Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Even so, his neighbors back home were thrilled and threw him a farewell ceremony.

Living in a big city, even in the worst area, was a lifelong dream for some of them.

The high school Chu Yang attended was small—much shabbier than any you'd see in a movie.

"Studying here is just a waste of time!" Chu Yang stood at the school gate, hesitating for a long while.

Finally, he turned around and left without looking back.

With less than 100 dollars on him, Chu Yang couldn't find a place to stay outside Brooklyn.

So, he spent 50 dollars on a room in a nearby motel.

"Now the problem is, how do I make some money? There's no way I'm going back empty-handed," Chu Yang thought to himself.

Suddenly, he realized...

Despite having so many doppelgangers, none of them had any abilities related to making money.

"Law-abiding or making money—I can only choose one..."

"Screw that! I'm not American. Why should I care about their laws?" (TN: You're in America, local laws apply regardless of nationality.)

"I'll go out and rob someone tonight!"

Taking a page from his clone in London, who had collected tuition fees from street thugs, Chu Yang felt it was time to collect some "living expenses" from the local troublemakers while improving the neighborhood's security.

After waiting for nightfall, Chu Yang left the motel in a black trench coat.

Brooklyn may have been poor, but it didn't lack entertainment.

Bright lights and revelry filled the streets.

Not long after heading out, Chu Yang encountered several junkies partying wildly on the street, their laughter and cursing filling the air.

Further down the road, bars began to pop up, with drunken people frequently stumbling out, cursing and vomiting everywhere.

Chu Yang waved his hand in disgust, sneering, "Tsk, tsk, it reeks of freedom everywhere..."

Drunks, both men and women, littered the streets. Male drunks collapsed with no one to care, often falling prey to pickpockets hiding in the shadows.

Female drunks, however, had a crowd of "good Samaritans" offering them assistance. Once they could no longer walk, someone would carry them off. If a gentleman with a car was involved, they'd be tossed into the vehicle, which would then drive off, shaking as it went.

Seeing this, Chu Yang couldn't help but marvel, "America really is full of good people..."

As he was about to pass through this decrepit street, a voice of warning rang out behind him. A group of tall, burly African Americans blocked his way.

"Hey, yellow monkey, never seen you around here before. You new? Do you know the rules here?"

While speaking, five or six black men surrounded Chu Yang, with two of them brandishing folding knives at his back.

Chu Yang chuckled, "What rules? Go ahead, tell me."

The leader was momentarily taken aback. Chu Yang's reaction wasn't what he had expected. Normally, people of any race would have started begging by now.

It was the first time someone had asked him that so seriously.

The black man sneered, "Hand over anything valuable on you."

"I've got 50 bucks on me. You can take it if you want," Chu Yang shrugged, raising his hands. "If you don't believe me, feel free to search me."

Skeptical, the black man ordered his companions to search him.

After rifling through Chu Yang's pockets, they found only a few scattered bills totaling exactly 50 dollars.

Many passersby chose to ignore the scene unfolding before them.

With their heads lowered, they quickly walked past the group of people.

The leader of the group, a black man, cursed angrily, "Damn poor guy! This is all the money you've got? It's less than what I make at work!"

Chu Yang looked at the man sincerely and asked, "What kind of work? Picking cotton?"

"F***!!!"

The black men flew into a rage and immediately rushed forward!

Crack!

It was the sound of steel breaking.

Two black men with dreadlocks looked down at their broken folding knives, perplexed.

How could their knives break while stabbing someone?

When they looked up, they saw Chu Yang's kind smile, along with his two fists, as big as sandbags.

Thud! Thud!

The two men flew backward, slamming into the cold concrete, making a dull sound that was painful even to hear.

Chu Yang knocked them out like they were mere children.

In no time, the only one left standing was the leader, holding a small switchblade, frozen in place.

As the cold wind blew past, he shivered, looking utterly helpless and pitiful.

"Are you planning to use that little knife to give me a manicure?" Chu Yang asked with a smile. "I'll pay you 50 bucks if you can do a good job."

The man immediately dropped the knife, squatted down with his hands over his head.

"Tsk tsk, don't you know the rules here, newbie?"

Chu Yang repeated what he had just said. The man quickly understood and emptied all his valuable belongings from his pockets, placing them on the ground.

"Get lost!"

As if granted a pardon, the man quickly pulled his remaining companions and fled.

Chu Yang picked up the money and counted it—about 900 dollars.

There was some powdery substance on the ground as well, which Chu Yang crushed under his foot.

Just as he turned around, a man blocked his path. The man was tall and muscular, wearing a well-tailored black suit.

"Not bad, kid. Have you ever had professional boxing training?"

