Marvel: DNF Invades

Chapter 6: Celia's Lucky Potion

That evening, Luke's adoptive father Fudge had not returned home. At around ten o'clock at night, Luke was already in bed when he heard a chaotic noise coming from downstairs.

He got up and went downstairs to check, finding the injured Matt Murdock being helped by Fudge, Karen, and his wife, all settling in the living room. Daredevil was covered in blood, clearly seriously injured.

Luke stood by the stairs and overheard Fudge and Karen arguing loudly.

"No, he can't go to the hospital. Absolutely not. Those people will do something horrible. This whole block is controlled by them!" Fudge said, sounding anxious.

"But he's bleeding a lot! He'll die if he doesn't get treatment!" Karen argued.

"I know, I know! Let me think..." Fudge paced back and forth, then said, "This is the only option. Karen, get the first-aid kit. We need to take the bullet out of him first."

"Oh my God." Karen covered her mouth in disbelief and hurried off to get the kit.

At this moment, Matt Murdock, still wearing Daredevil's suit, was unconscious and lying on the sofa like a corpse. From where Luke stood, he could see that Daredevil had at least three gunshot wounds, and he was losing a lot of blood.

Luke overheard Fudge muttering to himself, "It was me who got him into trouble... I shouldn't have gone to that underground casino with him that day. The Roulette Casino is the dirtiest place in Hell's Kitchen!"

Fudge hung his head in disappointment. He felt useless and deeply sorry for Matt.

Karen returned with the medical kit, placed a hand on Fudge's back, and comforted him, "This isn't your fault. They wanted to deal with you, and Matt wouldn't let them. You need to help him stop the bleeding."

At this point, Karen saw Luke standing at the top of the stairs. She didn't know how long he'd been there. She hurried over, forced a smile, and urged, "It's okay, honey, go back to bed."

Luke didn't say anything. He glanced at the sofa again before heading upstairs.

Back in his room, Luke shut the door and sighed. He knew this would happen sooner or later.

From the brief exchange between his adoptive parents, he could tell that Daredevil had been shot during his mission tonight.

Among the many characters in the Marvel universe, Daredevil's strength was not exceptional and could be considered average. Apart from his super-sensitive hearing and physical reflexes, his physical fitness was still within the normal human range. Unlike superheroes like Spider-Man, he hadn't received any comprehensive physical enhancements, resistance to blows, or rapid recovery abilities.

He was still human—Daredevil's biggest weakness.

As a vigilante fighting crime, this was enough to deal with ordinary thugs, criminals, and street-level enemies. However, when going up against members of New York's underground criminal organizations who commonly carried weapons, especially when dealing with a few enemies, his weaknesses became apparent.

That's what had happened tonight.

In a place like Hell's Kitchen, "dangerous" didn't even begin to cover it.

Hell's Kitchen, located on the west side of Manhattan Island in New York, was once a famous slum, home mostly to working-class Irish immigrants. Known for its poor living conditions, ethnic conflicts, and high crime rates, Hell's Kitchen was now a stronghold for criminals. Russians, Japanese gangs, and Mexican mobs all operated here, conducting shady dealings and illegal activities.

Public safety in Hell's Kitchen was almost nonexistent. It was no wonder it was called Hell's Kitchen.

Later, the area came under the control of the villain Kingpin.

At its peak, Kingpin controlled nearly 70% of the criminal enterprises in the United States, including trafficking in tainted goods, smuggling, gun-running, running casinos, extortion, human trafficking, murder, and arson.

But Kingpin had connections in both the criminal and political worlds, even influencing members of Congress, which made him incredibly difficult to take down.

In this environment, it was easy to imagine just how tough Daredevil's fight was.

He was left with only a few friends who knew his true identity and helped him—ordinary people, including Luke's adoptive father, Fudge Nelson.

Should he help? After a moment's hesitation, Luke sighed. "Alright, I'll help." He respected Daredevil.

Setting aside Daredevil's identity as a hero fighting for justice, Matt Murdock had always been kind to Luke. He'd never looked down on him for being adopted by Fudge and Karen.

Moreover, from the conversation between his adoptive parents, Luke could tell that Fudge seemed involved in this situation.

Which meant the whole family could be in danger.

After all, the members of these criminal organizations didn't care about respecting the elderly or loving the young. Crimes of revenge and wiping out entire families were not uncommon.

Luke decided to take action and solve this problem.

He wasn't sure if his strength would be enough to surpass Daredevil's, but he had some natural advantages.

"Are you finally going to take action? My blood's boiling! The glory of the apostles will spread tonight, Hallelujah!!" Ross had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"You're a cold-blooded animal. You don't have hot blood," Luke muttered.

"It's just a metaphor, young man. Aren't you excited?" Ross said enthusiastically.

