Become Kingpin and build a hero mercenary company.

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Become Kingpin and build a hero mercenary company.

Author: Let me see what's going on.

Synopsis: (A ensemble piece, behind-the-scenes story, system-driven, lighthearted, Marvel fanfiction)

He unexpectedly transmigrates to the Marvel Universe and becomes Kingpin, the underground emperor. He thought he was destined for a life of crime, but instead activates the [Hero Association System]. He then builds a hero mercenary company—the Hero Association.

Since individual power has its limits, I will establish order and completely "democratize" superpowers!

I founded the Hero Association, using advanced system technology as its foundation, and implemented open recruitment, points redemption, and standardized training. From then on, heroes were no longer vigilantes powered by love, but a respected profession.

Sandman becomes the association's strongest bulwark to save his beloved daughter; Spider-Man becomes the busiest and most helpful neighbor in the community to supplement his income. We efficiently handle all sorts of bizarre and eccentric people born from human obsessions, from "road rage" to "clients."

While the Avengers were still arguing over battle losses and S.H.I.E.L.D. was struggling in an intelligence fog, my association had already become the true guardian of the people in their hearts through absolute efficiency and technology.

However, as the level of monster disaster continues to rise, the "Monster Empire" behind it all comes to light... I will lead my professional heroes in a final assault on the old order and unveil the ultimate shadow that looms over the multiverse.

This is a story about order, growth, and the survival of civilization. I, Kingpin, am both the former Underworld Emperor and the current president of the Hero Association—Wilson Fisk.

Chapter 1: I, Kingpin, Want to Retire

(The first three chapters have slightly modified the system settings; many people requested changes to the previous settings.)

Wilson Fisk, or rather, the transmigrator who inherited this muscular physique that would put any fitness instructor to shame and the soul of the entire New York underground empire, sighed for the thirty-seventh time today, staring at the precipitous drop in performance on his tablet.

It feels like you've ambitiously started a Fortune 500 company, only to find that your subordinates are either procrastinators or traitors, your competitors are all unethical, and there's a group of strangely dressed "helpful citizens" blocking your door every day, either trying to sabotage you or advising you to do good.

“It’s dropped another three percentage points…” His thick, Roman-column-like fingers swept across the screen, the pressure perfectly controlled so as not to crush it into an expensive cookie. “James, explain this.”

His chief assistant, James Wesley, a man always impeccably dressed in a suit, looking as if he had just stepped off the cover of *Gentlemen's Quarterly*, was reporting in an almost tragic tone: "Boss, the 'goods' handover in the East District... was ruined again by Daredevil. Five people lost, plus a shipment worth three million. The Vladimir family took advantage of the situation and snatched our 'entertainment' business from two blocks away. Also, our 'Technology Innovation Department'... they successfully replicated ten percent of the functionality of a Stark Industries cleaning robot, at fifty times the cost of the original, and it smashed a hole in the lab wall yesterday."

Kingpin silently put the tablet down. He was afraid that if he held it any longer, it would explode under the weight of this harsh reality.

Transmigrating into Kingpin, the infamous underworld tycoon of the Marvel Universe, sounds pretty cool, doesn't it? Wealth, power, and the ability to make the New York night tremble at a single command?

But only when you actually sit in this chair do you realize that this job is practically a cosmic-level "prison"!

Being a villain is incredibly lucrative! It's a hundred times more grueling than being a corporate slave working on projects in his past life! At least back then, there were weekends and social security benefits! Here? No days off all year round, all at your own risk. The biggest perk might be that you have a higher success rate in turning the tables on your enemies when they come knocking.

The subordinates need to be fed and paid, and their corruption, job-hopping, or defection must be prevented. Various gray industries face multiple attacks from the authorities (S.H.I.E.L.D., NYPD), their peers (Hand, Russian gangs), and vigilantes in tight-fitting suits. Not to mention the endless socializing and exchanges of favors required to maintain this vast network, enough to drive a mathematician to the brink of collapse.

"Stable, sustainable, low risk..." He stared at his fierce reflection in the glass window, muttering a few words that were completely out of character for him (the original owner). With that kind of appearance, he could probably scare the interviewer to tears even if he applied for a security guard job. Find a job? Anything is possible in dreams.

He was fed up with this life of dancing on a knife's edge, constantly facing the possibility of being kicked down the door by superheroes or ending up in jail because of his idiot subordinates. He wanted to retire! He wanted to change careers! He wanted to find a safe haven!

