I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

In Boston, a city by the Atlantic, within a late-night diner that stayed open all hours of the night, dawn was barely breaking. The first light of morning hadn't fully touched the sky when two unusual guests walked in.

One was a young, handsome man, the other a small, cute girl. Both wore ill-fitting clothes, seemingly stolen, yet their noble aura was undeniable. Seated in a corner booth, they had ordered an impressive spread of food and were digging in with reckless abandon.

The diner owner, watching the golden-haired boy effortlessly devour his second plate of medium-rare steak without any signs of fullness, couldn't help but feel amazed. 

This young man must have come from a wealthy family and he mush have been cast out for some reason. The owner started to wonder whether these two could actually afford the bill.

And the little girl? She looked like she hadn't eaten in days— poor thing.

If it wasn't for the little girl, the owner might have asked them to pay up front already.

"Teacher, now that the cabin's gone, what are we going to do?" Jean asked with her big, curious eyes, struggling to take a big bite out of the steak she'd picked up. But the meat was too tough, and her small hands lacked the strength to tear it apart. She pouted, looking up at Caesar with a pitiful expression.

"Let me help," Caesar said with a chuckle. With a flick of his knife, the meat on Jean's plate was instantly cut into bite-sized pieces.

"Thank you, teacher," Jean beamed, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Eat up. We'll figure out what to do after. We can always rebuild the cabin," Caesar shrugged and spoke in a calm voice. Noticing the diner owner's concerned glances, he pulled something from his pocket and flicked it towards him. The item soared in a high arc and landed squarely on the owner's head.

Startled, the diner owner caught the object— it was a large, round coin, heavy and gleaming under the lights.

"A… gold coin? And such a large one!" He examined it closely. It had the British royal crest and an old minting date. This was the kind of rare currency used among the upper class in the past.

"That should cover the bill and a tip, right?" Caesar said nonchalantly.

"Yes, its more than enough!" The owner replied, bowing repeatedly while feeling overjoyed.

Jean continued eating, savoring the small pieces of steak Caesar had prepared. But suddenly, she stopped mid-bite, her hand frozen in place. Her brow furrowed in concern.

"What's wrong?" Caesar asked, noticing her change. He feared her powers might be activating again.

"Teacher…" Jean closed her eyes, reopening them with a worried look. "I hear screams… so many people are screaming in pain…"

"Where is it coming from?" Caesar asked.

Jean fell silent for a moment, concentrating before pointing eastward. "From that direction."

That was the direction of New York…

Caesar immediately understood. One of Apocalypse's Four Horsemen was currently in New York.

"Excuse me, boss," Caesar called out.

"Yes, sir, how can I help?" The owner rushed over, his attitude drastically more respectful than before.

"Could you turn on the TV?" Caesar gestured toward the television hanging in the dining area.

"Of course!" The owner hurried to switch it on. As the screen lit up, it cut to breaking news.

"Good morning, viewers. This is New York News, and we have a breaking story!"

"Just ten minutes ago, unknown robots launched an attack in the center of New York City. Many buildings and vehicles have been destroyed. While no casualties have been reported yet, severe traffic disruption and mass panic have ensued…"

As the female host spoke, the video footage switched to live coverage. The camera, though shaky and chaotic, showed the once bustling streets of New York now in disarray, with people fleeing in terror as the city was engulfed in fire and smoke.

*Boom!*

Something heavy crashed down from the sky. When the camera refocused, it revealed a massive two-meter-tall robot, its body entirely made of metal. It ignored the fleeing citizens and effortlessly lifted a car, hurling it ten meters away.

*Boom!*

The car exploded upon impact with a nearby phone booth, scattering debris and glass everywhere.

And it wasn't just one robot; there were dozens of them, all descending like falling stars onto New York's streets. Their eyes glowed with laser beams, tearing through buildings and cars, wreaking havoc wherever they went.

In just a few minutes, the heart of New York City was reduced to rubble, consumed by fire and smoke like a scene from the apocalypse.

"Oh my god, what are those things…?" The diner owner muttered, his mouth agape.

"First Generation Sentinels," Caesar murmured, knowing full well this was Magneto's doing.

These Sentinels were formidable, with abilities like supersonic flight, super strength, shared combat data, and laser vision, though they couldn't yet perfectly replicate mutant powers. 

And the main critical flaw? They were made of metal, which made them vulnerable to Magneto's control.

The real threat, Caesar thought, would be the Second Generation Sentinels, designed with non-metal materials and capable of absorbing mutant abilities, turning into something akin to a weaker version of Apocalypse himself.

"Teacher, are you going to stop them?" Jean asked while looking back at Caesar, her eyes filled with concern.

"No need," Caesar shook his head. To him, this was Magneto's personal vendetta, not an act tied directly to Apocalypse.

The Sentinels were originally created by the government to wipe out mutants. Now, they were being turned against their creators— what an ironic twist of fate.

As Caesar mulled this over, the live footage showed the Sentinels suddenly flying away from New York, gathering together and leaving behind a trail of destruction.

"They're fleeing… but where to?" Jean tilted her head in confusion.

"There's only one place they'd go. That direction leads to Washington…"

Caesar's mouth twitched. He had just thought Magneto was showing some restraint, only to realize the Sentinels were now headed straight for Washington— the seat of government and home to the White House.

Magneto, are you trying to assassinate the president again?

(End of Chapter)