Marvel Gashapon Maniac

Chapter 50 is probably about ideological differences.

"An unidentified flying object suddenly crashed and damaged a tourist attraction in Britain?" Fu You looked at the news on TV with a bit of confusion.

Was this plot point in the original work?

Fu You scratched his head, unable to recall.

"But at least Peter's photo came in handy. Making models can actually earn you some extra money."

Fu You sat leisurely in the living room, watching TV and complaining about the news.

"Why bother going all the way to England to participate in the plot? I want to be a refreshing time traveler and let the plot develop on its own."

This is not because someone is afraid of heights and doesn't want to fly; absolutely not.

Although someone didn't want to affect the plot, unfortunately the plot had already gone completely off the rails like a husky that had broken free of its reins.

The person who felt this most deeply was the spicy shredded chicken who was being chased.

Originally intended as the boss of Thor 2, a key figure in the film, he's now being chased and thrown into chaos.

Odin personally intervened, and even his cursed warriors, created using ether particles, were helpless and could only temporarily avoid his attacks.

British citizens experienced a thrill similar to what happened in New York: an alien battle in naked-eye 3D with AoE.

British citizens fled in panic, seeking cover or hiding in their rooms.

If this were a New York citizen, they might grab a shovel and start fighting the aliens.

Of course, I'm talking about a shovel for digging, not the kind used for cooking. If someone were to use a cooking shovel to attack aliens, they'd probably be Chinese.

"It's so great to have a system that doesn't give out mandatory tasks," Fu You said casually, taking a sip of his cola.

In many novels, the systems created by authors to motivate the protagonist are all mandatory tasks.

The protagonist is forced to do all sorts of ridiculous punishments, such as being wiped out if he fails to complete a mission or being castrated for 100 years if he fails to complete a mission.

And this system is just as lazy as I am. It posts tasks on the task bar, like a mercenary guild, you either accept them or leave them aside.

Just as Fu You was considering whether to cook a dish to celebrate, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

"Huh? Who is it? It's not mealtime yet." Fu You scratched his head, a little puzzled. Usually, people who came to freeload would come during mealtimes, so it was really rare for someone to come to him before mealtime.

“Mr. Fu You, this is Miss Vishir,” Jarvis explained, appearing at the opportune moment.

"Huh? What's she doing here?" The visitor was unexpected for Fu You.

The two rarely met, since Fu You had no reason to contact her.

Fu You instructed Jarvis to open the door and let Vishir into the house.

"What brings you here all of a sudden? Is there something the organization is planning?" Fu You asked bluntly.

Although I had previously learned about the [Cut] organization from Vishir, but...

However, this organization has been around for so long that it has nothing but a scout, and Fu You has almost forgotten that the organization exists.

A white-collar general imprisoned in jail roared in anger.

“No.” Vishir shook his head.

"Could it be that the overlap of the Nine Realms caused some problems?" Fu You wondered, stroking his chin.

"I'm here to freeload a meal," Vishir said without batting an eye.

"Huh? What is this?" Fu You was dumbfounded.

What was this guy thinking, saying such shameless things with that expressionless face?

"Just freeloading." Vishield repeated expressionlessly.

"Okay, no need to repeat myself, I understand." Fu You rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Never mind, I haven't eaten either, let's eat together."

Vishir paused for a moment upon hearing this, then glanced at the clock on the wall.

2 p.m.

Then he looked at Fu You with a strange expression.

Fu You, without blushing or skipping a beat, said, "It's not normal to forget to eat when you're playing games at home. You should eat in the afternoon."

Looking at Fu You's self-righteous demeanor, Vishir couldn't help but think, "What's wrong with this guy? How can he say such shameless things with such an air of self-righteousness?"

……

Fu You then cooked a few dishes and ate with Vishir.

"You're not really bored at home, are you? You just came over to freeload a meal, are you?" Fu You couldn't help but ask.

Visher paused, then replied, "Gwen went on vacation and finished her cup noodles."

Fu You's lips twitched.

"You don't usually eat instant noodles, do you?"

“Gwen usually cooks the meals; we’re neighbors.”

Fu You hadn't paid attention to this issue before; he only remembered that Vishir always appeared with Gwen, but he hadn't really considered it.

So it was the owner?

"You can't cook at all? Does your organization eat in the cafeteria?" Fu You asked, somewhat curious.

An organization that travels across the world can't possibly eat instant noodles, can it?

“The organization used to not have a canteen, and people rarely stayed at the organization to eat.”

"In the past?" Fu You raised an eyebrow, having discovered the key point.

"The [Splitting] organization has split up before. The current organization is called the Three-Person Council, which is a joint decision-making body composed of three council members of the same level."

Vishir explained the organization's status to Fu You.

The organization was previously divided into two factions due to internal strife. The old organization's faction was defeated and became known as the "Gray Zone," while the new organization took over and became the "Three-Person Council."

