c8: Skye
Noon.
Karl took a bottle of red wine and a glass from the refrigerator.
After pouring a glass, he savored it leisurely.
At this moment, Skye was wrapped in a quilt, lying lazily on the sofa.
Karl smiled and asked, "Why don't you come live at my place?"
"Anyway, I have many properties, and the place is big enough."
Skye, who was resting, shook her head in refusal. "No, it's not like I don't have my own place to live."
This was very much in line with the personality of Daisy Johnson independent, stubborn, and unwilling to rely on others easily, even before she would later become a key agent of S.H.I.E.L.D..
"Alright then."
Karl shrugged, already used to this response.
This wasn't the first time he had invited Skye.
It was just that she simply wouldn't move into his house.
After thinking for a moment, Karl teased, "If you won't go, then you won't go. However, we really need to buy a sturdier bed today."
"While a collapsed bed isn't a big deal, it's quite a hindrance to sleep, isn't it?"
Hearing this, Skye immediately grabbed the throw pillow from beneath her and hurled it at Karl.
"It's all because of you, you bastard!"
There was a hint of resentment in her voice. "What was with you today? Why were you so excited?"
"It's already noon, and you even broke my bed!"
Keep in mind, it was only around seven or eight o'clock when she had called Karl in the morning.
Skye knew Karl was very capable.
After all, Karl had been practicing combat and physical training since he was young, something not unlike the peak-human conditioning seen in figures such as Captain America, though Karl previously lacked any enhancements.
She had prepared herself for it to last over an hour.
She hadn't expected him to be so overwhelming today.
Karl laughed nonchalantly. "That's nothing. If I wanted to, we could go until tomorrow."
"Braggart! If you're so capable, then come at me!"
"Is that so?"
Karl smiled and walked toward Skye.
Noticing the shift in his aura subtle, but now carrying an almost oppressive vitality that came from the Silver Age Superman template Skye was instantly alarmed.
"No way, for real? Are you even human?"
Karl raised an eyebrow. "What else would I be?"
Skye buried her head in the quilt and immediately surrendered. "I was wrong, I was just joking."
"I have no strength left in my body. You're the best."
"You win."
Karl laughed at her reaction and gave her a playful pat.
Then he picked up the wine glass from the coffee table, feeling quite pleased.
In fact, he wasn't exaggerating.
If he hadn't deliberately held back, something instinctive after gaining power comparable to Superman of the Silver Age, Skye wouldn't have been able to endure at all.
After all, his current physique had already surpassed conventional human limits by an immeasurable margin.
He simply hadn't expected…
That the bed would collapse after only a few hours.
He could only conclude that the structural quality of Skye's apartment furniture was truly lacking.
Whether due to pride or personal independence, Skye had refused to move into Karl's residence.
Instead, she insisted on living in the small apartment she rented.
What she didn't know was Karl had already contacted the landlord and purchased the entire property at fifteen percent above market value.
In a city like New York City, that kind of move was effortless for someone with Karl's financial resources, especially after his early investments in companies like Stark Industries and Oscorp had multiplied his wealth many times over.
Looking at it now…
Cheap things really weren't reliable.
The bed had literally collapsed.
The quality was terrible.
He should probably go have a word with the seller.
Now he even had to personally pay for Skye's replacement bed.
What a dishonest merchant.
…
Skye rested for quite a while before finally getting up to wash.
By then, Karl had already finished the entire bottle of wine and freshened up.
It was past two o'clock when Skye finally finished getting ready.
Since the bed had collapsed, they had no choice but to go out and buy a new one.
Naturally, some personal items in the apartment had to be reorganized as well.
Of course they had to eat first.
The two of them went to a high-end restaurant for lunch, then headed straight to a nearby mall.
This time, Karl directly spent two thousand dollars on a bed.
To be honest, he was a bit disappointed that there weren't more expensive options available.
With his current wealth, even luxury purchases felt… underwhelming.
Still, he didn't believe this new bed would collapse again.
