A new life(Marvel&DC)

The next day, I went for a run again. I did a few push-ups and tried stretching… It didn't go as well as I'd hoped. But let's not be discouraged—this is only my second day exercising. After taking a shower and having breakfast at the usual café near my house, I settled down in front of my laptop.

Today, I planned to take my first steps toward immortalizing my name in history. After stretching my fingers, I began typing a book. To begin with, I decided to publish several books. My mind held a treasure trove of knowledge, memories of countless bestsellers from my previous world. If I brought them to life in this world, what kind of impact would they have?

These books would form my foundation. With only a million in stock, I couldn't get far without a proper plan. I mulled over various options for investing this money. Ultimately, I made a decision—I would create a game.

Of course, my budget was far too small to produce a fully-fledged computer game. Besides, I had always loved creating games, so I decided to start with mobile games. I was confident I could manage this on my own.

Initially, I thought publishing several books would provide me with a steady income. After that, I planned to establish a small company, hire qualified employees, and begin developing a mobile game. Once we gained momentum, I would consider expanding into computer games. Interestingly, the games in this world lacked creativity, leaving a significant opportunity for innovation. The plan was set. It was time to get started.

The following week, I continued my physical exercises. Push-ups became easier, and I could already feel my muscles strengthening. Meanwhile, I managed to finish my first two books. The first was a classic by Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes: A Study in Scarlet. This work introduced the legendary consulting detective Sherlock Holmes and his companion Dr. Watson.

In my previous world, this book had become a cornerstone of the detective genre. The second book I completed was Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K. Rowling. This series had become the best-selling book collection in history. I felt confident in my choice.

On my morning runs, I often pondered what to write next. My goal was to publish four books before diving into the study of programming. After all, I needed to master game development.

Having completed my daily run, I paused to catch my breath.

[+1 to endurance]

Oh, really? I was starting to forget about you. Well, fair enough. Now, I could run two kilometers without feeling like I'd collapse.

Over the next two weeks, I kept up my exercise routine, and the system rewarded me with 4 points in strength, 2 points in speed, 3 points in agility, and 4 points in endurance. My once thin frame was finally filling out, and I no longer resembled a skeleton. While I hadn't gained noticeable muscle, I now looked like a regular guy instead of someone perpetually dieting. Additionally, I earned 1 point in charisma. What could I say? I was becoming more attractive by the day.

During this period, I finished two more books. The first was J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, a seminal work in the fantasy genre. This novel profoundly influenced fantasy literature, board and computer games, cinema, and culture as a whole. Someday, I planned to oversee a film adaptation of this masterpiece.

The fourth book I completed was Agatha Christie's best-selling detective novel Ten Little Indians. Many had tried to adapt this novel for the big screen in my previous world. While the process of recreating The Lord of the Rings posed particular challenges during printing, the result was undeniably worth it. I was now ready to present four iconic bestsellers to this world.

These literary masterpieces would serve as the bedrock of my foundation. Honestly, I could have completed the books sooner, but my fingers began to ache from typing, so I opted to pace myself. During breaks, I read online programming tutorials for beginners. However, I found studying online materials cumbersome.

I realized I preferred physical books, the kind I could hold in my hands, flip through, and immerse myself in. Soon, I planned to purchase programming textbooks, but for now, my own books were my priority.

I contemplated how best to present these works to the world. I could approach a publishing house and offer them for printing, but I doubted they'd fully appreciate the value of such treasures. My thoughts turned to Batman—or rather, Bruce Wayne. A company as vast as Wayne Enterprises surely had its own publishing division.

With this in mind, I headed straight to Wayne Tower to meet the management. Entering the towering building, I approached the reception desk, where a charming young woman sat.

"Hello, young lady," I greeted. "Is Mr. Wayne available today?"

"Hello," she replied, giving me a once-over with a polite yet puzzled smile. I wasn't dressed in a business suit but wore casual jeans and a lightweight black jacket over a plain white T-shirt. My somewhat informal appearance seemed to catch her off guard.

"What's your name, and do you have an appointment?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I don't have an appointment," I admitted. "Could you inform him that Alex Reath, a humble homeless man, is here to see him? I believe he won't ignore me." With that, I stepped aside and seated myself on a plush leather sofa in the reception area. I couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious piece of furniture—it probably cost a fortune.

Ten minutes later, I was informed that Bruce Wayne was ready to meet me. Taking the elevator to the top floor, I found the door to his office. Bruce was seated behind his desk, sorting through paperwork, when I entered.

"Hello, Bruce," I greeted as I sat down. "How's the company doing?"

He set the papers aside and looked at me. "Not bad, I'd say. Thanks for asking. So, what brings you here?"

"Does my presence really upset you? I thought we were friends."

"That's a stretch," he replied with a frown. "Friendship requires trust."

"Well, I trust you, Bruce. And I genuinely want to earn your trust."

"What brings you to me?" he repeated, though his tone had softened slightly.

Reaching into my inventory, I retrieved a stack of papers—printouts of my books. I also pulled out a flash drive containing electronic copies. For an observer, it might have looked as if I had materialized them from thin air. Bruce's expression remained impassive, but his gaze sharpened.

