Marvel Gashapon Maniac

"Ah Wei, you're playing video games again? You guys go ahead, I have some things to take care of at home." Young Fu You shook his head and smiled as he declined the invitation.

"Okay, you've been pretty busy lately." Ah Wei scratched his head and left.

Watching Awei leave, Fu You's smile faded.

I took out my phone, turned on the screen, and started unlocking it.

After pattern unlocking, I pressed my fingerprint, and the phone was unlocked. The phone interface was as clean and simple as a brand new phone that had just been set up.

Open the notepad; it's filled with densely packed information.

"My plan for this afternoon is to work at the coffee shop... I plan to build a good relationship with Ah Wei tomorrow. Refusing him today might lower my favorability slightly, so I need to cater to his preferences tomorrow."

Fu You scrolled through the schedule with a blank expression, confirming the itinerary for the rest of the day.

"Alright, I need to get to the coffee shop now. Being late will leave a bad impression on the manager." I put away my phone, waited for the bus at just the right time, and found my favorite corner seat in the last row.

Fu You put his schoolbag on his lap and rested for a moment, intending to relax and recover his energy.

Just a few stops later, Fu You heard a commotion and opened his eyes.

It was an elderly man with a full head of white hair, who was slowly walking in.

However, there were clearly no empty seats left, so he was forced to move to the back.

“It’s Wang Fugui from the next neighborhood, 65 years old, priority: medium.” Fu You recognized the old man at a glance.

I opened my phone's notepad and compared it with what I remembered; there was indeed no problem.

No one offered him a seat, and Fu You's expressionless face transformed into a smile.

"Grandpa Wang, please sit here with me."

"Hey? Isn't this the young man from the Fu family? Oh dear, you're so kind-hearted. These young people nowadays..."

When the old man saw Fu You, he walked over and sat down in his seat, muttering about the young man's indifference.

Fu You picked up his bag and stood at the exit. There were still a few stops to go, so he decided to wait at the door.

"Wang Fugui, a regular at square dancing, although he's in great shape, he likes to criticize young people... Making friends with him is necessary... 0. He has no commercial value." Fu You mentally filtered through the relevant information, quietly watching the scenery along the roadside.

"Unplanned events"

……

"Here's your coffee, sir." Fu You placed the coffee on the customer's table, collected the empty plates, and returned to the front desk.

There were a few tables of customers dining in the restaurant. Although there weren't many people, most of the customers looked very relaxed and seemed satisfied with the food.

"A well-established restaurant with relatively few customers and excellent dishes within a 10-kilometer radius of my home is the kind of place where the good food is hidden away and the business isn't too busy, but the pay isn't too bad either." Fu You looked around, thinking to himself.

While pondering in his mind, his hands continued to move.

Once the freshly ground coffee is ready, place it on the table in front of you.

"The specialty of this shop is the owner's special coffee, which is made by mastering three different coffee-making techniques and making them all with exquisite skill. Although it is not a secret, I had the opportunity to learn it after a month of hard work, and the owner agreed to teach me."

Looking at the coffee in front of him, Fu You was lost in thought.

"I'll be working here for a while. The shop has a good future and the income is stable. The manager will definitely continue the family business. As long as I learn this skill, I can..."

The system maintenance is complete.

"Huh?" Fu You was taken aback: "What was that sound?"

He looked around but didn't see anyone else.

"That's strange, is it an auditory hallucination? Maybe I'm just too tired lately." Fu You rubbed his temples, feeling that he might be too exhausted.

"Fu You, Fu You, I have something to tell you." The manager suddenly popped out from the kitchen and waved to Fu You.

"Hmm?" Fu You, who was deep in thought, was taken aback, got up and walked over: "Shopkeeper, is there something you need?"

"Um, actually..." The shop manager stammered for a while before finally saying to Fu You, "Actually, I'm planning to close the shop."

