Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Loki knelt reverently on the ground, declaring, "I, Loki, will forever be loyal to my divine flame, and I will never reveal anything about it."

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"Remember your glory and dignity."

Lin Yan spoke to Loki, who was kneeling devoutly on the ground. His voice resounded like a great bell in the poor man's heart, which was filled with longing, worship, and reverence for Lin Yan.

Here.

Loki rediscovered his value.

Meanwhile, Nick Fury, the bald stylist from S.H.I.E.L.D., disappeared without anyone noticing while everyone was cheering and celebrating.

He rushed there as quickly as possible.

If he missed this golden opportunity, Nick Fury, the bald director of S.H.I.E.L.D., would regret it for the rest of his life. He knew that the hero behind the scenes was not Stark, but this 'mysterious man'.

It's him.

it's him!

He saved tens of thousands of innocent citizens, he preserved the entire city, and he gave Stark a chance to survive.

"Please wait, sir!"

"I almost lost the best opportunity of my life," Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., shouted breathlessly, calling out to Lin Yan's departing figure.

Even if the data is not accurate.

However, Nick Fury was certain that the power of the 'mysterious man' in front of him was immeasurable. Compared to him, Iron Man Stark, Hulk, Hawkeye Barton, Captain America Steve Rogers, etc., were all little brothers.

They're all so lame.

He is the real mastermind behind everything.

A man who single-handedly controls everything. If Nick Fury knew that the man before him had merely wiped out the Chitauri army as if it were a game, he would surely be utterly shattered and question the meaning of life.

“No, Your Excellency! Please give me a minute. First, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and leader of the Avengers. I would like to... request a minute to state my..."

Nick Fury grinned, revealing his large white teeth on his dark face, and managed a fairly bright smile.

"No, it's not necessary."

Lin Yan interrupted Nick Fury directly, regardless of what the scheming Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was thinking.

He had absolutely no interest in it.

And the only thought is...

Find a place to eat and take a nap.

"I know a great restaurant, and we've also prepared the most luxurious hotel presidential suite for you to relax in, plus a complimentary black card for your use."

Nick Fury was practically begging him to speak.

Whether it's a fine dining restaurant, a luxurious presidential suite, or a black card, this isn't the kind of treatment you'd expect from just anyone. This already shows a lot of sincerity.

However, Lin Yan left without hesitation.

This was the first time Nick Fury had felt so helpless. He was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and with his status and background, when had he ever been so subservient?

But the person in front of him remained unmoved.

And he always had a cold expression.

Huchihuchi——

Nick Fury was still blushing with embarrassment. His stamina was completely unable to keep up with the man's speed, and he could only watch helplessly as Lin Yan disappeared.

now.

A system voice echoed in Lin Yan's mind.

[Host, this is your first time arriving in the Marvel universe. You are given a special gift. Would you like to accept it?]

Lin Yan chose 'yes' without hesitation.

To be honest, although Lin Yan rejected Nick Fury's generous offer without hesitation, he was indeed penniless in this world.

"Yes."

After a flash of light, the system voice sounded again.

[Congratulations, host! You have acquired a bar located at...]

bar?

A coordinate flashed in Lin Yan's mind; it was the coordinate of the bar. When Lin Yan arrived at his destination, he saw a quiet bar.

The bar was quiet and serene. It was a minimalist bar, with its decor and furniture exuding an understated and unassuming charm.

The sign outside the bar reads 'fire'.

The bar has a good location, but it's very quiet.

Night had fallen, but the bar remained quiet, almost deserted. The vibrant, bustling world outside seemed completely out of place, like two entirely different worlds.

Lin Yan stepped into the bar.

The system voice sounded again.

[Bar: fire. Owner: Lin Yan.]

This bar reflects the owner's taste in every detail. Its modern minimalist style is simple, natural, fashionable, and full of personality, making it popular among young people. Breaking away from traditional decorating concepts, the emphasis on individuality is the most prominent characteristic of modern style.

The classic combination of black, white, and gray, accented with warm yellow spotlights, creates a look that is simple yet fun.

Lin Yan didn't dislike this place; in fact, he was pleasantly surprised.

