The next day, the ashes left by the monster, the wrecked cars, and the scattered shell casings had all vanished.
Even the “nuke-level” light pollution from last night had been covered up by Vought International with a lame excuse.
Everyone had signed non-disclosure agreements, perfectly concealing Vought International’s scandal once again.
Watching Vought International’s specialized “cleanup crew,” a faint sense of crisis arose in Morgan’s heart.
In just one year, she had encountered three instances of Tumor Beast alone.
Was it the arrival of her, an “extraterrestrial demon,” that had raised the world’s danger level?
Or had Vought International begun selling more dangerous serums?
The world was unpredictable; all she could rely on was her unparalleled talent!
Panel!
Add points!
Bounty 350 ☞ 50, Points + 3!
Add one point each to Strength, Constitution, and Energy!
[Expand Panel] Name: [Morgan Stacy] Phase: [City-level Hero] Constitution: 16 (Ignores special firearms) Strength: 13 (5 tons with a single arm swing) Speed: 20 (Flight at Mach 1) Energy: 19 (One blast kills an ordinary heavy truck) Free Points: 0 (1 point gained per 100 million fans per month, already settled for this month.) Ability: Superhuman Lv.2, Electrical Discharge Lv.3, Current Fans: 211 million [Reaching 80 total points unlocks City-level Hero, enabling the next function!] Although each attribute only increased by one point, the understanding and control over her power were worlds apart.
An ordinary person, even if they constantly developed their abilities, could at most utilize 80-90% of their strength.
But she, at her peak with a flick of her hand, delivered 100% power with every strike!
As the saying goes: Others’ power is gained through cultivation, floating and unstable!
But mine is gained step-by-step by adding points via the panel!
My foundation is as steady as Mount Tai!
— — — — — — — — — As the cleanup concluded, Morgan returned to Vought International with the cleanup crew.
These people were all like wooden blocks; no matter how she questioned them, she couldn’t get a word out of them….
Vought Tower, 87th floor, CEO’s office.
“Edgar, what is the company thinking?!
How could you let V leak out and create a monster like this!
My golden director was scared unconscious; the company must provide compensation!” Morgan introduced the power of this monster with a serious face, while observing the CEO’s facial expressions to probe how much he knew.
But he clearly did not agree with her assessment…
Edgar spoke calmly: “Starlight, first of all, please address me as CEO, although I don’t know where you got your information.
But since you encountered that kind of monster, it doesn’t hurt to tell you.
This serum has been sold for a long time; its history is older than you, little girl!” “Many lives on the verge of death are always longing to live, and families who have lost loved ones are also longing to see their relatives again…
Although I don’t know why you describe it as so dangerous and powerful, it is actually very controllable, and also…
very profitable!” “Most of them, until the host dies and consciousness dissipates, are only as strong as kittens and puppies.
Besides, a monster that even you can defeat, how strong can it really be?
My vase lady?” “Alright, I know you were scared last night, first Homelander, then the Tumor Beast, but even so, don’t just light up the sky for fun, okay?
Go to work; you have at least three shows to attend today…” His tone was like he was soothing a frightened little girl, not caring about her words at all.
Or perhaps, Edgar knew the risks but couldn’t let go of the profits.
Morgan paused for a long time.
In his eyes, she saw the madness that would sacrifice everything for profit.
So, she said nothing more and slammed the door as she left.
She was numb.
She couldn’t even convince Edgar, let alone the massive conglomerate behind him.
Sure enough, capitalists were willing to sell the rope to hang themselves to make money.
But I don’t want to!
If you guys screw up and collapse, where will I go to harvest my fan points?
Thinking of this, Morgan prepared to go to the Equipment Department to find some support.
“What’s wrong, superstar?
Unhappy today, looking so dejected?” Looking in the direction of the voice, an Asian engineering goddess with oil stains on her face walked over.
Even though she was wearing work clothes, it couldn’t hide her stunning figure.
This person was her college roommate—Daisy Stark.
Her ability was that as long as she had blueprints and raw materials, she could quickly generate finished products.
