American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Marvel Universe, Manhattan, New York.

It was 10 a.m., and the sun was shining brightly.

The sun here is intense and direct, generously showering its light upon this steel forest.

At the intersection of Broadway and Seventh Avenue, the once bustling crowd suddenly stirred into a commotion.

The sunlight in the air suddenly flickered, and the surrounding light gathered together.

Countless golden light particles gathered out of thin air, first outlining a tall and slender human figure.

Immediately afterwards, the illusory light and shadow quickly solidified, transforming into a young man with long, casually disheveled hair.

His skin had a translucent, jade-like quality, with faint golden veins flowing in the sunlight.

Simply standing there, he seemed to become the center of light for the entire neighborhood.

"vomit."

Before Xiu En could even strike a cool entrance pose, he suddenly gagged from his left shoulder.

A sunflower with golden veins on its leaves sprouted from Xiu En's shoulder, its flower head drooping listlessly, as if it were extremely carsick.

"What kind of lousy driving skills are those?!"

You could tell from Ivy's voice that she really felt like vomiting.

"This journey was like being thrown into a washing machine with bleach!"

"That's dimensional turbulence, my dear little flower."

Xiu En reached out and straightened the flowerpot on his shoulder, looking at his new body with great interest.

"And to be fair, you bought the ticket yourself; I mean, you were the one who insisted on attaching it."

He clenched his fist, and pure light energy danced at his fingertips.

The feeling was strange, light and airy, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, but he knew that as long as the sun was still in the sky, he would not disappear.

"Is this the other world you were talking about?"

Ivy finally recovered, the flower head spun around, and the two leaves twitched as if rubbing their hands together.

"The air is surprisingly good. I don't smell any rotten mud, but rather car exhaust and fried fast food? It's really vibrant."

"Indeed."

Xiu En took a deep breath.

"The sun here tastes different. Younger? Or perhaps too sugary? It gives the whole city a kind of exhilarating, ready-to-explode vibe."

He looked up and gazed at the landmark building in the distance.

The huge "STARK" logo on Stark Tower has been replaced with the Avengers' "A".

"Do you see that?"

Xiu En pointed to the distance.

"The owner of that building is said to be even richer than Bruce. And his aesthetic is clearly more to my liking; the red and gold armor looks delicious."

At this point, the passersby finally realized what was happening.

In New York, a place where superheroes are everywhere and aliens are as common as dogs, the public's acceptance threshold has long been raised to an extremely high level.

Upon seeing a glowing figure appear, everyone pulled out their phones.

"Hey! Who's that? A new superhero?"

"Looks like an artist who does holographic projection?"

"The lighting effects were so realistic! Even the individual strands of hair were glowing!"

Several bold passersby even came up and tried to touch Xiu En's clothes, but their fingers passed right through the light and shadow, only feeling a warm sensation.

Xiu En didn't care about the offense and cooperated by giving a peace sign to the camera.

"The fans here are much more enthusiastic than in Gotham."

He said to Ivy.

"In Gotham, someone would have already drawn their gun or called the police by now."

As if to confirm Xiu En's assessment of vitality, a loud boom suddenly came from afar.

A plume of black smoke rose from several blocks away.

Then came the familiar sound of sirens and some strange electronic sound effects.

"It seems that New York, no matter which world it is, is never idle."

Xiu En grinned, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"Let's go, Ivy. As bystanders, we're professionals now."

His feet were slightly off the ground, and he floated lightly towards the direction of the explosion, carried by the air currents in the street.

"This body feels surprisingly light."

Xiu En clenched his fist, and the light particles at his fingertips gathered and dispersed with his movements.

Without the support of bones, without the stretching of muscles, you can't even feel gravity.

In this world of extremely high color saturation, he was like a ghost who had painted the wrong layers.

He did a quick test.

It can even go through walls? No problem.

The concrete structure here is denser than in Gotham, probably because it doesn't need to be repaired as often.

Effort? It's probably only one-thousandth of the original body's strength.

But this is only one-thousandth of the sun god's power, enough to light up the entire Manhattan night sky, or blind an ordinary person.

Most importantly, the passage connecting to the main body remains stable.

"If there really is some tough nut to crack here that I can't handle either."

Xiu En looked up at the bright, shining sun overhead.

"I just pulled the others over there too. Two against one, a righteous brawl."

"Save your breath!"

"The sunflower on her shoulder, Ivy, rolled her eyes."

You should familiarize yourself with all the roads here first.

The street sign over there says Broadway, do you know where that is?

"I don't know, but it sounds expensive."

Just as they were passing a hot dog stand on 42nd Street, someone called out to him.

"Hey! That glowing young man!"

A strong, resonant voice suddenly rang out clearly amidst the clamor of traffic.

Xiu En was stunned for a moment.

But he still stopped.

Following the sound, he saw an elderly man wearing brown sunglasses and with a neatly trimmed gray beard standing behind the hot dog stand, holding a pair of tongs and smiling at him.

Xiu En felt that he looked somewhat familiar, but didn't think much of it.

"Are you calling me?"

Xiu En pointed to his glowing nose.

