Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Author: Dai Maru Lang

Summary:

Summary:

I came from the universe and landed in the Marvel world. The mutants of the 90s are right beside me, but society remains peaceful.

How can I hide myself and live in this world without the help of an external brain.

Becoming a god is not my wish, and money is not what I pursue. If a salted fish wants to turn over, it is still called a salted fish.

Just look at how I hide in the corner of the world, eating melons and watching the show. If I am forced to the front line, I will continue to eat melons as if I were in the special seats, and be a fool watching the show instead of a madman acting in it.

Chapter 1 Prologue

"You and I are both mortals, born in this world.

I am busy all day and have no time to rest.

Since I am not an immortal, I am bound to have distracting thoughts.

Put morality on both sides and profit in the middle."

The song, not bad, or at least not tune-deaf, echoed in a small tram. The driver amused himself, looking out at the dimly lit street.

Have you ever seen "City at One in the Morning"? I watch it every day after get off work. The singer thought so.

He thought he would spend his whole life as an ox or a horse, but he didn't expect that when he was passing a crossroads, he would suddenly be greeted by a dazzling fog light from the left.

What followed was a bass horn sound that almost broke the eardrums, like the mooing of a cow.

The bright light and loud noise prevented the driver from immediately reacting to what was happening. He simply continued driving, turning his head to look to his left.

Ah, it turned out to be the time traveler’s artifact, a big truck.

When he realized what was coming towards him, the huge impact force was like a firing pin hitting the primer of a cannonball, and the battery at the bottom of the tram exploded instantly, emitting sparks.

The truck didn't stop because they were in a suburban area. There wasn't a single qualified camera nearby, and there were no other cars on the road, so there was no point in looking for a dashcam.

When the fire department arrived after receiving the report, photos of the accident scene had already gone viral on the Internet.

The fire had long been extinguished, and a car, burned to its skeleton, was parked alone on the road.

At the driver's seat, a trace that is different from other places can be vaguely seen. It is the last proof that a certain cow or horse once existed in this world.

The only person who cared about him was his incompetent boss. Because someone had been absent from work for the next few days without reason, and no one was doing the work and no one was handing it over, the team leader was furious.

Finally, a pink slip was mailed to the empty house with a thirty-year mortgage, and then thrown into the trash by the bank's foreclosure agents a few months later.

No one cares about the homeowner who has lost contact.

——Through——Visit——China——

When the happy cow-horse man opened his eyes again, he did not see his familiar driver's seat, nor did he see a large truck or dazzling lights outside the window. Instead, he saw...

Well, even the window was different.

He felt like he was sitting in a massage chair, his back tightly wrapped on both sides. Directly in front of him was an oval, slightly convex transparent shield, his only window through which he could observe the outside world.

It was difficult to turn my head, but I could still move my eyes. I looked around and, with my limited field of vision, it felt like I was in a confined space.

Then I looked out the viewing window and saw a dark scene dotted with stars.

Is it night?

It was just a flash, and the planet with its meteorite ring flashed past the window with unimaginable huge proportions.

This... the night sky will not appear like the kind of scenes that can only be seen in planetariums or movies.

Carefully observing the situation outside the viewfinder, looking at the huge stars flashing by from time to time, and the dazzling light in the distance... Oh, this reminds the people trapped inside of what happened not long ago, the front fog lights of the big truck.

Feel your limbs. Although they feel like they are squeezed in a padded container, at least you are not deprived of the ability to move. It is just difficult to move.

He struggled to free his right hand and raised it in front of him. It was clearly not his own arm; or to be more precise, it was clearly not an arm suitable for someone his age.

He is chubby and short, with skin so good that it has an oily sheen, leaving no doubt about how elastic such skin is.

This state of extreme health, even perfection, would not occur in a cow or horse that has been chronically sleep-deprived; not to mention that proportion, it is not that of an adult.

So, was I reincarnated? Traveled through time? Or perhaps, was I just reborn?

But I don't have any extra memories in my head. I don't even know what my current situation is.

It means that judging from the scene outside the viewing window, it is neither a bizarre quantum world nor a strange and magnificent metaphysical world. The most likely place should be somewhere in the universe.

I just had no idea where I was. After all, if this was truly space, the universe was so vast that it wouldn't be surprising to find myself anywhere.

I watched another giant star pass by the viewfinder. Its brown and white stripes, and a large red spot like an eye, made it look a lot like the pictures of Jupiter I remembered.

