Marvel: Randomly load a protagonist template

Chapter 1 Loading Dragon Ball Goku Template

"It's so noisy! Who the hell set off firecrackers so early in the morning? I'll... beep beep beep beep!"

Stephen Hawking, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a deafening noise and couldn't help but roar as he opened his eyes.

As a worker who works 996 hours a day, the rare day off when I can sleep in is often interrupted by noise, and the resulting resentment is truly terrifying.

After a series of performances showcasing traditional Chinese culture, he was suddenly stunned.

"Where is this?"

Hawking glanced around at his surroundings and looked bewildered.

This large, European-style, retro-looking room, with its slightly luxurious feel, was clearly a stark contrast to his cheap, dilapidated old rental apartment.

He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things, and couldn't resist wanting to lift the covers and get out to check.

But when he saw his hands and body, he let out a loud scream in disbelief:

"What's wrong with my body?!"

He discovered that his body had suddenly shrunk considerably, and he seemed to have turned into a child.

He scrambled off the bed, rushed to the mirror in the room, and looking at the boy who appeared to be about eleven or twelve years old, Hawking couldn't help but murmur:

"Could it be...could it be that I was reborn into my childhood?"

The little boy in the mirror looked just like him when he was eleven or twelve years old; it was him, and he could confirm that.

"But I never lived in a house like this when I was a child!"

After carefully recalling it, I realized that he had always lived in a boarding school during this age period.

"boom!"

Just as he was wondering, a loud bang suddenly came from outside.

"Who bought those firecrackers? They're so loud!"

Putting aside his doubts, Hawking went to the window to see the outside environment and then determine where he was.

He reached out and pulled back the curtains. When he saw the view outside, his pupils contracted instantly, and then his stomach churned, almost making him vomit.

What did he see?

Broken buildings, blood-stained earth, fallen corpses, airplanes circling overhead, and artillery fire raging below.

Clearly, what he had just heard was not firecrackers, but real artillery explosions, and even missiles raining down on the ground; a brutal war was taking place here.

Danger, extreme danger!

Run! Run now!

This was Hawking's first thought, and then he forced himself to calm down as soon as he moved his body.

Because he realized he had nowhere to escape.

In such a dangerous war, is it really safe to leave this house?

Who knows, if I go out, I might get riddled with bullets. It's safer to stay in this room.

But looking out the window at the buildings that had been bombed, it seemed that staying in this room was a gamble. If a missile hit this place, he would be destroyed along with the building.

"Maybe I should find somewhere like an air-raid shelter to hide in, but... I have no idea what kind of place this is!"

At this moment, Hawking was caught in a dilemma.

He was, after all, just an ordinary person, especially now that he was a child. To find an air-raid shelter safely in this unfamiliar place was simply wishful thinking.

"Clatter!"

Just as Hawking was at a loss, a virtual panel suddenly popped up in front of him, and then a line of text appeared on the panel:

"The protagonist template random selection device has been activated. You have one free draw opportunity. Do you wish to draw?"

Seeing the incredible scene before him, Hawking pressed the extraction button displayed on the panel almost without hesitation.

Now, I'm not wondering why I woke up in a war-torn city, why I've turned into a child, or why this strange virtual panel has appeared on my screen.

What he needs to do now is survive.

As soon as the "OK" button was pressed, the virtual panel immediately began to flash rapidly, like a disco ball in a bar.

After a moment, the panel returned to normal, and another line of text appeared on it:

"Draw complete. The protagonist template drawn this time is 13-year-old Son Goku from the Dragon Ball world. Load?"

"There's hope!"

Upon seeing that the randomly generated protagonist template was Goku from the Dragon Ball world, Hawking immediately perked up and clicked "confirm" again without hesitation.

If he remembers correctly, thirteen-year-old Goku should have already received training from Master Roshi and participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament, making it difficult for ordinary firearms to harm him.

"The template for the thirteen-year-old Sun Wukong is loading. Loading time is one hour, and the cooldown time is twenty-four hours."

After loading, it will automatically acquire the same bloodline as the main character in the template.

As a new notification flashed across the panel, Hawking immediately felt a strange change in his body, as if his body, which had been an ant, had now become an elephant.

At the same time, a series of memories surfaced in his mind, which were all of Sun Wukong's memories from birth to the age of thirteen.

Turning my head to look in the mirror again, I saw that my height and face had not changed at all; I still looked like I did when I was eleven or twelve.

However, his original short hair has now grown into long, black hair standing up, just like Goku's hairstyle in Dragon Ball.

Furthermore, her pajamas were replaced with a Turtle Hermit-style martial arts uniform with the character for "turtle" written on it, and she carried a red stick on her back.

"We only have one hour. Let's find a safe place to hide!"

According to the information on the panel, he can only maintain this state for one hour, after which he will be reduced to his original form.

So now is not the time to bravely go out and stop the war in the city, but to find a safe place to hide and wait for the war to end, or for the loaded protagonist template to cool down.

Once the decision was made, the body immediately rushed out of the room at a speed exceeding the limits of normal human capabilities.

"Nobody's here."

He glanced around and found the house empty, so he quickly went out onto the street without stopping.

Having found a direction with relatively little gunfire, Hawking began to run.

He felt that with his current physical condition, he should be able to get out of the city in an hour, so there was no need to waste time looking for so-called air-raid shelters.

However, he hadn't run far when he suddenly saw two strong soldiers in different colored uniforms engaging in close combat on the street with long guns that were empty of bullets.

Normally, given his personality, he would run as far away as possible if he saw this situation.

In such a dangerous situation, let alone watching two soldiers fight hand-to-hand, he wouldn't stop to save civilians even if he saw soldiers shooting them.

He wouldn't mind lending a hand if it meant ensuring his own safety, but his protagonist template could only load for a maximum of one hour, so he had to prioritize his own safety.

However, for some reason, seeing the two fighting so fiercely, his blood suddenly boiled, and his body involuntarily turned and rushed over.

"Are you having a martial arts contest? Count me in!"

Five seconds later, looking at the two strong soldiers he had knocked unconscious, Hawking was speechless.

"This... could it be similar to the possession of spirits by Taoist priests of Maoshan?"

Not only did they manage to get the main character's strength, but they even added a bit of the main character's personality along with it?

My new book is seeking collections and investments!

(Goku, being unable to count, thought that eleven was followed by fourteen. Only after paying respects to Master Roshi did he realize that eleven was followed by twelve. When he first participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament, he filled in his age as twelve.)

(End of this chapter)