Being A Law God In Marvel!

"What's the worst place?"

"Hell's Kitchen!"

Ryuji nodded knowingly.

Hell's Kitchen—officially named Clinton, but better known by its infamous moniker—is a district on Manhattan's west side. Its borders stretch roughly from 59th Street to 34th Street in the north and south, Eighth Avenue to the Hudson River in the east and west.

Historically, it started as a slum, populated primarily by Irish immigrants. It quickly gained a reputation for its poor living conditions, ethnic conflicts, and rampant crime.

In the Marvel Universe, Hell's Kitchen is iconic. It's where Daredevil prowls the streets, Jessica Jones uncovers conspiracies, and street-level heroes like Luke Cage and Iron Fist fight against corruption and crime.

"How bad is it?" Ryuji asked, his tone curious rather than alarmed.

Samir hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Put it this way—Hell's Kitchen is notorious for its violent crime rate. Murder, drugs, prostitution, illegal gambling—you name it, they've got it. The locals say it's the most dangerous, filthy neighborhood in all of New York."

"Perfect," Ryuji said, a small grin forming on his lips.

Samir blinked. "Wait... what?"

"Why are we going there?" Diana asked, her curiosity piqued.

Ryuji didn't answer immediately, instead shifting the subject. "Who's in control of Hell's Kitchen right now?"

"Uh..." Samir scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "From what I gathered, the area's run by the Italian mob—the Jumo family. They're not exactly the type you want to mess with. These guys kill without blinking."

Ryuji didn't seem fazed. "Good. Let's head there."

Both Diana and Samir exchanged uneasy glances, but Ryuji was already lost in his thoughts.

Diana furrowed her brows. "You're not planning to attack them, are you? This doesn't sound like you."

Ryuji smirked. "Attack? No, Diana. Think of it more like... cleaning house."

Diana's confusion deepened. She had chosen to follow Ryuji after Ares' defeat, but his actions sometimes left her questioning his motives.

"Don't worry," he added, noticing her hesitation. "I'm just helping the good people of Hell's Kitchen. Call it... a public service."

Samir, on the other hand, seemed more concerned about their survival than any sense of justice. "Boss, are you sure about this? These mobsters aren't your run-of-the-mill gangsters. They have connections, firepower—"

"Exactly why they need to go," Ryuji interrupted. His tone left no room for argument.

"Fine," Diana sighed. "But don't forget, we're here to help people, not just create chaos."

"Of course," Ryuji said, though his mischievous grin suggested otherwise.

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A few days later, Samir reported back after scouting the area.

"Boss, I found a place. A three-story house on the edge of Hell's Kitchen. It's... well, livable, but it's not exactly the Ritz."

"It'll do," Ryuji said, standing and stretching.

Diana watched him warily. "You really think you can change this place?"

Ryuji looked at her, his expression softening. "Change? Maybe not. But we can make a dent."

With that, their next chapter in Hell's Kitchen began.

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Meanwhile, across town, Robert Stark paced back and forth in his study. The weight of his family's legacy bore down on him as he glanced at the small boy sleeping soundly in the next room.

His son, Howard Stark, was already showing signs of brilliance, but Robert couldn't shake the feeling that their family was standing on the edge of something far greater—or far more dangerous.

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Holy f*ck, this is too short... I didn't even noticed the word count back when I had translated this 😱

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