Chu Yang had initially thought this guy was here to cause trouble, but he was surprised to be complimented instead.

The man didn't seem like a bad person.

Chu Yang grinned and said, "Sir, I haven't had any training. Those guys were just too weak."

"No training?" The man in the suit was shocked and extended his hand to Chu Yang. "Hi, I'm Happy Hogan. Are you interested in becoming a professional boxer? I could train you!"

Happy?

The bodyguard of Iron Man Tony Stark?

The more Chu Yang looked at him, the more he thought the man resembled him. No wonder this guy looked so tough.

Before meeting Tony Stark, Happy was indeed a boxer. Even after retiring from the ring, he still followed the boxing world closely.

In his heart, he still had dreams of the boxing arena. If he couldn't fulfill them himself, he hoped that someone he trained could.

"Mr. Happy, thank you for the offer, but I'm not interested in boxing."

Chu Yang declined Happy's proposal.

Come on, if he stepped into the ring, how many people would he end up killing?

"That's a shame." Happy shook his head in disappointment. To him, Chu Yang was a once-in-a-lifetime talent, and it was a pity he wouldn't step into the ring.

Chu Yang reminded him, "Isn't this the wrong time to be looking for boxers? Mr. Stark is still missing, isn't he?"

Happy was startled, "You know who I am?"

"I've seen you in the newspapers." Chu Yang gestured, "You're often standing next to Mr. Stark."

"Ah!" Happy suddenly realized. He sighed, "You've got a good eye and memory. You'd make a good bodyguard."

Then, out of the blue, Happy asked, "Do you have a job? If not, you could work as a bodyguard at Stark Industries."

Happy thought that if he could keep Chu Yang around, maybe he could persuade him to become a boxer later.

"I can make over 900 dollars a day doing this." Chu Yang waved the money he'd taken from the black men.

"Haha, don't worry, young man, we'll pay you even more!" Happy winked at him confidently.

Are you kidding?

Is there anywhere in the world that pays better than Stark Industries?

"Alright, I'll take the job."

"I knew you'd say yes! But hang on, I've got some important business to take care of first."

"No problem, I've got time. I'll come with you."

"I like your attitude, kid. If Tony comes back, he'll like you too."

The two of them, chatting and laughing, disappeared around the corner of the street.

After a while, Chu Yang learned that Happy was here to gather information from the black market about Tony Stark.

The military had been searching for Tony Stark's whereabouts.

Tony's closest allies, assistant Pepper Potts and bodyguard Happy Hogan, still hadn't received any concrete news.

So they decided to stop relying on the military and try their luck in the black market.

"When we get there, follow my lead and don't make a move. You have no idea how dangerous the black market is!" Happy warned him repeatedly as they approached a bar.

The bouncer at the door looked down at them arrogantly and said coldly, "Invitation, please."

Happy was taken aback, "Last time I came, they didn't mention any invitation!"

"Rules have changed, sir," the bouncer said impatiently. "Either show an invitation or leave."

"You rude piece of—"

Happy, furious, stepped forward to argue but was met with the barrel of a Desert Eagle pressed against his forehead.

Staring at the massive gun pointed at him, Happy swallowed, "Okay, I was just kidding. Don't get nervous. If that thing goes off, there'll be trouble."

The bouncer smirked and kept the gun in place.

For a moment, the situation was at a standstill.

"Hey, do we really need to go inside?"

Chu Yang's casual voice came from behind. Worried about a misunderstanding, Happy quickly explained, "Gustav is the most well-connected guy in New York's underground. He's our best shot at finding Tony."

"Got it." Chu Yang nodded and calmly walked up to the bouncer, who immediately aimed the gun at him.

Suddenly.

Chu Yang's hand moved like a phantom in front of him. The bouncer instinctively pulled the trigger, only to find his Desert Eagle had turned into a pile of parts.

"Whoa!!!" Happy shouted in shock, feeling like he was watching a movie.

The bouncer, realizing he'd been humiliated, swung a punch at Chu Yang's face.

Chu Yang effortlessly caught his fist, his fingers locking onto the man's knuckles.

Thud!

The bouncer dropped to his knees in front of Chu Yang, his face twisted in pain, as if his fist was about to be crushed.

Chu Yang gave him a hard kick to the chest, sending him flying through the bar's doors, skidding all the way into the dance floor.

The writhing crowd froze, and even the deafening music stopped.

Thud thud thud!

The sound of synchronized footsteps replaced the music, as a swarm of men in suits poured out of the bar.

Happy wanted to run, but Chu Yang grabbed him by the tie.

"Now's the time to show your real skills, Happy!"

"Huh?"