"Who else is there besides you? You're the only one on the whole street who looks like a Christmas tree that just had its bulb replaced with a high-wattage one."

The old man flipped the sausage over, and the sizzling sound of the oil was particularly pleasant to hear.

"Are you new here? Or is it some old Glowing Man costume? These days, superheroes' fashion sense is getting more and more incomprehensible."

"I am a tourist."

Xiu En drifted closer, temporarily abandoning his gossip, and began to observe the old man with great interest.

He was just an ordinary human being, with no energy fluctuations whatsoever.

But in this world full of mutations, magic, and aliens, he possesses a composure that seems to be one with the foundation of the world.

"Tourists are great! They bring far more GDP to this city than those guys who are always demolishing buildings."

The old man didn't ask any further questions. He picked up a hot dog, squeezed a generous layer of mustard on it, and handed it over.

"Want one? This is the best hot dog in Manhattan. Even if you're made of light, you should try it."

Xiu En looked down at the hot dog, then at his translucent hand.

"I really want to, but I didn't bring any money. And I probably don't have a stomach either."

He answered honestly.

"No money? Ha, heroes are always broke."

The old man wasn't angry, nor did he even try to take it back. He took a big bite himself and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Spider-Man can't afford rent, Iron Man has money beyond measure, and as for not having a stomach? That's just an excuse for you young people. If you don't enjoy life, what's the point of saving the world?"

He swallowed the food in his mouth, pushed up his sunglasses, and his eyes, through the lenses, seemed to see through the dimensional radiance behind Xiu En.

He pointed to the top of his head.

"Don't be too tense, kid. No matter where you come from, now that you're here, don't just shine; take a look at the scenery around you sometimes. There are some fascinating stories here."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

"Alright, stop blocking my business. If that young man in the tight-fitting clothes comes, tell him to stop swinging on my stall. He almost spilled my wasabi last time!"

Xiu En stood there stunned for two seconds.

He couldn't help but chuckle when the old man started hawking his wares again, completely ignoring his presence.

"interesting."

"That old man..."

Ivy's projection was also peeking out from under Xiu En's shoulder.

"I didn't sense anything unusual, but he felt even more unfathomable than Bruce. Like someone who was watching the world. He had a story to tell about him. If this were a book, or a movie, he would be the one sitting behind the projector."

"Perhaps this is a unique feature of this kind of world."

Xiu En floated up again, looking at the steaming hot dog stand, and his mood suddenly improved. Most importantly, he started to have an appetite.

"An ordinary person who would persuade a god to eat a hot dog is really something."

Just then, a red and blue figure swept over their heads with a strange cry, shooting out a white thread that stuck to a car that had lost control and fallen off the overpass.

"Oh, sorry sir! I think I just heard you talking about me? But I'm busy right now!"

The figure in mid-air casually gave an awkward salute to Xiu En, the ball of light.

"Hey, if you can help me catch that car!"

"Oh no! Has this truck eaten too many donuts? It's so heavy!"

The situation is not optimistic.

The spider silk was taut and made a faint cracking sound as if it was about to snap.

The truck was suspended more than ten meters above the ground, and the chubby driver inside was screaming louder than a police siren.

"Hey! Sir inside! If you could stop yelling so loudly, I could save some energy!"

Spider-Man complained as he tried his best to swing the truck back onto the overpass.

"Or you could try throwing up your lunch to reduce the weight!"

"Boom——"

Finally, a spider silk could no longer bear the weight and snapped with a crisp sound.

The truck dipped downwards, startling the crowd below who scattered and fled.

"It seems the basic superhero skills here still need some practice."

Xiu En shook his head, his body transforming into a streak of light as he glided lightly beneath the truck.

He simply raised his right hand and snapped his fingers at the fallen metal car.

"rise."

The sunlight that had been filling the surroundings froze instantly.

As if responding to a military order, the golden particles quickly gathered at the bottom of the truck, weaving a huge and flexible golden net of light.

The truck seemed to be held up by a gentle giant hand, hovering steadily half a meter above the ground.

The light net not only counteracted the kinetic energy of the fall, but also thoughtfully provided an exit at the car door.

Wow!

Spider-Man above was stunned, even forgetting to fire a new web, hanging in mid-air with his big eyes wide open on his mask.

"What kind of new technology is this? Has Mr. Stark finally developed a portable anti-gravity light wave? Or is it some kind of new magic? But this light looks so sacred!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Xiu En caused the light net to slowly dissipate, allowing the truck to land completely.

The driver scrambled out and began making the sign of the cross in front of Xiu En, this luminous humanoid figure.

"You're welcome. Remember to give that kid in the tight-fitting clothes a good review; he did his best."

Shum floated up until he was level with Spider-Man, who was hanging upside down.

"Hi, new here?"

Spider-Man flipped over and crouched on top of the lamppost, curiously examining Xiu En.

"Your suit's special effects are really cool! Is it a holographic projection? Or some kind of nanofiber? By the way, can you turn off that aperture? It's a bit dazzling and not very safe for traffic."

"This is a divine skin, available for a limited time only."

Xiu En pointed to his semi-transparent face.

