Washington, D.C., White House.
The nearly eighty-year-old President had been feeling increasingly powerless lately, making a fool of himself in front of the media.
Watching the setting sun was like seeing himself at the end of his days, just as the last bit of afterglow was about to fade completely.
He made a decision and pressed the button on his desk.
A moment later, a bottle of soda was placed on his desk.
After taking a long swig, he asked in a low voice: “How is Vought’s V progressing now?” “It’s been updated to version V10.3, Mr.
President!” “Idiot!
I’m asking about the effects!” “The latest breakthrough…
it’s said to extend life by 20 years!” “20 years!” He had known about this stuff since he was middle-aged; back then, he remembered the effect was only 3 years.
It would keep one’s consciousness existing for 3 years; after that, the consciousness would dissipate, and the corpse would turn into a monster.
Even so, it caused a massive stir in high-level circles.
Countless tycoons invested heavily, seeing it as the hope for eternal life.
Even he had invested quite a bit.
Longevity was a fatal temptation for anyone…
Now, nearly 40 years later, V could actually provide 20 years of life!
20 years…
“It seems this is the final product I’ll be able to wait for.” Today, 40 years later, the progress of V was already immense, yet it still couldn’t grant eternal life, which left him with some regret.
“Thomas, arrange for the highest grade, the best one, and have it airlifted to me!” “Sir, are you sure you want to inject V?” The bodyguard’s words made the old man hesitate for a moment.
In the upper echelons and elite circles of America…
V was no secret; almost all tycoons had significantly raised their life expectancy because of it.
But, to appease the Tumor Beasts inside them, they had to supplement ‘Human-derived Protein’ every six months—a protein that could neither be replicated nor cultured.
Some believed this was a deal with the devil, a desecration of God!
They preferred to return peacefully to the embrace of death…
But for others, it was just a different way of ‘cannibalism,’ nothing unacceptable.
After all, there were so many homeless people on the streets, most of whom didn’t even have identities.
No matter how many disappeared, just as many would ‘run’ in; nobody would care…
This nearly 80-year-old man, this capital tycoon, thought the same way as the second group.
With twenty more years of life, he could continue to dance in America and rake in another fortune for his family!
For this, so what if he sold his soul to the devil!
“Execute the order!” “Yes, sir!” This scene had been playing out across this land for over a decade.
Now, after more than ten years of fermentation.
Beneath the seemingly calm surface, who knew how many tycoons and elites who had injected V to extend their lives were about to reach their end again.
The Tumor Beasts inside them were already restless, ready to replace their hosts and turn into true monsters at any moment!
———————— Vought Tower, 99th floor, The Seven’s conference room.
A man in an incredibly ugly uniform and a ridiculous-looking outfit sat upright on a chair at the edge.
As a newbie, he was trembling, not daring to say a word.
He was The Deep, a fellow graduate of Godolkin University from the same year as Morgan, and a newcomer to The Seven.
In his second year after graduation, he finally lucked into a spot in The Seven because they were missing an ‘Ocean Ambassador.’ In Vought’s propaganda, he was the Lord of The Seven Seas, a powerful Superhuman capable of calming tsunamis.
But he knew his own truth; he was just a noob.
And now, it was the welcome ceremony for this noob.
For this, The Seven had gathered together, waiting to attend the company’s Newcomer Gala in a moment.
Being with The Seven was a great honor for The Deep, yet he also felt very troubled.
On his first day of work, he received no blessings from his colleagues, and no one clapped for him, making him feel like he was being subjected to cold violence.
He felt the atmosphere in The Seven’s conference room was extremely oppressive; his two colleagues seemed to have some conflict.
Looking up to the left, at the head of The Seven’s table, Homelander was staring at Morgan, who sat opposite him, with a face full of smiles.
A startling chill emanated from that smile; if looks could kill, Morgan across from him would have died countless times.
He suddenly realized that what his senior, A-Train, who had greeted him today, said was no lie.
The Seven was not as wonderful as he had imagined, and Homelander, in particular, was a total tyrant.
Before coming in, A-Train had repeatedly warned him never to provoke Homelander.
The man was currently consumed by jealousy, and if things went wrong, there might be a massive fight with Starlight.
A-Train advised him not to speak too much today, lest he have to collect his corpse when it was over.
Across from him was the person Homelander was staring at—the legendary figure of the academy, Morgan.
The notorious’she-devil’ of Godokin Academy, who, relying on her ability to fly and discharge electricity, bullied everyone in the academy, making people quite envious…
No!
Making people quite despise her!
Speaking of what she was most famous for, it had to be her ‘tactics’ in practical combat class.
While everyone else was relying on their own skills, she directly hung eight 20,000-lumen flashlights on her body.
She insisted they were reasonable peripherals that could help her exercise her abilities.
She spoke so logically that the professors approved, and the academy allowed her to use them.
As a result, when she flew, she was like a moving sun; even with Superhuman vision, one couldn’t see her clearly.
If you chased, she’d flash; if you ran, she’d blast.
The damage wasn’t high, but the light pollution was extreme.
With just this one move, used repeatedly, she successfully forced the former No.
1 of the combat department—who could also fly—to wear glasses.
Fearing he’d be blinded, he quickly stepped down, allowing her to dominate Godokin.
Looking back to the present, [True · Head-mounted Cameras], and eight of them at that—Morgan, and Homelander opposite her, who wanted to strike but didn’t dare.
The Deep was silent for a long time, thinking to himself: “…She’s still as shameless as ever!” —————— “Morgan, it’s my welcome ceremony.
Why are you wearing a bunch of cameras on your head?” “Oh, I’m helping you record your wonderful life.” “Is it a live stream?” “Yes, a live stream.” Diagonally opposite, Homelander’s cold smile instantly became sunny and warm.
He stood up, struck a showy pose, and started clapping for The Deep.
“Everyone, let’s give a warm welcome to our new member, The Deep!” “He is the true Guardian of The Seven Seas!
Another great hero in The Seven!” “The Deep, my brother, you are a true hero!” The others also instantly switched to work mode…
Their performances were more exaggerated than the next, as if they were truly as close as family and had an incredibly good relationship.
Facing his childhood idol and the congratulations of these top-tier heroes from TV, The Deep couldn’t help but be a bit deluded.
A-Train’s previous warning was thrown to the back of his mind.
Thinking that he was at the center of attention today, with world-class heroes congratulating and praising him, The Deep naturally got a big head.
The Deep was already a foolish kid, yet they kept deceiving him.
Immediately, The Deep took everyone’s compliments seriously and started acting like brothers with Homelander, even beginning to talk big.
He dared to respond to anything, started wildly bragging about his experiences, looking as if he were lightheaded from the surprise and couldn’t tell who was boss.
He completely failed to notice Homelander’s face beginning to darken, or the looks from the others as if they were watching a dead man.
Originally, this should have been a private meeting where the veterans taught the newcomer a lesson, shattering the newcomer’s illusions, teaching them to follow the rules, and letting them understand their place in the hierarchy.
But because of the live stream, it instantly turned into a massive studio set, becoming The Deep’s debut!
Poor Deep, he hadn’t even learned Vought’s [Survival Rules] yet, and instead immediately learned how to be super arrogant.
In a bit, he would surely be ‘educated.’ Morgan dug a hole for The Deep, and she didn’t expect him to actually jump in without a single doubt.
During their student days, besides being annoying and loving to show off, this guy wasn’t this stupid.
But since you’re willing to come out and draw the fire, I’ll just have to accept it with tears in my eyes.
Rest in peace, old classmate.