"What?" Fu You's face showed a shocked expression as he looked at the shop manager in disbelief.

"This store has no problems with profitability or reputation at all. It's more than enough for you to keep operating and the profits are not low, so why would you need to close it down?"

“That’s not the issue,” the store manager interrupted. “Actually, it’s a bit difficult to say… I… want to open stores in other parts of the world.”

"What?"

"Ahem, I want to open shops in other parts of the world. Maybe America, maybe Japan, maybe France, maybe Russia... I don't really know where I'll go."

"Why? Why would you suddenly abandon the old shop passed down from your father to think about such a vague and unrealistic thing?" Fu You looked at the shopkeeper seriously, not understanding what the purpose of such an unknown plan was.

"Well... before I took over this shop, I already had the idea of ​​traveling around the world. Taking over this shop was just to hone my skills," the shopkeeper said with an awkward smile, scratching his head sheepishly.

"In the months before I leave, I'll try my best to pass on my coffee-making skills to you. Study hard," he said, smiling as he patted Fu You on the shoulder.

"Why?" Fu You asked with a complicated expression.

"Are you asking me why I embarked on such an unreliable plan? Or... are you asking me why I helped you, Fu You?"

"..." Fu You remained silent and did not answer.

"I've heard about you before; you're quite famous in your hometown. A strong and good kid who lost both parents, you have a great reputation, and many people praise you."

The store manager's expression suddenly changed from a smile to a serious one: "But aren't those just disguises of life?"

"...How did you figure that out?" Fu You asked after a moment of silence.

"Although I haven't studied anything about micro-expressions, I can still tell them."

"The soul of coffee."

"Coffee is infused with the maker's reflections on life, which is why I once said your coffee was missing something important."

The store manager pointed to the coffee Fu You had made and said.

"...I can't understand it." Fu You's face darkened: "Whether it's this reckless plan, the optimistic personality, or the so-called soul of coffee."

"But you finally understood, didn't you?" A voice reached Fu You's ears.

When he came to his senses again, he was already sitting at the counter of the coffee shop, with the sun setting outside the window.

A strange memory flooded his mind, and Fu You clutched his head, panicking as he tried to soothe the discomfort.

I took out my phone again, and it unlocked instantly. The home screen featured a group photo of all the characters from Date A Live, and the various apps were organized into folders.

“May 1, 2019…” Fu You read out the date displayed on his phone.

"The day I traveled through time..."

“You accepted it a long time ago, didn’t you? You started to learn to change, and you began to enjoy life more with the store manager instead of treating it as a task,” the woman who appeared to be the store manager said to Fu You from inside.

Although the appearance was indeed that of the former store manager, Fu You was certain that it was not him.

"Coffee is also a kind of life. Some people like the bittersweet taste and love this kind of coffee... So what about you?" The man who looked like the shop manager pointed to a cup of coffee in front of Fu You.

It includes a cup of coffee, as well as sugar and other byproducts.

“Life needs planning…” Fu You stared blankly at the coffee in front of him, “But…”

He suddenly picked up the jar of sugar and poured the entire jar over the coffee.

"To hell with plans, I just want to spend a new day with new friends. I'll think about plans tomorrow."

Fu You picked up the coffee that had turned completely white and drank it all in one gulp.

"Pah, so sweet." Fu You coughed, clearly choking a little due to the taste.

Slowly setting down his cup, Fu You looked at the person and asked, "Speak, who are you?"

"You may or may not know him. Walter Young."

"Pfft, cough cough. Yang sit-up Walter Yang?" Fu You suddenly choked on his saliva.

"It may sound strange, but it is indeed me," Walter said, shrugging.

"How did you get here? No, where is this?" Fu You asked blankly.

"This is probably the kind of place you dream of."

"In a dream? A dream world... I see." Fu You pondered for a moment and realized where he was. It must be the card that Sea King activated at the end.

"And who are you?" Fu You looked at Walter.