They even started seriously considering the feasibility of liquidating their assets and buying an island in the Pacific to retire on (provided they could evade all their enemies and the tax authorities).

Just as he was internally ranting and raving, feeling utterly fed up with his current situation, and even beginning to miss the simple life of his past life—a life that, though busy, at least included barbecue skewers after work—

[Ding! A strong and sustained desire for 'order reconstruction,' 'stable profitability,' and 'standardized management' has been detected in the host... Soul fluctuation frequency successfully matched!]

[Loading the 'Hero Association System' 1.0 beta version...]

[Loading complete! Welcome, future association president!]

A voice, with a slightly electronic, yet strangely... cheerful quality, suddenly resounded deep within his mind.

Kingpin's massive body stiffened abruptly.

Hallucinations? Did the stress finally lead to a mental breakdown? Or is it a new prank weapon invented by those bastards at Stark Industries?

He glanced around warily; the office was empty except for himself and a worried Wesley. Wesley seemed oblivious.

[The new player tutorial mission has been released. Please check it as soon as possible!]

The voice rang out again, and simultaneously, a futuristic, almost austere blue translucent screen unfolded in front of him. In the center of the screen, an emblem composed of a shield and olive branches was slowly rotating, with several options below: [Mission], [Shop], [Warehouse], [Hero Directory] (grayed out), and [Association Construction] (grayed out).

Kingpin: "???"

He blinked his large, bell-like eyes, but the light screen remained firmly in place.

Wesley watched as his boss suddenly froze, then made strange movements resembling rolling his eyes and squinting at the air. He cautiously asked, "Boss? Are you... feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor?"

Kingpin waved his hand, signaling him to shut up. His entire attention was drawn to this sudden, peculiar sight.

A system? A cheat system that's a standard feature for protagonists in online novels?

But... the "Hero Association System"?

He glanced at the emblem on the screen, its righteousness practically overflowing, then looked down at his own reflection in the glass—a classic villainous boss image capable of stopping a child's nighttime crying.

An extremely strong, almost absurd sense of incongruity washed over me.

Let him, Kingpin, the top crime boss in New York and even the world, go and work on... the Hero Association? To maintain world peace?

Was the programmer drunk when this system was manufactured? Was this matching mechanism done with their feet?!

He tried to access the "Task" option using his mind.

Switching between different screen contents.

[New Player Experience Mission: A First Try]

Mission Objective: Proceed to the entrance of XX Bubble Tea Shop in Queens and deal with a wolf-level monster who has suffered an emotional breakdown and unexpectedly awakened and mutated into a "bubble tea addict" due to the "limited edition bubble tea selling out." (Target location has been helpfully marked)

Mission Tip: The target poses a very low threat level, but be aware of its potential "pearl" attacks (which deal minor physical damage but are extremely sticky and are not effective against high-end suits).

Task Rewards: System official activation energy x1, points x100, [Newbie Fun Pack] x1.

Consequences of failure: The system will determine that the host lacks cooperation potential, automatically unbind the host, and find the next suitable partner. Good luck!

Kingpin's lips twitched violently.

A "milk tea addict"? A wolf-level monster? The system is going to run away because of this thing?

The absurdity of this system is directly proportional to the risk of "unemployment" he faces!

But the words "automatic unbinding" made him clearly realize that this inexplicable system possessed the ability to leave him. Although there was no sense of coercion, looking at the futuristic interface in his mind and the vaguely visible, seemingly ahead-of-its-time technological blueprints in the store... just letting it go like that seemed like a loss?

He turned his gaze out the window again, looking at the location marked on the system map, a faint and emotional red dot emanating from a street corner in Queens.

Maintaining world peace? Start with a cup of bubble tea?

He, Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of the future, the underground emperor of New York, is now facing a choice even more outrageous than annexing the Hand.

Should you continue down this increasingly complicated and unpredictable path, or... accept this bizarre system's invitation to switch careers and become the president of the "Hero Association," experiencing the "joy" of managing superheroes with KPIs?

He looked at the system interface in his mind that seemed to be winking at him, and then at Wesley next to him who had a "has the boss gone mad" expression on his face.

After a long while, he turned around, and the fierce aura of a gangster tyrant on his face slowly faded, replaced by an extremely complex expression that mixed absurdity, curiosity, and a hint of... amusement.

