Plane Trading Platform confirmed binding;
Novice guidance complete;
Do you want to draw the "novice reward"?
Victor: "..."
He waited another ten seconds.
After confirming that the interface in front of him would not change again, even with Victor's good upbringing, he almost cursed.
Is the novice guide that simple? No introduction to its origin? No instructions for use?
Even if all that was omitted,
at least give me an auxiliary spirit, right?
Now there's nothing, just a "novice reward" thrown at me. The customer experience is terrible, you know!
He rubbed his temples, a headache brewing.
The news of Transmigration was too explosive; his mindset was a bit shattered, leading to intense emotional fluctuations, and his rare tendency to complain was exposed.
This so-called Plane Trading Platform doesn't play by the rules—since that's the case, he decided not to follow the Platform's routine either—he refused to draw the "novice reward."
The interface in front of him changed.
Most prominently, there was a large search bar at the top, followed by five options below it: [Shopping Cart], [Items], [inventory], [Tasks], [Contacts].
The art style was extremely rudimentary, to say the least.
No wonder it Transmigrated him without asking for his opinion—with this level of art design, anything said would be equated with fraud.
It can even send people across planes, but it can't afford the interface design fees?
Instead of immediately clicking the search bar, he opened the five options below one by one.
Except for [inventory], which contained an item labeled "novice reward," everything else was empty small squares.
They were just like the small squares in the backpack or warehouse of an online game—so rudimentary that he didn't even want to complain.
Returning to the initial interface, he clicked the search bar.
Please tell the Platform your needs;
Needs?
I want to go back to Earth now, can you fulfill that?
What? No complaining? Must maintain elegance?
Victor: "Damn it!"
Are rich second-generation heirs not ordinary people? Can't handsome brothers take a dump?
My mindset is exploding right now. I feel cheated, like I was forced a Taobao shop and exiled abroad by a certain Ma. I have to vent!
As Victor complained,
the options below the search bar cleared, replaced by a large array of neatly arranged, exquisite windows. The magnificent art style was like the difference between Liu Yifei and Sister Feng compared to before.
The differential treatment between the merchant backend and the user interface couldn't be more obvious.
A whole row of dazzling items, all clearly high-end goods, were available, from magical Portals to Xuanhuan Cultivation Techniques for shattering the Void Realm, and finally, scientific shuttles, all complete.
As for the price... never mind what an "SSS-level voucher" is.
Just looking at the plane points, not a single window had fewer than 24 digits, which is 100 million billion, or 100 trillion!
—This isn't about data traffic! It's plane points!
Unless these plane points are as devalued as the Zimbabwean dollar, this Platform simply doesn't want him to go home.
He changed a few search conditions and casually clicked into several items. The general interface was similar to Taobao's, nothing out of the ordinary.
However, the slogans were quite sassy.
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Item Name: "Dragon Ball - Earth":
Item Category: [Technology];
Item Compatibility: [100%];
From Plane: "Dragon Ball Universe";
Rank Rating: [SS-];
Item Price: ss-level voucher × 3, plane points × 300 million;
Function Description: Collect seven Dragon Balls to summon the Dragon and get one wish;
Slogan: If you don't speak Japanese, you cannot return the item if you can't make a wish due to your own lack of proficiency.
---
Item Name: "Dragon Ball - Planet Namek":
Item Category: [Technology];
Item Compatibility: [100%];
From Plane: "Dragon Ball Universe";
Rank Rating: [SS-];
Item Price: ss-level voucher × 3, plane points × 250 million;
Function Description: Collect seven Dragon Balls to summon the Dragon and get three wishes;
Slogan: Knowing a foreign language is very important, for example, Namekian, which can be used to make three wishes.
---
"Dragon Ball - Earth" was fine, Japanese isn't hard to learn. "Dragon Ball - Planet Namek" was truly baffling; there was nowhere to learn Namekian even if he wanted to.
It's a shame they don't include a language gift package; there's no marketing sense at all.
The most ridiculous thing is that "Dragon Ball" is categorized as [Technology]?
Alright then.
Perhaps magic is also a type of "technology" that humanity has not yet explored.
Next, Victor performed a series of operations, roughly figuring out the Platform's functions—it was essentially a copy of the Taobao template—the big boss behind this should be surnamed Ma, right?
Judging by this style of differential treatment, it might even be that "blue is born of blue, but excels over blue" individual.
He glanced at his watch; only five minutes had passed.
No wonder the novice guide was so simple.
This hardcore interface didn't even have a "GG"; anyone who couldn't understand it was a fool.
After a round of complaints, Victor's expression turned serious.
In ten minutes at most, the people Tony sent would arrive. Before that, he needed to solve this problem quickly.
Going back to explain was impossible; Tony wasn't someone who listened to advice.
As a newcomer to the Marvel Universe, his only reliance now was the Plane Trading Platform—even though his account had no balance and he couldn't buy anything.
But.
Influenced by Father Chen, Victor had long understood that many things could be obtained without payment.
Being in the Marvel Universe was his greatest asset.
