Lucas made a decision.
He was going to find Kimiko.
Not to kill her.
Killing Kimiko had too low a cost-benefit ratio.
On one hand, her core ability was [Super Regeneration].
Although this ability looked cool in the original work, capable of healing fatal wounds instantly, in front of Lucas’s [Absolute Immortality], it was a completely inferior substitute.
He could instantly recover even after being smashed into meat paste; he had absolutely no need for the kind of regeneration ability Kimiko possessed, which still required time to heal.
Depriving her of her ability would not provide any substantial improvement to his own survival guarantee.
On the other hand, killing her was too much of a hassle.
Kimiko was like a beast that knew no fatigue and felt no pain.
Given Lucas’s currently pathetic strength and speed, even if he stood there and let her hit him, she couldn’t break through his [Carbyne Heavy Armor], but for Lucas to thoroughly kill a monster with Super Regeneration would require an immense amount of effort.
It was completely thankless work.
“Since I can’t consume her as an experience pack, I can only raise her as a pet.”
Lucas calculated in his heart.
“Such a strong physical damage dealer and tank—if left to that madman Butcher, it would be a complete waste.”
“If I can find her before they do and tame her…”
In this dangerous world, going solo ultimately had its limits.
He needed a sharp blade, a helper who could handle some “dirty work” for him and be absolutely loyal. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Kimiko, who had been stripped of her ability to speak and was filled with fear and trauma inside, would become the most loyal blade as long as he gave her enough sense of security and kindness (even if it was feigned).
“Target established: Kimiko.”
Lucas stood up and patted the dust off his pants.
“The problem is, where do I find her?”
He wasn’t like the protagonists in those system-genre novels who possessed an omniscient god-view radar.
He only knew the general direction of the original plot.
He remembered that Kimiko was imprisoned in a place similar to an underground warehouse, surrounded by many iron cages locked with chains.
That place seemed to be controlled by some Asian gang or Russian mob, serving as a transit station.
“I can’t just run around like a headless chicken.”
Lucas walked to the edge of the unfinished building and looked down at this city of sin.
“The death of Translucent will inevitably lead Vought International to strengthen its surveillance over all of New York.
The word on Supes is going to become extremely tight.”
“Those gangs involved in the illegal smuggling of Supes have a sense of smell sharper than dogs.
To avoid the limelight, they will definitely move or hide those ‘goods’.”
“I must find that underground transit station before they move Kimiko.”
Lucas’s eyes became sharp.
He chewed on the name gently in his mouth.
“In the original work, Frenchie found the clue to that place through his informants in the underground world.”
“I don’t have informants.
But I have something more useful than informants.”
He looked down at his own body, which was almost completely blended into the darkness.
“Frenchie, sorry about this.
I’m borrowing your intelligence network.”
Three in the morning.
Queens, New York City, an abandoned freight pier near the East River.
The sea breeze, carrying the heavy stench of engine oil and rotting seaweed, wove through the mountains of rusted shipping containers.
This was a patrol blind spot for the NYPD and the ideal breeding ground for all sorts of shady deals.
Lucas, like a ghost, lay dormant quietly on top of a shipping container suspended in mid-air.
[Absolute Stealth] made his figure disappear completely into the night, and even the seabirds that occasionally flew by would pass through the space he was supposed to occupy without noticing anything.
He had been here for nearly two hours.
Before deciding to use Frenchie’s intelligence network, he decided to scout the situation himself first.