When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 2 Explorer Tavern

The night was getting darker, except for a little noise from the flickering street lamp at the corner, the surroundings were quiet like walking into Silent Hill.

Nan Ke covered half of his face with the brim of the thick sweater, put his hands in his pockets, and after confirming that there was no one around, he quickly turned into the alley next to the street.

There was no light in the alley, but there was a slightly bloated silhouette outlined by the moonlight. This man was dressed more professionally than Nan Ke. A black non-woven mask covered his face, revealing only two narrow eyes.

Darkness often portends the unknown and danger, but there is also some comfort in being in it.

Nan Ke calmed down. After all, it was his first time doing this job, and he always seemed a little immature and jerky. On the contrary, the man in the alley seemed to be a veteran, and asked first:
"What about the money?"

The sound has obviously been processed, and the textured electronic sound reminds Nan Ke of a certain singer who has been in jail.

This guy is really professional!

Nan Ke felt a little more relaxed. In the past few days, besides beheading Yazakana, he also made a lot of preparations to better integrate into the new world.

The person in front of him was contacted by a coincidence. It is said that he has "hands and eyes in the sky", and he can get you whatever you want.

He took his hand out of his pocket and held a few hundred yuan bills in his hand. Apart from his clothes, this was the only thing that accompanied him through time travel, and it was all his property now, but in order to complete the damn mission, he had no choice.

"Tsk, is there really someone who uses RMB in the beautiful country?" The man smacked his lips, took the money, and rubbed his fingers on it twice, "This feeling is quite nostalgic."

He is a bit bloated and not tall, he raised his chin slightly to see Nan Ke's face clearly.

"What about things?"

Nan Ke turned his face to the other side, covering the sight of the person opposite.

The man smiled 'hehe' and handed Nan Ke a social security card, "The tax records are complete and the case is clean. If it weren't for the sake of being compatriots, you wouldn't be able to get this stuff with this little money."

This time, the man was speaking Chinese.

"Thanks."

Nan Ke took the card, not wanting to continue chatting, turned around and walked outside.

The man patted his belly, looked at Nan Ke's back, and said to himself, "He looks like a man with a story, hey, I just don't know what this person who traveled so far to a foreign country is doing."

"Do the task first, don't care what you can get in the lottery, at least there is a place to stay."

Squatting on the side of Eighth Avenue in Brooklyn, Nan Ke held the social security card in his arms, but his attention was focused on the translucent system frame in front of him.

Unfinished task: Go to Eighth Avenue to complete the transfer procedure;

Reward: Explorer's Tavern, a lucky draw chance;
Tip: You must have a legal identity;

As an old player who has been in contact with League of Legends since S1, Nan Ke is no stranger to this game, and is even more interested in the background story behind the game, but he really never thought that he could travel through the background story.

Just wear it, and you just came here.

Nan Ke raised his head slightly, and a gust of wind blew by, rolled up a wrinkled newspaper and landed it not far in front, and he could vaguely see the words Stark Industries still on the headline of the newspaper.

"Marvel."

Nan Ke held his chin with both hands, and his pupils showed a little expectation.

At the edge of the night, there was a touch of fish belly whiteness. Nan Ke stood up from the ground and rubbed his legs that were a little sore from bending for a long time.

Not all compatriots are as righteous as the 'hands and eyes'. Although the owner of the cheap hotel is also Chinese, he has no idea of ​​letting Nanke stay for a night for free.

Fortunately, he has a strong ability to adapt since he was a child. In layman's terms, his nerves are a little rough in some aspects, which made him face the current situation although it was a bit difficult at first, but he was still able to get through it smoothly in the end.

Nan Ke tidied up the folds of his clothes. Although he was a loser in his previous life, he never slackened in his pursuit of quality of life.

Now that time travel has a new start, it is natural to be more particular about what should be paid attention to.

In addition to beheading Yazakana, he took time out to step on the spot, and by virtue of his affinity, he got acquainted with the old men and women who often haunted Sunset Park.

Even the solution to his identity problem was quietly told by one of the aunts who had been in society. After all, for these middle-aged aunts who spend their days in the dance world, it is difficult to resist the charm of a handsome guy.

Sunset Park is considered a famous Chinatown in New York, so although the architectural styles are somewhat different, Nanke still feels a little familiar with the various signboards, especially the words on the signboards.

"Which one?"

Nan Ke glanced at the shop.

In fact, according to the serious background story, there is no adventurer's tavern, but old players should remember that there was a self-made animation that was quite popular when the fist company hadn't started to perfect the background story.

This explorer's tavern is actually based on the setting in the animation, and the owner of the tavern in the animation is the 'protagonist' of the game—the explorer Ezreal.

"Mr. Nan Ke?" A man in a neat suit walked towards Nan Ke.

"Are you?" Nan Ke glanced at the person, mainly at the person's hairline.

Ok.

Very thick hair, not that one.

To be honest, as soon as my front foot arrived, this back foot appeared here, so it was hard not to make people doubt the identity of the visitor.

"You can call me Tom." Tom took out a stack of documents and a pen from the briefcase, "Please sign the documents."

"document?"

Nan Ke took over the documents and the pen. This was a transfer contract, roughly transferring a store to Nan Ke for free.

"Is this system so particular?"

Nan Ke signed his name. He had seen the name on the social security card before, and the 'hands and eyes' was really good. Not only did he 'fake' a legal identity, he didn't even need to change his name.

Tom took back the contract and returned another copy to Nan Ke, then turned around and pointed to the second shop on the left in the street behind, "This one is it."

After that, he took out another bunch of keys from his pocket, "Mr. Li has already arranged the basic decoration and household appliances. If you have no other questions to ask, I will leave first."

"No, thank you."

Nan Ke took the keychain, and the keys collided with a crisp sound, and then the task bar of the system interface appeared before his eyes.

Unfinished task: Go to Eighth Avenue to complete the transfer formalities
"Could it be that you want me to enter the shop?"

Nan Ke walked to the door of the store. The red brick walls and transparent windows matched the surrounding environment very well. If he added some neon lights later, it would indeed have the tone of a small tavern.

The key was inserted into the door lock. When Nan Ke was about to enter the door, he suddenly paused. He thought of a detail that he had overlooked.
"Who is Mr. Li?"

Nan Ke subconsciously looked at Party A of the contract, that is, the transferor, and saw 'Stan Lee' clearly written on it.

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It's not easy to hit the street, if you don't give me some support, I may have to cross over!

(End of this chapter)