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What is I am Quentin Beck

Leia o romance I am Quentin Beck escrito pelo autor OneYellowBoi publicado no WebNovel. Brian Lung, a senior developer working in San Francisco transmigrated to the world of Marvel Cinematic Universe two months after the Battle of New York. What more bizarre was that he turned into Quent...

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Brian Lung, a senior developer working in San Francisco transmigrated to the world of Marvel Cinematic Universe two months after the Battle of New York. What more bizarre was that he turned into Quentin Beck, the future Mysterio and the inventor of BARF, Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing. Equipped with memories of two people and zero perks in this dangerous world, Brian, now Quentin has to navigate the MCU as an ordinary human to survive the upcoming events. - This is not a story about a hero or a villain. Just a random guy who wants to survive and maybe do some good to the new world he found himself in. No Harems / No Cheats / Very slice of life I am in no way a business genius or anything. I'm just using what I learned from my limited research to add flavor to the story. Probably 1-2 chapters a week.

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