This was the first time I had revealed my inventory, something I had carefully kept hidden until now. Until this moment, Bruce likely viewed me as an ordinary individual. But now, this?

I could see the unspoken question in his eyes: What just happened?

"I know what you're thinking, Bruce," I said. "No sane person would reveal their secrets to someone they didn't trust. But I'm showing you mine because I want to prove my sincerity. I hope this act lessens your suspicions about me."

"Ehh…" Bruce sighed after listening to me. "How did you do it?"

"You could say it's my... ability. I call it Inventory. It's like a personal spatial pocket. I can put any object in there and retrieve it whenever I want."

"How many objects exactly can you store in it?"

"I suppose… any amount. My inventory is limitless. If you ever need to hide something, you can count on me. No one but me can access it."

"I'll keep that in mind. What about living organisms? Can you store a person in there?"

"I'm afraid not. It only works for inorganic objects. I can't store living beings, animals, or anything with consciousness. Back at the dump, I tried putting a half-dead rat in my inventory, but it didn't work."

"What about a dead body?" Bruce asked, his tone sharp.

"Um, yeah, I think I can. Why? Are you planning to kill someone and need me to get rid of the body?" I chuckled nervously. "Relax, I'm joking… Why so serious?" His expression didn't change, but his face twitched slightly.

"Ha-ha, that's the reaction I was expecting! Did I remind you of the Joker?" I asked. Gotham's richest man shook his head and rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"You do realize that this Inventory of yours is dangerous. You could smuggle a bomb into any building and detonate it."

"Hm, good point. Honestly, I hadn't thought about that," I admitted, scratching my chin. But seeing Bruce's stern expression, I quickly added, "Hey, don't worry. I'm one of the good guys."

"You might be good, but others won't be. If your ability is discovered, people will try to exploit it for their own purposes."

"Exactly. That's why I want to become strong—to protect myself. I've trusted you with my secret, and I ask you to keep it. You can tell Alfred or Nightwing if you must, but no one else. Now that you know my secret and I know yours, we can be allies."

"I must warn you: don't consider your Inventory invulnerable. There are ways to exploit it, especially through telepathy. Many telepaths can pose a significant threat to you."

His concern made me chuckle softly. While his fears were valid, the "Player's Mind" ability protected me from any mental manipulation.

"Bruce, I'm ready to share another secret with you, but I need a favor in return," I said with a sly smile.

"What kind of favor?"

"I'll explain. But first, let me reassure you—I have complete immunity to psychological attacks. No one can access my mind or control me. So, I'm the only one who can open my Inventory. Sure, an enemy could take my loved ones hostage to force me, but again, that's why I need strength. To protect them. Now, about that favor…"

"I still don't fully understand you, Alex Reath. That's why I don't trust you. Now, what's your business?"

I handed him four stacks of papers and a flash drive. "I've written several books and want to publish them. Does Wayne Enterprises have a publishing department?"

"You wrote books? Why?"

"To make money and become famous?"

"I hate to break it to you, but those are rare outcomes for writers. Even a bestseller won't bring you significant income."

"I understand your skepticism, but trust me, these books will surprise you. I'm confident they'll be hits. To be honest, I plan to enter the entertainment industry."

"That's not a wise choice. It's one of the least profitable sectors."

"Not necessarily," I interrupted. "Once you read these books, you'll see. They're just the beginning. With the million dollars I borrowed, I'll create a small game production company. Soon, my company will be known worldwide." His skeptical gaze lingered, but he didn't argue further.

"Fine. I'll publish your books. An initial print run of 300,000 copies each. Do you agree?"

"That's far too low," I replied. "Remember that favor I mentioned? I want an initial print run of 3 million copies per book. Is that possible?"

Bruce stared at me, dumbfounded. "Three million? Are you serious? Even sequels to bestsellers don't get that many copies. And you're an unknown author. That's impossible."

"Here's a deal: read the books first. If you still think they're not worth three million copies, then print 300,000. Fair?"

He studied me carefully. "Fine. I want to see what fuels your confidence. Let's discuss the terms of the deal."

"I want 35% of all book sales. Copyrights will remain mine, and I'll choose the publisher for any sequels."

It's worth noting that I plan to acquire a publishing house in the future and profit directly from my creations. My mind holds countless masterpieces, and I won't let others benefit at my expense.

"Those terms are acceptable," Bruce agreed after some thought. Of course, they were. In this world, no one imagined a book could generate billions in revenue. But that perception would soon change.

In the future, publishers would try to reduce authors' royalties, which is why I intend to self-publish eventually.

"My representative will contact you soon to finalize the contract. Leave your contact information before you go." After a firm handshake, I left Wayne Tower, my plans set in motion.

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[A/N: Just some clearance, it is quite impossible to write a book in detail even if you know it, but because of the extra points he placed in "Intelligence" he is able to clearly recall all the details of those books.

Second, many of you maybe upset with the fact that MC is so openly laying all his secrets to Wayne, but think it like this, What he is trying to find in Wayne is not a business partner but a friend to whom he can entrust his secrets, and to earn trust you have to show some sincerity, by telling his secrets he is saying "I am ready to trust you, but are you?"

There is one more factor behind all his actions, you will see that in upcoming chapters.]

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