Multiverse of Marvel - Chapter 87: The war (1)

She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.

He, Jin Empire’s imperial highness, was an emotionless overbearing demonic tyrant with unrivaled talent.

Everyone knew that she was idiotic and good-for-nothing and bullied her as they pleased. But only he, the overbearing tyrant with the discerning eye, wouldn’t let go of her even if his life depended on it.

For the time being, let’s just see how the stubborn versus stubborn clash and play out in this good show of the chaser and the chased.

I transmigrated into the world of an urban novel.Bai Zhou couldn’t help but complain: “Why is it that other people either become the protagonist or the big villain, and I end up as a small lackey under a villain?”However, Bai Zhou soon realized that the feeling of “bullying others by relying on power” was actually quite enjoyable. Even if someone sought revenge, it would all fall on his “boss.”How comfortable is that?So, Bai Zhou decided to continue down the path of “bullying others by relying on power.”But soon, things started to spiral out of control:“Sister-in-law … does big bro know you’re doing this? I’m just a driver!”“No, big bro, you’re my big bro! Can you stand up and talk? Stop kneeling!”“Oh man, old master, you’re the local emperor of Shanghai! Why are you offering tribute to me?!”

The head of the London Association of Mages, the most powerful Saint Archmage in the world, Audrey Davis, accidentally transmigrated to another world due to a magic accident. She was an 18-year-old human girl.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.