‘If I told you I wanted to leave Vought International, you would probably jump out of your chair in shock.’ Kevin muttered to himself.
Last night, before testing his abilities, Kevin also took some time to check his current savings.
Kevin initially thought that since The Deep was a member of The Seven and a superstar—starring in movies, securing endorsement deals, and serving as the brand ambassador for New York’s largest aquarium—his bank account should have at least tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, right?
But when Kevin checked the account, his total savings amounted to just a few million US dollars.
It wasn’t a small amount, but considering The Deep’s status, wasn’t it a bit too little?
Not to mention anything else, just look at the Hollywood Film industry: even celebrities with only a little fame receive millions in performance fees.
Those A-list stars wouldn’t even dare to speak up if they didn’t have hundreds of millions in their pockets.
And who was The Deep?
Wasn’t his status much higher than those average celebrities?
Yet, he only had this meager amount in his account!?
Kevin really wanted to condemn the former member of The Seven, The Deep, but upon further reflection, he realized that a few million dollars was a very acceptable amount.
If only he could leave The Seven, that would be enough to live a carefree life forever.
But you couldn’t just quit The Seven at any moment.
Both joining and leaving The Seven required a collective discussion by the top management of Vought International.
At that moment, Vought International was not ready to let The Deep retire, and he still had over a year left on his contract.
Judging by the current situation, as long as The Deep maintained his status, the company would renew his contract upon expiration.
If he left now, The Deep would have to pay a massive sum for breaching the contract.
That was exactly why The Deep lived such a miserable life after being kicked out of The Seven in the original story.
All his money went towards paying the penalty; having only a few million in his account, if he truly breached the contract, that money probably wouldn’t even cover a fraction of the amount.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Kevin decided not to reveal his thoughts to Madelyn for now.
He hesitated and replied.
“Yes…
I have some thoughts.” Hearing Kevin’s admission, Madelyn took a deep breath but didn’t get angry.
If this had happened earlier, Madelyn would have definitely scolded The Deep for such immature thoughts.
But after what happened last night, Madelyn suddenly found that there seemed to be a few interesting things about The Deep worth exploring.
Therefore, Madelyn didn’t need to immediately reject The Deep’s idea but rather figure out how to extract more benefit for the company from these newly discovered aspects.
Thinking about this, she turned her computer and opened a video from a surveillance camera.
“In that case, let’s talk about your new abilities first, alright?” Kevin looked closely.
It was the surveillance footage from that fishing boat last night.
The video only had one angle, from which one could make out the figures of several gang members and transparent, water-like arrows hovering behind their heads.
‘Wait, why would a rundown fishing boat have a surveillance camera?!’ The corners of Kevin’s mouth twitched slightly.
Who would have thought that a dilapidated smuggling vessel would have surveillance, and that it would clearly record the method Kevin used to kill the gang members?
Uh, although the image was a bit blurry, everything that needed to be seen was visible, so saying it was ‘clearly recorded’ wasn’t entirely wrong.
As for his new ability, Kevin didn’t intend to hide it; otherwise, he wouldn’t have used the water arrows to kill those people last night.
So when Madelyn asked, Kevin answered naturally.
“It is a new ability that awakened very recently.
No, actually, it is not a completely new ability.
I used to be able to control water a little bit, but it wasn’t very effective; it only allowed me to move faster underwater.
But now…
it seems to have evolved…” This wasn’t entirely a lie.
The Deep did possess a tiny, insignificant ability to manipulate water, which allowed him to move quickly underwater, but this ability, let alone condensing water arrows, probably couldn’t even condense a single drop of water.
The previous Deep hadn’t noticed this and paid it no mind.
Madelyn was slightly surprised.
Vought International had been researching superheroes for decades.
Although the evolution of abilities was rare, it still happened from time to time.
Who would have thought that The Deep would be so incredibly lucky to discover a new ability.
Madelyn’s first thought was that The Deep had injected Compound V.
This special serum, capable of turning ordinary people into superheroes, could also enhance the abilities of existing superheroes.
But the problem was that The Deep didn’t know about the existence of Compound V, and judging by his mental state, it didn’t look like he had injected it.
Thus, it could only be said that The Deep got lucky and his abilities evolved.
That was one thing, but there was another.
Before Madelyn could react, Kevin pointed to his chest and stomach and said.
“Besides my water manipulation ability improving significantly, my body has also undergone some changes…
Uh, may I take off my shirt?” “…Yes.” Madelyn nodded slightly.
Kevin didn’t actually undress; he just unzipped his top, allowing Madelyn to see his torso underneath his clothes.
Then, as expected, a look of mild surprise and astonishment appeared on Madelyn’s face.
The gills on The Deep’s body were no secret to high-ranking executives like Madelyn, who were responsible for evaluating The Seven.
Madelyn was also very well aware that The Deep had fish gills on both sides of his chest and stomach, which were quite unpleasant to look at.
However, at this moment, only perfectly developed abdominal muscles were visible on The Deep’s chest and stomach; no trace of fish gills could be seen.
Twirling a pen in her hand, Madelyn stared intently at Kevin’s body.
At this point, she had already cast aside what Kevin did last night.
Madelyn glanced at Kevin’s attractive post-shave appearance, and then proceeded to examine his flawless physique.
After a long moment of thought, she pointed at Kevin with her pen and said.
“I will seriously consider your new image.
Until then, try to maintain your current appearance as much as possible.” It seemed she had a new idea.
…
Leaving Madelyn’s office, Kevin realized that the changes in his body could be successfully smoothed over.
If Kevin were a student and such massive changes happened to him, the company’s first thought would be whether these changes could be replicated, and they might even capture Kevin for in-depth research or something similar.
But Kevin was in The Seven, one of the company’s most profitable projects.
Different status brought different treatment.
Madelyn was not the head of the research department; she was the Vice President of Vought International, primarily dealing with the management of superhero-related projects.
Therefore, upon seeing the changes in Kevin, she didn’t think about how these changes were achieved, but rather what benefits Kevin’s new image could bring to the company.
And as long as Kevin’s image was defined, with Madelyn’s approval, even if Kevin were no longer part of The Seven, Vought International wouldn’t pay too much attention to him.
Even if Vought International really wanted to do something with Kevin by then, his strength would definitely be vastly different from what it was now.
In other words, Kevin would have a very safe period for development.
And so, the most important question arose before Kevin once again.
Skill points…
How was he supposed to get them?
If viewed from the perspective of a traditional game, it would involve either leveling up or acquiring skill books.
But this Golden Finger of Kevin’s didn’t even have a manual.
He had no idea how to level up or how to get skill books.
Kevin, scratching his head in frustration, casually opened the skill tree and looked around.
Just as he was about to close the skill tree, he suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on the root of the skill tree.
There was a small line of text and an Arabic numeral.
It read.
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