In the Platform's evaluation, the Marvel Universe was an SS-Rank Plane—although he didn't know how the ranking was divided, SS-Rank must be at least upper-middle level, right?
This meant his ultimate achievement was high, and he had potential for investment—especially from those lower-Rank Planes, who, lacking resources, would surely be willing to invest in him.
Considering his current situation, Victor quickly identified his needs in a flash of thought.
Solving basic problems with his real identity.
Ensuring personal safety with self-defense capabilities.
Accelerating capital accumulation with starting resources.
With a clear direction, his brain also started running at high speed, considering how to select corresponding items to maximize profit.
Ten seconds later.
He opened his phone's Google search again, typed in Oscorp Industries, and a list of news articles appeared.
"Oscorp Industries' Pioneering Bio-Electricity Technology: A New Direction for Clean Energy?"
"The Legendary Life Story of Norman Osborn"
"Harry Osborn, the Future Sole Heir of Oscorp, His True Face Exposed"
...Ignoring these news articles, he found Oscorp Industries' official website, clicked on the employee data page, typed "Richard Parker," and clicked search.
There wasn't much information about "Richard Parker," but his photo was gray—indicating that he was already deceased.
However, the death date wasn't specified.
He exited the Oscorp website and searched for "Richard Parker."
"Richard Parker's Passing: A Great Loss to the Biology Community!"
"Mary Parker, the Most Beautiful Female Biology Expert, Has Left Us Forever!"
"Chief Researcher Dies in Plane Crash, Oscorp Industries Stock Falls Slightly!"
...After a careful browse, Victor confirmed the timeline—the Parker couple died in a "plane crash" six months ago.
This timing was truly... wonderful!
While thinking, he continued to search for news about Tony.
Most of it was about his abduction in Iraq.
Scanning through them one by one, Victor pinpointed the current time—one month after Tony escaped the Ten Rings Gang.
In other words,
Tony had already completed his transformation in the small cave and was currently in seclusion, building the Mk-2.
Afterward,
Victor summoned the Platform, clicked the search bar, searched for "artificial intelligence," and without clicking into any items, arranged the products by their Plane of origin from lowest to highest.
He followed suit and searched for keywords like "gene genetic disease treatment," "superpowers," "close-quarters combat," and "novice merchant's first choice."
He closed his eyes.
In his mind, he reorganized everything once more.
After confirming there were no omissions, Victor opened his eyes.
He stood up, returned the phone to Anna, and thanked her, politely declining her renewed invitation. Under her disappointed gaze, he strode out of the waiting hall.
Leaving here was the simplest and most effective choice—but definitely not a long-term solution.
The security check for entry was very strict, but the exit procedure was simple; usually, they would let you pass without even checking your ticket.
However, due to Victor's charm, the young lady at security, after repeatedly verbally confirming with him, reluctantly let him pass—he's so handsome, I really want to be with him!
Shortly after Victor left, Tony's personal bodyguard, Happy, walked towards the security entrance with a stern face—he finally got a vacation, but his boss conscripted his vacation time to pick someone up just because his home was close to Los Angeles Airport!
Even more tragic, Happy's trip was destined to be in vain.
His target, Victor, was now in a private stall in the airport's public restroom—although Los Angeles Airport is the fifth-largest airport in the world, the smell of the restroom was equally unappealing.
The reason he chose this spot was simple—it was the only place in the airport without surveillance.
Tony wasn't yet the Iron Man of the future; it would take him at least half an hour to mobilize resources and find this place.
Having temporarily dealt with Tony's problem, Victor's mind locked onto a Plane shop—"resident evil."
He bypassed numerous items and went straight to "customer service consultation service," initiating a cross-Plane chat with the other party.
The other side almost immediately replied with a message:
[Royce: Hello, I am Royce, a Planar Merchant from the D-Rank Plane "resident evil." How may I help you?]
It was clearly an automated reply.
And,
it was just chat, without even an avatar. Bad review!
Victor typed the opening he had prepared: "I, a Planar Merchant from the Marvel Universe, am about to..."
Wrong, wrong.
He quickly stopped, deleting the intrusive line of text—that's the downside of mental editing; others speak their mind quickly without thinking. Here, before it even went through his brain, the electronic signal was directly converted into text.
As he was re-editing his opening, the other side replied first.
[Royce: Huh? Marvel Universe Plane? Has someone finally entered that Plane?]
[Royce: Brother, you're really lucky to be selected for the SS-Rank Marvel Universe.
[Royce: That place has a lot of good stuff. You can get a bunch of certificates just by messing around.
[Royce: I'm so envious, bro. You're in trouble now, right? Just tell me what you need, and I'll try my best to help you out.
[Royce: Is it about that investment? I understand, I understand. It's like farming, sow first, then harvest.
[Royce: Tell me, brother, what do you want? t-virus? g-virus? Or a Tyrant as a bodyguard?]
The strong Northeastern accent hitting him... Victor was silent for a few seconds, ultimately feeling it was necessary to confirm.
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