I was so ruly.

  I always thought only trucks could send people to another world, but I never knew even a puter short-circuit could do the job.

  And now, I'm in the Marvel Universe!

  Sitting in a luxurious car, Reid looked up to the sky a out a long sigh, though the brilliant night sky wasn't visible.

  He used to be an ordinary 24-year-old single man living in a. But one pop-up on his puter had transported him to this godforsaken world.

  "Do you want to know the truth of the world?"

  What kind of ridiculous opening is this, straight out of an infinite flow novel? Who even makes viruses like this as a prank?

  And the choices were:

  A. Yes.

  B. Very much yes.

  Naturally, the wise Reid wasn't going to fall for it. He didn't cliything, nor did he close the pop-up using the little X in the er. Instead, he decided to shut down his puter and take it to the repair shop the day.

  But the moment he pressed the power button, a powerful surge of electricity disied his body.

  Everything after that was a blur to Reid. The only thing he remembered was waking up in another world with a brand-new body and being grahe ultimate cliché perk of a transmigrator…

  [Hello, Host. Please open yinner's gift pack.]

  The meical voice echoed in his mind, and Reid let out a helpless sigh.

  That's right—he had the essential system every transmigratets.

  But even with this cheat, Reid couldn't bring himself to feel happy. After all, this was Marvel!

  The same Marvel that loved to stack power levels endlessly, where every other character could dodge ser attacks with light-speed reflexes. A universe where power sg ractically a sport!

  Ahat wasn't even the worst part. The real kicker was the name of his system...

  [DC Role-Pying System, Host~ biu~]

  "Could you please st to act cute with that soulless, robotic voice?!" Reid roared, venting his frustrations.

  In the end, though, he slowly calmed down.

  Life, as the saying goes, is like a drawn bow. If you 't fight back, you might as well learn to enjoy it.

  "System, I'll ask o time—there's absolutely no way for me to return to my inal world, is there?"

  Befning himself to fate, Reid felt pelled to make one final attempt tle.

  [That's correct, Host. Your body has already been pletely disied by high-voltage electricity…]

  "How could a 220-volt current disie a body?! Clearly, you murdered me!"

  Reid suppressed his urge to pin further. He khere was no point in pressing the issue. If he wao survive in this dangerous world, he would he system's help.

  "Alright, show me what you do, system."

  At this moment, Reid felt a sliver of gratitude. Even if this system might be a potential murderer, at least it was responsive. Some transmigrator systems from the stories he'd read would go into 'hibernation' for no reason, leaving their hosts in utter despair.

  [The system manual is included in the beginner's gift pack. Please check it, Host.]

  ...Okay, Reid immediately took back his earlier pliment. This system wasn't much better. It didn't even expin itself—he had to read the manual.

  Sighing, Reid followed the prompt and opehe beginner's gift pack. The system notifimediately sounded:

  [gratutions, Host! You have obtaihe role card: Alfred Pennyworth. Py field: Gotham City. System manual x1.]

  Simple. Too simple.

  And why did the back of the Alfred role card and the Gotham City py field card have Yu-Gi-Oh! patterns? A monster card and a field spell card?! Could this system be any less serious? What kind of joke was this?

  [The system is a Blue-Eyes White Dragon pyer, Host.]

  "Shut up! Stop reading my mind!"

  Reid was pletely defeated. Other people's systems, if not transf into cute anime girls to marry the host, at least came with sweet, soothing voices.

  And here he was, stuck with a system that was not only toneless but also ridiculously nonsensical. What sin had he itted in his past life to deserve this?

  Still, pints aside, Reid carefully read through the system manual and studied the two cards' funs. It didn't take long for him to figure out all the system's features.

  To his surprise, the system was as straightforward as the role cards themselves.

  It all came down to two words: role-pying.

  Role-pying cards transform the user into the corresponding character and grant them that character's abilities. Take, for instahe Alfred card in Reid's hand.

  Upon use, Reid would bee Alfred, the butler behind Batman, and i all of Alfred's knowledge and skills.

  Each character also has a role-pying progression system. By perf as aligned with the character's traits and mission, the role-pying degree increases. As the degree rises, special forms of the character be unlocked. Ultimately, when the role-pying degree reaches 100%, the character card's be split into es. When role-pying is celed, the user's inal body retains a portion of the character's abilities.

  Take the Alfred card as an example again: when the role-pying degree reaches halfway, Reid's inal body retains a corresponding pertage of Alfred's abilities upon g the role-py.

  Ohe degree hits 50%, Alfred's special form, "The Outsider," is unlocked.

  Additionally, every role-pying character es with a mission. pleting the mission rewards the user with new role-pying cards.

  "So basically, I pulled a white trash, huh…"

  Reid had read simir transmigration stories. Others would start as powerhouses—Kizaru, Madara, or some other powerful beings. From the get-go, they could show off and dominate. And here he was, starting out as Alfred, the butler.

  "But on sed thought, bining it with the Gotham City enviro card doesn't seem like a bad start."

  Alfred on his own might just be an exceptional mortal, nowhere he level of superheroes. But if paired with Gotham City, being the butler of Wayne Manor, the starting point suddenly looked pretty det.

  At least he wouldn't have to scam poor Tony Stark at Stark Industries right out of the gate.

  With this realization, Reid didn't hesitate. He immediately used both cards. The Gotham City enviro card merged into the void, sending out ripples that altered the geography of New York State. Near New York City, a bustliropolis appeared—a city rife with crime: Gotham City.

  No one in the world noticed anything unusual. It was as if Gotham City had always been there, not suddenly jured ience.

  The Alfred role-pying card merged into Reid's body, and ripples coursed through him, triggering a transformation.

  His once-average physique became lean and frail, his thick hair thinned out, and a gentleman's e materialized in his hand as a symbol of his new identity.

  Beyond appearahe most notable ge was his newfound strength. Even as the aged Alfred, Reid felt signifitly strohan his inal youthful, fitness-loving self. Truly, ic book characters were on another level.

  However, when Reid saw Alfred's character missioiced something… off.

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