“I exist within the Herrscher core. Although I don’t know how you obtained the Herrscher core, I reside within it,” Welt explained.

"Rua, it sounds weird to have a man inside my body," Fu You couldn't help but complain.

"Since you've come to see me in this dream world, you must have some purpose, right?"

"Um... what if I said it was an accident?" Walter said awkwardly.

"Forehead……"

“However, I have found a way to leave.” Walter pointed to the door of the coffee shop.

"Open it, and you can leave."

"This door?" Fu You looked at the coffee shop's main entrance. "That's fine too."

Fu You stood up and walked to the door, where the heavily armed bunny appeared behind him.

"Ora! Ora! Ora!" The heavily armed bunny launched a frenzied attack on the door in front of it.

"Goodbye to the past! DIY!" Fu You kicked the door, sending it flying.

1. This is basically a supplement to the setting before Fu You's transmigration, as well as an extra chapter about how he left the Dreamland. Actually, there are many settings that I wanted to explain a long time ago, but I haven't written them out yet.

Chapter One: The Multiverse Begins

The Aquaman incident was resolved, and the sealing stone and equipment in Aquaman's possession were taken by Fu You and Tony respectively, after which Fu You was imprisoned.

Because Harry promptly deflected blame and distanced himself from the situation, Osborn Enterprises was not significantly affected.

Having dealt with the thieves in the Dream Realm, Nyaruko planned to say goodbye to everyone and return to her hometown to get married.

However, an unexpected thing happened: Fu You only knew how to activate the polyhedron, but didn't know how to reverse it.

Even Vishir said she didn't know what the evil gods had turned this thing into, and she said she didn't know how to start it.

An awkward thing happened: Nyaruko couldn't go back.

Indeed, you shouldn't make promises you can't keep.

The polyhedron is now being studied by Tony to see if he can find a solution.

The main energy core of the polyhedron that traverses the world is a completely black, glass-like fragment. Fu You obtained it once before, from the Devilman who once tried to steal Tony's power.

According to the description, this is a tool used by the [Severing] organization to travel through worlds. However, for some reason, the system of the game describes this item as an upgrade component, which can be absorbed to upgrade the system.

In short, Nyarlathotep will probably have to stay on Earth for a while until Tony makes any progress in his research.

Upon learning of this, Nyaruko joined Tohru's bar party with a look of grief and indignation, forming an alliance with Tohru that would never go home.

Of course, this is in the literal sense. Thor, too, once formed a friendly mutual aid society on the advice of Steve, an American role model, because he was exiled and unable to return.

But then again, isn't Thor the one who doesn't want to leave now?

In short, everything gradually calmed down.

There was no Ultron mechanical crisis, no Steel Claws restarting the universe, and no Fantastic Four defeating the invincible Galactus.

What seems like an ordinary daily routine, but...

“Mr. Stark, let’s go first,” the boy in the red and blue bodysuit said to Tony, his face covered by a nanotech mask. He then leaped into the air, shooting out a web and disappearing into the distance.

"Ellis, help me lock onto the target."

Watching the departing figure, the annoying little Spider-Man scratched his head: "Um... Mr. Stark, was that armor you developed? It looks cool."

"Don't ask me, my nanotech armor is still in the experimental stage. But... this design is pretty good," Tony remarked.

"Do you all use web shooters? My webs are all generated by my own body, why is that?" Another boy wearing a regular Spider-Man suit asked awkwardly.

"Hey, won't someone like you who just shoots white stuff out of the street be considered a pervert? Maybe it's because you're so likely to corrupt kids that they switched to web shooters?" Another masked man, wearing a full red bodysuit and carrying two swords on his back, patted his shoulder and poked his face, making sarcastic remarks.

The small, red and blue robot standing nearby wasn't going to listen to this nonsensical conversation anymore and set off on its own.

After the robot set off, the other two Spider-Men followed closely behind.