Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Ten Mind Gems were forged deep within his flesh and blood, each powerful enough to stir up a galaxy—at this moment, a torrent of spirit silently surged forth, piercing Gordon's sea of ​​consciousness.

Upon receiving the report, Zhong Guohong hurriedly arrived with Daisy by his side.

"Zhong, who is this person?" Daisy frowned slightly, her eyes wary.

"Gordon, sent by your mother," Chung Kwok-hung said bluntly.

"She...is still alive?" Daisy's breath caught in her throat.

"Listen to him, your mother..." Zhong Guohong briefly recounted.

"I want to see her," Daisy said softly, but with great conviction.

"Xiao Bai, accompany her on this trip," Zhong Guohong instructed.

"Yes, Master." Little White bowed and accepted the order.

Daisy's father, Calvin, and mother, Jia Ying, were both troublemakers.

Calvin, who committed numerous bloody crimes in China back then, was personally erased by Chung Kwok-hung long ago.

As for seclusion—Daisy has been through wind and rain since childhood, how could she bear to sit idly in the mountains?

Chung Kwok-hung slumped lazily in the sofa, the television broadcasting the latest news.

"Trask Industries has successfully mass-produced its Sentinel robots. With these metal behemoths in hand, the Sentinel Special Operations Unit is brimming with confidence; coupled with the mutants injected with the serum, the real excitement is just beginning."

S.H.I.E.L.D., the Sentinel Service, and the Sky Eye Society are all ostensibly stability maintenance agencies, but in reality, they each have their own agendas.

The Sentinel Special Service has a clear objective: to target mutants. The Sky Eye, on the other hand, maintains a facade while engaging in dirty work, with even the White House tacitly approving its actions.

Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D., under the covert manipulation of Hydra, has long since torn off its signboard and sunk underground; ATCU is simply its new disguise.

Chung Kwok-hung stared at the screen, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

In Marvel Earth, alien visitors are more frequent than deliverymen—before you even look up at the sky, they've already parked their spaceships in your backyard.

With over twenty kinds of serums piled up in his body, ten rings wrapped around his wrists, and the mother box hidden in his internal organs, he could live for at least several hundred more years.

However, his spiritual cultivation had long since hit a wall, making it difficult to move forward; there was still a long way to go, and he couldn't keep counting tree shadows every day.

"Become a nighttime vigilante? Learn from the Punisher, sweeping the streets with a gun?"

The thought crossed his mind, and he smiled slightly as he got up and walked toward the coat rack.

I glanced at Wanda and Natasha, who were taking turns in seclusion at different locations to study the Yin-Yang True Scripture.

Twenty female companions reside in the mansion; Hippolyta exudes the composure of a queen, while Serena the catwoman possesses a graceful figure like a shadowy figure under the moonlight…

But what comforted Chung Kwok-hung the most were Wanda and Natasha—Wanda had followed him the longest and had the deepest affection for him; Natasha was quick-witted and always managed to offer him just the right amount of tea and a smile before he could even speak.

When the night was so dark it seemed impossible to see through, he felt completely at ease. With a flick of his fingertips, the flying motorcycle transformed into a streamlined silver shuttle, roaring through the air and disappearing into the distance.

Moving through streets and alleys like a ghost, even the most heinous criminals are met with a precise and swift strike;

The petty thief was dealt a swift and decisive blow with punches and kicks, and in a flash of exhaust flare, he vanished without a trace.

Super Soldier Serum has long been traded as hard currency on the black market, giving rise to a series of out-of-control "pseudo-supermen".

To raise the $100,000 injection fee, countless people have staked their entire savings, borrowed from every relative they could, and even signed contracts to risk their lives—

With muscles three times stronger than the average person and reaction time twice as fast, as long as you're ruthless enough and fast enough, getting rich overnight is not just a pipe dream.

Marvel's American underclass often finds their bank account balance hovering around $500.

