Courting Disaster in the Marvel Universe

In the early morning, inside an apartment room that looked utterly ordinary.

After casually taking a bite from the hamburger on the table, the boy with dead-fish eyes flopped lazily back onto his bed, absentmindedly watching the television screen.

“Hmm... I’ve pretty much finished absorbing the memories of this body. No problem with the language now.”

His name was Jos Quinn. Though the name sounded a bit odd, it was still better than his old friend, who had the unfortunate name Mario.

Originally, Jos’s English scores had never surpassed thirty out of a hundred, but now he could understand American television shows without subtitles, effortlessly and completely.

The reason for all this was, without a doubt, because after crossing over, he had inherited the memories of this body’s original owner—a person who, whether coincidentally or otherwise, was also called “Jos.”

Nodding in satisfaction, Jos switched the television to a metal music channel and leaned back on the bed.

It had been over a week since he arrived in this world, and Jos had more or less adapted to his new life here, without any real discomfort.

After all, his health had never been good in his previous life. Born with a congenital heart defect, who knew what went wrong, but one day his legs just twitched and that was the end of him.

To strengthen his weak body, Jos had put in a fair amount of effort, working out regularly and learning some martial arts.

The results were quite significant—so much so that he managed to train himself to death.

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