"As for your battle suit, the color scheme is too bright, it really looks like a tomato and egg dish that can swing on a swing."

"Hey! This is a classic color scheme!"

Spider-Man protested, but his tone was full of curiosity.

"Where are you from? Are you an Inhuman? A mutant? Or some kind of S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who doesn't want to reveal their name?"

"I am a passing sun."

Xiu En pointed to the real sun in the sky.

"By the way, which pizza place around here is the best? I'm looking for one with a thick crust and cheese that stretches for two meters."

"Joe's Pizza is just up ahead, turn left. The owner is a bit stingy, but wow."

Before Peter Parker could finish speaking, the bustling New York streets around him suddenly flipped ninety degrees, like a shattered jigsaw puzzle.

The once vertical buildings have become the ground, the vehicles are suspended upside down overhead, and the hurried pedestrians have vanished in an instant, replaced by a constantly repeating geometric space.

Xiu En raised an eyebrow, looking at the asphalt road beneath his feet, which had transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors.

"Spatial folding? And with a touch of psychological suggestion added."

He stretched out his finger and poked at the barrier in the air, the halo of light at his fingertip stirring up a golden ripple.

"It seems the administrators here are more sensitive than I thought."

"What's going on? Inception? Or is my spider-sense malfunctioning?"

The little spider was pressed against the street lamp, which was now horizontal, and the eyes on its mask were opening and closing.

"Hey bro, is that a special effect from your side?"

"No, this is my way of hospitality."

A calm and gentle voice rang out on the empty street.

With a burst of crackling golden sparks in the air, a perfect circle appeared out of thin air.

A thin, bald woman wearing a yellow monk's robe emerged from among them.

She held a seemingly ordinary folding fan in her hand, her gaze clear as water, yet seemingly able to see through countless timelines at a glance.

Ancient One.

The Supreme Master of Earth.

It is also the biggest creditor on this planet.

"Visitors from another dimension."

Gu Yi closed the folding fan and nodded slightly to Xiu En.

"Your radiance is dazzling, even a little too dazzling. Even across three dimensions, I can feel the true essence of that blazing sun."

"I never expected that I would run into the landlord of this place when I just came out to find a pizza shop."

Although Shu En didn't know much about Marvel, he did recognize the Ancient One. He landed gracefully, slightly dimming his aura as a sign of respect.

"Nice to meet you, Venerable Master. I am Zhaoming, you may also call me Xiu'en."

"Zhaoming...like the rising sun, shining in all directions. A good name."

Gu Yi smiled, her gaze sweeping over the sunflower Ivy on Xiu En's shoulder.

"And this lady, so full of natural charm? She's a rare guest too."

Ivy's flowerpot immediately tensed up.

Although it was just a clone, she could sense the terrifying, suffocating energy contained within this woman.

It is an abyss formed by the convergence of magic from countless dimensions.

"The smell on you..."

Xiu En's nose twitched.

"There's a musty smell, like something from the darker dimension, and a hint of the metallic scent of time. Looks like you're under a lot of pressure, Master."

"There is always a price to pay for protecting."

Gu Yi did not deny it, and even generously showed off the Eye of Agamotto on his chest.

"We are all people who walk on the edge of the rules."

Spider-Man, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't help but interject: "Wait, you two know each other? And why are you bald? Should I get a haircut right now to fit in?"

"Peter, be quiet."

The Ancient One only said one sentence, and Spider-Man's mouth seemed to be zipped up, only able to make whimpering sounds.

She looked at Shuen again: "Since you're here, it must be fate. As long as you don't disrupt the reality of this dimension, Kamar-Taj doesn't reject friendly visitors. We can even discuss the applications of light energy."

She was testing the waters.

Even if Xiu En appears harmless now, as a guardian, she must ascertain the faction of a living avatar of the sun god who has entered Earth.

Xiu En smiled, a smile so radiant that it brightened the entire mirrored space.

"I'm only interested in two things. First, the food here. Second, how are the heroes here doing?"

Xiu En opened his hand, and a golden lotus of light condensed in his semi-transparent palm.

"As for vandalism? I'm not that big purple guy next door. I'm a civilized tourist."

The Ancient One looked at the lotus of light, which was a very high level of pure energy, without any impurities or malice, and could even suppress the restless dark power within her.

"Since that's the case..."

With a flick of his wrist, the dizzying mirrored space around him vanished instantly, returning to the bustling streets of New York.

The three of them seemed to be in a frozen time bubble, completely unnoticed by outsiders.

"Since you're looking for the best food, let's start with the best tea."

With a casual stroke of her pen, a new Spark Portal opened in front of Xiu En.

Opposite the door is a quaint, quiet room filled with the gentle aroma of tea.

"Please, Sun God from another world."

Shuen glanced at the portal, then at Spider-Man beside him, who was panting heavily after the silencing spell was lifted.

"Would you like to come with me for tea, or for pizza?"

Xiu asked the little spider jokingly.

"Uh...do I have a choice?"

Peter glanced at the stern-looking bald female mage and shrank back.

"I think I'd better go get some pizza, and remember to get me an autograph! If you guys don't start fighting!"