A Massive War Begins

What was that saying again? Oh, drunken debauchery.

Kyle sprang to his feet with a swift fish roll and checked the bed, the floor, and the bathroom. Finding no women’s clothing or anything of the sort, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good that nothing had happened last night. He couldn’t go helping frozen Steve look after someone, only to end up taking care of her in bed.

But where had the tailcoat he’d worn gone?

Yesterday had been a day off, so Kyle hadn’t had Venom transform into formal attire—his curiosity-driven stunt last time had nearly exposed him. Instead, he had turned Venom into a card and worn actual clothes.

As a result, he had no idea what exactly had happened after he got drunk late last night.

"Maybe the staff took it away to be cleaned." Kyle didn’t dwell on it. It was just a piece of clothing, nothing especially valuable.

He quickly washed up in the bathroom. Feeling refreshed after putting on his underwear, he retrieved the Venom Card from Card Space and tossed it onto the bed, allowing it to materialize.

‘Rumble, rumble—’

Venom wriggled beneath the covers, humanely dangling strands of black liquid from its body as though it were pitifully complaining to Kyle about something.

Having grown accustomed to merging with Kyle in symbiosis on the battlefield, it had become increasingly addicted to that state. Put another way, all living things subconsciously longed to evolve. Venom’s symbiotic species itself evolved by merging symbiotically with other creatures, gradually learning the host’s physical traits and abilities to strengthen itself.

"Alright, alright. It’s time to head back to the base." As Kyle spoke, he extended a hand toward Venom. Venom’s liquid body immediately transformed into countless black strands in delight, extending from his palm and winding around, enveloping, and finally transforming over his body.

Kyle looked down at the full set of sleek black clothing on his body and irritably patted the emblem on his chest. "Not the Combat Uniform. Change into something more casual first."

‘Whoosh—’

Like a chameleon changing its disguise, the suit Kyle wore swiftly turned into a jacket and jeans.

Keeping Venom on him every day had one small advantage: it saved money on clothes and the hassle of changing outfits.

After leaving his room, Kyle walked down the club corridor. The waiters along the way all greeted him with flattering good mornings. For such a distinguished guest who possessed both military authority and wealth, they wished Kyle would come every day and rent out the place for dances.

Just as he was about to leave through the club’s front entrance, Kyle seemed to recall something and stopped a passing waitress. "Let me ask you something. Where is the lady who danced with me last night?"

"Mr. Kyle, you mean Miss Carter?" The waitress hurriedly stopped and answered him. "Miss Carter left the club by herself very early this morning."

"Really? She actually didn’t wait for me to return to the base together." Kyle shook his head. He slipped his left hand into his wallet pocket and materialized something under the cover of the pocket. Soon, he took out a club card and handed it to the waitress. "This is the VIP card I opened here last night. There should still be over nine thousand dollars in it. If Carter comes here to dance again, charge all her expenses to this card."

"Certainly!" The waitress lowered her head and accepted the VIP card with both hands. When she looked up again, Kyle had already walked out the front door, leaving her only with his tall, cold silhouette.

Training Base, basement, Research Department.

The moment Kyle stepped through the doorway, a violent explosion rang out from inside. A familiar figure in a researcher’s coat was blasted backward by the shockwave and fell awkwardly to the floor, wisps of smoke rising from his body.

"Howard, you really haven’t changed at all." Kyle stared at the gentleman scientist lying on the floor with an odd expression.

"K-Kyle?" The gentleman froze when he saw Kyle at the doorway. He then rubbed his eyes, and after confirming it was really him, excitedly climbed to his feet. "Kyle, you’re finally back!"

Howard hurried over. Due to their height difference, he could only wrap his arms around Kyle’s waist and a little above it. "Without you, I haven’t even been in the mood to go to parties or bars lately. You’re not just my friend and comrade-in-arms—you’re also the best partner for building a top-tier industry with me in the future!"

"That last part is the important one, isn’t it? You haven’t even finished researching what I gave you, so don’t start trying to pry more Black Technology out of me." Kyle pushed him away with a jab, eyeing him as though guarding against fire, theft, and Howard.

"Hahaha. If Carter hadn’t insisted on going alone last night, I wouldn’t have been able to resist going into the club to check on you." Howard laughed. He was genuinely happy that his close friend had returned.

"Hm? You knew that box was from me?" Kyle looked at Howard in surprise. With the ballroom dress, Rose Card, and everything else, most people would have assumed they were from some other gentleman admiring Carter.

At worst, they would have mistaken it for Steve’s return…

Howard chuckled. "You underestimate Agent Carter. She recognized your English handwriting on the box and the card at a glance."

"Is that so?" Kyle fell silent. Scenes from last night flashed through his mind, and he realized he might have missed something.

"By the way, didn’t the beautiful Carter come back with you? Could it be that…" Howard’s gaze turned strange, filled with the inquisitive curiosity of a gentleman studying scientific strategy.

"Don’t misunderstand. Nothing happened between her and me last night… I thought she had already returned to the base." Kyle waved his hand somewhat guiltily, changing the subject. "By the way, I noticed when I entered the Training Base that there are far fewer soldiers stationed here. And where did Fury run off to?"

"Oh, you just got back, so you don’t know about the current situation yet." Howard suddenly understood, his expression turning grave. "Not long ago, the leaders of our army, Britain, and the Soviet Union decided at an Allied conference to seize this chance while Germany is suffering crushing defeats on the front lines. They intend to gather their forces and strike directly into German territory from the English Channel."

The allied forces of three nations were attacking Germany? Starting from the English Channel?

The Normandy Landings!

The name of the campaign flashed through Kyle’s mind. He had never expected the Marvel world to be so similar to the history of his previous world, following the same course of war.

The Normandy Landings had been a historic, massive campaign in the later stages of World War II. After this battle, Germany was utterly defeated and surrendered! Only Japan on the Asian battlefield remained, stubbornly holding on.

Howard continued, "Last night, we already sent word of your return to headquarters. General Chester replied with orders for you to head to the U.S. military’s main base in Europe as soon as you returned to the Training Base."

"So they really won’t let me rest." Kyle shrugged, a dangerous chill gleaming in his azure eyes. Both his body and the Venom Suit quietly stirred with excitement.

After resting for so long, it was time to stretch his limbs in a proper battle. He hoped that on this massive battlefield, he would encounter an opponent worthy of letting him fully display his strength.