Manhattan East District, Morgan’s home.
As her Energy stat reached 25.
A total of forty 2,000-watt, high-lumen spotlights shone upon Morgan, finally allowing her to feel the upper limit of her energy control.
In an environment abundant with energy, her power amplification reached an astonishing 40 times!
Equipment worth only 20 million dollars had brought her such incredible results!
The abilities enhanced by her stat panel were truly powerful!
The only drawback was the inconvenience; these lights almost completely surrounded her.
She could only unleash her full potential when acting as a stationary turret.
If that were the case, the practical application of this equipment would be greatly reduced.
I need to reduce the number of devices…
Glancing at the midday sun, Morgan returned to the bedroom and shook Daisy awake, who was still sleeping in.
“Get up!
Still sleeping?
At your age, how can you sleep so much?” “What’s wrong?
Boss?” Daisy rubbed her eyes, looking at Morgan with deep resentment.
I have to work double shifts for you day and night, and you won’t even let me have a good sleep…
“Ahem, how is the research on the 40-million-lumen spotlights going?” “Boss, technological progress takes time~” “But you’ve clearly been designing armor these past few days!” “I see you haven’t taken my matters to heart at all!
Do you not care about me anymore?” “How could I?
My respected sugar daddy, my heart is naturally full of you.
I’m just pursuing my dreams a little bit~” Seeing electric currents flickering at Morgan’s fingertips, Daisy immediately straightened her attitude: “I’ll expedite it right away!
Within two days, Boss will definitely see the new equipment!” The humble, working-class version of Iron Man yielded once again to the hateful capitalist.
She walked to the workshop and put away her precious armor blueprints.
Helplessly, she threw herself into a pile of spotlight design drawings and began her work.
Seeing her ‘Palu’ start working, Morgan’s mood instantly improved.
—————————— By now, several days had passed since the Invisible Man incident, and the related online buzz had receded like the tide.
It was likely that before long, the event would be swept into the ruins of history.
The attention Morgan gained from it was also no longer what it used to be.
She opened her panel to check her recent gains.
Name: [Morgan Stacey] Rank: [Neighborhood-level Hero] Physique: 16 (Ignores specialized conventional thermal weapons!) Strength: 13 (A single arm swing exerts 5 tons!) Speed: 20 (Flight speed of Mach 1!) Energy: 25 (One blast can destroy a heavy armored vehicle) Free Points: 0 (Gains 1 point per month for every 100 million fans; settled for this month.) Abilities: Superhuman Lv.2, Electrical Transmission and Reception Lv.4 Current Fans: 466 million (True Fans) Bounty: 13 [Reach a total of 80 points to become a City-level Hero and unlock the next feature!] “Not bad, a gain of 250 million fans!
That’s more than I gained in a whole year of hard work!” It was worth the effort of pinching herself for half a day to squeeze out those tears.
Profiting from tragedy really is the fastest way to make a fortune…
—————————— Vought, 87th Floor, CEO’s Office.
Stepping in here again, Edgar’s ice-like expression finally showed some change.
He began with a compliment, “Ms.
Morgan, the matter was handled very well.” Then, he pulled a contract from under the desk.
“This is a stock transfer agreement.
Take a look; if there are no issues, sign it.
From now on, you are a member of the Board of Directors.” Sure enough, this was a world where fists did the talking.
Her actions of killing the Invisible Man and heavily injuring Homelander, far from being punished, had instead allowed her to enter Vought’s upper management in one leap.
She carefully read the contract Edgar provided; the terms were very sincere.
After checking and finding nothing amiss, Morgan decisively signed her name.
“Edgar, how much annual dividend does my 1% stake yield?” Recently, to support Daisy’s dreams, her expenses had been growing, and her private stash was almost depleted.
After all, Daisy was a talent she had recruited herself.
She could cut back on anything except materials; even if she had to sell everything, she had to give Daisy the best.
“Oh, money?” Edgar’s expression seemed somewhat amused, implying that money was just a string of numbers.
“Just from the company’s public accounts, your share would be no less than ten billion.” “You don’t seem to realize Vought’s true power…
It’s not wealth, but partners.
In this country, and even the entire world, Vought has people in every sector.” “As long as you follow the rules, they can help you accomplish anything you want to do.” Like a devil, Edgar continued to describe the staggering benefits she could obtain from this chain of interests.
Wealth, power—as long as she wasn’t kicked out of the game, she had already become part of the world’s top tier.
The part…
that decides the fate of the world.
But follow the rules?
Vought’s ‘cannibalistic’ rules?
Once I’ve leveled up, I’ll flip the whole chessboard over!
“Enough!
I’m not interested in the filth behind Vought!” “Tell me straight, what do you need me to do?” Edgar nodded: “Okay!
Regarding Compound V, you should also know its side effects.” “Previously, I did indeed deceive you.
Not all Tumor Beasts are just little cats and dogs.” “The stronger the effect of V, and the longer it has gestated within the user’s body, the stronger the resulting Tumor Beast will be.” “In your battle with the Invisible Man and Homelander, we admit that the monster was indeed unexpected.” “The mutation of the Tumor Beast exceeded the individual limits of our estimates.” “Those who have extended their lives by over a decade, those ‘heroes’ retired from the previous era.” “The Tumor Beasts inside them have been dormant for a long time.
If they are all at today’s level, it would be a catastrophe for the current Vought, and even for the USA.” “Therefore, within New York State and the surrounding states, if such a danger appears again,” “we need you to go and handle the threat, nipping the Tumor Beasts in the bud.” Hearing this, Morgan’s brow furrowed.
“Now you’re scared and want me to clean up the mess?
But how will I know where the Tumor Beasts will appear?” Seeing that Morgan didn’t directly refuse, Edgar let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
“You don’t need to worry about the location.
The targets for Compound V sales are all people with established lives and families.” “Three days before a Tumor Beast awakens, the injector will completely lose consciousness and become brain-dead.” “Once brain death occurs, there is no possibility of waking them.
Their families will contact us.” “The Cleanup Department will then be dispatched by Vought to awaken the Tumor Beast early, kill it, and recover the remains.” “You only need to assist in killing the monsters that conventional means cannot.” Morgan:???
You mean you’re giving me a free map of mob spawns?
There’s such a good deal?
Since you’re so sincere as to give me the elite mobs, then I’ll have to find a way to accept the small mobs as well.
These are all gold coins!
Morgan feigned difficulty: “My time is limited.
Even if there are scouts, if an accident happens, I can’t cover all of New York State.” “Have the Cleanup Department organize the reports chronologically and bring them to a designated location.” “I’ll open a crematorium for them…” “Blind boxes should be opened all at once!” Edgar gave Starlight a deep look.
He didn’t refuse, speaking in a low voice: “You know the speed of mutation.
Don’t mess it up…” Just like that, Morgan took the position with a ‘ten-billion-dollar annual salary’—Vought’s Cleanup Director!
And the first thing upon taking office: “Old man, first approve 5 billion dollars for me.
I need to build a few bases…” …
Edgar saw Morgan out.
Vought was currently at a critical moment where the development of gene-enhancement drugs based on Tumor Beast remains was nearing success.
No variables could be tolerated…
Once his army of super-powered beings appeared…
They could break free from being vassals and truly control and divide the world, becoming ‘The Company’ that stood above all political entities.
He looked out at the bustling world outside the window; it was so beautiful, yet so fragile…