Since Skye still needed to stay at her apartment that night, they arranged for delivery immediately.
The delivery staff were naturally extremely enthusiastic.
Although the apartment itself wasn't large or particularly impressive, the bed Karl purchased cost over two thousand dollars, which was not a common sale.
For them, selling even one such item in a month was rare.
One glance at Karl and Skye was enough to tell they were not ordinary customers.
Naturally, they treated them with utmost respect.
By the time the installation was complete, it was already past five in the afternoon.
Skye sat down on the brand-new bed and bounced lightly to test it.
Then she looked at Karl with a smile.
"So, what do we do now?"
"Want to go to your Bar for some fun?"
"There aren't many people in the Bar now, it's boring to go."
"True. Then what should we do?"
"First, test the quality of this bed, then go eat."
Hearing this, Skye was slightly surprised. "Test the quality of the bed?"
"Doesn't this bed look pretty good..."
Before she could finish, Karl interrupted her.
He chuckled softly, "You can't tell the quality of a bed just by looking."
"We have to test it personally."
With that, Karl also got onto the bed.
...
Three hours later.
Karl once again went to the refrigerator, took a bottle of wine and a glass.
He didn't smoke, but he quite liked drinking.
Most of the alcohol in Skye's house was brought by Karl from the Bar.
The purpose, naturally, was...
Skye lay on the bed, quietly observing Karl. "Honestly, why does it feel like you've become a different person today?"
Karl's eyebrow twitched. "Is that so? Because I broke the bed?"
"Of course not!"
Skye gave him a sidelong glance, then murmured to herself, "I can't really say, it's like you haven't changed."
"It's just that I feel your demeanor has changed a lot."
This sharp intuition wasn't surprising at all—after all, even before awakening her Inhuman abilities tied to Terrigenesis, Daisy Johnson had always possessed keen perception and strong instincts.
"Maybe."
Karl smiled, noncommittal.
Previously, knowing that the World he was in was the Marvel Universe, he naturally felt some pressure.
Although he was very rich.
In this World, the role of money wasn't that great.
After all, there were too many powerful existences.
Not to mention cosmic-level threats like Thanos, who wielded forces such as the Infinity Gauntlet in certain timelines, even a figure like Kingpin the underground emperor of New York had once been a problem Karl couldn't easily deal with.
But now, having obtained the Silver Age template of Superman, Karl finally possessed absolute power.
His mindset naturally couldn't remain the same.
At the very least, Karl now fully intended to give a severe lesson to the man who had tried to force him to sell his Bar.
Previously, he had considered it but realistically, he knew he likely wouldn't have been able to defeat the other party.
After all, Wilson Fisk's strength wasn't just wealth and influence; in many comic iterations, he could physically contend with street-level heroes like Daredevil and even overwhelm enhanced fighters through sheer power and combat mastery.
But now…
Heh.
But that wasn't important.
There would be time to deal with him later.
After all, the other party had clearly stated that he would personally come to Karl's Bar in three days.
For now, naturally, accompanying the girl in front of him was more important.
Skye rested for a while and then went to wash up again.
The two of them then set off toward Karl's Bar.
Karl's Bar was called Smiths Bar.
This name had been left behind by the old man who raised him.
The reason Karl hadn't sold the Bars was, on one hand, because he genuinely enjoyed drinking and wanted a personal place to relax.
On the other hand, it carried sentimental value.
One of the Bars was located in Queens, not far from his residence.
The other one was in Manhattan, closer to the heart of New York City, where figures like Spider-Man often operated.
To be honest, Kingpin offering one million dollars to purchase the Bar in Queens was actually a relatively fair price.
Although Smiths Bar in Queens was spacious and stocked with expensive liquor, when calculated as a whole, its real market value didn't quite reach that amount.
It could even be said that the price Wilson Fisk offered was generous.
But no matter how good the price was forced acquisition was an entirely different matter.
After all, Karl's current assets had already reached tens of billions of dollars.
Would he really care about the profit from a single Bar?
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