New Sacred Timeline

It had been a long time since he had acted alone.

Zhang Ye drove the boat-car swiftly across the endless plains.

This was where Red Skull’s territory bordered Doctor Doom’s domain. It was also a dark zone teeming with countless gangs. Since neither Hydra nor Doctor Doom had stationed much military force here, the area had gradually been taken over by gang members.

Tragic and lamentable, the once-prosperous New York City had now become barren as well.

When Red Skull occupied this place, he renamed it New Babylon. He had originally intended to properly build up the city and turn it into Hydra’s gold mine.

Unfortunately, the battle in New York that year had been too massive. Its destructive power had ruined more than half of the entire city. At the time, Red Skull controlled half the country, and too many places needed money and resources for reconstruction. Even if he wanted to build New Babylon up, he simply lacked the means.

Thus, Red Skull reduced New Babylon’s scale, turning it into a prosperous city built amid the ruins. Though New Babylon was called paradise on the wasteland, the entire city was actually smaller than even one district of the original New York City.

As for the rest of the former New York City, it had all become territory for scavengers and gang members. Every year, countless villains dreaming of getting rich came here, hoping to find relics from the old days in the ruins and make a fortune from them.

The idea was good, but reality was harsh. Almost all the resources here had been divided up by the top supervillains. Even if there were scraps left over, they were basically controlled by the various gangs. Of all the people who came here, how many truly got rich?

But human nature was like that. Everyone harbored a bit of wishful thinking. Most people’s failures did not discourage others, and even now, many still came here one after another to chase their dreams.

The locals had given these people a name: Dream Gold Seekers, used to mock these foolish fools.

As he drove, Zhang Ye often saw people with firearms setting up stalls by the roadside.

Don’t misunderstand. These people hardly counted as gang members. Those reduced to peddling wares by the roadside were generally powerless people who could barely survive.

Of course, they were not worthy of pity either. They were no saints, and they had their own knack for choosing their customers.

If they thought they could not afford to offend you, they became honest merchants. But if you did not seem threatening enough, they became vicious robbers. In short, they specialized in flexible employment.

It was no wonder they were doing so poorly. These people were suppliers oppressed by the local gangs. They brought supplies here, disrupting the market and upsetting the balance between the gangs. If the gangs did not deal with them, who would they deal with?

If one wanted to buy supplies here, one had to go to a real large-scale market.

In the outskirts of New Babylon stood a crashed S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier. Back in the old days, such a thing had been extremely rare. For ordinary people, even getting close to one had been unimaginably difficult.

But ever since the villains had joined forces and started the war, blasting several Helicarriers out of the sky, the wrecks of those Helicarriers scattered across the country had become the best trading grounds in the eyes of capitalist merchants.

Merchants with money bought ownership of these wrecks from Hydra, then struck deals with local gangs and hired them to safeguard the area. Massive amounts of capital flowed in, and bustling black markets sprang up around the Helicarriers one after another.

Perhaps many people in this world were still dying of famine, but this place remained packed with visitors and overflowing with traffic.

Pulling his gaze back from the outside, Zhang Ye looked at the ever-nearing Helicarrier in the distance with an utterly calm expression. He turned the wheel and headed onto another road.

Zhang Ye’s destination was not the black market. In the past, after driving for so long, he would have needed to find somewhere to replenish supplies. But now, the magically modified boat-car did not run on "fuel," saving Zhang Ye quite a bit of time.

"Miss Minutes, remind me. What conditions are still needed to record this world?" Zhang Ye suddenly asked as he stared at the road ahead.

As soon as he finished speaking, the music playing in the boat-car abruptly stopped. The next moment, Miss Minutes emerged from the speakers.

System records are currently being updated.

You need to consume a total of 147% power and spend 204 days on analysis.

So far, 34% power has been consumed and 41 days of analysis have been completed. You still need 113% power and 163 days of analysis.

Miss Minutes sat atop the car speakers as she answered, lightly swinging her legs.

"It has already… been more than a month since I came here." Zhang Ye let out a long breath, his eyes complicated.

Ever since arriving in this world, Zhang Ye had remained highly cautious. Although he understood this world’s plot progression very well and should basically have faced no danger if nothing unexpected happened—

Still, Zhang Ye was an experienced traveler who had crossed three universes. He would never believe this world was as simple as he imagined.

Sure enough, the appearance of the Batarang had truly caught Zhang Ye off guard.

If a universe that had entered the wasteland era was already enough to make Zhang Ye feel troubled, then something from another universe had poured fuel on the fire.

Zhang Ye did not know what awaited him ahead. At present, he only knew one thing: he needed to improve his combat power as quickly as possible and make himself stronger.

His various experiences during this time had made Zhang Ye somewhat lose track of time. If not for Miss Minutes, he might not even have realized that he had already spent so long in this universe.

There were less than six months left before we could finish recording this universe.

Miss Minutes seemed to understand Zhang Ye’s sentiment. She smiled at him.

"Mm." Zhang Ye nodded slightly. "My current abilities are still too weak. If I have this timeline as my backing, perhaps I can better protect Kara and Pietro."

Not only that, when the time comes, we could even turn this universe into a new Sacred Timeline.

Miss Minutes blinked, speaking of her dream in a tone filled with beautiful anticipation.

But what she failed to notice was that Zhang Ye’s expression froze the instant he heard her words.