Kamen Rider ZZZ, the American comic book spiritual mentor

Kamen Rider ZZZ, the American comic book spiritual mentor

Author: Night Ink River

Summary:

Next up is:

Lin Nan, founder of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's number one superpowered organization, Agent Zero, superpowered mentor, master of the dream dimension, Iron Man's good uncle, Green Goblin's savior, the little switch of chaos magic, and Odin's close friend.

Lin Nan, a tokusatsu enthusiast, travels through the Marvel universe with the ZZZ Driver, becoming a plot bulldozer, stirring up cause and effect, and rewriting destiny.

Iron Man: My Uncle Lin's character and abilities are beyond reproach!

Spider-Man: I would call Lin the strongest!

Green Goblin: You saved me from dire straits, a true savior, though your fists are a bit hard.

Wanda: The light of my life!

Thanos: If you can't kill me in three punches, you've got a huge order!

Whether to rely on spiritual mentors or physical methods to persuade people seems to be a question.

Chapter 1 A New World

Midtown High School, Queens, New York.

Seven days after arriving in this world, Lin Nan looked down and saw a number flicker on the virtual projection on his wrist that no one else could see.

Causality value: 9

The reason for the jump was simple: he deliberately bumped into Peter Parker, who was hurrying along carrying his chemistry textbook, in the corridor of Midtown High School.

In just that one moment, the causality value jumped from eight to nine.

Peter Parker, his classmate, has a face that resembles the Amazing Spider and a head of rather honest-looking brown hair.

He was scratching his head, a slightly awkward smile on his face.

Lin Nan picked up his chemistry textbook and handed it to him casually.

“Hey Lin, thanks. I’m in a rush to my biology class,” Peter said with a smile.

He was wearing a dark blue hoodie, and upon closer inspection, the lines of Parker's muscles could be faintly seen.

"Biology class is in Building B, you've come to the wrong building," Lin Nan calmly reminded her.

Peter's face stiffened, then turned bright red: "Oh, yes, God, I really am..."

He then grabbed the book, turned around, and sprinted in the opposite direction with extremely smooth movements, unlike any ordinary person.

But at a corner, he stopped with extreme difficulty, almost in a wrestling posture, staggered a few steps, and disappeared from sight like a truly clumsy boy.

Lin Nan had noticed this classmate, Peter Parker, long ago.

His name was legendary in his past life; almost everyone who enjoyed watching superhero stories knew him.

However, the Peter Parker in this world is a bit strange, as if he is a composite of various versions.

What is now certain is that he did not use technology to spin silk.

In those few days, he had observed Peter's subconscious wrist flexion, and there were no web-shooting devices on his wrist.

I finally accepted that this is a world that has been stitched together, and that I am someone who has been stitched into it.

Seven days ago, on my way home from working overtime, I was hit and thrown into the air by a dump truck, a magical artifact that allows travel to another world.

The last tactile sensation I felt in that world was the ZZ Driver Deluxe Edition toy that had just arrived and whose plastic wrap hadn't even been completely removed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on "my own" bed on the second floor of an ordinary apartment building in Queens, New York.

A memory was crammed into her mind: "Lin Nan, 17 years old, a tenth-grade transfer student at Zhongcheng High School, whose parents died in a car accident and who is being raised by a trust fund."

A semi-transparent virtual projection, visible only to him, floated on his wrist: [Causality Value: 0]

There is also an image directly imprinted in my mind, from a place called the Temple of Cause and Effect:

[Identity has been verified]

This universe serves as a collection of key plot points.

Disrupting the plot and accumulating causality points will earn you rewards.

In my mind, there was also a colorful dream capsule gashapon machine floating deep in my consciousness.

The demand causality value displayed on the coin slot is: [100]

Apart from that, all his possessions consisted of the zzz driver that had come with him.

Although it still looks like plastic, it has a strangely cool metallic feel to the touch. He's tried wearing it to his chest these past few days, but there's been no reaction.

Without the Dream Capsule, this thing is not even as good as a flashlight.

Until three days ago, he saw Peter Parker in the back alley of the school, wearing a makeshift mask, using spider silk to stick three thugs who were trying to rob him to a trash can.

The causality value on my wrist jumped by one number.