"Wesley."

"Yes, boss."

"Prepare the car." Kingpin's voice was deep and steady, revealing no emotion.

"Where are you going? Do you need more manpower?" Wesley immediately got to work.

Kingpin paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words, and finally, in an almost sleepwalking, defiant tone, said:

"Go to Queens... to buy a bubble tea."

Wesley: "...???"

Seeing his assistant's instantly broken expression, Kingpin suddenly felt a little relieved.

Maybe, living a different way of life wouldn't be so bad?

At least, this new "project" sounds a little bit more interesting than dealing with gang messes.

Chapter 2: Load, Hero Association System!

"Queens...? Milk...bubble tea?" Wesley felt his career was facing an unprecedented challenge, and he even began to wonder if he was hallucinating from the recent stress. His boss, a master strategist whose aura could intimidate even mob thugs, had just lost three million dollars worth of goods, had his territory seized by a rival, and had his lab build a demolition robot... and now, at this critical juncture, he was announcing the acquisition of Stark Industries with the same solemn tone he used to convey—going to Queens to buy a cup of bubble tea?

This is even more shocking than hearing Kingpin announce that he's running for Miss America!

Jin ignored his assistant's nearly splitting expression. His massive frame turned inward, his back to the urban nightscape that symbolized power and darkness, his attention completely focused on the floating blue screen in his mind that seemed to be winking at him.

[Mission accepted successfully! Navigation activated, thoughtfully planned for you to avoid rush hour~ Estimated arrival time: 28 minutes. Please depart as soon as possible, the target's mood is escalating, if you don't go soon, you might be hit by a 'pearl' missile attack!]

On the screen, a cheeky arrow symbol was flashing, pointing towards Queens. There was no cold countdown, only a "friendly" notification, like that of a ride-hailing driver.

Kingpin's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. The system's interaction design had a rather unconventional feel to it.

“Yes, Milk Tea.” He turned around, his voice regaining its usual calmness, even carrying a hint of unquestionable authority, as if the earth-shattering statement just now was merely a collective hallucination of Wesley. “I’ll go alone. You stay and handle those 'problems' that were just reported.”

“But boss, your safety…” Wesley tried to dissuade him. The boss went to Queens alone? That was practically a free buffet for all his enemies!

“Do as I say.” Kingpin interrupted him, his tone calm yet carrying immense weight. He needed to verify the system's authenticity alone, and… deal with that so-called “milk tea addict.” Bring his men? Were they supposed to watch their boss engage in a philosophical debate (or physical persuasion) with the victim of a cup of milk tea for a mere “experience task”? Would Kingpin even be able to survive in this city? Social death was far more terrifying than physical death!

Knowing his boss's temperament well, Wesley swallowed all his questions and bowed, saying, "Yes, boss. The car will be ready soon." He quickly retreated, his mind already racing, trying to guess whether his boss's unusual behavior concealed some incomprehensible, far-sighted plan (such as whether that milk tea shop was actually a money laundering base for some emerging underground force?).

Silence returned to the office. Kingpin focused his attention once more on the system screen. Besides the [Tasks] interface, several other options were lit up.

He clicked on the [Shop].

The screen switches, and a dazzling list of items appears, but most of them are grayed out and unselectable, with "Insufficient permissions" or "Insufficient points" marked next to them.

After a cursory glance, Kingpin's pupils contracted slightly.

[Basic Gene Optimization Fluid]: Slightly improves physical attributes and eliminates hidden injuries. Points: 1000.

[Mark I Individual Powered Arm Armor (Non-Stark Version)]: Increases arm strength by 50%, includes a basic impact module. Points: 5000.

[Neural Connection Combat Suit (Basic)]: Provides limited physical protection and has built-in vital sign monitoring. Points: 3000.

[Ability Awakening Potion (Random E~D Grade)]: Has a small chance of activating a latent superpower. Points: 10000.

Scrolling further down, one even sees items like "Regional Environmental Stabilizing Force Field Generator (Small)" and "Cross-Dimensional Communication Base (Blueprints)," which look like they're packed with cutting-edge technology. The long string of zeros following them makes even Kingpin, who's seen it all, dizzy.

The tech tree in this store is clearly skewed erratically, ridiculously so. Some of the technological concepts even surpass those currently publicly available from Stark Industries. This doesn't feel like a combat system; it's more like... a super department store? Or perhaps a technology expo?

