Marvel: Randomly load a protagonist template

"It's so noisy. Who is setting off firecrackers so early in the morning? I... beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep."

Hawking, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a loud sound. He couldn't help roaring and opened his eyes.

As a 996 worker, it is rare for me to have a day off and sleep in, but the resentment of those who get up after being woken up by the noise is very scary.

After a series of exports of national essence, he was suddenly shocked.

"This is where?"

Glancing at his surroundings, Hawking was at a loss.

This European-style retro and slightly gorgeous-looking large room was obviously inconsistent with his cheap, old and shabby little rental house.

Rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't dazzled, he couldn't help but want to lift the quilt and go down to check.

But when he saw his hands and body, he shouted in disbelief:

"What's wrong with my body!"

It turned out that he found that his body had suddenly shrunk a lot, and he seemed to have turned into a child.

He crawled out of bed and rushed to the mirror erected in the room. Looking at the little boy about eleven or twelve years old inside, Hawking couldn't help but murmured:

"Could it be that I was reborn as a child?"

The little boy's appearance in the mirror was what he looked like when he was eleven or twelve years old. It was him. He could confirm this.

"But I never lived in a house like this when I was a kid!"

After recalling it carefully, in my memory, he had always lived in boarding school at this age.

"boom!"

Just when he was wondering, there was a loud noise outside.

"Who bought the firecrackers that made such a loud noise?"

Putting aside his doubts first, Hawking came to the window to see the outside environment and then judge where he was.

He stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and when he saw the scene outside the window, his pupils shrank immediately, and then his stomach tumbled, and he almost vomited it out.

What did he see?

Broken buildings, blood-stained ground, fallen bodies, planes circling in the sky, and artillery fire below.

Obviously, what he heard just now was not a firecracker, but a real explosion of artillery shells, and even missiles washing the ground. A cruel war was taking place here.

Danger, extreme danger!

Run away, run away quickly!

This was Hawking's first reaction, and he forced himself to calm down as soon as his body moved.

Because he realized that he had nowhere to run.

In such a dangerous war, is it really safe to leave this house?

Maybe if you are unlucky and get beaten up if you go out, it would be safer to stay in this room.

But looking at the collapsed buildings outside the window, it seemed that staying in this room was a gamble. If a missile hit here, he would be shattered to pieces together with the house.

"Maybe I should find a place like a bomb shelter to hide, but... I don't even know what the hell this place is!"

At this moment, Hawking was caught in a dilemma.

After all, he is just an ordinary person, especially now that he has become a child. Finding a safe air-raid shelter in this strange place is simply a fantasy.

"Clap!"

Just when Hawking was at a loss, a virtual panel suddenly popped up in front of his eyes, and then a line of words appeared on the panel:

"The protagonist template random drawing device is activated. You have a chance to draw for free. Do you choose to draw?"

Looking at the incredible scene in front of him, Hawking almost didn't hesitate much and immediately pressed the extraction button displayed on the panel.

Now I am no longer confused about why I woke up in a war-torn city, why I turned into a child, and why I had such a strange virtual panel pop up.

What he has to do now is to survive first.

As the OK button was pressed, the virtual panel immediately began to flash quickly like a light ball in a bar.

After a while, the panel returned to normal, and a line of words appeared on it again:

"The drawing is over. The protagonist template drawn this time is the thirteen-year-old Sun Wukong from the Dragon Ball world. Do you want to load it?"

"It's saved!"

Seeing that the randomly selected protagonist template was Goku from the Dragon Ball world, Hawking suddenly became energetic and clicked confirmation again without hesitation.

If he remembered correctly, the thirteen-year-old Goku should have received training from Kame Sennin and participated in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. It would be difficult for ordinary thermal weapons to hurt him.

"The thirteen-year-old Sun Wukong template is loading. The loading time is one hour and the cooling time is twenty-four hours.

After loading, the same bloodline as the template protagonist will be automatically obtained. "

As a new line of prompts flashed on the panel, Hawking immediately felt that his body had undergone some strange changes, as if his original body was an ant and now it had become an elephant.

At the same time, a series of memories also appeared in his mind, which were all the memories of Sun Wukong from his birth to the age of thirteen.

Turning his head to look at the mirror again, he saw that his height and face had not changed at all, still the same as when he was eleven or twelve years old.

It's just that his original crew cut has now grown into long black hair that stands upright, just like Sun Wukong's hairstyle in Dragon Ball.

Moreover, the pajamas on his body were replaced by the Kame Sen-ryu martial arts uniform with the character turtle written on it, and he was carrying a red stick behind his back.

"We only have one hour, find a safe place to hide first!"

According to the introduction on the panel, he can only maintain this state for an hour, and will be knocked back to his original shape after an hour.

So now instead of trying to go out and stop the war in the city, we should first find a safe place to hide and wait for the war to end, or for the loaded protagonist template to cool down.

With the decision made, the body immediately rushed out of the room at a speed that exceeded normal human limits.

"nobody."

After a quick glance, he found that the house was empty, so he quickly came to the street without stopping.

After roughly finding a direction with less gunfire, Hawking began to run wildly.

He felt that with his current body, he should be able to rush out of the city in an hour. There was no need to waste time looking for so-called air raid shelters.

However, before he ran very far, he suddenly saw two strong soldiers in front of him, wearing military uniforms of different colors, fighting hand-to-hand on the street with long guns that fired empty bullets.

Under normal circumstances, given his character, he would definitely run as far as he could when seeing this situation.

In such a dangerous situation like now, let alone watching two soldiers fighting hand-to-hand, even if he saw a soldier shooting a civilian, he would not stop to save him.

As long as his own safety is guaranteed, he doesn't mind lending a hand to help, but now his protagonist template can only be loaded for an hour at most, so he must prioritize his own safety.

However, for some reason, seeing the two people fighting fiercely there, his blood suddenly boiled, and his body turned and rushed over involuntarily.

"Are you competing in martial arts? Add me!"

Five seconds later, Hawking was speechless as he looked at the two strong soldiers who had been knocked unconscious by him.

"Is this...could it be similar to the Maoshan Taoist priest's invitation to the gods?

Not only was the protagonist’s strength brought in, but the protagonist’s personality was also added incidentally? "

New book, please collect and invest!

(Wukong didn’t know how to count and thought that eleven was followed by fourteen. After worshiping Turtle Immortal, he realized that eleven was followed by twelve. When he first participated in the World’s No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, he entered his age as twelve.)