Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 296 - 287

Skye is a generous girl. When she sets her sights on a goal, she ensures that the groundwork is done beforehand.

For example—money for a date.

She doesn't want to be short on cash when she finally asks out the person she likes, so today, she decides to take on some online jobs. Hackers can use their skills to accept assignments from various companies through underground websites—tasks like finding server vulnerabilities or backdoors. If they succeed, they get paid.

The payout varies, but compared to an average office worker's salary, it's significantly higher—ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands, sometimes even hundreds of thousands. If a hacker is lucky enough to uncover vulnerabilities in major tech companies, the reward can climb into the millions.

Recently, Skye's hacking skills have improved by leaps and bounds thanks to Leon's patient guidance. In the hacker world, he could be considered a master.

With a carton of milk in hand, Skye happily accepts a few assignments from the site. Within mere hours, she's earned a hefty sum—eight thousand dollars, all before noon.

In this new era, making money through the internet is almost too easy—provided you have the skills and the brains.

While eight thousand dollars is a good start, Skye isn't entirely satisfied. Sure, it's enough for the date itself, but what about the extras? Nicer clothes, better cosmetics, a fancy restaurant—these things add up.

To be safe, she decides to take on a few more jobs before heading out in the afternoon to upgrade her wardrobe and pamper herself with a nice meal.

Skye is a girl of action.

After a quick lunch, she grabs her bank card and bag, locks the RV's smart door, and takes a taxi to the bustling business district of New York.

Eight thousand dollars is more than enough to buy a stylish outfit. Of course, high-end designer brands are still out of reach, but Skye has long since mastered the art of cost-effectiveness. She knows how to find pieces that are affordable yet stunning.

Shopping alone doesn't bother her—Skye enjoys the process.

It's safe to say that no woman can resist the temptation of shopping. If one can, she's probably dead inside.

By the time she leaves, she's carrying multiple bags of clothes and cosmetics. Her look has undergone a complete transformation—from ordinary to effortlessly stylish.

She dons a retro plaid shirt, slightly oversized with a slimming cut, paired with shorts. The outfit is both fashionable and subtly artsy.

Her mixed-race features add a unique charm, exuding a vintage aesthetic. A pair of sunglasses enhances the effect—elegant yet modern.

Her thick-soled black sandals make her already tall frame even more striking.

She turns heads wherever she goes.

Ignoring the lingering gazes, Skye hails a taxi back to the RV park, eager to put away her purchases before treating herself to a well-deserved meal.

But as she walks along the clean, well-kept paths of the park, her cheerful steps suddenly halt.

A group of people stands ahead.

A striking blonde woman in a brown coat and jeans. A burly white man in a tank top, muscles rippling. Another blonde woman—just as beautiful but exuding an air of nobility.

And at the center of them all, an elderly man in a black trench coat and brown helmet—calm, confident, commanding.

Skye doesn't recognize the others, but the old man in the middle?

She knows exactly who he is.

One of the most wanted men in America.

The leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants.

Magneto.

"Wow. I just ran into a terrorist. That's... terrifying. Maybe if I act like I don't know him, I can just walk away~."

Skye's delicate face pales slightly. Despite her tough exterior, she's still just a girl. She's been on her own for years, but standing face-to-face with a figure like Magneto? That's a different level of fear.

She swallows, forcing herself to stay calm.

She's a nobody to them—just an insignificant passerby. They have no reason to bother her.

She takes a steadying breath and keeps walking toward her RV, pretending not to notice them.

Step by step, they approach each other.

The closer they get, the more her heart pounds.

She stares straight ahead, suppressing her anxiety, silently chanting in her mind:

Don't look at me. Don't look at me.

Then—

Five meters away.

They stop.

Several pairs of eyes land on her.

Skye's heart skips a beat. She stops too.

"You're really cute, girl," the elegant blonde woman says, a smirk playing on her lips. Her voice is cool yet tinged with amusement. "It's you we're looking for."

"...Huh?"

Skye stares blankly at her, her mind going blank.

Then, the fear sets in.

The Brotherhood. Magneto. The man who nearly killed the President, who has countless crimes to his name—he's standing in front of her.

And they're looking for her.

Why?

She looks up timidly at Magneto. His sharp, domineering gaze sends a chill down her spine.

"You... you must have the wrong person," she stammers, trying to sound reasonable. "I'm just a regular girl. I'm nothing special."

But the blonde woman chuckles, shattering her last hope.

"Oh, we know exactly who you are," she says smoothly.

"Your name is Skye, isn't it?"