Card Abilities, Extractable?

  Is this what they call my "golden finger" as a transmigrator?

  Without further ado, Lu Ming immediately extracted the card ability of "Basiglish Mastery" from the youth standing in front of him.

  It was just a passing thought, and within three seds, the extra was plete. The youth's words, which Lu Ming could now uand, reached his ears. "Are you okay? You look awful. Do you want to go to the infirmary again?"

  "Uh, I'm fine. I just haven't fully woken up yet," Lu Ming replied as he tried out his English, which flowed fluently with a local at.

  "That's good then." The young mahed out a sigh of relief as he handed ss of water and some medie, smiling. "Take your medie first."

  Lu Ming nodded as he swallowed the pills, took a few sips of water, and rexed for a moment. "Phew, I feel alive again. By the way, my head still feels a bit dizzy. I want to firm something with you, where am I?"

  Seeing Lu Ming's serious expression, the youth was briefly astonished but quickly ughed it off as a joke. "Kyle, did you hit your head and pass out? This is a training base of the U.S. military."

  "Kyle, Military Training Base?" Lu Ming pted, knowing that the inal body's name was Kyle, and he had naturally accepted Kyle as his new name.

  From now on, there would be no more Lu Ming; there was only the brand-new Kyle.

  After all, no matter how cruel reality was, life had to go on.

  The youth tinued, "Yes, a training base. We've only been training as new recruits for a day. Maybe the weather was too hot, and you suffered from heatstroke during the high-iy running training."

  Heatstroke, it seems this body's stitution isn't very good.

  Kyle silently pined, and it was as if suddenly remembering something and he quickly pced his hands on the youth's slender shoulders and asked anxiously, "By the way, let me ask you one more question: have you heard of the 'Avengers'? It's important, tell me quickly."

  firming whether this was the Marvel World was his top priority.

  "Kyle, don't shake me so hard," The youth rolled his eyes, almost feeling like his malnourished and frail body would colpse.

  After Kyle stopped shaking him, he let out a sigh of relief and replied, "I really don't know what you're talking about, what is Avengers? Some kind of alliance? What is that?"

  "You don't know..." Kyle frowned, but quickly remembered something and widened his eyes as he asked, "Wait, what's the current date? I mean the year, month, and day."

  "Kyle, did you really hit your head?" The youth excimed in surprise and worry.

  "Just tell me."

  "It's September 1943."

  "1943... during the Sed World War..." Kyle fell into silence. Even in the Marvel World, the Avengers did during World War II.

  By the way, there is one iic character in this era.

  "O question." Kyle took a deep breath and asked with an anxious expression on his face, "Is there someone here iraining camp named 'Steve'?"

  "Steve?" The youth's expression became strange when he heard this.

  "Yes, Steve Rogers." Kyle quickly firmed. In the Marvel World's World War II era, Steve Rogers was the earliest hero to appear in the Avengers.

  Captain America, he should also be Marvel's earliest superhero.

  "Kyle, what are you talking about?" The youth blinked and, under Kyle's puzzled gaze, poio himself and said with a smile on his face, "I am Steve Rogers."

  Upon hearing this, Kyle widened his eyes in shod carefully examihe youth in front of him from head to toe.

  pared to a normal young man, he had a slender and delicate figure, simple blonde hair, and a face that appeared seemingly weak but exuded a righteous aura. Ah, no wo felt somewhat familiar. The youth in front of him was her than Captain America himself before receiving the Super Soldier Serum.

  Since he was here, this pce was undoubtedly the Marvel World.

  Kyle had no i in paying attention to his real-life idol in front of him. He didn't know whether he felt happy or scared at this moment. The thought of being able to i with superheroes and amazing teology that lived in movies excited him. However, the powerful vilins in the Marvel World also gave him a headache.

  But this was Marvel during World War II. Whether he had the fortuo live until the 21st tury was also an uain factor. It was too early to worry about Thanos' finger snap.

  Besides, Captain America himself was right there. That could be sidered a big opportunity, right? (Even if it's a mosquito leg, it's still a leg.)