He closed the shop and then opened the [Warehouse]. It was empty except for a golden package icon in the corner, labeled [Newbie Happy Pack (To be opened)].

Finally, his gaze fell on the name "[Hero Association System]", and he asked telepathically, "System, explain your origins and purpose. Also, can you speak in a more normal tone?"

[This system originates from a highly advanced (censored) civilization, dedicated to promoting the advanced concepts of "order, efficiency, and sustainable development" across the multiverse! We have detected that you, host, possess exceptional resource integration capabilities, organizational management experience, strategic vision, and a strong underlying need for "stable order," making you the perfect choice for this system in this timeline and on this planet! A powerful alliance, creating brilliance together! As for the tone~ it's to ease the tension of initial cooperation and provide a better user experience! If you don't like it, you can switch to [Business Serious Mode] or [Cold and Ruthless Mode]!]

The system's electronic voice still carried that cheerful tone, but it contained a huge amount of information.

Kingpin: "..."

He was actually rated as a "management talent" by an alien (?) system? And it was chosen because he was wicked enough, cunning enough, and had a large enough territory? The logic of this system is even more bizarre than the falsified ledgers under his command!

"So, what you need isn't a 'hero' in the traditional sense, but a CEO? A project manager? Someone who can build and manage an organization of heroes?"

[Bingo! Host, your comprehension is superb! You can be considered the founder and CEO of the "Hero Association" project. The system will provide the necessary technology, initial framework, and goal guidance to help you scale up and strengthen this project, achieving even greater success! Maintaining world peace is just a side effect; our core KPI is—to establish a profitable, sustainable, and scalable superhuman power management system!]

Okay, going from a mafia kingpin to the CEO of the Hero Association is quite a career leap, but the core function seems to be... management? Only the subjects of management have changed from criminal thugs to superheroes? Using KPIs and regulations to manage those superhuman, super-powered, body-tight-suited monsters who can fly and teleport?

The thought seemed even more absurd to Kingpin, but deep down, a long-suppressed "project management spirit" belonging to his past life as a corporate slave seemed to stir slightly. Perhaps...something's interesting?

[Friendly Reminder: The target, the 'Bubble Tea Addict,' has reached its emotional peak and risks transforming into a 'Bubble Tea Jet Machine.' We recommend that you set off as soon as possible to experience the system's practical assistance features!]

On the screen, the small red dot representing the mission objective flashed at a significantly faster frequency, accompanied by an emoticon "(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻".

He couldn't delay any longer. Although the system was unreliable, what it provided seemed genuine. To verify it, and also for the sake of that "fun," he had to complete this beginner's experience.

He strode heavily toward the office door. He needed to complete his first "project" as CEO—resolving a "bloodshed" caused by a cup of milk tea.

When he stepped out of his office, Wesley had everything arranged. A low-profile, but bulletproof, black luxury sedan was parked at the private elevator entrance.

As Kingpin settled into the spacious back seat and told the driver the name of the bubble tea shop, he clearly felt the driver's grip on the steering wheel tighten, as if he had heard some world-destroying code.

The car silently glided into the New York night traffic. Kingpin leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, closing his eyes to rest, but his inner peace was far from what he appeared to be.

He tried to activate the "Newbie Fun Pack" using his mind.

[Received: 100 points (automatically credited to your account)]

[Received: 1 Basic Stamina Recovery Potion (Tastes like sparkling water, extremely effective!)]

[Obtained: Identity Disguise Glasses (Normal) x 1] (Note: It can interfere with facial recognition to some extent, but its effect on familiar people or highly perceptive targets is limited. It mainly serves as a psychological comfort.)

[Gained access to the "Weird Guys Encyclopedia" (partially unlocked)]

There weren't many items, but it was better than nothing. The 100 points were the mission reward, essentially an advance payment. The stamina recovery potion was a small glass bottle filled with a bubbling blue liquid. The disguise glasses looked like ordinary black-rimmed glasses. And in the "Weirdo Encyclopedia," the entry for "Milk Tea Addict" was already lit up.

[Weird Character Name: Milk Tea Addict (Tentative)]

Threat Level: Wolf-level (with a tendency to evolve into Tiger-level, depending on pearl inventory)

[Origin: Due to an unfulfilled extreme craving for a specific substance (bubble tea), and stimulated by specific emotions (despair, anger), an unknown energy mutation was triggered.]