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. (https://www.patreon.com/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

In the large bar filled with energetic electronic music, young and attractive men and women danced in rhythm, their bodies rubbing against one another with growing intensity and passion. 

Sweat flowed freely as they surrendered themselves to the vibrant beats on the dazzling dance floor.

In a dimly lit corner of the bar, Kyle took a large sip of his drink, allowing the fiery liquid to sting his taste buds. Yet, his heart was clearly burning much more intensely than the music or the alcohol.

The information Raina had uncovered— about a blue eagle and a giant egg— had stirred memories of his bloody battles on this land.

The blue eagle had not returned from that battle, and even after seventy years, he had not re-established that subtle connection with it. Could the blue eagle spotted in Imperial Japan be connected to the one that fought by his side all those years ago?

And as for the giant egg, could it be the strange egg that he had buried under the mountain's hot springs— a relic from the Card Extraction System?

If so, then after seventy years, it still hadn't hatched. This egg was certainly one of the system's tricks.

Kyle sipped his drink and pondered these thoughts.

At that moment, the bar's entrance swung open.

An impeccably dressed young man in a suit stepped in, flanked by two beautiful women from Japan on each arm. 

Behind him trailed three or four muscular bodyguards with bare tattooed arms. The bar manager, a burly man, had been waiting by the door. 

He greeted the young man with a broad smile, "Master Sakai, it's been a while. How is your father?"

"Cut the chatter. Do you have any new girls with a bit of class around here?" Sakai strode forward without pausing.

"We have some, but they wouldn't be able to match the beauties you're already with," 

The manager responded, smiling even wider as he caught a glimpse of the ample curves of Sakai's female companions.

"Well, if you don't have anything better, I might as well leave." Sakai shot the manager a cold glance. The manager, though a tall and burly man himself, couldn't help but tremble under the young man's icy gaze.

Thinking quickly, the manager leaned in and whispered, "Master Sakai, the girls in our establishment might not match your taste, but we recently had a couple of foreigners come in. The woman is not only the most beautiful I've ever seen, but her figure is absolutely perfect. If you want her, I can arrange it."

The manager's eyes revealed a flicker of pain and regret— he had planned to indulge himself with her, but with Sakai here, he had no choice but to make the sacrifice.

"A real beauty?" Sakai asked skeptically as he walked into the bar's main hall. He didn't need the manager to point them out; his eyes immediately landed on Kyle and Raina sitting in the corner.

He could only see Kyle's back, but he caught a glimpse of Raina's profile.

And just from that single glance, Sakai's eyes lit up. 

Though he had been with countless women, he had never seen anyone as breathtaking as Raina. Her flawless beauty and perfect figure made her an absolute rarity.

"She's mine," Sakai declared, gripping the hands of the two women at his sides so tightly that they winced in pain but didn't dare make a sound.

"Yes, of course," the manager replied, barely able to hide his disappointment. A woman like that only comes once in a lifetime, and now he had to give her up to this spoiled young master.

"Wait—"

Just as Sakai was about to move toward her, his eyes froze on something.

The sword that Raina was carrying.

Though the blade was wrapped in cloth, the ancient, intricate patterns on the handle were visible, reflecting clearly in the bar's colorful lights.

"That sword… I've seen it before… in my grandfather's collection… That sword is…"

Suddenly, Sakai's face went deathly pale. He recognized the sword's name. And then, as his gaze shifted to Kyle's tall, broad back, something clicked. 

That silhouette was familiar. So familiar, in fact, that his body instinctively began to tremble. A primal fear overwhelmed him, as though his very genes remembered something that his mind couldn't quite grasp.

"Master?" The two women struggled to support him, feeling how his body had gone limp, like a pile of jelly.

"Leave," Sakai muttered through chattering teeth.

"What?" The bar manager and Sakai's bodyguards stared at him, confused.

"I said leave—now! Get out! Didn't you hear me?!" Sakai's voice, though trembling, was filled with panic, and even a hint of tears.

"Yes! We're leaving now!" The four bodyguards hurriedly surrounded Sakai, the manager, and the women helping to steady him, and the group, who had entered with such arrogance, suddenly scrambled out of the bar like a pack of scared animals.

Once they were outside and driving away from the bar, after about ten kilometers, Sakai's fear and anxiety started to subside. 

Still, his hands and feet continued to shake uncontrollably. After a long while, when he finally regained the strength to speak, he grabbed the manager's sleeve, his voice trembling with anger, "Were you trying to get me killed?!"

"I— I don't understand what happened, Master Sakai!" The manager stammered, feeling utterly confused. 

He had never seen Sakai this scared before. Sakai's family wielded considerable influence in Japan, with connections in both the criminal underworld and legitimate society. 

He even had the confidence to cozy up to the Emperor or the Prime Minister. Never had he been this terrified.

"That sword… that was the **Muramasa**, the cursed blade!" Sakai shouted.

"The Muramasa?" The manager froze. The bodyguards and the women in the car all gasped in horror, and the driver nearly lost control of the vehicle.

Muramasa.

A legendary sword in the history of Imperial Japan, known as a demon blade. 

It had been passed down by various ancient schools and had been treated as an heirloom for generations. Near the end of World War II, however, this famous sword was lost from the Shinra school.

Its last known owner was an American general named Kyle.

Every child in Imperial Japan knew this, as it was taught in schools. Kyle's ownership of the sword was a national humiliation.

"So… that man in the bar, that man must have been…"

The bar manager couldn't even finish his sentence, as the mere thought of it made his chest tighten, as though the air had been sucked out of the car.

The name of that man was a taboo in Imperial Japan, something only whispered about in history books. 

Even historians would often avoid mentioning him by name, referring to him instead as the "Black Demon" or the "American General."

For many, Kyle was the embodiment of fear— a man who had nearly single-handedly brought their proud nation to its knees during the war.

With a maniacal laugh, Sakai muttered under his breath, "He's back… he's come back…"

(End Of Chapter)