  With this in mind, Kyle's gaze towards Steve ged, which sent shivers down Steve's spine, causing him to instinctively take a half step back.

  "ht." Steve seemed to remember something important and said with , "ander Brandt asked me to inform you that once you wake up, he wants to see you."

  "Oh, the anding officer for training new recruits?" Kyle nodded. He had watched the first Captain America movie and had some impression of the role of a training officer.

  He remembered that before Steve became Captain America, he was stantly targeted by the ander and his fellow teammates because of his frail and hysique.

  Maybe it was trouble caused by the inal body's host. Passing out from heatstroke on the first day of training as a new recruit must have given the ander a very unfavorable impression.

  After pting for a moment, Kyle calmly said, "I don't quite remember how to get to the ander's office. Could you take me there?"

  "Alright, follow me," Steve nodded.

  Steve led Kyle out of the military camp dormitory, and the two walked along the internal roads of the base.

  Outside the gate, the sunlight was dazzling. On the vast training grounds of the base, groups of young soldiers wearing white short-sleeved shirts and baring their toned arms ran uhe and of their slogans.

  "Hey, look, isn't that Kyle and Steve?"

  "He got heatstroke on the first day of training. What a greenhorn (newbie)."

  "One pretty boy and one weakling. They make quite a pair."

  A squad of new recruits, blowing their whistles, ran past the two. Obviously, they were training teammates who shared the same dormitory.

  "Kyle, you don't have to pay attention to them," Steve turned bafort him, but instead, he saw no trace of rese on Kyle's face. Instead, there was a hint of a smile that seemed both present and absent.

  Kyle, of course, didn't pay any attention to those new recruits. With his golden fihat allowed him to draw cards, only Steve, who would soon bee Captain America, qualified as his rade.

  On the way to the ander's office, Kyle tinuously tested his Extrag Card Ability.

  Soon, he gained some insights into his ability:

  First of all, as long as a person is within three meters of his body, he obtain the card data from that person.

  Currently, the cards be divided into Item Cards and Ability Cards. Item Cards are ractable, while Ability Cards be freely copied aracted.

  Ability Cards represent a person's skills and abilities. only used skills, such as Basiglish and driving, fall under Ability Cards, which are categorized as White Cards. Those who have reached a certain level of expertise in a specific field, such as English Proficy or Pistol Proficy, have green cards.

  "Green Ability Cards also be extracted, but the extra time is lohan that the time is for white cards..." Kyle was still expl his Extrag Card Ability when Steve suddenly reminded him and patted his shoulder, leading him toward a room.

  "Rep, ander! Soldier Steve, I have brought Kyle here."

  "Uh, Soldier Kyle rep!"

  Following Steve, Kyle stood with him at the entrance of the office, perf a standard military salute.

  "e in!" With a stern and posed voice, the two walked side by side into the office. The interior was simple a, following the military style, with a single desk pced in the ter.

  A middle-aged man in a military uniform sat in the office chair, presumably ander Brandt. In addition to him, there was a female agent wearing a military-style dress and holding a record dot, standing beside the desk.

  "Soldier, how is your body doing?" ander Brandt gnced coldly at Kyle, who immediately responded, "Rep, sir. My body has fully recovered, and I'm ready to resume training."

  "Oh?" ander Brandt frowned and calmly said, "No need for training anymore. You go pack your things. Someone will send you bae tomorrow m."

  Steve's expression slightly ged. These words undoubtedly pronounced Kyle's death senten his military career.

  The female agent remained silent, keeping her head down as she recorded something in the dot.

  Only Kyle, the person iion, remained calm, it was as if the statement didn't him at all. He calmly responded, "Rep, sir. I insist on staying and tinuing the training as a soldier."

  ander Brandt snorted coldly. "Training? What training? You colpsed from heatstroke on the first day, and your willpower is g. It's a disgrace to the US military!"

  "You tell me, what qualifications and abilities do you have as a defender of the nation?" As he spoke, ander Brandt's gaze swept over Steve, clearly including him in the scolding as well.

