CHAPTER 3 World Of Superheroes

After King Kong Barbie left, Patch couldn't wait to open the virtual panel of the main god's space and check out the two functions it mentioned.

A series of introductory texts appeared before Patch's eyes:

Divinity of the Main God: A super-regular godhead formed through non-human operations in the endless universe. This godhead possesses two unique attributes of the universe: time and space. Once the new main god's energy reaches a certain level, their own energy specification will automatically be unlocked.

"Isn't this just like the passive skills of a League of Legends hero? Why all the grandiose talk?" Patch muttered, then glanced down again.

Skill Exchange: All super character skills, knowledge of the mysterious side, extraordinary skills, and technological knowledge from the infinite worlds created by the previous main god. Since the former main god only created a single technological plane, the resource management department of the Lanbai Society specially gifted the new main god's space host with access to skill exchanges from four different plane worlds.

To exchange for these skills, you must convert them into exchange points using extraordinary energy. The new main god's space host must continue working hard to earn more points.

The specific worlds involved in this function are: Resident Evil, World of Warcraft, Wizard World, and League of Legends.

"Only four worlds?" Patch muttered after reading everything. He stared at the gray ceiling and sighed, "I can't believe my dreams of world domination got crushed before they even started."

A fleeting sense of disappointment washed over him, but Patch forced a smile and muttered, "It's fine, at least it's still a pretty powerful golden finger. These four worlds can't be as useless as that unreliable main god from before."

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Patch's mind.

He remembered that King Kong Loli had recharged him with a thousand exchange points before leaving.

"Let's see what I can get…"

He eagerly opened the skill exchange panel, eyes bright with excitement as he scrolled through the virtual display.

However, within just two minutes, Patch was immediately forced to stop.

Advanced Artificial Intelligence Red Queen: From the world of Resident Evil. Required exchange points: 100,000.

Mutated Version of T-Virus: From the world of Resident Evil. Required exchange points: 50,000.

The Frozen Throne of Sargeras: From the world of World of Warcraft. Required exchange points: 250,000.

Treading Wind – Fist of the Heavens: From the world of World of Warcraft. Required exchange points: 180,000.

"Heart of Doom: From 'Wizard World'—Required Exchange Points: 180,000."

"Morello's Secret Code: From the world of 'League of Legends'—Required Exchange Points: 200,000."

…

After reading through the list of these high-end items, Patch felt a surge of helplessness wash over him.

Staring at the absurdly long string of zeros next to each artifact, he couldn't help but wonder—how could he possibly afford any of these?

"Dammit! Why does everything have to be top-tier? Why can't they offer something more reasonable?" Patch groaned, spreading his hands in exasperation. He stared at the virtual panel with dead, unamused eyes.

"Ugh, the revolution has not yet succeeded... The comrades must still work harder," he muttered bitterly, almost mechanically, as he reached to close the virtual panel.

Just as his hand hovered over the button, a mechanical voice rang out in his mind, interrupting him.

"Do not despair, young one, for the newly appointed Master God does not face such trials alone."

The voice continued, full of an almost pompous grandeur:

"The previous Lord God, Kibadayat Chanlovski, foresaw your current predicament and has prepared a gift especially for you. A powerful new ability, yours for only 1,000 exchange points."

"Sao Nian, come, claim your gift!"

– The esteemed Lord Kibadayat Chanlovski.

Patch froze, his hand still suspended in the air. A new page popped up on the virtual panel in front of him. He blinked and read the title aloud:

"The True Explanation of Orlando Andres Googol's Wizards."

What? Patch stared at the words, blinking in disbelief.

It was a book, floating in front of him, like some kind of magical projection. The name sounded far more impressive than anything he had seen before.

"Alright, fine. I'll bite," Patch thought, already too desperate to care.

Without hesitation, he tapped to exchange the points. The 1,000 points in his account were wiped clean, reduced to zero. In an instant, the book materialized out of thin air and landed in his hands.

The cover was dark, wrapped in a swirling black mist, with a vaguely human face shifting within the shadows. Despite the eerie appearance, Patch simply shrugged it off, flipping open the first page.

What lay inside was an incomprehensible language—a script he'd never seen before. Yet, as he scanned it, something odd happened. He understood it. Every word, every sentence, as if his mind was translating it instantly.

"This is too good to be true…" Patch muttered in frustration after skimming through a few pages.

The book wasn't some hidden treasure—it was just an introductory guide for novice wizards.

