In Memory of Stan Lee (1922 – 2018)
American comic book writer, editor, and publisher
You are sorely missed.
Prologue
Where am I? What happened?
A young man in his early twenties groans he just wakes up, only to find himself in a cold, stone pavement.
That seriously hurts. Hey, where's Doc Ock!? I swear he was just here just moments earlier.
The last time he faced off with an old foe, he was seriously knocked out by some weird machine.
His machine…
Ultimately, that machine had caused him to be transported to somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
I have to get up…dammit…
Aching, he somewhat gets up before he realizes he was surrounded by strange creature.
No, they are not creatures…They are like mini-robots that I read from comics.
Yep, they are indeed robots. As he looks around, he saw that his surrounding is quite different. It's just like his own place but with a different language.
Japanese? Chinese? Korean? Welp, I'm dead.
For now, he needs to move out and figure a lot of things.
But first, lemme eat some stuff.