At that moment, Lin Nan finally understood that in this world where alien invasion could happen at any moment, where half of a creature could be wiped out by a snap of the fingers of a purple sweet potato spirit, and where all sorts of gods were fighting, to survive...

The only thing we can do now is disrupt the plot, gain causality points, and use them to draw dream capsules to become stronger.

The first crucial moment, the one he can't afford to ignore, is most likely to happen in the next few days.

After accepting that he had come into this world and discovering that his classmate was Peter Parker, the famous Spider-Man, he devised a plan.

Today marks the third day of our site visit.

Lin Nan sat on a bench in front of a convenience store two blocks away from Peter's house, holding a half-empty can of Coke.

There's a damp smell in the air; it might rain.

In Lin Nan's seemingly unobtrusive gaze, a man with a gentle face and gray hair appeared.

Ben Parker, the old man who changed Spider-Man's life.

No matter which version of Spider-Man it is, this poor old man will die, sacrificing his life to guide Peter Parker.

If Uncle Ben is kept alive, he will definitely gain more karma points.

According to his observations, Peter Parker has had his superpowers for some time now, and the accident is very likely to happen in the next few days.

Perhaps tonight, a panicked robber with a gun will bump into Uncle Ben standing at the door. In the ensuing struggle, a gunshot will take the old man's life.

In this stitched-together world, will the story continue as before? Based on his observations over the past few days, Lin Nan thinks the chances are very high.

Around 5 p.m., Lin Nan saw Peter carrying a backpack and walking hurriedly from the convenience store with his head down.

She looked preoccupied and even a little depressed, and didn't notice Lin Nan squatting on the bench.

Lin Nan took a deep breath and touched what was hidden in his jacket: a simple, extendable baton.

There was also a small can of pepper spray in his right trouser pocket, which he bought online.

The zzz driver on his chest was pressed tightly against his skin; he had tested it and found that no one else could see it except himself.

I looked down at my wrist again; the causality value was 9.

How much can you gain by changing a key moment in a major character's life? It's unclear at the moment.

He knew only one thing: if he failed, he might get shot.

But compared to dying indiscriminately from some alien artillery barrage, dying while doing something righteous is obviously more heroic.

As dusk fell and the streetlights came on, the convenience store was nearly empty of customers.

Lin Nan waited.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed and his heart tightened as he saw a figure that looked remarkably like someone from a movie: a man wearing a dirty gray jacket and a baseball cap, head down, hands in his pockets.

Most importantly, a tattoo is faintly visible on the wrist.

Lin Nan tensed up. It's here, it might really be here, it's almost certain it's this person.

As darkness fell and fewer people appeared on the street, the man in the baseball cap continued to linger near the convenience store.

When almost everyone on the street had disappeared, the man in the gray jacket suddenly pushed open the convenience store door and rushed inside.

Lin Nan immediately stood up from the bench and quickly but silently approached the convenience store's street-facing window.

He crouched under the window and heard a suppressed, extremely emotional shout coming from inside: "Quick, open the cash register! Hurry up! Don't press the alarm! I don't want to hurt anyone!"

On the other side of the line of sight, Uncle Ben, holding a newspaper, seemed to have heard a strange noise and was drawn over.

Lin Nan held her breath, using reason to suppress her physical fear.

Time is running out; we must get this sorted out before Uncle Ben gets close.

He clung to the wall like a gecko and slowly moved towards the door. He could hear hurried footsteps approaching the door from inside.

The robbers are coming out.

He pulled out his baton and lifted it with all his might.

The man in the gray jacket, clutching a bulging canvas bag, rushed out with his head down.

It's now!

Lin Nan used all her strength to smash the baton down hard on the man's right forearm, which was holding the gun!

In his past life, his most formidable battles were verbal, used to compete with others for projects and to argue with his girlfriend, who was deeply influenced by feminism.

He had absolutely no experience with physical conflict.

Therefore, this strike can be summed up in three words: fast, ruthless, and accurate!

If you miss your shot, you might get shot yourself!

"Ah..." The man let out a shrill scream, the pistol slipped from his hand, and the canvas bag rolled to the ground, spilling out several stacks of banknotes.

The man in the baseball cap clutched his forearm, which had swelled up instantly, and was in so much pain that he could barely straighten up. He looked up at the attacker in a daze.