[European and American Movie Fanfiction] + [American TV Series Fanfiction] + [Marvel Cinematic Universe] + [Supernatural, Ghost, and Sci-Fi Movies] + [Games] + [Slow Heat]

My name is Luke Chin, and I'm not Skywalker.

I wanted to lie down, but then I saw the news about Stark Industries in the newspaper.

So, I decided to stay away from New York, and continue to lie down and be a third-generation rich man.

But things didn't go my way. I had a damn skill, so I decided to prolong my rebellious period.

Then I got a lot of titles:

California Aquaman, Montana Stark, Stanford Toy Hand, Human Motor, Cheerleader Killer, San Francisco Aquaman...

But this isn't me...

My true identity is: an American hardcore cultivator.

"Haha, I've finally mastered my skills. I can now fly with my sword..."

"Wait, I don't have a sword... I don't have a sword... ah... this..."

Master: "Young man, may the Force be with you..."

"What the hell is this lightsaber? Do you really think I'm Luke Skywalker?"

"Forget it, I'll just stick with my American Iai style. After all, it's accurate and fast within seven steps..."

"Open the door, FBI, check the water meter..."

When a person is lucky enough to return to the 1928 New York Mets, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Matthew Ludwig didn’t want to find the answer to that question, leaving only “a time that really is a time of love and hate” that reverberates in the snow.