Chapter 1

The rain continued unabated, as if an invisible giant hand had appeared in the sky, determined to squeeze out every last drop of moisture.

For the people below, the rain curtain seemed like a barrier, isolating them from the world, and from each other.

*Pitter-patter...*

A well-built woman tightly wrapped herself in her windbreaker and hurried down the street. Her umbrella trembled under the assault of the wind and rain, and most of her body was drenched, but she seemed oblivious.

A black crow flew against the rain and landed on the sign of a nearby shop. Its crimson eyes glanced at the woman’s back, revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

In those crimson eyes, a red creature, not much larger than the crow and resembling a twisted human face, floated in the air in a way the crow couldn’t understand. It closely followed behind the woman’s ear.

The red creature’s lips moved continuously, and with its whispers, invisible crimson threads were drawn from the woman’s body and then consumed by the red creature.

Each time it consumed a thread, the red creature’s body became more solid, and its size grew visibly.

As the red creature solidified and grew, the woman’s emotions became increasingly agitated, as if all her negative emotions were being squeezed out, eroding her remaining sanity.

*Chuckle...*

The eerie, terrifying laughter was particularly clear in the rain, yet it seemed to be separated from the real world by an invisible barrier.

The crow flapped its wings, and its animal instincts urged it to flee. Just as it spread its wings and shattered a few raindrops...

*Crack*

A gust of wind shook the surroundings;

A white shadow swooped down from a distance.

The continuous rain seemed to be cut by a sharp object. In the unseen world, a red-glowing Yazaqana blade fiercely sliced through the red face.

The rain resumed its flow, as if it had never paused.

No one, except the crow, noticed what had just happened.

The woman’s hurried steps faltered, her anxious expression smoothed out by the wind and rain. She hid under her umbrella, calmed herself for a moment, and then slowly merged into the crowd in the distance.

It seemed that in that instant, all her negative emotions were sealed away again, waiting for the next eruption.

"Hey, the fifth Yazaqana."

Nanke stood at the entrance of the shop the woman had just passed, slowly retracting the Yazaqana blade. A crisp notification sounded in his ear.

"Congratulations on completing the beginner tutorial, successfully obtaining the legacy of the Demon-Binding Sword Spirit, Yone."

With a surge of power within him, Nanke took a deep breath. He could feel the power in his body becoming more solid and flowing more smoothly.

The Yazaqana consciousness that had been incessantly chattering in his head fell silent the moment the system notification sounded, like a chicken whose neck had been clamped.

With the long-awaited silence, Nanke looked at the crow that had already flown away.

"It seems to be able to see?"

Nanke raised his arm, and the white sleeve looked somewhat ethereal. Raindrops passed through his arm as if it were transparent.

A child walked through Nanke’s body, not feeling any contact at all.

"Interesting." Nanke gazed deeply at the rain-soaked street and then slowly closed his eyes.

...

...

When he opened his eyes again, the noisy sound of the rain was gone. Warm yellow light illuminated the wooden walls, and a newspaper was placed under the lamp, with the headline reporting new news from "Stark Industries."

Nanke got up from the chair and walked to the mirror. The white, flowing sleeve had somehow turned into a black hoodie.

A red mask covered half of his face, and the exposed eyes were covered with a purple glow, making him look mysterious and eerie.

Looking at his reflection, Nanke didn’t mind this outfit. After all, in this Marvel world, any famous superhero needed their own "costume."

And his outfit, in terms of appearance, coolness, and practicality, undoubtedly surpassed those of other heroes.

The Yazaqana blade aside, this red mask allowed Nanke to assume a spirit form and see the Yazaqana in the spiritual realm.

Being able to see the Yazaqana meant being able to kill it, and killing it meant gaining system points.

And "points," as anyone familiar with the internet knows, can help you create happiness.

*Buzz*

Nanke, who had been forced to wear the mask for three days, eagerly used his consciousness to retract it, revealing a handsome face.

Unlike Yone, after completing his task, the Yazaqana that had turned into the mask would be erased by the system. Without the Yazaqana, the mask could not resist Nanke’s will.

If he wanted it gone, it would be gone.

"System interface."

Nanke said in his mind.

A panel appeared before Nanke.

Name: Nanke

Power: D-

Level: 1 (0/500)

Skills: Complete Legacy of the Demon-Binding Sword Spirit (1/3) / (Points 0/1500)

Points: 100

Current Lottery Chances: 0 (Lottery chances are tied to task completion)

Pending Tasks: 1

Compared to the interface Nanke had seen before, which only had a beginner task, the current system interface was much more formal.

It even included power, skills, level, and a lottery system, which is a must-have for any system that exploits the host.

According to the system panel, the full legacy of the Demon-Binding Sword Spirit should be level 3, and he was currently at the initial stage. To advance, he needed 1500 points.

In comparison, leveling up was simpler.

"Leveling up probably means enhancing my attributes, which is strengthening my body; enhancing skills means strengthening the skills." Nanke rubbed his chin.

Although the Marvel world is not the Runeterra, Yazaqana still exist. After all, the negative emotions generated by various events in the Marvel world are no less than those in Runeterra.

Even without major events, the distortion of human nature and the decline of morality are enough to sustain a large number of Yazaqana.

According to the background story of League of Legends, Yazaqana are parasitic, immature demons. They haven’t become true demons yet; they just feed on the host’s negative emotions until they consume the host and become true demons.

"Killing five immature Yazaqana only gave me 100 points. Is it because the Yazaqana I killed were too weak, or... because I didn’t completely eliminate them?"

Nanke remembered in the promotional video "Ride the Wind," when Yone killed the Yazaqana that targeted Yasuo, the Yazaqana said, "As long as the inner demon remains, I will not perish."

This means to completely eliminate a Yazaqana, one must either help the host overcome their inner demon or... eliminate the entire person.

Therefore, the fastest way to improve his strength is...

"I need to find a few super-villains to kill!"

But in the next moment,

Nanke calmed down a bit. To avoid overeating, he needed to finish what was in the bowl before reaching for the pot.

He glanced at the pending task in the system interface and suddenly felt like he was playing an online game.

Previously, he lacked the ability to protect himself and spent most of his time hiding in a dilapidated hotel. Now, it was time to formally show the Marvel world his true skills.

"Let’s finish the task first!"

Say what you will, do what you must!

Nanke tidied his hair.

He turned off the lamp and pushed open the door of the cheap hotel with a *bang*.

The wind of the Marvel world rushed in, eagerly brushing against the face of this visitor from another world.

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