Vishir was once a member of the Gray Zone. Back then, the organization's teleportation devices had no limit on the number of uses, and people could find food in other worlds, so no one cared whether the organization had a canteen.

As a result, during the period of the War of Division, the Gray Zone secretly took away most of the teleportation energy cores in order to preserve the teleportation.

This also limits the number of times the organization can transmit data, as it requires recharging.

"I never expected something like this to happen." Fu You listened with great interest, munching on his fried egg, as if it were gossip.

"Then why did you betray the organization? Even if you're no longer working in the gray area, you could still go to the three-person council and swear allegiance, right?"

Vishir glanced at the instant noodle commercial on TV, said nothing, and simply shook his head and sighed.

“I can’t get along with them,” Vishir said calmly.

"So it was a clash of ideologies?" Fu You thought to himself.

Just as he was about to ask more questions, the phone suddenly rang. The caller was Tony.

"Hey? Tony, what's up?"

"Fu You, have you seen the news?" Tony asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

Hearing this excited tone, Fu You replied with extreme decisiveness:

No! I didn't see it.

"It's okay if you haven't seen it. I'll tell you something. There's another alien scare going on in Britain. Shall we go help them out?"

What do you mean by "alien disturbance"? Your description is a bit strange.

“If you fly from New York, the fighting will probably be over by then. Why are you getting involved?” Fu You advised.

"It's alright, I have a plan."

Just as Tony finished speaking, a welding door appeared next to Fu You.

Fu You's lips twitched; he already knew who it was.

Tony poked his head out of the door:

"The experienced driver has arrived, get in the car quickly."

1. As usual, I'm asking for all sorts of things.

2. Why are so many of you targeting Thor's brother? How can you do this to your Thor?

3. (See picture below) What kind of culinary disaster is this?

Chapter 51 Peter Parker, the Ordinary Student

"Oh no! Aliens have invaded!" The British public was terrified and fled in all directions after the crashed spaceship.

In response, some New Yorkers who were tourists from New York calmly took out their phones and took pictures of the aliens.

"What's the big deal? It's just some aliens." A New York resident scoffed.

Although the Dark Elf's ship crashed, it was followed by Asgardian pursuers.

It's fortunate that Marvel didn't hide its mystique from the public; otherwise, just figuring out how to explain such a massive spectacle would have driven the logistics department bald.

We can't just use a gas pipeline explosion as an excuse, can we? Hmm... it seems like Coulson from some other universe really likes that reason.

The special effects of the alien war unfolded in Britain. After Peter took down a few dark elves, he realized there were too many people and had no choice but to quickly run away to find his classmates.

"Classmates, are you all alright?" Peter's homeroom teacher shouted as he counted the number of students.

"Peter, where is Peter?" The teacher looked around but couldn't find Peter.

"What?" Peter's friend, Lightning Thompson, gaped in surprise, looked around, and indeed couldn't find Peter anywhere.

Perhaps they ran too fast during the commotion and got separated from the crowd?

“I’m going to find him.” Thompson got up, intending to go look for Peter.

“I’ll go too.” Gwen raised her hand and stood up from the crowd.

"No need, I'm here, I'm fine." Peter arrived just then and reassured Thompson and Guggin.

"Are you alright?" Gwen asked as Peter returned. Although she felt that this situation should be no problem for Peter, she was still a little worried.

"It's nothing, I was just a little delayed on the way."

"Where did you go?" Thompson asked excitedly.

"Sorry, sorry, we got separated by accident." Peter scratched his head awkwardly.

"There's no Spider-Man coming to save you here. This is England, don't wander around." Thompson breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Peter was alright.

"But Spider-Man is right here, he just has nowhere to change his clothes," Peter thought to himself.

Although he originally thought he wouldn't need the Spider-Man suit while traveling, it seems he still will have to use it.

After all, there are no superhero reports in Britain right now, and very few people can stop this hero... But I'm just an ordinary student.

Peter watched the aliens fighting; his wonderful trip was ruined again.

There's no other way, he's the only superhero left, so let's go!

Just as Peter was about to find an excuse to leave, change into his battle suit, and return, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

"The area is cleared. Please leave quickly to avoid being accidentally injured." A man in silver armor and a red cloak emerged from the smoke stirred up by lightning. It was none other than Thor, the God of Thunder.

"Look, it's Thor from the Avengers!" Peter's classmates exclaimed in surprise.

"Huh? Isn't this Peter? You're here too?" Thor saw Peter in the crowd and greeted him.

The students gasped in surprise and looked at Peter.

Does Peter Parker actually know the Avengers?

"Uh... what a coincidence." Peter waved awkwardly. When he wasn't wearing his battle suit, he was still that naive young man. He felt embarrassed and nervous to be watched by so many people and couldn't say anything.

Although the reason is unknown, he becomes a chatterbox once he puts on his battle suit.