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Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 5: Welcome Home, Sumire-chan · Oct 29, 2026

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1 Chapter 1: New York Tough Girl Sumire 2026-10-29
2 Chapter 2: Bomb Devil Reze 2026-10-29
3 Chapter 3: Hell’s Kitchen’s New Nightmare 2026-10-29
4 Chapter 4: Can Even Call for Backup? 2026-10-29
5 Chapter 5: Welcome Home, Sumire-chan 2026-10-29
6 Chapter 6: Tony, Aren’t You A Little Too Criminal? 2026-10-29
7 Chapter 7: Jarvis Hissing 2026-10-29
8 Chapter 8: Need Some Help, Mr. Stark? 2026-10-29
9 Chapter 9: Miss Alien 2026-10-29
10 Chapter 10: The Scent of Ink and the Warmth of Gunpowder 2026-10-29
11 Chapter 11: I Hate Drama Queens! 2026-10-29
12 Chapter 12: Really Not! 2026-10-29
13 Chapter 13: Iron Man: Knocked Out by a Bad Woman 2026-10-29
14 Chapter 14: Natasha and Reze, A Narrow Encounter 2026-10-29
15 Chapter 15: Black Widow and the Guinea Pig 2026-10-29
16 Chapter 16 Your recommendation? 2026-10-29
17 Chapter 17: Reze’s Finger Missiles 2026-10-29
18 Chapter 18 The giant main screen had already locked onto Reze’s figure. 2026-10-29
19 Chapter 19: Hulk is Super Angry and Furious 2026-10-29
20 Chapter 20 It mixed with the surrounding raging fires 2026-10-29
21 Chapter 21: Reze VS Hulk 2026-10-29
22 Chapter 22 Hulk delivered another backhanded slap. 2026-10-29
23 Chapter 23: The Second Incarnation Makes Her Grand Debut! 2026-10-29
24 Chapter 24 Orz 2026-10-29
25 Chapter 25: Fury is Breaking a Sweat 2026-10-29
26 Chapter 26: About the Matter of Me Getting into an Argument with Myself 2026-10-29
27 Chapter 27: Incarnations Competing for Favor 2026-10-29
28 Chapter 28: A Summon with Maxed-out Cost-effectiveness! 2026-10-29
29 Chapter 29: Three Beautiful Girls Can’t Make Up Half a Diligent Person 2026-10-29
30 Chapter 30: Uninvited Guests 2026-10-29
31 Chapter 31: The Age of Great Repression 2026-10-29
32 Chapter 32: The Beautiful and Kind-Hearted Sumire 2026-10-29
33 Chapter 33: If the King of Hell Wants You Dead at Midnight, Sumire Dares to Keep You Alive Until Dawn 2026-10-29
34 Chapter 34: Unwarranted Kindness Hides Evil Intent 2026-10-29
35 Chapter 35: Nick Fury, the Talk-Man 2026-10-29
36 Chapter 36: S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Olive Branch 2026-10-29
37 Chapter 37: The Money-Grubber and the Devil 2026-10-29
38 Chapter 38 Fury’s expression remained unchanged 2026-10-29
39 Chapter 39: Sumire is My Pet! 2026-10-29
40 Chapter 40 In this World full of lies, expecting sincerity itself is a form of naivety. 2026-10-29
41 Chapter 41: You are Reze’s person, why can’t I, Perona, hold you? 2026-10-29
42 Chapter 42 Reze narrowed her emerald-green eyes slightly 2026-10-29
43 Chapter 43: The Third Incarnation! 2026-10-29
44 Chapter 44 After calling back a still-unsatisfied Perona 2026-10-29
45 Chapter 45: Who Threw the Flash?! 2026-10-29
46 Chapter 46 There’s even a dark joke circulating in the player community—if Akshan 2026-10-29
47 Chapter 47: Bumping a lump on the Ancient One’s head? 2026-10-29
48 Chapter 48 And the money being printed was the most universal currency. 2026-10-29
49 Chapter 49: Master Ancient One Who Wants to Exchange Ideas 2026-10-29
50 Chapter 50 Sumire was stunned for a second before a flash of inspiration hit her. 2026-10-29

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Welcome Home, Sumire-chan

That Typhoon Devil was Reze’s partner in the original work.

Although it seemed quite weak compared to Denji, if you think about it carefully, the ability to summon typhoons is still very strong, like a weakened version of Storm.

If she could summon it, combined with Reze going all out, even blowing down S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Helicarrier would be no problem, right?

No... why do I keep thinking about blowing up that Fury... could it be that I really have become a villain?

Then again, Sumire couldn’t afford it at all, so she could only think about it.

Additionally, it’s worth mentioning that in the corner of the shop, there was a gray recycle button, and she didn’t know what it was for.

Finally, Sumire clicked on ”inventory.”

It was empty inside, with only a ”Dismiss Incarnation” button.

”Phew... maintaining dual-line operations all this time is indeed a bit tiring.”

Although Reze, as a Weapon Human, had plenty of stamina, Sumire’s mental Strength was limited.

”Come back.”

Sumire thought to herself.

The purple-haired girl in front of her blinked at her, then turned into countless deep purple light spots and merged into the space between Sumire’s eyebrows.

”Ugh!”

The moment the Incarnation was dismissed, a strong sense of dizziness hit her.

Sumire groaned, clutching her head as her body swayed, and she slumped onto the dusty concrete floor.

