Chapter One: A Human Cannon Delivered Right at the Start

Who am I? Where am I?

Yang Xin had no time to ponder these questions, because a shell was coming his way...

Although the shell landed far from him, the shockwave from its explosion still sent him flying. At this moment, nothing else mattered—survival was everything. Struggling frantically, scrambling on hands and feet, Yang Xin tumbled and crawled behind a thick concrete wall, immediately squeezing himself into a corner, trying to shrink his body as much as possible to present a smaller target.

Now, a torrent of chaotic thoughts swept through his mind. Yang Xin remembered clearly that he had just been an ordinary man from Huaxia, sitting in an internet café when suddenly darkness fell before his eyes and he found himself here.

The fallen billboards and panicked, screaming crowds fleeing for their lives made it clear this was not Huaxia at all, but the distant land of America. As Yang Xin tried to calm his pounding heart and figure out where he was, a golden-red armored man descended from the sky in the distance, engaging in a fierce battle with another massive figure clad in iron.

“Damn, that’s Iron Man and Iron Monger. I’m in the Marvel universe!” Seeing the familiar scene, Yang Xin screamed in his heart.

“Ding—Dimension scenario confirmed. Timeline confirmed. All-Heavens Treasure Distribution System activating. Binding host...” A calm voice suddenly resounded in Yang Xin’s mind.

“What the heck is this? All-Heavens Treasure Distribution System? What does it do?” Yang Xin asked inwardly, keeping his composure.

“The All-Heavens Treasure Distribution System possesses endless treasures. It will distribute treasures at random intervals. Your task as the host is to find suitable users for these treasures.”

“What benefits do I get as the host?” Yang Xin got straight to the point.

“Upon completing a task, the host will randomly acquire one skill from the user. Moreover, users of the treasures cannot harm the host in any way, and the host can freely travel all the realms and worlds.”

“Why must I run around distributing treasures?” Yang Xin inquired.

“Do you know, at the dawn of chaos, when heaven and earth first split, there was a Cliff of Treasure Distribution?” The system’s tone suddenly shifted.

“Go on...” Yang Xin rolled his eyes and replied in an ancient, formal style.

“I was once the Cliff of Treasure Distribution at the beginning of the world. Then, after heaven and earth changed and the primordial world shattered, I too was broken into countless fragments, leaving only a trace of spirit behind.”

“Weren’t all the treasures on the Cliff of Treasure Distribution already divided up? What does that have to do with you going around distributing treasures?” Yang Xin pressed.

“Shallow! Even the computers in this world, lacking intelligence, possess copy and paste functions. As the original Treasure Distribution Cliff, could I not have left some backups?”

“As for why I distribute treasures, you must understand: in any world, to gain something, something must be given. My treasures can only belong to those with virtue. Virtue here means not only moral character, but also luck and destiny.”

“Oh...” Yang Xin let out a long sigh. He thought to himself, “So there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Distributing treasures is actually to absorb the destiny and fortune of the users, thereby strengthening itself. What a lucrative business!”

“Will you bind to this system as the host?”

“Bind!” Of course he would. With such an opportunity, such a secret—if he refused, he’d surely end up dead and gone.

As for becoming the system’s puppet? Please! There are billions of people in the world; even if you wanted to be a puppet, you wouldn’t get the chance. All that talk of ‘my fate is mine and not heaven’s’ or being master of destiny—only a fool would say such things. Anyone who dares say that will be obliterated in an instant.

As the sage Laozi once said: “Know the masculine, but keep to the feminine; be the valley of the world. Being the valley, everlasting virtue never deserts you; return to being a child. Know the white, but keep to the black; be a pattern for the world.”

The sage tells us that if a person truly grasps the “Way,” the great truth of nature, they will naturally exhibit the virtue that accords with it.

But Yang Xin had a different interpretation: know your place, be content, go with the flow. The wise know when to yield!

“Host successfully bound. The first treasure will materialize: The Human Cannon! Trial mission: Within three minutes, find a user for the Human Cannon. The user must be a warrior with a heart to protect.”

“Human Cannon? That terrifying super cannon built by Germany in WWII—the 800mm Gustav railway gun?” Yang Xin frowned. Never mind if he could even lift it, that thing wasn’t designed to be operated by one person!

