Chapter 48 You don't even want to call me...
——Café·The second to last row king seat by the window in the back row

"Grumpy"

Link casually used a straw to blow the cola in the coffee cup in his hand into bubbles.
The ice in the cup had melted for the most part—he had been sitting here for nearly an hour.

But Link didn't care at all, or rather, Link looked like he had expected it, and was calm and composed, as if "Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait."

"pat-"

Suddenly, the glass door of the cafe was pushed open.

Without even looking up, Link knew that the "big fish" he had been waiting for for so long had been hooked.

Nick Fury, wearing a patent leather coat, strode to the table and sat down opposite Link.
Following closely behind him is his right-hand man, the "good guy": Phil Coulson.

As for why we didn't see the more attractive Natasha Romanov,
Calculating the current time point, she is currently lurking in Stark Industries, acting as an undercover agent close to Tony Stark, which can be regarded as a move made by the old fox Nick Fury.

Nick Fury raised his hands, interlaced his fingers, and rested his elbows on the table, ready to speak.
But Link suddenly spoke up, interrupting Nick Fury who was about to speak.
To be precise, I asked a question that has been bothering me and the audience for many years.

"Aren't you hot wearing so many clothes?"

Coulson, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but cough twice.
"Cough...cough cough"

Ignoring Nick Fury's already dark expression, Link continued speaking.
"I know why you came to see me..."

"But I can tell you clearly that you'd better give up those unrealistic ideas - you should understand what I mean."

"Of course, you may not turn back until you hit the wall, so give it a try, at your own risk."

Hearing Link's words, Nick Fury narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep voice,
"Link, we need some information from you."

Link pretended not to hear anything and continued to stir the nearly melted ice in the coffee cup with a straw.
Faced with Link's silence, the experienced Nick Fury quickly understood what Link meant: "There is no such thing as a free lunch."

He immediately said:
"Name a price, Link, and we will do our best to satisfy you."

Hearing Nick Fury's words, Link slowly put down the straw, his face serious, and his fingers tapped lightly on the oak table, making a tapping sound.

"I can answer three of your questions. Likewise, you have to meet my three not-too-excessive requests. This opportunity is precious. You must seize it. Think carefully about what you want to ask."

After getting a definite response, Nick Fury quickly brainstormed and raised his first question.
"Is he really Superman? I mean, is he really the one who walked out of the comic book world?"

"of course not."

Link's heavy breathing and unique way of punctuating sentences made Nick Fury's heart experience a brief roller coaster ride.

"In fact, according to your human way of thinking, perhaps he just regards everything at the moment as a game of interest, just like... Cosplay, but he just happens to be more interested in playing the role of "Superman" for the time being."

"Pay attention, it's only temporary. Maybe one day he'll want to do something more interesting. You understand what I mean, right?"

"You have two more chances to ask questions."

After answering the questions slowly and methodically, Link looked at Nick Fury, whose brows were furrowed, with interest.
"What on earth is he?"

"...How should I put it? This is a question worth thinking about. Do you remember what we said when we first met?"

"The worlds between different dimensions collided, connected and penetrated each other, trapping many entities from various different worlds in this world, which is the world we are in now." "Be careful of other "visitors"."

"But obviously, you didn't seem to take what I said to heart, and instead paid too much attention to things you shouldn't have paid attention to, such as me."

Hearing this, Nick Fury's heart trembled, and then he saw Link's expressionless face. In his calm eyes, it seemed that a storm was brewing.

"Nick Fury, what have I done to make you disrespect me so much?"

【The Power of Language〈Purple (Rare)〉】

"If I remember correctly, I was one of the first 'visitors' to come to this universe, this blue planet."

"My 'companions', or the 'visitors' who came here at the same time as me, do you know how they view this planet and the... um... 'bugs' that live on it?"

"No offense, that's just their attitude, it's like they're finishing a game on Switch, you're just ants on the side of the road, not even as powerful as wild monsters."

"But I'm different from them. To be honest, I'm quite happy to experience what it's like to be a human being. Your entertainment and culture are very much to my heart."

"So, I tried my best to persuade some of my 'friends' to temporarily focus on other planets or other dimensional spaces."

"As a human being living on Earth, overall, I feel pretty good about it, and I very much hope to continue enjoying it."

"As for why I suddenly disrupt my peaceful life, expose myself in front of you, and let you disturb me, or monitor me?"

"The earth is dangerous now, but not entirely for me."

"If it really comes to the last resort, I can leave here and go to a safe place, but what about you?"

"Ah."

"You don't seem to need me as a 'friend'."

"Come find me now and tell me:"

"Oh, Link, I need information from you."

"But you don't respect me. You don't have any respect for me."

"You don't consider me a friend,"

"You won't even call me 'Mr. Link'!"

Nick Fury stared blankly at the figure in front of him.
Link's calm but firm words seemed to bring a huge shock to his heart, and his mind went blank.

Looking at Nick Fury's slightly dazed expression, Link reached out and picked up the rose that was placed in the vase on the table for decoration.
Looking at the rose in his hand, Link raised it to his nose, sniffed it gently, and slowly continued to speak.
"I have a good temper, but that doesn't mean I don't have a temper."

With a light twist of fingers, the rose stems were broken.
Then, under the astonished gaze of Nick Fury and Coulson, the broken rose slowly turned into gray-black particles and drifted away, disappearing in an instant.
"Okay, let's get back to the question,"

"Who is he?"

　I'd like to recommend a book written by a friend of the author. He can earn tens of thousands of copies a day.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)