It suits his aesthetic taste.

As expected of a system.

Lin Yan walked to the bar, his mind flooded with information about 'bartenders'. In the shortest amount of time, he mixed himself a cocktail.

Made with whiskey, bitters, and sugar, it is usually garnished with a slice of lemon or orange peel and exudes a masculine vibe.

It is the favorite drink of Don Draper, the male protagonist in the American TV series "Mad Men," and Don Draper is also a master at mixing this drink.

A traditional Chinese-style cocktail.

This gave Lin Yan a place to stay, and although it was a bar rather than a luxurious villa, he was quite satisfied.

Take a small sip of your cocktail.

Endless aftertaste.

There was also an old-fashioned gramophone in the corner of the bar.

The earliest phonograph was invented by American inventor Thomas Edison in 1877 and is now a collector's favorite.

Antique phonographs, in particular, are a favorite among the wealthy.

Lin Yan turned on the gramophone, and melodious music flowed out slowly, as if sealing away those old memories.

Time flies like a song, and the past is like a dream.

The faint melody, like a gentle stream, seeps into every cell, drawing one into endless reverie.

That's part of the charm of the phonograph.

Every antique phonograph is a work of art, carrying historical memories, representing both sentiment and a person's aesthetic sense and emotions.

Have a cocktail.

Slightly tipsy, Lin Yan went upstairs to his room. The room's decor suited his taste perfectly—understated and not ostentatious.

However, each piece of furniture is understated yet luxurious.

The large bed was very comfortable.

Lin Yan gradually drifted off to sleep.

……

For several days.

Lin Yan was inside the bar, but there were hardly any customers inside.

His quiet personality blended perfectly with the bar, creating a beautiful atmosphere. Of course, there were also occasional customers, including some beautiful women, who would strike up a conversation with Lin Yan.

These beauties, who are considered to have enviable figures by others, do not catch his eye. After all, compared to angels, all beauty pales in comparison.

At the bar entrance, a luxury sports car pulled up, attracting the attention of many people...

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The Acura NSX custom edition luxury sports car features highly recognizable side-by-side matrix headlights. Its sleek sports car body, upturned rear spoiler, and polygonal chrome trim on both sides add a striking touch.

The car door opens.

Wearing a high-end custom-made suit, with a wicked smile playing on his lips, the man stepped out of the luxury sports car.

He raised his hand and straightened his tie.

action.

Chic.

.......

Simply perfect.

At least the man was quite pleased with the envious glances around him; he enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and being highly regarded.

come on.

This unassuming man is none other than Tony Stark, the president of Stark Industries, a billionaire businessman, and the recently much-discussed superhero.

"Oh my god, that's Iron Man."

"Look how cool his movements are."

"I'm actually more... flamboyant."

……

Stark gazed at a stunning figure, whose beauty was easily rated an 8 out of 10, and gave her a flirtatious wink. Normally, this 8-point beauty would have engaged him in friendly conversation in no time.

But at this moment, Stark must hurry.

He was even somewhat agitated.

He, Stark swore, was always the center of attention, a national superhero with a protagonist's aura, a great philanthropist, and a playboy. This was the first time Stark had been so overshadowed. Jarvis, after some investigation, actually saw that figure on the surveillance footage.

Someone asked Stark about it.

If he's not Iron Man, then who is he?

Correct.

He is also a billionaire, the big boss of Stark Industries, and a rising star in the world.

The image of the final nuclear bomb flashed through Iron Man Stark's mind. He shrugged, having to admit that it was indeed his doing.

That strange man.

But at least, he, Stark, is rich.

Countless amounts of money.

Money that can never be spent.

Women, money, mansions, sports cars... he has it all. Isn't this what millions of men dream of? That flamboyant confidence reappeared on his face.

He looked up and saw that it was true.

According to the surveillance footage provided by Jarvis, the mysterious man eventually entered the bar and never came out again.

"Fire? Fire?"

I looked up at the bar.

Stark's most familiar place is the bar. Whether it's a club, pub, or bar, or even just a few scattered bars, these are all places Stark frequents.