(Early Marvel, mid-story DC, late-stage multiverse crossover)

Li Wen, a struggling fanfiction writer barely making ends meet, died in the most pathetic way possible - electrocuted by spilled boba tea while researching Warhammer 40K lore to meet his writing quota.

When he woke up, he found himself in a mysterious void space with an Anomaly Containment System - but there's a catch. Before activation, he must first recruit his own containment task force.

Faced with a selection wheel spanning a dozen possible worlds, Li watched in horror as the pointer landed on its final destination. His face went pale as he muttered:

"Of all places... it had to pick this godforsaken shithole of a universe!"

In an agency in Hell's Kitchen, a blue and white cat is chasing a brown mouse, and in the boss chair, a man is holding a cigarette and reading a newspaper.

Next to him stands a man wearing a black tights with an inverted triangle on his chest and a capital S.

At this time, the man sitting in the boss chair slowly took down the newspaper, showed a wicked smile and said: "Welcome to my agency, there is no commission we can't complete here, only commissions you can't think of." ...

In a certain office in Hell's Kitchen, a blue-and-white cat is chasing a brown mouse, and on the boss's chair, a man is holding a cigarette and reading a newspaper. Next to him stands a man dressed in black. The tights have an inverted triangle on the chest, and inside is a man with a capital S.

At this time, the man sitting on the boss's chair slowly took down the newspaper, showed an evil smile and said: "Welcome to my office, there are no commissions that we can't complete here, only commissions that you can't think of."