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 (100 Chapters). (/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

Three days later.

The aftermath of the Sokovia battle swept across the globe. Major world powers and the United Nations held numerous significant meetings in response to the battle, while media worldwide kept the topic in constant discussion. The general public was also abuzz with heated debates.

While superheroes had saved the world, their extraordinary powers also sparked fear among ordinary people. The uproar was so massive that even SHIELD and the Avengers couldn't avoid being dragged into the controversy.

Elsewhere...

In the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, beneath the Watchtower and next to the hovering Helicarrier, a city hovered like a giant floating island. Its underside was powered by advanced Kryon engines, and above it lay the wrecked remnants of the city— buildings, streets, and vehicles all severely damaged. 

The area had been thoroughly searched, with no survivors or even remnants of Iron Man regiments left behind.

Kyle, Raina, and Vision hovered tens of thousands of meters above, quietly surveying the city below.

"Boss, the city is too damaged to be habitable. It will need to be rebuilt brick by brick," Raina reported softly. Even the Sokovian refugees refused to return to this devastated place.

"Don't worry, it's worth every bit of the $50 Billion," Kyle said, turning to Vision and asking, "What's the status of the city's propulsion engines?"

"They're mostly rebuilt," Vision responded, nodding. "Originally, these engines were meant for one-time use. But with modifications and new materials, they're now stable—more so than the Helicarrier's engines. As long as there's a consistent supply of Kryon energy, this city can float indefinitely."

"Excellent. This is the perfect place to establish a nation," Kyle smirked. From the start, his interest lay in the city's foundation. He couldn't care less about the ruined buildings or streets, nor the frightened Sokovian residents.

After a moment's thought, Kyle called out, "Raina."

"Yes, Boss?" She responded, blinking.

"Demolish all the structures in the city. We don't need the roads or light rail systems either. Level the ground and replace the weak soil with SteelGrade materials. Treat the city as a fortress and rebuild its foundation from scratch. Then, get Howard to design a futuristic city based on the current resources and technologies available to the Carl family."

Kyle chuckled as he continued, "Howard's been cooped up at home for far too long. His hands must be itching. With his experience combining Earth's top tech with years of roaming the galaxy, I'm sure he'll create an unrivaled city."

"I understand." Raina nodded, gazing at the desolate city below, already imagining its future. By then, even Sokovia's original residents, not to mention the world's elite, would clamor to live here.

"I trust your work." Kyle smiled and turned to Vision. "Vision, can this city leave Earth?"

Vision's Mind Stone glowed softly as he analyzed, "With the current engines, not yet. But I can continue making improvements. If I add a protective shield around the city, it might be able to reach near-Earth orbit."

"Good. Let's do that."

Kyle wasn't planning to abandon Earth, but he preferred to be prepared. No one knew what crises Earth might face in the future. A city that could act as a mobile fortress in space would be humanity's last refuge.

Raina smiled, asking, "Boss, is it time to announce this to the world?"

"It doesn't matter. Go ahead and arrange it," Kyle said casually. After all, founding a nation wasn't a big deal for him. 

The Carl family's combined power could easily wipe out a country, and ruling the world wouldn't be difficult. But this wasn't the old era, and such a goal seemed too juvenile. For now, he just wanted to establish and protect his own country.

Raina curiously asked, "What will our country be called?"

"Let's call it the Carl Nation."

Kyle yawned, stretching as he prepared to return to the Watchtower for a nap. Before leaving, he added, "Tell the Cardinals around the world that the time we agreed upon has come. It's time to come home."

With those words, Kyle turned into a stream of light, swiftly flying toward space.

"Yes, sir," Raina replied with a bright smile, watching as Kyle disappeared.

During World War II, Kyle had founded the Carl family. Using the Infinite Formula to extend their lives and the Super Soldier Serum, he had built a family capable of leading Earth and defending it from extraterrestrial threats. 

Before Kyle left Earth, the family established a rule: no Cardinals could stay in the family for long. Once a generation of Cardinals was trained to a certain point, some stayed on as captains or instructors, while most went out into the world to establish subordinate families and organizations.

Now, nearly a century later, countless Cardinals had been trained, and many had been sent away. They had all been waiting for the day their leader, Kyle, would return and lead them to new glory.

That long-awaited day had finally arrived.

By noon that day...

As the world continued to debate the Sokovian conflict, a new headline took over, dominating the news: the Carl family was founding a nation!

At first, many were unaware of what the Carl family was, but after reading the reports, they realized that the Supernatural Incident Bureau Office and Stark Industries were part of the Carl family, and their leader was none other than Kyle, the Symbol of Peace. The world was shaken as if hit by a massive earthquake.

The Symbol of Peace was founding a nation. The world was about to change!

No one was more nervous than the top officials in America. Kyle had been born in America and was a symbol of their peace and power. But now, he was breaking away to establish his own nation, and the implications were enormous.

Meanwhile, ordinary people were less concerned about politics and more excited about where Kyle's new nation would be located and whether they could apply for citizenship.

At the same time, across the world, similar scenes were playing out.

In Britain, at Duke Henry's estate...

The Duke's granddaughter was carrying an original Van Gogh painting, intending to give it to her grandfather as a gift. But as she approached his room, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. 

Through the crack, she saw her elderly grandfather, his hair white, sitting in a chair, clutching an ordinary envelope. His body was trembling with excitement, and tears were falling onto the letter in his hands.

The priceless painting slipped from her grasp. Ignoring it, the granddaughter rushed into the room in alarm. "Grandfather, what's wrong?"

Duke Henry looked up at her, his face brimming with joy, and repeatedly muttered, "The time has come... the time has come..."

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