Starting from Marvel to save all sentient beings

Chapter 2 Is this the Marvel Cinematic Universe?

"To help you complete the novice mission as soon as possible, I will give you two lottery opportunities. I would like to ask the host if you want to conduct the lottery now."

"Yes, let's do the lottery."

"The system is in the lottery"

"Congratulations, you have acquired the gift of photographic memory and language proficiency."

Qin Chuan visualized in his mind that only talent, task, and lottery could be clicked on the system interface, while the rest was obscured by an impenetrable gray fog.

He thought about opening the talent interface in his mind, and then checked the two talents he had just obtained.

Photographic memory: Perceived content will be stored in the "memory palace" and can be quickly retrieved when needed.

Language Proficiency: After being exposed to a language you don’t fully master, you can instantly master it.

Two good talents. Although I still don’t know the specific situation of the world I live in, I can at least become a copycat who doesn’t have to worry about food and drink.

Qin Chuan entered the task interface again without thinking too much.

"Task description: Because of your Zu'an nature, you were kidnapped by the petty abbot and taken into Shaosen Temple. How can you use your skills when you are trapped in this world.

Mission goal: Escape from Shaosen Temple.

Completion reward: a chance to win a lottery and unlock the full functionality of the system.

Failure penalty: None. "

It's a pity that neither of the two rewards drawn will be of much help in his mission of escaping from Shaosen Temple.

And although the punishment for failure above is "none", if you can't escape from Shaosen Temple, then being imprisoned here should be the most terrifying punishment.

It was still afternoon. Qin Chuan saw that the walls in the temple were not too high, so he planned to wait until it was quiet at night to build chairs in the two-story room, and he should be able to escape almost there.

It was still early, so Qin Chuan felt that he should take a trip around the temple and open the map.

If there is a book, it will be long; if there is no book, it will be short.

In the blink of an eye, it was night, and Qin Chuan thought he had figured out his escape route. As long as he took action, he would be able to escape from Shaosen Temple and fully activate the system.

After that, the sky will be bright for him to become the CEO, win Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of his life.

The night in Shaosen Temple was quiet. Qin Chuan quietly opened a small door and climbed over a high wall, waiting to pass through the last gate before he could leave.

But here, he found more than a dozen monks covered in golden light posing in various martial arts poses.

"The Eighteen Bronze Figures of Shaosen Temple"

They seemed to have already expected that someone would choose to "jailbreak" at this time.

"That's right, Shaosen Temple's Eighteenth Bronze Master. If you offend the abbot and still want to leave, it's not that easy."

The dozen or so people, armed with all kinds of weapons, rushed toward the unarmed Qinchuan while shouting.

He was unable to defeat thirty-six hands with two fists. Within two blows, he was knocked to the ground by a monk using a folding stool. He was beaten violently by a group of bronze men and dragged back to the temple.

It was already evening when he woke up again. Qin Chuan was in pain all over and was unbearably hungry. He couldn't tell the time now, but fortunately he could still get out of bed and walk.

Does this world only have some bold ideas but no complete set of criminal laws?

These bald donkeys not only illegally detained others, but also beat him wantonly. Qin Chuan was somewhat curious about the legal system of this world.

He walked to the kitchen of Shaosen Temple according to the direction in his memory. It should be dinner time now.

He was also wearing a monk's robe and had a bald head. He thought that he could probably wash his face and eat in the kitchen.

The monk in charge of cooking in the kitchen saw Qin Chuan's miserable appearance and gave him an extra bowl of medicinal soup.

"Drink it, it will help your recovery."

"Thank you."

Qin Chuan carried the dishes on a tray and went to the restaurant to find a seat to eat.

There is a 70-inch TV in the center of the restaurant, around which some monks are watching TV while eating.

Qin Chuan could recognize some of them with his super memory just by looking at the back of their heads.

They participated in the fun activity of "beating up the junior brother" last night, but they didn't put makeup on their faces at this time.

Qin Chuan deliberately got closer and wanted to find out from their mouths the time period when they went to cosplay the 18th Bronze Man every day, so that he could get the chance for his next prison escape.

When he got closer, he realized that what these monks were looking at were clips from Avengers 1 many years ago.

Judging from how attentively they watched, it seemed like it was their first time watching such a movie scene.

The Leviathan beast, which weighs about a thousand tons and is 60 meters long, and several Chiritan teams are wreaking havoc in New York City with the high-tech weapons in their hands.

"Hey, my brothers are watching a movie."

Some people glanced at Qin Chuan, but no one paid him any attention.

Qin Chuan didn't feel embarrassed or embarrassed. He came here with a request. At worst, he would go down the mountain and rely on the assistance of the system to slowly become stronger. In the future, after his body became a saint, he could level this place with one punch.

Although Shuang's articles are all about being slapped in the face when the tiger's body is shaken, but now that I don't have the strength, it's okay to deal with a bronze man, but these hateful bald people all act in groups.

But as the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late.

He took a sip of the medicinal soup and some food. He felt warm and the wounds on his body seemed to be healing.

A magical medicinal soup from another world.

The clip was still playing on the TV, and he noticed that at the bottom of the screen there was a blue rectangle like a news program, which read: "The Chiritans invade New York."

At the bottom of the screen, Zuo Fei's subtitles broadcast the damage to New York City.

Oh, these silly monks watch the prank video with such gusto.

"This news broadcast ends here. For more news details, please see the following focus interviews. Thank you for watching. Goodbye."

There are some monks around who are clamoring to help New York out of the spirit of internationalism and contribute to the fight against alien invaders.

Qin Chuan thought that they would be quite entertained by watching a prank video.

The TV screen broadcast the weather forecast, and then the focus talk program began.

The serious and well-spoken host was still talking about the Kirita invasion of New York.

Qin Chuan noticed something was wrong.

In order to verify his idea, he asked the monks in front of him.

"Do you know who Tony Stark is?"

"I must know."

"iron Man"

"Still the boss of Stark Industries."

"Billionaire."

"Didn't you just come up from the mountain? Why don't you have any common sense?"

The monk, who had just read the big news, was in high spirits and spread some "common sense" to Qin Chuan.