American Comics: I’m Yang Jian, and I Can Travel Between Two Worlds for Draws

(Marvel + DC + Mysterious Revival + dual transmigration + American comics)

My name is Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I'll be dead.

Just kidding. My name is Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I'm still alive, though I have no idea how much longer that'll last. Of course, I need to make one thing clear: I'm not the “Leg Bro” who wields a spear and strides through ghost domains. I'm just an unlucky guy with the same name, an ordinary corporate drone who used to eat instant noodles in his rented apartment.

Three days ago, I was pulling another all-nighter at work. Three days later, I'm standing in a back alley in Marvel's New York. My left eye can see when people are going to die, and in my hand is a noose that just hanged Green Goblin from a streetlamp. In front of me, Spider-Man stares at me, his face frozen in shock.

A System called “Paranormal Traveler” dropped into my lap, claiming I can travel freely between the Marvel and DC universes, and draw all kinds of paranormal items that defy the laws of physics from a prize pool: Ghost Rope, Ghost Mirror, Music Box, Ghost Porcelain, even the legendary Ghost Eye.

Sounds awesome, right? But the System's rules are a pain in the ass. I barely finish enjoying my instant kill of Green Goblin before, thirty seconds later, I'm forcibly tossed into Crime Alley in Gotham City. The Bat-Signal shines overhead, and the System coldly says: Host, survive in Gotham for twenty-four hours.

What kind of place is Gotham? It's a madhouse where the Joker could blow up three buildings on his way out to buy groceries!

And now I have to survive in the gap between these two extremely dangerous universes, relying on a left eye that can predict death and a noose that might turn on me at any moment.

Draw. Travel. Don't die.

My name is Yang Jian. If you see news of the Joker being hanged with a noose, don't say I did it.