章 2: Chapter 1: I Traveled Through Space, Time and Still Suffered—Wasn't That Travel a Waste?
(Translator Here - This is a Chinese translated novel, so there will be situations like, China namba wan, and heavy racism. I have tried to clean the racism but still some remairemains.Please comment if you find some of these lines. I will edit them)
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"Get down here!"
United States of America, New York City, between 9th and 10th Avenues on 39th Street.
A blue-and-white-painted Chevrolet police car, labeled "NYPD," came to a stop. Two overweight officers in black uniforms, one Black and one white, stepped out.
The white officer yanked a young Asian man from the back seat: "You yellow monkey, this is where you belong!"
The man glared at him coldly: "White pig, you stink!"
The white officer frowned and punched him hard in the stomach, making him bend over in pain.
The Black officer watched with amusement: "Alright, Jaden, leave him here. This is Hell's Kitchen; he won't last ten days!"
The young Asian man struggled to stand up and flipped off the Black officer: "Go pick cotton, Blackie!"
(A/N- Dammm)
"Damn it, you Asian scum—"
The Black officer flew into a rage, reaching for his gun as if ready to shoot the man who dared to provoke him.
Now it was the white officer's turn to smile.
He held the Black officer back and pushed him into the car: "Isaac, calm down. There are people around. We can't act here."
The Black officer spat in anger and sulked in the passenger seat.
The white officer glanced back at the young Asian man, as if trying to burn his image into memory.
Before driving off, he gave a menacing look: "Hey yellow monkey, I've got my eye on you. If you leave Hell's Kitchen, I'll drag you back here again, until you die."
The police car roared away, leaving the Asian man crouching on the ground.
People walking by wore indifferent expressions, avoiding him as they passed.
After a long while, the man straightened up, staring blankly at the rundown streets and the mix of Black, white, brown, and yellow faces around him.
He was in shock.
His name was Cohen Wang, but in his past life, he was Wang Wei, a fresh migrant.
Originally, he was an ordinary worker in China, over thirty, with nothing to his name. After ten years of struggle in a big city, he returned with the same youthful dreams but an empty wallet.
Jobless and broke, he started writing a novel.
It was a complete failure.
He earned a meager $6.78 a day, and the few remaining readers were relentless critics.
Late one night, while furiously responding to a particularly harsh reader, a stubborn lump of phlegm got stuck in his throat. One moment he was coughing, and the next, he was gone.
(T/L- well, this is a new way to die)
As his consciousness faded, fear gripped his heart: "Mom, I'll never badmouth the readers again!"
When he opened his eyes again, he had been transformed into a young and handsome homeless Asian man in New York City.
He had nothing.
Not even clear memories from this new body's life, except for fluency in English.
Lonely, helpless, afraid—he had traveled through space, time for nothing!
All he could think was: "If this was the outcome, why didn't they just bury me?"
With nowhere to go, he became a striking figure on the streets of New York City.
Historically, beauty attracts trouble.
His good looks soon drew unwanted attention.
Several ragged, dazed-looking homeless men approached him.
One of them, a scruffy, middle-aged Asian man with a swollen forehead, even brushed up against him!
"What the hell!"
Having been a 33-year-old in his past life and now a 22-year-old in this one, adding up to over fifty years of life experience, he'd never been groped by a man!
He immediately swung a punch, leaving the man incapacitated.
That's when the two racist cops found him.
The crowd scattered, and the man with the swollen forehead lay stiff as a corpse.
Cohen knew America was a police state where officers wielded enormous power, so he cooperated.
But when the white officer pressed his hands behind his back, he muttered a slur: "Damn yellow- monkeys!"
How could he take that?
His last life was full of hardships and humility, but after being reborn, did they still think they could treat him like this?
Wasn't this rebirth a waste?
He had nothing to lose.
He fired back: "Who are you calling a yellow monkey, you white pig? Look at your fat, greasy face. You look more like a pig than a man! You should quit being a cop and work at a breeding farm instead. Raise a litter of white piglets and live a happy life with your pig family!"
The white officer was stunned, his face turning red as he stammered: "You, you…"
Before he could say more, the Black officer stormed over and grabbed Cohen by the collar: "Yellow monkey, how dare you insult my partner?"
"Hmph!"
Cohen turned away in disdain: "Go home and eat watermelon, Blackie! I'm talking to your master!"
(T/L- Now he's asking for it Lol)
"Damn it…"
The result of his verbal tirade result was a brutal beating and then being dumped in Hell's Kitchen.
When the officers mentioned "Hell's Kitchen," he thought he had misheard.
But when he straightened up and saw the flamboyant Stark Tower in the distance, he was dumbfounded.
"Damn it, it's the Marvel Universe!"
Who tf sent him here?
No money, no home, he could endure that. Becoming an illegal immigrant, he could endure that. Getting beaten by the cops, he could endure that. But the Marvel Universe?
Why didn't they just kill him? It wouldn't take much effort!
After a moment of shock, he remembered something, his eyes brightening as he looked east, muttering under his breath.
"Master... Ancient One, we're practically from the same part of the world. Could you send me back to my original world? Life here is too hard….Please"
Silence.
The portal he hoped for never appeared.
Disappointed.
Weary.
Enduring the pain in his chest, he sat down in a corner, surrounded by the stench of the nearby garbage cans.
He felt pain along his ribs, wincing as sharp pain radiated—perhaps one, maybe two broken ribs.
Leaning against the wall, he sighed deeply.
Given his current situation, it seemed unlikely he'd live long enough to exact revenge on the two crooked cops.
Just as he was considering whether to endure hunger for a few days or jump into a vat of chemical or nuclear waste to randomly gain a superpower, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Host found]
[System of the God of Punishment activated.]
The system was here!
With excitement, Cohen checked the system.
[Name: Cohen Wang.
Age: 22.
Bloodline: Human.
Status: Minor injuries, right 7th rib fractured, left 11th rib fractured, minor lung hemorrhage.
Strength: 5 (average for a normal person: 5)
Speed: 5 (average for a normal person: 5)
Defense: 5 (average for a normal person: 5)
Constitution: 5 (average for a normal person: 5)
Spirit: 8 (average for a normal person: 5)
Skills: None
Abilities: None
Items: None
Dungeons: Locked.
Parallel Universes: Locked.
Iron-grade prey: 0/1]
[Ding, detecting that the host's health condition is not good, granting initial privilege (one-time use).
Initial privilege: Mission reward upgrade, double rewards.]
A glint of light flashed in Cohen's eyes. With the system, his revenge was within reach!
(Note: The story's universe is primarily based on the movies, with supplementary content from shows and comics.Please do not treat it like following the exact MCU, because it's just a story now, so there will be discrepancies.If there are conflicts, the author holds the final explanation rights, haha.)
(End of Chapter)
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