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**Chapter 1: I Have a Golden Finger? **

I had just experienced a memory fusion, and my mind was still swollen, a faint tearing pain throbbing through my head.

I had integrated the memories of two lives and realized that I had crossed over.

This world was very familiar to me, a world where conspirators and madmen are everywhere, with almost no reason for the anti-human idea of destroying the world. The people in this world are so crazy.

Marvel World! I actually came to the Marvel World!

However, this world was actually a little different from the Marvel world I knew.

There were no superheroes here, and there were no Avengers.

Except for Captain America, who had died heroically as officially advertised by the US government, none of the other superheroes had yet appeared.

Tony Stark was still a playboy who hadn't invented the Iron Man suit, the Hulk hadn't appeared, and Thor hadn't come to Earth yet.

Even Captain America, in fact, officially had his superhero identity denied, and the matter of the super soldier serum was not announced to the public.

Therefore, in the public's perception, although they knew that Captain America was the spiritual leader and symbol of that time, they didn't know that he was a superhero. They just thought that Captain America was an ordinary soldier who was determined to sacrifice for the country and extremely brave in that era.

Under the official creation, he had become the idol of many people and was regarded as the official recruitment spokesperson.

"The comic system is on, the Marvel world is loaded, and the binding host is Jason Walker!".

At this time, a voice sounded in my mind.

"When you meet for the first time, you will give the host a free comic series - the Captain America series, and the host can publish through comics, and the income obtained from comic publishing will be converted into numerical points in equal amounts, which can be exchanged for items and abilities in this system."

Although the guy I possessed had the same name, he had a bizarre background. His parents were both Chinese-Americans, but they both died young, leaving him a large inheritance, such as a huge amount of compensation, and a publishing house.

I was also really competitive, and had graduated from the world's No. 1 Massachusetts Institute of Technology at a young age.

At the same time, I had kept the publishing house in good order.

"Haha, I knew that there would be a golden finger in the crossing!"

After hearing the sound of the system, I immediately smiled.

I asked, "How do you measure the benefits?"

"Based on the earnings from the comics drawn by the host, for every dollar earned, an exchange point is obtained."

I nodded. In this way, comic sales had become my most important goal.

And the system directly gave me the Captain America comic series, which was very interesting.

You must know that Captain America himself is of noble quality, has stronger personal ability than ordinary people, and has outstanding meritorious deeds, taking advantage of the right time and place, and in this insecure world, is simply praised by the government.

At the entrance of the primary school, at the entrance of the library, and in all relatively large public places, there must be a statue of Captain America, and every grade of the school has texts about Captain America.

However, because there are too many things hidden by the government, the real Captain America is not so simple.

Wouldn't I be able to draw comics to reveal the past and predict the future?

Yes, the superheroes haven't appeared yet, so I'll draw them first. Isn't it equivalent to revealing the future in disguise?

Hahahaha, isn't that going to grow into a super god?

If I exchange my super power, I can become a god in the hearts of the world, omnipotent?!

Thinking of this, my heart was excited.

I drew Marvel in the comic book world!

This Marvel world will be dominated by me, and I will create Marvel!

Thinking of this, I immediately said excitedly, "Extract the comic series of Captain America and prepare to start drawing."

As soon as my voice fell, I found that tools such as drawing boards and brushes were all available.

And I felt like a god, as if I was possessed by a deity, and began to paint wildly.

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The picture dissipated, and seeing that it was already bright outside, I came back to my senses and realized I had been busy all night.

With several completed comics in hand, depicting Captain America's early days in the army, I decided it was time to head to my publishing house.