So Morgan usually called her the 3D Printing Girl; her ability could be applied to any material.
Moreover, she was a top genius in mechanical engineering, which made her very successful in the Equipment Department.
At the same time, she was also her personal equipment specialist; half of the “Anti-Homelander Plan” required her help.
Even the super-powered spotlight yesterday was her handiwork.
She was the only person Morgan trusted in Vought International.
“…You don’t know about yesterday?” “You won an award, or did you scare the people of Manhattan?” “It was me fighting a monster!
Did you even watch the video I sent you!” “Big brother, that video was full of noise; there weren’t many surviving pixels, it was impossible to restore, okay.” Uh, that was true; it was too bright yesterday, and the footage was indeed a mess.
“Then I’ll make a long story short: a very dangerous monster appeared, and I can’t quite handle it.
Is the energy-focusing device I commissioned you to build finished?” “Which one?
Which plan’s equipment?” “The 177 hand cannon!
The one I told you to rush last time…” “It’s in the works, it’s in the works, don’t rush me~” “Is this the attitude you have towards your financier?!
You didn’t say that when you were taking my research funding!” Treating me like an ATM, a “#” symbol slowly appeared on Morgan’s head, and she grabbed the 3D Printing Girl and shook her.
“Don’t shake!
Don’t shake anymore, if you shake my smart brain and break it, you’ll be the one losing out!” “Give me an accurate answer!
Otherwise, hmph hmph!” Fine energy appeared in Morgan’s hands, instantly triggering Daisy’s memories.
She quickly turned her face away and changed her tune: “Tomorrow!
I’ll present it to you tomorrow!” After the 3D Printing Girl begged repeatedly and promised to work through the night, Morgan let her go.
“That’s more like it.
There’s one more thing…” “Do you know any friends in the Drug Development Department?” Since Tumor Beasts existed, there must be experimental subjects hidden in Vought International’s drug laboratory!
Morgan, having been poor for too long, planned to farm some gold coins in the laboratory…
“I happen to know one, he’s an intern, his name is Bob, here is his photo!” “Oh, that’s quite a coincidence…” Morgan revealed an ill-intentioned smile.
This brother named Bob…
wasn’t he the driver for the cleanup crew this morning?
In the afternoon, rumors spread that an intern had lost the laboratory key.
It was said that a psychopath had broken into the laboratory and slaughtered a large number of experimental white mice and rabbits.
Furthermore, precious research materials and dozens of tons of experimental equipment were stolen, resulting in incalculable losses…
She went to farm gold coins, why would she need equipment, let alone dozens of tons?
Why not say she took the laboratory floor with her too?
“Didn’t expect that I would one day become the Great Sage of Balancing Accounts.” She checked her haul.
In the entire laboratory floor, there were a total of over 200 mutant rabbits and over 500 mutant mice.
Added together, they only provided 63 gold coins.
They were all [Thug-level Disasters], she couldn’t even find a [Block-level Disaster].
Killing one barely gave 0.09 gold coins.
Moreover, it was hard to find so many concentrated mutant creatures in the outside world unless a rat plague broke out.
To rely on killing [Thug-level Disaster] mice, how long would it take to gather one attribute point?
How about…
pouring some V into the sewers herself?
Forget it, she felt that was too beastly…
And the risk was completely uncontrollable.
The mice killed today, although also covered in tentacles, could not be compared to yesterday’s [City-level Disaster] Tumor Beast.
That monster from last night, the unreasonable flesh proliferation speed that ignored the basic laws of the universe, was still vivid in her mind when she recalled it now.
If it were to consume enough lives, or receive multiple non-lethal attacks, given its savage growth ability, it might truly become the legendary monster—the “Flesh Mountain.” By then, even if Homelander came, he might not be able to solve it.
It seems that there are differences even among Tumor Beasts.
It’s not just about the level; among the Tumor Beasts, there might be chosen ones who can awaken heaven-defying superpowers.
Was she really that unlucky to have encountered the chosen one?
Or did Vought International’s V have a more potent version?
Their high-end goods were not in this floor’s laboratory…