Those who can't survive have no choice but to gamble with their lives, betting on that slim chance of turning things around.

For criminal organizations, 100,000 is no threshold; can't borrow it? Then they'll break into the safes of three or five different places.

To those starving and freezing, a 60% chance of survival was already a godsend.

If you win, you live in a penthouse apartment with a glass curtain wall; if you lose, you're just a step closer to being put in a freezer, saving you from debt collectors' calls.

The dead have no debts; all debts incurred during the lifetime are wiped clean!

Chung Kwok-hung refers to anyone whose physique far surpasses that of ordinary people and whose abilities are extraordinary as a "superhuman".

Marvel's superhero team is expanding daily, becoming a mixed bag with more and more wolves in sheep's clothing.

The dim light of dawn, when the sun is about to set or just beginning to rise, is their prime time to roam the streets.

By day, he sits at Xuyang Manor, training his disciples; by night, he changes his clothes and becomes a night patroller.

That morning, he scanned the globe with his mind's eye and suddenly sensed a pure magical power flickering like a spark—

"Zatana Zatara, a master of sorcery, with stunning beauty and graceful movements."

Without much trouble, within a few days, she became a bright new addition to his life.

He taught her the "Yin Yang True Scripture," "Supreme Yoga Technique," and "Dragon and Elephant Imperishable Technique," and she, in turn, imparted all her secret methods, incantations, and the art of casting spells with irony.

One by one, the hidden meridians were opened up, and her magic rose like the spring tide.

Once he had fully mastered all the magic she had taught him, whenever all was quiet, he would still mount his silver shuttle and head to the next nightly judgment.

Time flies like a stream slipping through our fingers, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

……

That morning, the sky suddenly split open, and a pitch-black ship tore through the clouds and crashed into New York Harbor.

Upon catching a glimpse of the real-time image projected by Xiaobai, Zhong Guohong's eyes narrowed slightly—the Kryptonians had arrived.

"New York City is probably the city that gets beaten up the most in American variety shows."

This world is not only Marvel's home turf, but also overlaps with DC's territory, and is mixed with many old and new souls from cinematic universes.

At the beginning of the time travel, Marvel already held a majority stake in DC. In the end, DC was just a pawn on Marvel's chessboard.

Iron Man Tony Stark didn't perish with Thanos; instead, he rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

Rogers, his memories restored, moved with lightning speed, instantly reaching the edge of the ruins.

Buildings collapsed like pieces of paper, and civilians fell to the ground, wailing in the smoke and dust.

Superman Clark rose from the ground, soaring into the sky, and confronted Zod, the commander of Krypton, across the void.

Professor Charles and the X-Men arrived in an airship, breaking through the clouds;

Eric, however, remained seated at the Brotherhood Manor, observing the unfolding situation with detached indifference.

The newly established Sentinel Service is conducting a city-wide manhunt for mutants, and everyone lives in fear under its iron fist.

Krypton's fighting power is too terrifying. If the Brotherhood rashly enters the fray, it may lose half of its core members.

General Ross roared and transformed into a red giant, followed by more than thirty giant bodies of various colors that stomped down the ground, causing the earth to groan.

The well-funded protective umbrella companies, however, remained inactive, fearing that making too big a move would arouse their suspicion.

The Trask Industries Sentinel Robots made their debut, their metal joints creaking and their pupils glowing with a cold blue light.

No one dialed his communicator—Chung Kwok-hung simply pretended to be deaf and dumb and watched quietly.

One after another, Raptor fighter jets and Quinjet warships, like moths to a flame, crashed into the black mothership hovering in the sky.

The technological gap was so vast that most fighter jets were blown into countless wreckages in the flames before they could even penetrate the defense perimeter.

The two sides fought fiercely for several hours, leveling hundreds of skyscrapers...

Seeing that the stalemate was not resolved, Zod took the initiative to propose a ceasefire negotiation.