Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Then the person realized that he was not wearing any clothes! He was immediately frightened like a little girl and pulled up the quilt to cover his chest.

The old man was speechless at this action. He couldn't just remain silent, so he explained:

"When I found you yesterday, you were lying on the beach with your bare bottom being washed by the sea water.

"I figured a normal person wouldn't shower like this, so I dragged you into my car and brought you back.

“Drying off your nearly hypothermic body and throwing it onto my only bed has taken most of my energy.

"You can't expect an old man who's about to die to help you put on your clothes.—"

As he spoke, the old man threw a set of clothes on the bed.

"—I see you don't have any other luggage, so just wear this outfit."

Even though I had watched American TV series for free in my previous life, I still had to look for subtitled versions. But after the old man's conversation just now, I felt like I understood.

Without a word, he grabbed his shirt and tried to put it on. However, he hadn't gotten used to the damn strength yet, so he lost control and tore the shirt to shreds while trying to pull it over his head.

Seeing the strips of cloth hanging on his body, even the most basic concealing function was lost. The person on the bed and the old man looked at each other, feeling awkward.

The old man didn't think much about it and grabbed a piece of clothes from a pile of clothes that he didn't know whether they had been washed or not and threw it over.

Judging from the smell, the clothes had been washed, but not folded properly.

This time, the person putting on the clothes knew how to control his strength. He carefully put on his clothes. Then he pulled his pants under the bed covers and put them on. Although he had no underwear to wear, he didn't care.

The clothes belonged to the old man, and were actually a size too small for the person in bed. But because the person who had just woken up was so thin, they could be worn, with only a small part of the cuffs and trouser legs showing.

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Chapter 7 Freshmen

The man, dressed, saw a glass of water next to his empty plate. This time, he learned his lesson, carefully picked up the fragile glass, and drank the rich, strange-tasting water in one gulp.

"Boy, I'm John Brown. Who are you?" the old man asked.

who am I?

During the time he was in solitary confinement, he had already realized from the overly bright washbasins that he did not look like the yellow man with black hair and black eyes that he remembered.

His hair was still black, but his eyes were a distinct blue, and his skin wasn't the rosy white of the Asians, but the dead white of the Caucasians.

Simply put, I'm no longer the same person I was before I traveled through time. So is there any point in using my old Chinese name?

In this life, he was called Ennuo Odin by those Russians. Although he didn't know the original meaning, he knew it was probably a rather ungentlemanly code name, and he instinctively didn't want to continue using it.

Now that I'm a foreigner, I might as well use a foreign name. He then replied, stumbling over his words in the Eagle language he remembered: "My name is Henry."

He'd pick a name for a market, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself. That's what he claimed. Why did he choose that? No idea. A good mood? Intuition? Just feeling good. Do I need to explain myself?

"Henry what?" The old man wanted to ask for the last name.

Hmm...does this mean I have to make up a surname too? It's annoying. I don't want to think about it anymore. I just shook my head and said, "Nothing, just Henry."

Old John had no intention of pursuing the matter and simply said, "It's up to you." Then he suddenly asked in Maozi, "Is there somewhere we can go?"

Henry gave a look of bewilderment that didn't seem fake. Nonsense, I really don't understand.

Speaking Eagle language again, Old John asked again: "Is there anywhere we can go?" As if he knew that the young man was not fluent in Eagle language, he deliberately slowed down his speech.

Henry understood this time, changed his expression to a confused one, and shook his head.

"I think so." Old John said, picking up the shotgun. But he held it by the middle part, not by the handle and trigger. He continued:

"If you have nowhere to go, you can stay. But that bed is mine. I can let you sleep on the sofa in the bar. But if you want to stay, you have to work for me.

"I'll provide you with three meals a day, and you'll have to pay for the drinks if you want. When you're ready, come out. The bar is in front. If you want to leave, the food and clothes I just gave you are my gift. But don't expect me to provide you with anything else."

After saying this, Old John walked out with his gun.

Where else could I go? My appearance had changed. Even if I went back to my hometown, I couldn't reclaim that identity and take back my life.

I haven't even thought about whether the former self still exists, whether I can be replaced, or even whether this place is still the world I once lived in.

Now that the spaceship was out and he was going through that lonely and tormented second growth period again, Henry would rather believe that this was not the safe and peaceful world he had lived in.

