed to understand everything.

"I discovered that my abilities can, to some extent, create certain special beings; at the very least, I have permitted their birth."

And if nothing unexpected happens, their true forms should still be on the other side of the ocean right now.

"Oh, I understand."

John sipped his milk tea while glancing at the maid sitting next to Hanlu.

At this moment, the silver-haired girl's eyes were filled with deep love.

At least in his eyes, Hanlu seemed a little uncomfortable—yes, that's right, it's still the same old saying: Can't the world I saved enjoy itself?

Moreover, the enjoyment comes from the figurines they created themselves.

In addition, as a gentleman, he must have asked for their opinions.

so----

They had already engaged in in-depth discussions, based on mutual consent.

When it comes to matters of the heart, Hanlu finds it hard to explain.

Just kidding. As straight men, they only have one thought: if it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Isn't it exhausting to deal with all this emotional mess?

In addition, the other party is fair-skinned, beautiful, and has long legs. She is both literate and martial, and can handle both social and domestic affairs. It seems like I've made a profit by marrying her, even though she's someone I created myself.

Recently, he seems to be thinking about changing his nationality. By the way, which country allows polygamy?

It's no wonder that Hanlu's thinking is so stable and her methods so normal. Someone with greater ambition might have already directly attacked the World Government, become king, and then built a harem.

But I'm sorry, I still don't have that mindset for Cold Dew.

What? An aura of dominance?

It has absolutely nothing to do with him.

At this time, he was arguably the richest man in the world, and possibly the most powerful man, with countless amounts of gold falling out with a snap of his fingers.

Just kidding, does he need that?

What can't you do with money?

Why would he bother with all that effort?

"By the way, where are Bob and Saul? Where did they go?"

John couldn't help but feel curious as he thought of his two other companions who could only resist that power of time reversal.

Hearing this, Hanlu smiled gently and looked up at the azure sky.

"They all have their own things to do."

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