Marvel’s Superman

　　 When Rogers survived the first mutation, it was already night.

　　 Luke opened the camp tent and walked in with a bowl of oatmeal with a lot of glucose.

　　 "Are you awake? The transformation was successful."

　　 Rogers opened his eyes and after regaining consciousness, this was the first sentence he heard.

　　 He stood up with difficulty and got out of the thick, reinforced high-back chair.

　　 While rubbing his strangled hands, he moved his stiff limbs.

　　 "Are you sure it worked? I didn't feel the slightest change."

　　 Rogers, who was wearing only a pair of pants and topless, expressed his doubts.

　　 He used to receive serum injections, but at any rate he went from being small to being a big muscle tyrant.

　　 It can be said that huge changes have taken place from the inside to the outside, which can be seen at a glance.

　　 However, the painful initial mutation of the process did not seem to have any obvious impact on me.

　　 "Stephanie said, if you are still alive, it means the transformation has been successful."

　　 Luke shrugged and handed the bowl of cereal to Rogers, some gloating, "Your food for the next few days, except for the nutrient solution, which is glucose, enjoy this time."

"how about you."

　　 Rogers drank the not-so-good-tasting cereal with a spoon, and looked at Luke who was standing aside.

　　 The latter slapped his mouth and said, "Cheese steak and grilled chicken. I turned down Stephanie’s invitation to eat British food, and chose a fairly good restaurant for dinner with Carter."

　　 Rogerston, who was carrying the oatmeal porridge, found it tasteless. He was not a vegetarian, and had no interest at all in glutinous porridge that had a weak taste and was mixed with glucose.

　　 "Can't I eat meat?"

　　 Captain America made a serious request.

　　 "How can I make up for the daily consumption by only eating this?"

　　 Luke shook his head and explained: "I will give you a few bags of nutrient solution later. About three hours later, you have to undergo a mutation. She is afraid that you will vomit out all the food in your belly."

　　 "If you want to try other foods, I recommend a famous British dish and look up at the stars-you will think that glucose cereal porridge is simply a delicacy when you see that."

　　 Hearing Luke's words, Rogers's eyes immediately came to life.

　　 He shook his head quickly, rejecting this seemingly kind offer.

　　 That thing, surely it is for people to eat, not some kind of horrible masterpiece of art?

　　 Rogers drank the bowl of porridge in a few mouthfuls, and then asked: "Then can I take a bath?"

　　 The violent pain of the first mutation made him sweat a lot, almost condensing into salt grains.

　　 "This should be fine. Stephanie just said, don't do strenuous exercise and eat too much food."

　　 Luke smiled, this feeling of using Captain America as an experimental mouse seems quite interesting.

　　 "Actually, you are no different from usual. The transformation of'Woden's Blood' requires at least three mutations before it can be seen."

　　 Rogers seems to understand but he does not understand. Like Luke, he is not a master of academics.

　　 The former doesn't have this talent for learning, and the latter is able to do it and don't use your brain-it feels more and more superhuman.

　　 Luke thought silently.

　　 "By the way, is the renovation plan going smoothly?"

　　 Rogers, who ran out of the tent to take a shower, asked loudly.

　　Because Stephanie thought he had the potential of "battleship class", he also had an exclusive tent, and he didn't mix with that group of soldiers.

　　 "One hundred and forty-one people were eliminated in the first mutation."

　　 Luke uttered a specific number and sighed: "Nearly half of them had a rejection reaction and died. The remaining half still have people who can't bear the pain and have done self-harm...All in all, it is not optimistic."

　　This result directly smashed the good ideas that allied high-level officials regarded "Woden's Blood" as an important technology and believed that it could be vigorously promoted.

　　 The extremely low success rate, coupled with the cost of cultivating the red spar, is really not worth it.

　　 You must know that the "tank-class" soldiers still can't beat a bazooka rocket launcher, or a sniper's precise shot.

　　Only the production of "battleship-class" soldiers can be regarded as a great reward.

　　 This is equivalent to ten consecutive draws. The blue sky and white clouds are a loss. The purple flashes and the golden light appears.

　　 Those "tank class" can't satisfy the military, the "battleship class" talent.

　　 But the latter’s shipment rate is horribly low, enough to make any European emperor despair.

　　 "Next, there will be two more mutations. If you can succeed, you have the hope of becoming a'tank-class' soldier."

Luke was sitting in the tent. He probably estimated that the test body that survived three mutations would be lucky if there were twenty people-but considering that these were all Europeans, there might be a miracle. occur.

　　 As for Rogers?

　　 If he successfully survived twenty-four mutations, it would be a rare card with shining golden light.

　　 "So, Rogers, you have to come on."

　　 Luke was talking coldly, but it was not he who endured the pain anyway.

　　 Dr. Zola has been placed in the project team to study the "Blood of Warden", even if it is to undergo transformation, that will be something afterwards.

　　……

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　　 Three hours later, Rogers accepted the second mutation.

　　 This time, Stephanie adjusted the dose of "Warden's Blood", doubled the backhand super, and almost killed Captain America on the spot.

　　 Luke stared at Rogers with red skin and bursting veins, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology-after thinking about it, it's more reliable to bring your own plug-in."

　　 Taking advantage of the divergence of thinking, he summarized all the heroes in the Marvel world and found that it was still the saltiest fish of Superman on the next studio. There was no need to do other things, as long as the sun was enough.

　　 had trouble using his brain and threw it to Batman.

　　 Encountered something about to hack someone, hand it over to Wonder Woman.

　　In the crisis of sacrificing to the heavens, sent the Flash...

　　 "Sure enough, being a leader is the easiest thing."

　　 Luke thought half jokingly.

For the second mutation, it took more than two hours. When the transformation process was over, Rogers was leaning on a high-back chair as if he had been fished out of the water. Those two major pectoralis muscles kept undulating, looking horizontally as a ridge. The side becomes a peak, which is a very hot sight.

"are you fine?"

　　 did not go to bed, asked Luke, who had been boiled all night.

　　 For him, the rest of sleep ~www.ltnovel.com~ is actually unnecessary.

　　 If you want to, it’s okay to stay awake for several weeks.

　　 "Thinking that there are twenty-two mutations, I want to hit the wall with my head."

　　 Rogers was weak, with an expression of hopelessness on his face.

　　 The medical profession divides pain into many levels, the lowest being the kind of mosquito bites, and there is almost no sensation.

　　 It is said that the highest is similar to a pregnant woman giving birth, which is unbearable at all.

　　 For Captain America, the pain he has endured may still be above this.

　　 Even if the transformation process is not rigorously combined with the pregnant woman's childbirth, twenty-four times, just thinking about it makes the scalp numb.

　　 "I feel like I'm going to collapse."

　　 Rogers looked at Luke and said hoarsely, "How many people are left this time?"

　　 "Eighty-two people."

　　 Luke brought another bowl of dextrose oatmeal, and said with pity, "This is your breakfast."

　　 Outside the tent, the sky is already white.

　　 At the end of the night, only eighty-two people can survive the transformation of "Walden's Blood".

　　 This is still a qualified recipient!

　　 "It is very difficult to mass produce."

　　 Luke shook his head.

　　Thinking about it this way, Berlin can issue three "battleship-class" rare cards at once, which is really full of European spirit.

　　 I don't know if the Allied forces can create other "battleship class" besides Rogers.

　　 is also European, so it's unreasonable to have bad luck.

　　 "Brigadier Cavill, there is bad news."

　　 Just when Luke's thoughts were ups and downs, Stephanie in a white coat hurriedly walked in.

　　 "Berlin has launched an offensive. All three'battleship class' are dispatched!"