American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

Author: Seven Heavens Immortal

Summary:

Harvey Ferguson wakes up to find himself transported to the Marvel universe.

When the Battle of New York began, the six Avengers were filled with despair as they faced the swarming army of Chitauri.

At the crucial moment, Harvey stepped up!

He waved his wand triumphantly at the sky and shouted:

"The rising sun of the East shatters—the darkness!"

"Wait, don't break it yet!"

Hermione Granger pointed her wand at Harvey with ill intent.

"Tell me first, where did you go last night?"

Harvey froze, his face full of innocence, and said, "To be honest, I was just having a few drinks with Wanda, talking about life, and exchanging magical insights."

Hermione, instantly consumed by jealousy, demanded sharply, "Why is your catchphrase 'Tell the truth,' yet you never utter a single truth?"

After saying that, she waved her wand without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

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Keywords: [Dual Realm Flow] [Main Story in Marvel] [Make Wizards Great Again] [No System] [Talent-Based Flow] [Maximum Buff Stacks]

Chapter 1: Free America, Gunfights Every Day!

July 2006, Hell's Kitchen, New York.

In the sweltering summer heat, even the street thugs of Hell's Kitchen didn't want to brave the blazing sun to collect protection money.

Harvey Ferguson, on the other hand, was a workaholic who worked nine to six.

The scariest thing when you wake up isn't finding yourself late for work, but suddenly finding yourself in a strange world.

"Who am I? Where am I? How did I turn into a little kid?"

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings and the several tattooed black men passing by, he saw the greedy look in their eyes.

Harvey was sweating profusely despite the sweltering heat!

After managing to calm himself down, he was shocked to realize that he had turned into an adorable boy with brown hair and blue eyes, who was less than 1.2 meters tall?!

“No wonder those black people looked at me like they wanted to eat me up…” Harvey muttered to himself, staring at his hands that had shrunk several times their original size.

"Wait, they wouldn't be thinking of..."

Fear gripped him, and Harvey opened his mouth, speaking fluent English to the menacing Black people—

"Fuck you! What are you looking at? My boss is in the Crocodile Gang. You want me to have him shoot you all?"

The group of Black men smiled mysteriously and then walked away.

When you go out, your identity is given by yourself.

Fortunately, Harvey was quick-witted and managed to fool the black men by making up an identity on the spot.

As for how he learned to speak fluent English, perhaps the crisis triggered his language potential...?

Never mind, the most important thing now is to figure out where we are.

Harvey observed his surroundings very carefully.

"Wait, why am I so sleepy? Damn it! It's a sleeping potion..."

Caught off guard, Harvey's small face was filled with terror. His short body swayed unsteadily, and he eventually collapsed from exhaustion by the roadside.

As his consciousness faded, he stared wide-eyed at the distance.

A few black thugs were rubbing their hands together, their eyes burning with desire, as they walked towards him.

......

Two hours later.

A handsome little boy, dressed in thin clothes, slowly awoke from the street in Hell's Kitchen.

Harvey hurriedly checked his body first.

Thankfully, everything is alright!

"They robbed me of all the money I had on me."

Still shaken, Harvey got up from the side of the street, brushed off the dust from his clothes, and looked around. The black men were long gone.

"Forget it, money is just an external thing. It's good enough to keep a virgin body. We can't ask for too much."

"Besides, that money belonged to the original owner of this body; it wasn't really his own. Once it's gone, it's gone..."

After comforting himself with an "Ah Q" mentality, Harvey decided to leave this ominous place as soon as possible.

The sun was high overhead; it looked like noon.

Harvey wandered along the street in the 32°C heat.

He hadn't walked far when he saw a hamburger shop.

Smelling the tempting aroma of fried chicken and hamburgers, he couldn't help but stop at the store entrance, rubbing his rumbling belly.

"You can't get anywhere without money, you'd better leave here as soon as possible."

He was traumatized by those black men and was afraid of being drugged again, but he could endure the hunger for a while.

Harvey continued walking along the street, carefully observing his surroundings as he made his way to the intersection.

Based on his many years of life experience.

Traffic police are usually on duty at these busy intersections.

He just needs to find a helpful police officer, and then he can go home.

But when Harvey reached the intersection, his little face was full of astonishment: "Can anyone tell me what's up with that curly-haired, blue-eyed white traffic cop?"

At this moment, Harvey, sweating profusely from the sweltering heat, had his slightly curly brown hair sticking to his forehead, looking both uncomfortable and helpless.

If they continue traveling under the blazing sun, this frail body will likely succumb to heatstroke and collapse.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by.

A few strands of sweaty hair were blown away, and Harvey finally felt a bit cooler, and his mind became much clearer.

In my field of vision, a discarded newspaper floated in the air and just happened to dart past me.

Harvey reacted quickly and grabbed the newspaper.

He squatted down under the shade of a tree by the street, enjoying the cool air while spreading out his slightly wrinkled newspaper on the ground.

Why is there a puddle of unidentified liquid on this newspaper?

Realizing something, Harvey's expression changed, and he instinctively withdrew his small hand with lightning speed, waving it wildly in the air as if trying to shake off something unclean.

"Who's so inconsiderate as to ejaculate in front of a newspaper?"

Just as Harvey was about to get up and leave with a look of disgust on his face, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the newspaper's headline.

It is a photo of a strangely bearded man in a suit holding a pair of twin models at a banquet.

He involuntarily stopped getting up, remaining half-squatting on the ground, and said with a frown:

"No wonder someone would masturbate to the newspaper; even by my standards, these twins are incredibly hot."

"Blonde hair, big waves, delicate features, sexy figure..."

"Wait, that's not the point."

"The key point is that this strange-bearded man is actually named Tony Stark?"

"Holy crap!" Harvey exclaimed.

He rubbed his eyes, looked closely, widened his eyes, and looked again and again.

"That really is Tony Stark!"

According to an interview with a CBA news reporter, Anthony Howard Stark, only 36 years old, is a billionaire, inventor, genius scientist, and CEO of Stark Industries...

[At a press conference on July 3, 2006, Stark Industries announced that it would be jointly developing a new weapon with the military, tentatively named the Jericho missile...]

Upon seeing this, Harvey finally realized that he had traveled through time!

"It's a pity that my mortgage and car loan of over two million...it seems I won't have to pay them back."

"Hehe~"

"No, damn it, how can this be the Marvel world where superheroes are everywhere?"

Harvey, realizing what was happening, looked completely bewildered.

"Everyone knows how dangerous the Marvel universe is; I need to find a way to survive!"

Harvey pondered, "Since I've already transmigrated, I should have some kind of cheat ability, right?"

So a short, handsome boy squatted on the street, shouting into the void, "Open the system page? Cheat code?"

Passersby witnessed this scene.

Many people felt that the child probably had intellectual disabilities, which explained why he was abandoned by his parents and left on the street; it was quite pitiful.

"Ding-dong"

Five one-dollar coins were thrown on the ground in front of Harvey by a passing, obese Black woman.

Feeling humiliated, Harvey clenched his fists, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. He took a deep breath, and then—

He quietly picked up the coins and sincerely thanked the kind-hearted Black woman.

He had previously seen on a sign outside a burger joint that a discounted burger, fries, and cola combo was only five dollars.

Harvey, who was already starving, didn't care about dignity anymore in order to get a bite to eat.