Mysteries On Marvel

Day turned to night, and night into day.

Immersed in the meticulous process of crafting the Chitose Potion, Eren was completely unaware of time slipping away.

If not for the alarm he had set earlier, which Little Oddball dutifully brought to him, Eren wouldn't have realized that he had spent the entire night in the lab.

Despite the sleepless night, Eren remained energetic and focused.

Through countless trials, and at the cost of a significant amount of raw materials, Eren had grown adept at the process of crafting the Chitose Potion. He was now familiar with most of the nuances and adjustments needed for the recipe.

All that remained was to refine the precise ratios for each ingredient to account for their varying concentrations. With a bit more effort, Eren was confident he could finally produce a successful potion.

After disposing of yet another failed batch with the help of Little Oddball, Eren let out a deep sigh of relief.

Removing his lab coat, he returned to his room and took a long, refreshing shower.

As was his routine, he went for a jog in the park to invigorate his body, which felt slightly fatigued.

Back home, Eren opened the refrigerator and prepared a nutritious breakfast for himself.

His deepening understanding of the Nutritional Pharmacist's Handbook now allowed him to create balanced, nutrient-rich meals with ease. As long as he had the right ingredients on hand, Eren could quickly whip up a delicious and wholesome dish tailored to his needs.

After breakfast, as Eren walked to school, he glanced at the busy streets filled with cars and thought to himself:

"Maybe it's time I bought a car."

Money was no issue, and he already had a driver's license.

Previously, Eren had chosen to walk as a form of exercise. However, now that his enhanced body no longer benefited much from mundane workouts like running, it seemed practical to invest in a car to save time.

...

Meanwhile, in Hell's Kitchen…

Elena stumbled out of the decrepit house, her legs weak and her entire body drained.

She was parched, exhausted to the core, but overwhelmingly relieved to have survived the night.

When she had resigned herself to her fate, believing her life was over, the madman had handed her a mop and some rags he had bought from the convenience store. He then ordered her to clean one of the least damaged rooms in the house.

She ended up scrubbing and clearing the space all night, disposing of scorched, dilapidated furniture until the mop finally broke from overuse. By dawn, she had managed to clean out a small, empty room.

Throughout the night, Eren lounged on a chair he had brought in from somewhere, watching her work with an unsettling calmness.

As he put it, "I paid for the full night."

Not wanting to waste even a cent of the $100 he had spent, Eren kept Elena working non-stop. He even made her return to the store with him to buy more supplies, carrying everything back to the house by herself.

The workload was so intense that even the most exploitative of capitalists would have been impressed by Eren's ruthlessness.

Still, despite her aching body, Elena was grateful. She had survived.

Inside the room she had cleaned, Eren had strung up a large hammock, suspended from the four corners of the room with fixtures. He now lay back in it, processing the information he had gleaned.

While Elena cleaned, she had shared plenty of details about Hell's Kitchen.

It turned out that the entire area was under the iron grip of Wilson Fisk, known as the Kingpin. Even the streetwalkers like Elena operated under his empire's permission.

Hell's Kitchen's outward chaos masked an intricate web of control woven by Fisk, extending his influence not just throughout the neighborhood but also across New York.

For Eren to establish his own foothold here, his first step would be to tear apart the oppressive net of "order" that Fisk had created.

Thinking of this, Eren's grin widened with excitement.

"Destroying order? That's my specialty!"

Under the dim light filtering through the room, Eren's shadow on the floor twisted faintly, taking the form of a grinning clown.

When Eren arrived at Midtown High, he noticed a large crowd of students gathered, buzzing with excitement.

Curious, he was about to approach the group when a familiar figure squeezed through the throng.

Doug, his round-faced friend, maneuvered through the crowd with surprising agility, dodging obstacles before reaching Eren's side.

"Hey, Eren! Did you catch the news last night?" Doug asked, practically bouncing with excitement.

"Yesterday, in the Gulmira region, this armored guy dropped out of the sky and single-handedly took out a bunch of terrorists! It was insane!"

Doug glanced around conspiratorially before lowering his voice. "Listen, man, I got a video from a hacker friend of mine. I'll show it to you later—it's unreal! My friend thinks that armored guy is some kind of top-secret weapon from one of the big nations."

Doug's enthusiasm only grew as he continued. "Oh, and get this—my hacker buddy says the military tried to cover it up, claiming an F-22 Raptor crashed during training. But we both know that's BS. I mean, a $350 million fighter jet crashing during practice? Give me a break!"

Grinning, Doug tugged Eren toward the classroom, eager to share the video.

Eren's mind, however, was racing.

Gulmira? Armored guy?

Wasn't this the plotline where Tony Stark, after building the Mark II suit, had a falling out with Obadiah and went to Gulmira to destroy Stark Industries' weapons?

If the Mark II was already operational, that meant the showdown between Tony and Obadiah's Iron Monger suit was just around the corner.

(End of Chapter)

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