Reborn in Marvel’s World War II era, Kyle gazed at Captain America before him. A dense array of cards appeared above the back of the man’s head: [Handgun Mastery], [Sniper Rifle Mastery], [Close Combat Mastery]... [Shield Mastery], [Super Soldier]. Would you like to extract one? — Moreover, was it possible to not only draw abilities, but also any advanced technology or extraordinary beings?
“Beep, beep, beep—”
The military pager tumbled to the ground. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. stared in disbelief at his body, which was rapidly turning to ash. After uttering a single “Damn it,” he dissolved into dust, carried away by the winds of a New York street.
Finally, the screen of the pager displayed what seemed to be Captain Marvel’s emblem.
This was the post-credit scene of Avengers: Infinity War.
As the movie reached this point in the projection room, the list of crew members began to scroll from bottom to top, signaling the film’s end.
“That’s it? Thanos isn’t even finished yet.”
Many audience members grumbled, gathering their belongings and leaving the screening room one after another.
Lu Ming, a high school student, sat dumbfounded in the best seat in the house, hugging his bucket of popcorn, still completely immersed in the Marvel storyline.
“No wonder they spent over ten solo movies building this up.”
“Doctor Strange saw millions of possible futures, but in the end, it was Star-Lord who screwed things up.”
“Cap and Iron Man are still top-tier, fighting on opposite ends of the universe.”
“Thanos truly is the final boss of Marvel’s first era—a snap of his fingers, and half the universe’s life is wiped out.”
“Spider-Man, freshly returned; Black Panther, at the height of his popularity… and more than half the heroes are just dead. Will they come back? Too bad we have to wait until next year for Avengers 4.”
Lu Ming shook his head in regret. For a die-hard Marvel fan like him, waiting a whole year