"And they had to give it a ridiculous name? Really?" Patch tossed the book onto his bed with an irritated sigh. He stood up and walked toward the door.

…

After having lunch at the orphanage's canteen, Patch was heading back to his room when he was stopped by Priest Magellan, who leaned heavily on his cane.

"Little Patch, come to my office for a moment."

"Yes, Grandpa Magellan."

Patch moved quickly to assist the frail priest, helping him to his office with careful steps. Once they arrived and Magellan settled into his chair, he leaned his cane aside and looked up at Patch with a discerning gaze.

"Little Patch, there's something different about you today."

Patch felt a slight pause. The priest's words were sharp, perceptive. It was true—ever since unlocking the memories of his past life, Patch had felt a subtle shift within himself. His temperament, his outlook, they were all changing.

Still, Patch didn't want to burden the old priest with his inner turmoil. He simply smiled and helped Magellan settle comfortably in his chair, not sharing much about his newfound knowledge or the struggles he was facing. Some things, he knew, were best kept to himself—for now.

"Grandpa Magellan, this is just your illusion. I'm still Patch, nothing has changed."

Priest Magellan shook his head with a knowing smile and changed the subject. "Little Patch, in a few months, you'll have to leave the orphanage. Have you thought about what you'll do after that?"

According to the laws in the United States, children raised in orphanages are required to leave by the time they turn sixteen. At this age, they are considered legally responsible adults, expected to find jobs and support themselves. Patch was only a few months away from his sixteenth birthday, meaning he would soon need to leave the orphanage and step into the world on his own.

"I don't know," Patch replied with a wry smile. "Guess we'll just have to resign ourselves to fate! I'm sure I'll find a way to support myself somehow."

"Little Patch, it doesn't matter what kind of work you do. This is a free country. As long as you stay true to yourself and don't harm others, I'll be satisfied," Priest Magellan said, picking up his cane and standing up. He gave Patch a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I will," Patch answered, his voice steady but thoughtful.

In the orphanage, both Sister Meiwes and Priest Magellan, the dean, had always shown him kindness. Priest Magellan, a veteran of World War II who had fought against the Nazis, carried with him a life creed built around "peace." He understood deeply that the wounds of war went beyond just physical scars—spiritual pain was just as enduring.

Although America was in a period of peace, crime and social unrest still affected many parts of the country. Priest Magellan didn't want Patch to fall victim to a life of hardship and crime due to his lack of resources. That's why he always reminded him to stay on the right path.

"That's good," Priest Magellan said with a relieved smile, after hearing Patch's response.

"Grandpa Magellan, if there's nothing else, I'll head out now."

Priest Magellan nodded, his expression kind but thoughtful.

But as Patch turned to leave, something caught his eye—something so unexpected that it froze him in place. His gaze locked onto something on the wall, and without thinking, he turned back to Magellan, his voice filled with confusion and disbelief.

"Grandpa Magellan… What is this?"

Looking toward the wall where Patch was pointing, Priest Magellan's eyes followed the direction of his finger. A poster was plastered there, depicting a muscular man dressed in a form-fitting battle suit adorned with blue stars and stripes. His costume mirrored the colors of the American flag, with a large shield in his hand, striking a powerful and confident pose. The man's face was stern, his presence commanding, as if ready to protect the nation at a moment's notice.

"Captain America! What's the matter?" Priest Magellan couldn't understand why Patch was so surprised and asked aloud.

Captain America! Captain America!

Thunder rolled in Patch's mind, like ten million guns galloping past.

He never thought that Reverend Magellan, who was nearly ninety years old, would be a fan of Captain America from Marvel comics or the films.

So... obviously, there was only one possibility!

"Captain America, Steve Rogers, is the spiritual symbol of veterans of our generation. He fought the Nazis, defeated Hydra, and was the living embodiment of American values during WWII. In our time, Captain America was practically worshipped by soldiers like me."

"Little Patch, you've seen this poster a hundred times since you were a child. Why are you surprised now?"

"I still remember when you were seven years old and swore you'd become Captain America one day!"

What Priest Magellan said immediately confirmed Patch's suspicions. Patch's head was still spinning as he walked out of the office.

Borrowing the only computer in the orphanage, Patch quickly began typing into the search engine, frantically looking up everything he needed to know.

"Captain America, Tony Stark, WWII Nazis, Hydra..."

"What the hell is going on here?"

"What the hell is this world with Captain America, Iron Man, Hulk, Thor… these superheroes?"

"My goodness!"