I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon (90 Chapters). (/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

"Is that the Symbol of Peace?" 

"The king of the nation of Carl…", 

"Earth's strongest, a living legend."

As the colossal projection of the silver-haired young man appeared above the arena, the competitors erupted in cheers. 

Countless gazes burned with admiration, all focused on Kyle's figure. Many had come here - some for glory, others to witness history, or to seek riches - all guided by Kyle's vision.

Kyle stood as the only one unaffected by the tides of the world; he had long since transcended the superpowers of Earth, changed the world, and defied the ages, becoming a godlike hero who worked miracles. 

Even the Ancient One, who had lived for centuries, deeply revered him, leaving others in awe of his charisma.

"Now that all the contestants are gathered, let's bring in the audience," Kyle's projection smiled as he snapped his fingers. In an instant, the empty room was transformed into a vast amphitheater filled with spectators, each one a spectator who had traveled to Carl to watch the fights.

As nearly ten thousand live spectators took their seats, a roaring cheer filled the floating platform, almost strong enough to shake the brilliant starry ceiling. 

"Peter, give it your all!" Ned, sitting near the front, waved a cheer stick he'd somehow acquired, sitting excitedly between Hank and Hogun.

"Ned, don't use my real name..." Spider-Man muttered, trying to blend into the crowd. Fortunately, with so many competitors, no one knew who Ned was cheering for.

"This atmosphere is a once-in-a-millennium thing," marveled Agent Venom as Ant-Man and Deadpool nodded in agreement. They had often been considered outcasts - distrusted or even feared for their bizarre appearances, despite saving the world time and time again. 

Standing here today, on the world stage, finally recognized and dressed in their full battle gear, felt like a true turning point.

This was Kyle's goal; he wanted superheroes to become true icons. In doing so, he hoped to inspire waves of heroes to step forward and save the world. This was how they should be seen - not as threats to be controlled and imprisoned by superpowers, but as beacons of hope.

"All right, let's have some quiet." Kyle's projection raised his hands, and the thunderous arena went completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Good," he said with a smile. "Now that the contestants and audience are all here, from this moment on, everything here will be broadcast through the Skynet platform, allowing people around the world to watch live in VR."

As he finished, several small drones hovered over the arena, capturing every detail of the contestants.

The arena fell into a breathless silence as both contestants and audience members realized that Kyle's announcement was about to "shake the world.

"Yes, you heard me," Kyle said calmly. "Today, superpowers, heroes, advanced technology, and the mystical forces Earth has hidden will be revealed to the public through this arena!"

The audience, both in the stands and the millions watching over Skynet, erupted in a wave of excitement.

Pressing his hands down to silence the crowd, Kyle continued, "Some of you may already know the prizes for the top three. First place: a Space Stone. Second place: A wish within my power to grant. Third place: Kryon, Vibranium and the Eternal Flame. The top eight will receive plentiful points, redeemable in the Kingdom of Carl for money, abilities, or even extended life.

The competitors began to rub their hands together in anticipation. The size of these rewards was monumental, and no one could resist the lure.

"I'll be joining as a contestant later," Kyle added, "but not just yet. Right now, with 118 contestants, we need a preliminary round to narrow the field." He narrowed his eyes significantly.

"Preliminary round?" Spider-Man muttered, feeling a sense of foreboding. He wasn't the only one; a shiver ran down the spines of many as they braced themselves for the ominous challenge ahead.

Kyle spread his arms, "The rules of the preliminary are simple, like a game level. I will assign you all a common virtual opponent. The map will be random, and he will be the gatekeeper. To pass, you must either defeat him or survive him for three minutes."

Without giving anyone a moment to prepare, Kyle's projection began to fade, leaving only a final remark: "Let the test begin!"

"H-Hey, wait!" Spider-Man stammered, feeling panic set in. He hadn't mentally prepared for this at all!

"See you later, guys!" Venom said quickly.

"OK! Let's hope I'm not the only one who makes it through," Deadpool replied with a nod.

"I'm not going down in the first round," Ant-Man scoffed.

Before they could finish, a blinding white light engulfed the massive arena. All the contestants disappeared, as if each had been transported to a separate room.

At the same time, 118 individual projection screens floated above the audience and the Skynet virtual platform.

Spider-Man Peter's perspective:

Covered in a flash of white light, Spider-Man instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them, Eddie and the others were gone. The bustling arena had been transformed into a barren, smoke-filled battlefield.

"Random Combat Scenario: WWII Ground Battlefield!''

''Test time: 02:59!''

As the words flashed across his vision, Spider-Man shivered and anxiously scanned his surroundings. "Has the test started already? So, Mr. Kyle's virtual gatekeeper is..."

Thud, Thud, Thud!

A tall, dark figure stepped out of the battle-scarred zone ahead. Standing on the scorched earth with cold, red eyes fixed on Spider-Man, he radiated an icy aura.

"No way... Are you Mr. Kyle?" Spider-Man's eyes widened in disbelief.

Dressed in a dark, skintight combat suit, a long sword strapped to his back, and two energy pistols on his legs, the figure's imposing form loomed over the slope like a reaper, emanating a palpable bloodlust and battle-hardened aura.

There was no mistaking it.

The man before him was Kyle, looking exactly as he had in World War II propaganda footage! This was the man who had yet to become the Symbol of Peace, the merciless Major General of America— the demon in the eyes of enemy soldiers.

Kyle said nothing, drawing his long sword as he charged straight toward Spider-Man.

Overcome with terror, Spider-Man let out a fearful scream, instinctively turning to run.

This was clearly a nightmare difficulty!

'(End of Chapter)'