Before encountering the time traveler's artifact, I had only heard rumors about Area 51, read news about the war in the Middle East, and seen American specialties for free. This world, however, gave me such a bizarre and terrifying first impression.

Besides, I don’t know how much time has passed. It can’t be just a few years for me to grow from a baby to my current appearance.

As soon as this thought came to mind, a number appeared in my mind: 7213.

This is the number of days counted from the day you appeared in outer space and were about to land on Earth, until you became starving and fell into a coma.

And those seven thousand-plus days, though monotonous, were vividly remembered. He could remember exactly which day I was taken, what experiments I underwent, what the physical examinations involved, and what the person in charge looked like. He could still remember them all.

Although I couldn't understand what they said, every word was as clear as if it had just been spoken in my ear.

It was during that time when I was growing up, all the tortures and broken limbs, it felt like they had just happened. Whenever I thought about it, the corresponding part of my body would ache again.

Henry quickly shook his head, trying to forget it, or rather, to focus his attention elsewhere. He had experienced the side effects of having an overly active brain.

So, if I count from the day I traveled through time, I have spent nearly twenty years in this world?

If we calculate based on the average human lifespan of 70 years, then nearly 30% of the time, or the most precious growth period, has been wasted?

What a miserable start! I'm too tired to complain. Henry thought to himself.

Instead of thinking about how to get back, I should think about how to live a good life here. After all, before I traveled through time, I just lived a carefree life.

What makes people nostalgic is the D slot in their memory. In addition to the dedication of various teachers, there are also the anime and movies they have watched and the games they have played.

If you want these things, you can collect them again. You don't have to take them back...

Ah, now I know. I haven't cleared my browsing history, and there are still those collections in the D-slot. If anyone sees those things, I'll be socially doomed.

The good reputation I left behind in my previous life...

Forget it, people are dead, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Anyway, no matter where the mud goes, it can still be a mess. Since you have given yourself a new name, let's live a new life.

Henry, having come to his senses, opened the door and was greeted by a rather large bar. Six four-person tables were sparsely arranged in the middle, and along the walls were long tables with sofas and small compartments.

In addition to the tables and chairs, there are two old pool tables and a dart board with holes on three sides. Even the wall next to the dart board has traces of darts.

Then on a very special wall, there were some old photos of soldiers and a... Captain America's shield?

From the various alcoholic drinks filled up behind the bar, and no sight or smell of milk, juice or the like, it was clear that this was not a place for a family dinner.

So why a two-dimensional decoration? Henry came up to the old man who was greeting customers at the bar, pointed at the star-shaped round shield, and asked, "Do you have grandchildren living here?"

Old John was so upset by the question that he asked, "Why do you say that?"

"If there were no grandson, who would have put a Captain America shield on the wall?" Henry's Eagle language became fluent unconsciously.

"That's a knock-off I bought."

"you?"

"During World War II, I was almost drafted into the Howling Commandos. Although I didn't become a member, I did see him in action quite a few times. Fighting alongside a hero like the Captain, what's wrong with me hanging one of his shields in his memory?"

...Madfuck! Where am I wearing this?

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Chapter 8 Where am I?

Old John's bar wasn't busy at all, and the old man could easily handle it alone.

However, he still took Henry in and let him work as a handyman in the bar, doing some work like clearing tables and chairs, and cleaning. He also provided this big-bellied man with three meals a day.

Henry had never imagined he could eat so much. While other people counted steak by the ounce, he counted it by the pound. And with the way he ate, even if a whole roasted cow was served, no one would doubt that Henry could finish it in one meal.

Others would eat a plateful of mashed potatoes, topped off with some broccoli at best, but he could devour a whole pot of this pig feed, which even the locals despised.

Maybe it was because I didn't have enough to eat every meal in the past, and I was afraid of being hungry. Now that I had the chance, I couldn't control myself and of course I ate as much as I could.

But Old John never said anything. He continued to cook after he finished eating. In the end, it was Henry himself who felt embarrassed.

What is my background? Although I am used to playing bad, I still understand the ways of the world.

In order to repay this favor, Henry of course tried his best to help. Even though there wasn't much to do in this shabby tavern...

The unfamiliar eagle language quickly became familiar to him at an unimaginable speed thanks to the memories from before the time travel.

Whether reading, writing, or speaking, it is like using your mother tongue. You can understand it without having to convert it into your real mother tongue in your mind.