So, there is a high probability that I am in the solar system?

Then the planet with rings we saw earlier might be Saturn?

Judging from this order, the direction of my flight is very likely pointing directly towards the earth... or the sun!

Okay. There was no rudder or controls anywhere I could see, not even a control panel. So I had no idea if this thing I was riding was actually steerable or if it was being pulled by the sun's gravity.

If it's the former, then I'll go home. If it's the latter, then I'll go back to my hometown and sell salted duck eggs...

Just traveled through time and now faces death? No, this might be a sci-fi version of the Naihe Bridge.

In short, as a qualified worker who works like a beast of burden, I gave up thinking about how to save myself. Anyway, the coffin lid hasn't been nailed shut yet, so it's unnecessary to worry about these things now.

Besides, he had already checked the environment he was in. There were no obvious control devices, and not much room to move around. He felt like he was in a spacecraft like an escape pod.

The exterior is unknown, but the interior doesn't seem to have much of a technological feel to it.

...Would this be like the practice in some science fiction films and TV shows, where after death, a person is placed in a coffin and flung into outer space? Just like the burials at sea during the Age of Discovery, the burials in space during the Cosmos Age are the same?

Because the original owner of this body died, I have the opportunity to take over its place?

...Or is he actually a Saiyan, stuffed into a single-person space capsule, dropped on a backward planet, and tasked with conquering it?

Unfortunately, I couldn't feel whether I had a tail or not. Also, because my body was tightly wrapped by the seat, I couldn't reach out and touch it to confirm.

When I think of Akira Toriyama's setting for the protagonist in Dragon Ball, I can't help but complain.

Although he belittled the Earth's military power and believed that sending a baby could conquer it, he wanted to highlight the gap between the Saiyans and the Earth.

But if you send a baby who doesn't even understand the situation, will he know that he is here to conquer? Maybe a pacifier will solve the problem.

Although the protagonist in the Dragon Ball comics is not killed with a pacifier, it is almost the same.

This kind of flawed story setting can only be a product of that era. If it were ten years later, or in the new century, there would not be such a setting of sending babies to conquer the world.

This was like the Demon King sending his daughter to fight against the Hero Squad. This act of sending his daughter to fight against him was like raising a banner for his daughter to turn against him and assassinate him.

Amidst all the complaints, the people in the escape capsule (or small spaceship) saw half of the aqua-blue planet through the viewfinder, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

The reason why it is called half is because the other half is dark and is on the side not illuminated by the sun. However, from the dark half, you can see large-scale artificial lights, making the darkness not so dark.

Well, it seems we have entered the technological age. At least we don't have to worry about facing primitive people who eat raw meat and drink blood, or medieval people who burn people at the stake at will.

It circled the Earth, passing numerous high-orbit satellites along the way. Amidst the endless chatter, the people in the cabin forgot to investigate their own origins and watched their small spacecraft plunge into the atmosphere.

Sparks from the intense friction turned the view outside the window a brilliant crimson, but the cabin remained comfortable. Even the turbulence often depicted in movies seemed nonexistent, and of course, no G-forces were felt.

From this point alone, one can tell that the technology level of the device he was riding was higher than that of the Earth he once lived on. Otherwise, without a space suit, he would have been tortured to death.

But this thought was immediately thrown out of my mind. Because the landing method of this thing was not that high-end and stable vertical take-off and landing; instead, it found a piece of land and plowed it!

...Okay, this landing method is very rough, but the internal environment is completely different, making it difficult to judge whether the technological level of this thing is high or low.

Or perhaps one of his ideas was correct. This thing wasn't a spaceship, but an escape pod or a space coffin.

Then what am I?

Well, we're going to see a classic scene soon, right? A group of monkeys, clearly with evolved characteristics, drag themselves out of this cosmic coffin!

Have I returned to the future Earth where apes rise and humans fall?

Fortunately, the imagined worrying scene did not occur.

It didn't take long before a group of modern people came, opened the hatch, and pulled themselves out of this mysterious spacecraft.

The landing site was in the dark, in a snowy area. A group of big men wearing thick white coats were talking in a mumbling Maozi language.

I was just about to say "Bengjiu, Davari," to greet him, but what came out was a loud cry.

Although he was crying, he finally realized his situation after being freed from the cushions. His short stature wasn't some stunted dwarf; he was essentially a baby.