"It's too damn expensive to exchange dollars for tokens. Fifty bucks for a magic box? That's highway robbery!" Luke ignored Ross. He planned to use the money he made from selling hamburgers to try his luck with the magic box and maybe get a healing potion.

At least he'd save Uncle Matt, who was lying downstairs.

Even without his help, Daredevil likely wouldn't die, but Luke wasn't sure what butterfly effect his presence might cause. If Daredevil died on his watch, things could get complicated.

Luke spent $500 drawing ten times, hoping for something useful.

The system's prompts echoed in his head.

Unfortunately, the results left him a little disappointed.

He didn't get the healing potion he was hoping for. Instead, the guaranteed reward from his ten consecutive draws wasn't a skill book, but something else entirely.

Looking at the small bottle in his hand, Luke's expression shifted. "Celia's Lucky Potion? What's that for?"

"It temporarily boosts your luck for one hour," Ross explained.

"Really? Does it really work that well?" Luke was intrigued.

"You could try jumping out of a window. If you don't break any bones, it should be working," Ross suggested, as sinister and unreliable as ever.

"Forget it…" Luke rolled his eyes.

Luck was a mysterious thing, and Luke never believed in being lucky.

That was the awareness of someone who wasn't born with the "luck" factor.

Suddenly, Luke smiled and said, "Like you said, I'll have to try it to know exactly how it works. After all, it's a system product. I have a bold idea..."

"Do you mean blowing up Stark Tower?" Ross asked happily.

"No, I'm saying since I've decided to deal with this myself, it's crucial to know where to start."

Luke figured it wouldn't be easy to resolve this matter.

His opponent was the notorious Kingpin, not to mention the people around him. Super-assassin Bullseye, the Hand, and Madame Gao were not foes he could easily face.

Luke decided to test the strength of his opponent first.

At least, he needed to figure out who he was up against.

He decided to act tonight.

"Maybe I can make some money tonight?"

From what his adoptive father had said, Luke had a key clue: the roulette casino.

Whether or not Daredevil, who was bleeding out downstairs, would die without the healing potion didn't concern Luke too much. After all, Daredevil was the protagonist and shouldn't be that unlucky.

Shouldn't be… right?

He looked in the mirror, frowning slightly.

This was him: just over a meter tall, with a childish face and slim arms—a perfect little boy. With this appearance, he couldn't even get into a bar, let alone a casino. What to do? It seemed like he'd need to disguise himself.

He planned to head to the roulette casino to test the effect of Celia's lucky potion, see if it could solve his financial troubles, and gather some intelligence. Two birds with one stone.

"What a genius idea!"

Luke's disguise was simple but effective. He donned a child's mask with Iron Man's face on it. Under the mask, he wore a voice changer. These gadgets were cheap and easy to find in New York, practically standard for vigilantes.

Luke spoke a few words and was satisfied with the result—his voice was much deeper and didn't sound anything like a child's.

He then changed out of his children's clothes and into a plaid shirt and casual pants. Ross climbed onto his shoulder, and Luke told him to act like a plastic ornament, staying silent unless absolutely necessary.

With his disguise complete, Luke looked in the mirror, feeling pleased with the transformation. He looked much more mature.

Climbing out the window, Luke quietly left his foster parents' house. The journey from Queens to Hell's Kitchen was long, but that didn't bother Luke. With a skateboard in hand, the world was his. Time to go~

It took a lot of courage to cause trouble in an underground casino, a place full of dangerous people.

That kind of place was teeming with all sorts of individuals, and those who dared to gamble weren't easy to mess with. For ordinary people, it was extremely dangerous.

But Luke was no longer an ordinary person.

A year after his rebirth, he was now a master of the inch punch. If given a sword, he could also pull off a sword-drawing slash. In recent days, he had made numerous electric shock grenades and stored them in his storage space. Even if he couldn't win, he had a mind shield to retreat safely.

As they say, practice makes one brave, and that's why Luke dared to go into a place like this.

It wasn't hard to find the Roulette Casino.

Running a casino was one of Kingpin's major sources of income. This particular casino was popular in Hell's Kitchen, favored by all kinds of criminals.

For well-known reasons, the New York police ignored the place. It was easy for Luke to find two black youths selling poisoned milk powder on the street, from whom he learned the casino's location.

"Hey, kid, you don't belong here." A black guard at the entrance stopped Luke.

"Open your eyes and look again. If you call me that again, I swear I'll stuff your tongue into your dirty ass!" A deep, hoarse voice came from under the Iron Man mask, full of anger.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't know... Please, come in." The black guard immediately stepped aside.

"Hmph." Luke snorted coldly and confidently walked into the casino.

This was his innate advantage: he could disguise himself as a dwarf. It seemed even Mystique couldn't do this, right?

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