“Damn, did you get broken into so many pieces your logic stopped working?” Yang Xin cursed inwardly. But after filtering through his memory, he realized he’d been an idiot.

The Human Cannon wasn’t the 800mm Gustav at all, but the super weapon from “Dinosaur Express Koseidon”—the one that fired a person out and turned an ordinary human into a superhuman.

Yes, that Human Cannon with its “Level One Ready, Level Two Ready” sequence that shot people out. The system wouldn’t hand over the Human Cannon directly; instead, Yang Xin could turn any car he touched into the Human Cannon.

“Damn, where am I supposed to find a suitable user? I can’t just grab a random person off the street, and besides, bullets are flying everywhere—who’s left on the streets?” Yang Xin cursed, knowing that failing to complete the task in three minutes couldn’t have any good outcome.

As Yang Xin grew increasingly anxious, a man with a receding hairline was protecting a beautiful woman while running for their lives. When Yang Xin spotted this man, his eyes lit up. “Phil Coulson—it’s you!” he thought.

“Sir, I’ve found Miss Potts, but the enemy fire is too intense! Requesting backup, requesting backup!” Coulson shouted into his radio.

“Hang in there, Coulson, backup is on its way.” On the other end, Director Nick Fury sounded helpless. The incident had happened too suddenly for any effective support, and with the situation on the ground, ordinary agents would be useless.

“Coulson, don’t worry about me—go help Tony!” The beautiful woman being dragged along—Pepper Potts—shouted urgently.

Coulson, looking rather foolish, raised his M1911A1 handgun and gazed at the world in despair. Then, glancing at Iron Monger’s monstrous machine gun, his resolve evaporated—better to protect Potts for now.

“It’s not that the brothers aren’t trying; the enemy is just too strong.” As Coulson was losing hope, a battered car screeched to a halt beside him, and a frantic voice called, “Coulson, get in!”

Get in? Well... if you could call that a car. The roof was gone, the front bumper and hood were missing, the engine was in pieces, two wheels were busted, and the rear was on fire...

“Oh my god, what is this car? Can it even move?”

“First came the Santana, then came the gods! This car never breaks down! Cut the crap and get in—your driver’s ready to roll!” Yang Xin’s anxious voice shouted from inside.

In the eyes of others, this battered Santana was just a wreck, but in fact, it had already become the Human Cannon battle vehicle. The only thing missing was a user, so it still appeared as a wreck. It was simply the most intact car Yang Xin could find nearby.

“Get Miss Potts in first!” Coulson didn’t care why this stranger knew his name. He shoved Pepper Potts into the car.

“Coulson, trust me, we can defeat Iron Monger!”

“With this junk car?”

“With this junk car! Trust me and get in—the driver’s ready to ride!” Yang Xin urged.

Coulson paused, blinked, and examined the wreck. Without hesitation, he pushed Pepper into the car and climbed in himself.

“Coulson, front seat!”

“You trust him that much?” Pepper whispered.

“This car isn’t as simple as it looks. Several shells hit it just now, but it wasn’t scratched. Besides, the inside is nothing like what you see from the outside,” Coulson explained, gesturing at the interior before climbing into the passenger seat.

“Coulson, buckle up! Are you ready? We’re going to take down Iron Monger and save Mr. Stark!” Yang Xin yelled.

“You’re saving Tony, not me—this is your car!” Coulson looked dumbfounded.

“No, it’s your car!” Yang Xin grinned, his teeth flashing brilliantly, then shouted, “For victory, I’ll borrow a Stark family motto: Winter is coming!”

“I’ve watched ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ too. That’s not Tony’s family motto,” Pepper objected from the back seat.

“Coulson, get ready—we’re advancing!”

“Human Cannon, Level One Ready!” At Yang Xin’s words, Coulson, strapped to the seat, was forced to recline.

“Human Cannon, Level Two Ready!” The battered Santana suddenly transformed, its barrel tilting forty-five degrees toward the sky. Inside, Coulson felt as if he were crossing both time and space, and before Yang Xin and Pepper’s very eyes, he vanished.

“Human Cannon, fire!”

“Kosei!” With a shout, a red figure shot out.

Dinosaur Express Koseidon—Human Cannon! Warrior of the era, Phil Coulson, reporting for duty!