That feeling was like an ace pilot suddenly landing after flying a fighter jet.

The huge sense of contrast made her feel a wave of emptiness and weakness.

She opened the panel again to check the attributes of ”main body: Sumire.”

”Intelligence: 3 (Possesses the perspective of a transmigrator and a rich reserve of Marvel knowledge)”

”Strength: 1 (Long-term malnutrition, weakling)”

”Speed: 1 (Out of breath after a few steps)”

”Endurance: 1 (Delicate body, easy to push over)”

”Energy Projection: 0 (None)”

”...”

Looking at this miserable panel, the corners of Sumire’s mouth twitched.

Even among ordinary people in Hells Kitchen, this was at the bottom of the barrel.

But the good news was that the ”shop” and ”simulation value” were universal.

She could completely use the simulation values earned by Reze to buy items in the shop to strengthen her main body.

”Gurgle...”

An embarrassing sound came from her stomach.

Sumire touched her empty stomach.

Having been carried around by Reze for a long time and then throwing up a bunch of stomach acid, she was now so hungry her stomach was sticking to her back.

Hunger and cold reclaimed the high ground.

”No money...”

Sumire sighed and pulled a few crumpled bills out of her pocket.

This was her entire net worth, and she couldn’t even afford a hot dog.

”Possessing the power to destroy a block yet unable to afford a meal; clearly a transmigrator, so why am I so miserable...”

Just then, a huge outdoor electronic billboard not far away suddenly lit up.

Sumire looked up subconsciously.

On the screen, a news segment was being replayed.

It was a grand hearing scene.

A man with a sexy mustache wearing an expensive suit was facing a room full of congressmen and reporters, opening his arms with that signature, arrogant, punchable smile on his face:

”The truth is... I am Iron Man.”

In the footage, flashbulbs flickered crazily, and every pore of that man exuded the scent of money and narcissism.

Truly punchable (due to copyright issues, real-life images cannot be used)

”Iron Man is one of the top diamond bachelors in the Marvel Universe...”

Looking at the glamorous Tony Stark on the screen, Sumire’s eyes, which were originally somewhat vacant due to hunger, suddenly changed.

Greed... and not only that, the part of Reze’s logic in her mind surged uncontrollably.

That was the instinctive ”scrutiny” of a Soviet Union Agent toward capitalists, and... the urge to see a grand firework display.

A very bold plan quickly took shape in Sumire’s mind.

Work? It’s impossible to work in this life.

Since she had become a villainess, she had to act like one.

Iron Old Geezer, it’s time to cough up some coins!

”Gurgle...”

Despite Sumire’s grand ambitions, the reality was that she was now not only penniless but also exhausted.

It was late at night.

This long-term malnourished body, after experiencing the high-intensity mental load just now, had every cell screaming for rest.

Dragging her heavy steps, Sumire still returned to her so-called ”home.”

This was an old apartment deep in Hells Kitchen; the voice-activated lights in the hallway had long been broken, and the air was filled with the sour stench of someone’s vomit.

Sumire stepped over the trash in the hallway and stood before that mottled security door.

She took the key out of her pocket, but her hand stopped in mid-air just as she was about to insert it into the keyhole.

Behind the door, there were no voices, no sound of a TV.

No one waiting for her.

Behind the door was only endless darkness and cold.

This sense of loneliness felt particularly piercing in the dead of night after the adrenaline had receded.

Eighteen years after transmigrating, no matter how much grievance she suffered outside, opening the door only ever yielded the air’s response.

Sumire lowered her eyes, her hand holding the key trembling slightly.

”Phew...” She was silent in front of the door for a moment, her thoughts shifting slightly.

Suddenly.

”Click.”

The originally locked security door was opened from the inside.

The dim hallway light shone in.

That girl with short purple hair and a black choker around her neck was standing in the entryway.

Whoa!

She was wearing that simple white sleeveless tank top, her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly.

Those emerald green eyes curved into beautiful crescents in the darkness.

She tilted her head, looking at the exhausted Sumire outside the door, with a faint blush on her cheeks, her voice soft and sweet: ”Welcome home, Sumire-chan.”

Sumire watched this scene.

The corners of her tightly pursed mouth couldn’t help but rise slightly, revealing a somewhat self-deprecating yet warm smile.

Clearly, the girl in front of her was also herself, or rather, another Sumire formed by the fusion of Sumire and Reze’s remnant soul.

Clearly, this ”welcome back” was actually said by herself.

This act of welcoming herself home carried a pathetic sense of self-deception.

But at this moment, looking at the other ”self” inside the house.

Sumire still felt a corner of her empty heart being filled.

”Yeah.” Sumire stepped into the room, brushing past Reze who was standing in the entryway.

That fair arm lightly brushed against her sleeve, bringing a trace of warmth from another body.

”I’m back.”

She closed the door behind her, isolating the cruel World outside.

In this peril-filled Marvel Universe, at least from now on, she was no longer alone.

Even if it was another version of herself.

However, looking at this narrow room with peeling paint, the light in Sumire’s eyes became even firmer.

She didn’t want to live like this for another day.

Get money.

Must get money.

As long as she had money and villainess value, she could move out of this hellhole and truly take control of her own destiny.

That night, with the silent protection of her other self, Sumire slept exceptionally soundly on the dilapidated wooden bed.

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