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Druid of Marvel [ONGOING]

Summoned the Diablo 2 high-level druid and transmigrated to become the principal of an ordinary community school in the Marvel universe. Alvin stared into Director George’s eyes and said in a cold voice: “I’m going to dig out the scum who use my students to do bad things out of their nests. I’m going to pull out their hearts and see and make them pay a price they’ll never forget. I want them to know! Here is my school! This is my place!” Note: 1. This is translated fanfiction. You can also read it at MTLOnly. 2. I will delete any scam review by the readers. Keep in mind. 3. This is not machine translated. So, don't worry. Tip here to Translator: https://ko-fi.com/mtlonly ⚠️Warning⚠️ This novel has nationalism element and character's personality are different from original Marvel series. I have already warned you so I didn't want this on review section.

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Marvel World?

Natasha looked at Alvin sarcastically and said: "The police may not care about the life and death of these scum, but the local gangsters must be interested to know why the two famous gangsters disappeared inexplicably back then."

Natasha's threat made Alvin angry. She never took Alvin's safety to heart. In her heart, completing the task was the first choice. As long as the task could be successfully completed, the safety of others was not under her consideration. Feeling the anger in Alvin's heart, the crow that had been resting on his shoulder yelled twice, flapping its wings and hovering over the alley.

Alvin looked directly into Natasha's eyes, and said in a cold, freezing voice, "Is this how you treat life-saving benefactors? Who gave you the right to threaten law-abiding citizens, just with your identity as an agent? I will never accept your threat. I want you and your people to get out of my place."

New York City, in a dark, damp alley in Hell's Kitchen. A tall, robust Chinese youth had a black crow perched on his shoulders. The Chinese youth was talking to a Slavic woman with long platinum-blond hair and a devil-like figure, but dressed simply.

"Miss, I have to make it clear to you. Although I saved you, it was just a coincidence, you just have to thank me! The matter between us is over." The Chinese youth said solemnly. Ignoring that there was a big beauty in front of him, it seemed that this Russian beauty had no attraction to him at all.

"But I don't know where I should go? I know nothing about my past, and the only impression in my memory is that you saved me from the sea." Anna clutched her chest collar with both hands, panic-stricken. The pitiful expression made people want to protect her.

However the Chinese youth was completely unmoved, only the corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes drifted involuntarily to the trash can in the alley, where a few gangsters whose limbs were clearly twisted and unconscious lay.

He sighed, the other party appeared so unscrupulously and didn't seem to care about acting and seemed to have settled on him. The Chinese youth helplessly said, "Miss Natasha Romanova, let's not beat around the bush! What do you want to do?" The youth knew the identity of the beauty in front of him. A super agent, now an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., who was estimated to be over 80 years old.

Natasha, who was called out and had her identity revealed, didn't panic. She slightly adjusted her expression and her right hand stroked the white-gold hair that was specially dyed. Her chin was slightly raised, and she turned into that charming supernatural S.H.I.E.L.D. super agent. "Alvin Ye, sir, let's have a chat first, how do you know about me? Now, you are someone we are interested in."

Alvin was actually wondering why he was targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D.. Since crossing over three years ago, he has tried to behave as low-key as possible.

In his previous life Alvin Ye, formerly called Ye Qing, was an ordinary middle-aged man in China with a wife and son. He was a relatively mature man. The way he transmigrated was ridiculous, when he moved, he found a laptop that he used in high school from under the bed. On a whim, he tried it out, and it could still be opened. In his spare time, he used this computer to play the super classic game "Diablo 2".

As a man who must have a plug-in to play the game, he naturally downloaded a so-called character and item modifier. He enthusiastically created a druid character for himself, with all four-dimensional attributes of 20 and full summoning skills. Preparations are finished, bring the summoned creatures, wipe the map, and feel nostalgia. Of course, the modified and enhanced backpacks and chests are full of runes, ready-to-make rune equipment for yourself. Oh ~ There were also "Horadric Cubes" which are necessary for the game.

As a result, he didn't know if the computer was too old or if the modifier broke through the heavens. When he started the game with this character, the notebook exploded, and Ye Qing took the heritage he created and walked into this Marvel world into the young Alvin Ye's body.

When he learned that he arrived in the Marvel world, he decided to be low-key, low-key, and low-key. If he can't find the way back, then he has to live your life here in peace.

Although he has acquired 10 abilities of the Druid's summoning system from the game Diablo 2, he has never shown them in front of others. He wondered why S.H.I.E.L.D. came to his door. He was nothing more than a restaurant owner in Hell's Kitchen.

However, just listening to Natasha's tone, their initial goal did not seem to be him, which made Alvin a little relieved. It was better not to deal with such a large and violent organization as S.H.I.E.L.D..

After thinking about it, Alvin said, "The day I rescued you from the sea, someone in your headset was calling your name. So I just sent you to the hospital. Listening here, Miss Romanova, I don't want to get in trouble, and things related to agents are generally troublesome." Alvin waved his hand afterward and wanted to end this unpleasant conversation.

Natasha listened and tapped her ear with her left hand. She seemed to be listening to someone. About 20 seconds later, Natasha nodded at Alvin and smiled, and said, "I think I have to thank you for taking me out of the sea. So, thank you!"

"No problem, then, can I go? I have to take care of my restaurant." Alvin didn't think of himself high enough to be able to act and deceive the other party, after all, the other party was an expert at deception. He just made it clear that he refused to continue contact with the other party.

Natasha looked at Alvin, bit her lip habitually, and said with a smile, "You are not the target of my mission this time, but the location of your restaurant is very convenient for me to approach the target. That's why we met this time. I don't think you would mind if there was a new beautiful waitress in your restaurant, right?" Natasha put her hand on Alvin's shoulder, and the whole body was close to Alvin.

But before waiting for her follow-up, Alvin shivered, and took a step back, raising one hand to stop Natasha from approaching. Knowing that the other party was an elderly person over 80 years old, and also having some physical ambiguity with the other party, this was unacceptable to Alvin.

Alvin said coldly, "Miss Romanova, please be respectful. I don't care about what you guys want to do. Please stay away from my restaurant, even if it's for the sake of having helped you. Come on, I really don't want to get in trouble."

Natasha's face gradually cooled down, and few people could refuse her request, which made the ace agent's self-esteem suffer even more. After tidying up her collar, Natasha showed the cold side of an agent and said coldly: "Alvin Ye, a Chinese orphan, his parents died in a street shootout at the age of 8. After being adopted by an orphanage, at the age of 18 he returned to Hell's Kitchen and inherited the restaurant property left behind by his parents." Natasha looked at Alvin with a sneer and continued, "In the next month, the participants of the street shootings of that year died one after another. Mr. Ye How do you think they died?"

Alvin shrugged, and said indifferently, "Who knows. If Miss Romanova knows, you must tell me, and I'll write a thank-you note to the person. Or if you want to call the police, I can lend you my phone to call 911."

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