Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: This Girl is a Keeper!

Sumire watched Wong, who was frantically raising flags for himself, and couldn’t help but let the corners of her mouth curl up.

”Old Wong, oh Old Wong, you’re really setting yourself up...” Sumire almost burst out laughing in her heart. ”In the future, you won’t just be the official librarian, you’ll be doing it for years. You’ll even have to manage the books after you become the Sorcerer Supreme... This is your destiny.”

Wong was stunned for a moment, then shut his mouth with a hint of annoyance.

He hadn’t expected to complain so much to a young girl he had just met.

Maybe it was because this child felt so approachable?

Or maybe her innocent and harmless eyes somehow inspired trust?

”Cough, anyway, hurry back,” Wong said, waving his hand somewhat awkwardly. ”Just leave the books there; I’ll tidy them up.”

”Oh, I couldn’t possibly do that.”

Lux gave a sweet smile, raised her fair palm, and gave a gentle wave toward the pile of messy ancient texts on the table.

The heavy magic books seemed to take on a life of their own, floating up automatically and lining up in the air. Like birds returning to their nest, they flew back to their original spots on the shelves, with their spines perfectly aligned.

Wong’s small eyes instantly widened.

He wasn’t just surprised by Lux’s learning speed.

More importantly... this girl was different from those rough guys!

You see, most apprentices would just toss their books aside after reading, as if the books would grow legs and walk back themselves.

Especially since he was just filling in, he usually had to spend a lot of time tidying things up.

This girl was a person of character; she was definitely a keeper!

”Thank you for the reminder, Master Wong,” Lux said with a polite bow, her elegance as a noble lady fully on display.

”Then I won’t disturb your rest. See you tomorrow.”

”Mhm...” Wong watched Lux’s retreating figure, a look of satisfaction finally appearing on his tense face.

For Lux, her life as a student in Kamar-Taj had only just begun.

There was endless knowledge to learn here, as well as many interesting Master Brothers and Sisters.

As for the other side... the scene shifted.

From the cold ancient temple in the Himalayas back to the exhaust-filled Queens, New York.

Inside Sumire’s apartment.

A folder bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle emblem was gently placed on the coffee table.

The person who delivered it was none other than Reze’s newly-acquired nominal sister, Natasha.

”This is what Director Fury promised,” Natasha said, looking at the ”pet” Sumire, who was curled up on the sofa dozing off, with a complicated gaze.

She had been wondering what kind of ”pet” Reze’s so-called pet actually was.

There were many kinds of pets: some for companionship, some for amusement, some for... Despite her wild imagination, Natasha continued speaking, ”A full set of legal identification, a New York State driver’s license, and... an employment contract as a S.H.I.E.L.D. special field consultant.”

Reze reached for the folder. Instead of rushing to look at the contract, she first pulled out the brand-new driver’s license and social security card.

The photo on them was of her current appearance, the name field said Reze, and the address was this very place.

”Wow.” Reze let out a playful whistle, flicked the small card with her finger, and turned to look at Sumire beside her. A mischievous smile danced in her green eyes. ”Sumire-chan, look, I’m a legal U.S. citizen now~”

”And with that bill that New York State just passed...”

She leaned close to Sumire’s ear, her warm breath brushing against the auricle, her voice soft and sweet as if she were acting spoiled. ”This way...”

”We can get legally married~”

”Pfft—cough, cough, cough!” Sumire, who was drinking water, almost choked to death. Her pretty face instantly turned bright red, and even the tips of her ears were burning.

Natasha, sitting opposite them, raised an eyebrow.

Well, now she knew what kind of ”pet” Sumire was.

However, Natasha had no intention of interfering in others’ love lives. As a top Agent, she maintained her professionalism and pointed at the contract. ”Besides the identity, this is the salary package: fifty thousand dollars a month, including top-tier insurance, with additional allowances for missions.”

”Of course, you don’t need to work in an office; you’ll only be called upon to handle special threats.”

In this era, a monthly salary of fifty thousand dollars was definitely high pay among high pay.

But for a wealthy government agency like S.H.I.E.L.D., it was just a drop in the bucket.

Seeing how readily Fury had agreed before, Sumire felt a bit annoyed, thinking she might have asked for too little.

It couldn’t be helped; she wasn’t very experienced in the business of extortion yet.

”Thank that Fury for me.” Reze casually tossed aside the contract that ordinary people would fight over, instead carefully tucking the social security card and driver’s license into her inner pocket.

Unlike Sumire, money was just a number to Reze.

Instead, this seemingly ordinary identity was a freedom she hadn’t even dared to dream of back in the Soviet labs... One month later.

Queens, an unremarkable 24-hour convenience store.

”Welcome—”

A crisp, lazy voice rang out. Reze, wearing an ill-fitting red-and-green striped uniform vest with her purple hair tied in a loose ponytail, stood behind the counter, propping up her chin in boredom.

If Nick Fury saw this, his one eye would probably pop out.

The Bomb Devil, who could go a few rounds with the Hulk and rub Iron Man’s face in the dirt, was now actually giving change to an uncle buying Marlboros?!

”That’s 15 dollars and 40 cents in total. Do you need a bag?” Reze expertly operated the cash register, a professional smile on her face.

”No thanks.” The man paid and glanced curiously at the overly beautiful cashier, muttering as he walked out, ”These days... pageant Queens and stars are getting uglier, yet why are there so many beauties working as cashiers...”

Reze looked at the bustling street outside the window, her mood surprisingly calm.

For ordinary people, this kind of day-in, day-out work life was tedious and even somewhat painful.

But for her, it was the ordinary life she yearned for.

No killing, no mission quotas, no instructors treating people like weapons.

Only expired rice balls, discounted milk, and the occasional shy student coming in to buy condoms.

Although the income here was far less than the sky-high contract Fury gave her, not to mention the two million she fleeced from Tony Stark.

If Reze wanted to, she could always ”borrow” more from the fat cats.

But this feeling of ”I am an ordinary person” was what truly fascinated Reze.

Only Sumire was speechless about this.

Back when she first transmigrated and hadn’t awakened the villainess simulation game yet, she had been forced to work in a convenience store to make ends meet, and it felt like hell.

Now that they had money, Reze actually found joy in working at a convenience store.

After all that, they were still working at a convenience store.

Was she, Sumire, some kind of natural-born convenience store workhorse?

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