And, it's damn cold...

Chapter 2: Confinement in Siberia

Question: Do aliens have human rights?

A: When a warship is stationary in Earth orbit, with all its guns pointed at the ground, the aliens have great human rights! Even if they want imperial power, it's not impossible to negotiate.

But if you were to come to Earth alone, let alone human rights, your treatment would probably be the same as that of a laboratory mouse.

This is why the time traveler codenamed Enyo Odin is now in this environment: a closed room without sunlight.

The environment was definitely not comfortable, with just a bed, a washbasin, and a toilet. It was very similar to the atmosphere of prison cells in movies and TV shows.

The reason I only say the atmosphere is similar is because ordinary prisons don't go to such lengths to paint white, change the sheets to white, and scrub the steel sinks and toilets until they look like mirrors.

The room itself was even bigger than the house I'd bought in my previous life after taking out a 30-year mortgage! It was just undecorated and without partitions, the interior was as drab as a bare-bones house.

Furthermore, in this room, Enyuno Odin didn't even have the power to turn the lights on and off. The light switches were controlled by the researchers in white coats outside.

Our protagonist has only ever worn two different outfits: nothing at all, and a white, straight-cut dress. Compared to the scrubs worn by hospital patients, the only difference is that her butt isn't exposed.

During infancy, someone helped feed her dairy products. But after weaning, she was fed the same nutritious meals. They were neither filling nor tasty.

But my cell was so clean that I couldn't even catch cockroaches, rats, or geckos to satisfy my hunger. The only thing I could get was the feces in the toilet that hadn't been flushed away yet...

Well, this is really too much of a challenge. My time traveler isn't that hungry, so I'll just flush the toilet. This is something I can control, not being stripped of my libido by a white coat and forced to live with shit.

In short, apart from the three meals a day and turning on and off the lights to indicate that a day has passed, there is no other time or day counting device within sight.

The temperature has basically not changed, and the temperature in the room is maintained almost constant, with no noticeable changes between spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Anyway, thanks to the straight skirt that looked no different from anything she was wearing, and the thin quilt on the bed, she wouldn't catch a cold or get sick.

Speaking of illness, I haven't had any illnesses in these countless years, whether major or minor. But I can't say I'm healthy either. Almost every day I'm in a sub-healthy state, neither starving nor full.

Communication with others was almost non-existent. Aside from being taken out for blood draws and physical exams, no one interacted with him. Even in his presence, others would be cautious in what they said and did, trying not to reveal any unnecessary information.

By the way, the cleaning of the 'cell' was done by others while I was away doing a physical examination.

Anyway, no matter what marks or items you leave behind, including uneaten or deliberately left food, they will be cleaned up at this time. Or will they be taken away for research?

After experiencing this a few times, the people locked up inside no longer do these unnecessary things.

At first, the "alien" who traveled through time and space didn't understand this situation. Why didn't anyone want to talk to him and get some information?

Later I figured it out. The premise of communication is that the other party has the information they want to know. For me, who was picked up as a baby, what important information could I have in my head?

Explore what it's like to travel through space as a baby in that spacecraft?

Or is he questioning the technology of his home planet? Could he expect such a thing from a creature with only memories of infancy?

Therefore, the truly valuable things about me are actually the spacecraft that brought me to Earth and myself, the "alien".

No wonder everyone who comes into contact with me is so cautious as if they are facing a great enemy.

Almost all of them were wearing airtight protective clothing before they could come into close contact with me. Those who were only wearing white coats could only be seen through large glass windows.

It’s not that I haven’t thought about chatting with them, expressing that I was born under the red flag and yearn for great people and a harmonious society...

Thinking about the fact that I have experienced time travel, something so outrageous that it only appears in novels, it is hard to say whether this Earth is the Earth I am familiar with.

Although what we saw were standard Slavic people, not apes, gorillas, or baboons; the language they spoke sounded like Maozi, not Eagle language, Japanese, or German.

But he really didn't dare to bet on whether their scalpels would fall if they knew that he got the information about the Earth from somewhere.

Because in this isolated environment, there is actually a way to obtain information from the outside world. Anyone would want to find a reason, whether right or wrong.

If by some unfortunate chance you misstate the situation or the wrong person, then you really will have to perform an autopsy even if you don't want to.

How does the saying go? A dead alien is a good alien.