Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

(After posting my daily updates today)

"Haha, how about that? Buddy, you definitely didn't expect that, did you?"

At this moment, the "loving family"—the Red Guard, the Iron Lady, and Yelena—were also dressed in their rarely seen formal attire.

Of course, the Red Guard's bear-like body was practically invisible under his suit.

Hanlu merely glanced casually at the formal attire of the two Black Widows, one after the other—

Yes, it's very beautiful.

It's just that anime might be filtered.

In his opinion, the two of them truly lived up to the image of "Black Widow".

However, they are still slightly inferior to their own ship girls.

Yelena was a little awkward, but her mother kicked her over to greet Hanlu.

She nodded somewhat stiffly, knowing she definitely wouldn't cooperate with the series of "programs" that might be arranged next.

She glanced helplessly at the somewhat frightened little Bob.

joke.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the two elders, Hanlu gave a brief greeting and entered the hall.

Almost everyone was focused on Hanlu; wherever he went, people smiled at him, raised their glasses in welcome.

At this moment, as if by magic, Hanlu produced a cup in her hand, filled with orange juice.

Okay, he doesn't drink.

That's a bit of a shame, but is there a problem?

He neither smokes nor drinks; his only hobby is playing video games.

Isn't this the standard for a good man?

John also made a rare appearance in formal attire.

"Hmm, this suits you quite well."

However, unlike ordinary suits, he was wearing a neat military uniform with a blue beret on his head, making him look exceptionally dashing.

"Haha, I knew it! You can leave it to me, no problem."

Before the words were even finished, thunder roared and dark clouds gathered overhead, but no one was afraid—this meant that another person had arrived.

With a bolt of lightning descending from the sky, Thor makes a dazzling entrance.

He held Thor's hammer and Stormbreaker aloft in a flamboyant pose.

At this moment, he was wearing the Nordic-style armor with winged helmets that he used to wear, which could be considered a formal outfit.

The crowd below also gave this hero, who was now "penniless," a very respectful cheer.

After landing, Thor casually took a plate of wine from a waiter, took a big gulp, and seemed to still be savoring the taste.

"Come on, I can't even be bothered to criticize you. Your acting is too exaggerated."

Hanlu relaxed a little for once and gently patted Thor's shoulder next to her.

I have to say, this guy's pectoral muscles are really exaggerated!

Thor didn't care; the goal had been achieved, hadn't it?

He whistled with great interest and greeted Loki, who was leaning against the railing on the rooftop.

Loki raised his glass in a gesture of resignation, then glanced at Zemo, who was hiding in a corner.

Are you really sure?

"Don't worry, there are dozens of girls. Asian, European, Mexican... and if he likes, there are even a few African girls."

Zemo was like an experienced matchmaker, quietly calculating the Black Widows in front of him, each one dressed to the nines.

All I can say is that everyone has a good impression of Hanlu: a good person, a gentleman, humble, and not bad-looking either, tall and upright...

Okay, let's keep "powerful" for now—

He is not the kind of fierce tiger who is imposing and sharp-edged, but rather the kind of gentle, reliable, and dependable person.

However, it doesn't matter to these Black Widows.

With their abilities, no matter how many personalities you have, they can still be both gentle and strong.

As the spotlight on the ceiling suddenly dimmed, several bright beams of light shone on the central area.

Before Hanlu could figure out what was going on, she was pulled away by John and Thor, one on each side.

As pairs of men and women entered the stage, whether they were dressed in flamboyant attire or mature and reliable men, a series of dances that Han Lu couldn't understand at all were performed before his eyes.

He even seemed to see Shang-Chi and his girlfriend looking embarrassed in the corner—all he could say was that he'd suggest the two Asians at the scene get some cosmetic surgery…

He just couldn't understand how Tony Leung could grow up to be so unattractive.

It's fortunate that this is an anime-style universe, where everyone comes with their own filter, otherwise it would really be a bit jarring.

However, seeing that the couples on the stage had already started dancing happily, Hanlu chatted idly with the people on both sides from below the stage.

In a corner, Bob, also dressed in formal attire, looked somewhat apprehensively at the people around him who greeted him.

For some reason, he felt like the ugly duckling who had wandered into a flock of swans—

That's so strange.

And this half-baked "loser" also met his "senior sister" at this time - the kind who is extremely responsible.

After firmly rejecting her parents' suggestion of "family division of affections," Yelena grumbled and downed a mouthful of vodka before walking toward someone.

Bob kept his head down, wanting only to sneak over to the food court—

He saw a roast suckling pig and wanted to try it to see what it tasted like, since he had never eaten one before!

Until he saw a certain "young lady" with high heels, a gown-like skirt, and some gold embellishments.

"Can't you be a little more assertive?"

To be honest, Yelena was indeed a little angry at her son's lack of ambition at this moment.

So when she was planning that so-called "honey trap," she didn't take it seriously at all.

But after spending some time with this guy named Bob, she also felt some sympathy for him—

This young man is really pitiful.

Then, upon learning that if this young man were to become unhappy, the demon within him could burst forth and destroy the entire Earth, Yelena instantly felt the weight of the responsibility she would bear in the future—just as they had discussed before: Hanlu needed an anchor to ensure that he would continue to contribute to the world; and similarly, Bob also needed an anchor.

Yelena didn't intend to say anything like "for the world, for peace, for humanity"—that's too abstract, you know?

She's an assassin, not a superhero.

She had resisted because the zombies wanted her dead.

As for now...

Hold me tight.

"??"

Yelena decisively grabbed Bob's hand and pressed it against her waist.

She had done this kind of slight physical contact countless times before—

Don't forget what her main job is!

Therefore, she didn't possess any of the so-called girlish modesty, elegance, or reserve.

Everyone is fine, so let's not look down on each other.

"Stand up straight, head held high, understand? Remember, from now on, you're my little brother. I'll protect you."

Bob obediently raised his head, feeling the warmth from his palm.

But this warmth was far less than the emotional support he received from the friends he met during this time.

He inexplicably felt like crying.

Will such a good person and so many good things really happen to me?