I Live in American Comics with an Invincible Air, Just Taking It Easy

I'm 22 years old, and my name is Luo Feng. I'm very fortunate to have caught the wave of transmigration.

Not long ago, I saw lots of my predecessors head off to other Marvel Universes, but I ended up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

It's really tough here. All those superheroes are giving me a headache.

"Luo Feng, did you finish modifying that Mark Armor I asked you to work on a while ago? Hurry up and give it to me. My uncle's trying to kill me."

"Honey, do you think we should have a boy or a girl?"

"Luo Feng, what is the Living Tribunal's problem? Why can't he manage his own subordinates? They keep running to Earth every day."

Luo Feng looks at the superheroes he's been hearing about, along with the one-eyed guy, and feels his head throb.

"Can't you all give me a break? Can't you let me be a couch potato for a while?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.