Chapter 89: Dreaming of Young Grass? No Chance!

Receiving impression points from the Universal Will, a new system function "Trigger Play" is unlocked!

Trigger Play:

The host can set specific triggering conditions and the BGM to be triggered. Upon meeting the conditions, the BGM will automatically play. The operation is designed to be user-friendly, please figure it out on your own.

As the system's prompt voice rang out, Clark felt a blur before his eyes, and the previously present elderly man with white hair had vanished into thin air. The group of beautiful ladies surrounding him seemed to act as if nothing had happened, dispersing in all directions as if they had never seen any white-haired old man, let alone witnessed Clark spitting blood.

It seems like things went a bit too far!

With a bitter smile, Clark shook his head and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Just as he was planning to head straight home, he suddenly heard a woman's voice calling him: "Clark!"

Turning his head, he saw a drunken Christine staggering towards him. After steadying herself on him, she then said, "You guy, why leave without saying goodbye?"

We just happened to cooperate once; there's really no relationship to speak of. Why should I have to say goodbye to you? Thinking this, but seeing Christine looking like she could fall asleep at any moment, he could only helplessly say, "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Well, every drunk person says that.

Clark helplessly said, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."

Christine extended her hand, gesturing vaguely in a direction: "It's... over there..."

Seeing the broad area Christine's hand covered, Clark was utterly baffled.

With such a large area, how am I supposed to find it?

Before he could say anything more, the lady reporter had already dived into his arms and fallen asleep...

Damn it!

Clark had no choice but to support her to his driver: "Take her to the nearest best hotel to rest, then you can drive home."

The driver, utterly confused, took over Christine: "What about you?"

Clark took a deep breath and shook his head: "I haven't run for a long time; today, I'm going to run home."

"Boss, this is Los Angeles!"

"I know, just do as I say." After saying this, Clark casually snapped his fingers, and with the long-missed music of "Calorie" starting to play, he had already run fifty meters away like a gust of wind.

Seeing Clark determined to run, the driver could only helplessly support Christine into the car, only to be pushed away by her.

When the driver looked at her in surprise, the lady reporter had already straightened up: "I can go home by myself, no need for you to send me."

"You were just drunk, weren't you?"

"I'm awake now!"

With a dismissive remark, Christine turned and left without looking back.

As she walked, she muttered, "Indeed, not a single man is good, especially the rich ones!"

"That Tony Stark took advantage and left, which was bad enough."

"This Clark is even worse, not even taking the slightest advantage..."

Impression Points from Christine +99!

Running Clark, seeing this increase in impression points, couldn't help but smile smugly.

Letting you pretend to be drunk, do you think my superhuman insight is just for show?

This young grass isn't for you, an old cow, to chew on.

I'm not interested in cleaning up after Tony Stark or anyone else!

Such thoughts flashed through Clark's mind before he once again plunged into contemplation. With the Marvel Cinematic Universe's curtains now open, he too needed to make some targeted arrangements.

Without going too far, Manhattan in New York is definitely a disaster area in the Marvel world, as dangerous as DC's Gotham. Such a hazardous place certainly holds many opportunities, but it's definitely not suitable for setting up one's home base in such a troubled spot.

As the saying goes, a wise rabbit has three burrows. It's always good to have multiple hideouts to deal with potential disasters. At the very least, it would provide a safe haven for his family when the time comes.

Then there's the question of whether or not to get involved in future disasters.

As a transmigrator, Clark really doesn't feel any obligation towards the people of the US. The idea that greater power comes with greater responsibility is a joke to him.

Clark's principle is to get involved if there's a benefit, and let the Avengers handle it if there isn't.

Like with Christine just now, he decisively chose not to get involved... cough cough, but that's getting off-topic.

So, to adhere to this principle, the prerequisite is to clearly analyze the pros and cons before each major battle to see if there's any profit to be made.

Firstly, there's the upcoming battle between Iron Man and Obadiah Stane for the title of the strongest iron can. It seems there's not much benefit to be gained. The only thing relevant to Clark might be the outcome of the battle, which could affect the market value of the stocks he holds.

But... if Tony wins, he'll develop clean energy, and if Obadiah wins, he'll reopen the weapons manufacturing factory. Either way, it's a win-win situation, so there's no need to get involved.

Pass!

Then there's the birth of the Hulk, which, apart from causing destruction, also doesn't seem to offer any benefits.

Hulk's blood is too dangerous to be of any use.

Pass!

Thor's arrival?

It seems promising, like Odin's treasury is a treasure trove of artifacts. However...

Getting involved in Asgard's family conflicts, with Clark's current capabilities, would be more risky than rewarding.

Pass!

Captain America... that's a story from long ago...

As Clark pondered, his injuries had almost fully healed thanks to his powerful self-healing ability. Running through the streets of Los Angeles and New York, he stirred up dust and leaves in his wake, which then helplessly settled back down.

His special-made shoes suffered no damage from the run, just as the Flash and Quicksilver's shoes never wear out from their running, Clark's shoes were also fine.

When he returned to his villa in New York around midnight and entered the house, he found Mindy still lying on the couch watching TV.

Seeing this, Clark couldn't help but remind her with slight dissatisfaction: "Go to sleep early, stop watching."

"Clark!" Mindy sprang up from the couch upon seeing him: "I want to join the League of Adventurers!"

Clark instinctively refused: "Wait till you're older."

Mindy showed a cunning smile: "I'm already grown up. I was born in 1997, and it's 2008 now. I'm already 21!"

Clark was taken aback. Skipping those nine years counts? But legally speaking, Mindy seems to be... oh no, she is indeed of age now!