The only differences between me and the locals are the accent and the use of slang, which I quickly adapted to through conversations with Old John and the townspeople.

Henry didn't try to hide himself, after all, he was helping out in Old John's tavern. Even if business was slow, he still had to deal with some regular customers.

In a place like this, a stranger will inevitably need an introduction, otherwise it will be difficult to integrate into the local environment.

As for the extra strength and sensory abilities this body gained after leaving the institute, they were not a problem for Henry.

It still benefits from the habits before time travel. One of the main reasons for wanting to be bad is to reduce one's presence.

If you can avoid being noticed by your boss or superior, you naturally hope that they will not focus on you and just remember to pay you your salary every month.

So acting quietly and cautiously was almost instinctive for Henry.

Even though his strength has increased by an unknown amount, as long as he is careful enough in his daily life, he will not be afraid of destroying anything because of the extra strength and attracting other people's attention.

This was especially true for those whose sensory abilities had been heightened several times over. The art of feigning death, how to see without seeing, how to hear without hearing, was ingrained in their bones.

There's no need to worry about absorbing so much information from the outside world that it's overwhelming your brain. Ignoring redundant information isn't a skill; excluding useful information as well is the pinnacle of playing dead.

As for the sense of smell, there's even less of a problem. "If you enter a room filled with orchids, you'll no longer smell their fragrance; if you enter a shop selling abalone, you'll no longer smell their stench." This is a proverb passed down by our ancestors.

Simply put, smelling habit is no longer a problem. Now it's just that the nose can smell more smells.

If you are suddenly irritated by a strange smell, no matter how sensitive your sense of smell is, you will feel uncomfortable. But once you get used to it, it will be just like that.

As for the sense of taste… Henry is not a child who will put anything he gets into his mouth.

Having a keener sense of taste can make eating a pleasure... or a torture, it's not a big deal.

In short, given the improvements shown by this body, as long as you don't think about testing its limits and live like an ordinary person with your own lifestyle, it is very easy.

As for testing the limits…why do that?

As long as you can perform at the level of a normal person, does it matter where your limit is?

I don't want to compete with Zishu Jingwen, just a game of exchanging punches to see who falls first.

Henry had speculated about his origins. First, being a Saiyan was out of the question, as they didn't have tails and wouldn't turn into a giant monkey when they saw a full moon.

Then he said he was from another planet. Although he looked human, he loved basking in the sun. And while basking in the sun, he could feel himself getting stronger in all aspects...

With all these characteristics, a term naturally comes to mind: Superman. Or, in other words, Kryptonian.

Damn, did I go to the wrong shed?

The reason for this question is that he has already received confirmation from Old John and other residents of the town that there was indeed a Captain America in this world.

Everyone also brought out their own collection of evidence, such as Captain America character cards, news bulletins, etc. For example, Old John actually had a photo of himself and Captain America during the war.

These things are very old and there is no doubt about their authenticity.

Second, although I haven’t heard of any other familiar superheroes besides Captain America, there are mutants in this world, and there are many of them.

The love-hate relationship between the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants often appears in tabloids. If the incident is big enough, it will be reported in major newspapers.

For example, the Cuban Crisis in the 60s and the Mutant Egyptian War in 83 were given considerable coverage regardless of whether the newspapers viewed mutants as a threat.

To this day, the mutants that appear around us from time to time still remind us that this world does not belong to ordinary humans alone.

Then vampires and werewolves were no longer just bedtime stories or film and television themes. From time to time, they created monsters like zombies, and then wiped out a small town, and things like that appeared frequently in the tabloids.

The US government's ambiguous attitude towards whether to block this type of information also reveals another meaning: they don't want to make a big deal out of it, but they also don't want the public to be kept in the dark.

Therefore, the topic of gun control, which has been debated every year, has made no progress.

This isn't just about 'Happy America, Shooting Every Day.' It's because the world is so dangerous that ordinary people who can't even carry guns are like chickens in the eyes of those outsiders.

And then, one last, very important thing. The year is 1990, and Henry is in an unnamed small town in Alaska, the United States.

When answering this question, Old John inexplicably added "Earth" at the end to indicate the location of the town.

Henry didn't care whether Old John noticed anything or not, and in fact Old John didn't care much either.

He was a World War II veteran, and his two sons died in Vietnam. Both sons had wives, but neither had children.