  Fag the questioning, Kyle took a deep breath, took a step forward, and fidently replied, "Give me a ce, Sir, and I will show you my abilities and qualifications."

  With just this step, Kyle ehe three-meter range of ander Brandt. trating his mind, he saw more than thirty white and green cards appear before his eyes.

  Impressive! No wonder he is the officer training new recruits. There are nine Green Cards alone!

  [Pistol Proficy], [Rifle Mastery], [Military Support Equipment Mastery], [Military Boxing Mastery], [Training Soldiers and Instrug Mastery]...

  "You talk quite big for a weakling. Tell me, how do you pn to demonstrate these so-called abilities?" ander Brandt sneered as he spoke. This statement could be uood as fidence if one had talent, but if one cked talent, it ure arrogance.

  What abilities could a recruit who colpsed from heatstroke on the first day of training have?

  The female agent beside the desk shook her head inwardly, her perception of Kyle deteriorating. Although the soldier in front of her could rank withiop three in terms of looks iire training camp, his willpower and self-awareness were not even on par with Steve's.

  "If you don't believe me, ander, would you like to have a test with me as a soldier?" After seeing ander Brandt's cards, Kyle's fidence grew, and he calmly said, "If I win, I'll tio stay in the camp. If I lose, there's no need for the ao bother with expulsion; I will pack my things and leave on my own."

  "A test? You? You don't want to py cards or flip a , do you?" ander Brandt gave him a look of pt as he asked this question.

  "Of course not, Sir. I want to have a test that would showcase my abilities as a soldier!" Kyle said with a deep breath.

  "That's enough! Soldier, you shouldn't go overboard!" ander Brandt stood up and smmed the desk with a hint of annoyan his face. "What qualifications do you have to challenge me? You're humiliating an officer. I easily report you to the military court and have you court-martialed!"

  Kyle knew he had no way bad could only persistently say, "I never meant to insult you, Sir. I am serious and want to take this opportunity to demonstrate my abilities as a soldier."

  "You!" ander Brandt was about to say something when the female agent beside him interjected, "Soldier, what do you want to challenge ander Brandt in?"

  "Just marksmanship. Any type of firearm will do," Kyle answered firmly.

  The female agent locked her beautiful eyes onto Kyle, and it looked as if she is trying to find something on his face. Finally, she said, "I think we give him a ce," before returning to her silence.

  "You want to challenge me in marksmanship, huh? I 't tell if you're overly fident or just giving up on yourself," ander Brandt sneered as he spoke while sitting ba his chair with a silehat spoke volumes.

  He tinued, "But I'll make sure you leave from here vinced. Five o'clock this afternoon, at the shooting range, we'll pete on the fifty-meter rifle target."

  "Okay," Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going acc to pn, and his attention was now focused on the female agent.

  A female agent who could interje the ander's words seemed to have some authority. Kyle wao see if she had any Ability Cards that would be useful in the uping challenge.

  With a decisive thought, Kyle directed his attention toward the female agent. At the moment, he was almost dumbfounded.

  Far surpassing the ander's thirty-odd cards, more thay Ability Cards sprang forth from the female agent. The white and green cards iwined, almost obsg her mature and graceful figure.

  [Psyastery], [Medical Aid Mastery], [Morse astery], [Assassination Mastery], [True Rifle Mastery], [Etiquette Mastery]...

  There were nearly twenty green Ability Cards alone!

  Moreover, among them was a card that was even greener and more vibrant than the ordinary Green Cards, radiating brilliance...

  "Sihis is a wager, we have this agent as a witness? It would be best to have physical evidence," Kyle suggested with a smile on his face. At this critical moment, he wasn't trying to flirt.

  After all, extrag Green Ability Cards required three minutes of time and had to be dohier of the target.

  However, the fident look on his face silenced everyone in the office, including Steve.

  Author's his story follows the Marvel universe's superhero, individualism, and the fantastical elements of teology and mythology.

  (That is to say, some plot elements may be exaggerated, and item attributes enhanced, all to match the protagonist.)