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Chapter Twelve(12)

After confirming everything I created was in order, I moved on to my next projects: Naruto, Avatar: The Last Airbender (the comic), and Sword Art Online. 

These titles had made waves on my Earth, so they should have the same impact here. Once I had the funds, I planned to create an online book platform and publish the *Harry Potter* series. Since these stories didn't exist in this world, I would introduce them and profit from them. 

As for my Google-like search engine, that could wait—I needed more than just a single comic on my website before launching it. 

By 11 PM, I had created four chapters of each comic and uploaded them to both the website and the app. With that done, I turned my attention to my freelance app, *Smith-Market*. 

Compared to my past knowledge, my current skills were on an entirely different level. *Smith-Market* functioned similarly to Upwork, allowing clients to hire freelancers across various fields. Unlike other platforms that focused on specific industries, I designed mine to generate revenue from every possible sector. 

Once the app was finalized, I uploaded it for download and moved on to my main task: creating a search engine as successful as Google. But I needed a unique name—I couldn't keep using unoriginal placeholders like my previous projects. Then again, I could just steal Google's name outright. 

"Eh, I'll just stick with *Smith Search*," I thought, then got to work designing the platform. 

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A Year Later,

Unknown Location

Crowds moved in and out of a grand building adorned with banners depicting ancient artifacts and historical sites. Visitors explored the museum, some admiring the exhibits while others worked there. 

Today, James and his classmates were on a school excursion, following their guide through the museum's halls. 

"Everyone, stay with the group," the teacher reminded them. 

"Thank you, ma'am," the guide acknowledged before turning to the students. "Now, if I can direct your attention over here, you'll see our mummy exhibit. I'm sure this is what most of you were waiting for." 

"Yes!" the children cheered excitedly, eager to see the mummies. 

As the guide led them toward the exhibit, the students hurried along—except for James, who took his time, examining each artifact as he walked beside the teacher. She didn't seem bothered by his slow pace. Everyone knew James was a good kid who wouldn't cause trouble. 

He observed the artifacts with the keen interest of a collector inspecting rare finds. Since the school had brought him to a museum filled with historical treasures, he figured he might as well learn as much as possible. Egyptian culture was fascinating, after all. 

"Sir, what's that?" James asked, raising his hand to get the guide's attention. 

"Yes? What do you need?" the guide responded. 

"I was wondering about that statue. It wasn't in the other displays," James said, pointing to a small black cat figurine beside a tomb. 

"Oh, this?" The guide walked over. "We haven't identified the owner of this tomb yet, but we do know one thing—this statue is a depiction of Bastet, the Egyptian goddess. She was once believed to help pharaohs transition peacefully to the afterlife…" The guide paused, allowing the others to gather around. 

"However, as time passed, the worship of Bastet declined. On this side, we have artifacts from the oldest pharaohs, while the ones over there belong to later rulers—though both are over two thousand years old," he continued effortlessly. 

"Huh… Ancient Egyptians were really skilled at sculpting," James remarked, noting the incredible detail of the statue. It looked almost alive. 

"Indeed," the guide chuckled. "They put extra effort into their afterlife preparations." 

As the tour continued, James couldn't shake the feeling that the little statue was watching him. Normally, he would dismiss it as his imagination, but this was the Marvel Universe. If a tiny Bastet statue was staring at him, it was probably actually watching him. Even without knowing he was in Marvel, he could sense a strange mystical energy radiating from it. 

I nearly made a certain woman scream at a certain Steven

the Urge to do so was extremely powerful but thankfully, common sense prevailed

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