Chapter 6: An Unmatched Genius, Must Be Used by Me
[Day 6: Merely watching videos and talking on paper can no longer satisfy your craving for combat. You decide to hone yourself through actual combat. You ask around and sign up for an underground boxing match in Brooklyn.]
Fighting underground boxing matches.
Wen Bo couldn't help exclaiming, "Good grief."
To boost his combat power, he actually went straight to fight in black-market boxing rings.
However, this was also very logical.
If you want to turn the moves you've learned into lethal skills, you can only risk your life.
The underground boxing matches are full of desperate, ruthless characters, making them the absolute best dungeons for grinding experience.
[Day 7: Your relationship with Gwen continues to heat up. On the first day of fighting underground boxing, facing a group of veterans who have struggled on the edge of life and death for many years, even with your purple Combat Master talent, you can barely manage an eighty-twenty split, being beaten unilaterally.]
[Baptized by blood and excruciating pain, your practical combat skills advance by leaps and bounds. Tonight you fight several matches in a row, with a record of all losses, and finally the organizer gives you two hundred dollars in medical expense compensation.]
Seeing this.
Wen Bo's eye twitched fiercely twice.
No way.
Entering the field with the purple Combat Master talent, and it's still an eighty-twenty split.
And not a single match was won.
Just how deep is the Water in these underground boxing matches, and what kind of monsters are all inside?
Losing all night, and in the end getting only two hundred bucks.
This little bit of money is not even enough to buy liniment.
[Day 8: Seeing you covered in injuries, Gwen sheds tears out of heartache. She angrily states that she will have her father, who is the Director of the police, lead a team to arrest everyone who hurt you.]
[You quickly stop her, lying that you are learning Sanda with a professional coach, and getting some injuries is a normal phenomenon. Gwen then drops the matter, otherwise the underground boxing gym would be wiped out in one go, and you would have no place to grind experience.]
[Looking at Gwen's worried look for you, you are deeply moved in your heart and decide to reward her well tonight. On the second day of fighting underground boxing, you continue to grow rapidly amidst pain. But due to excessive injuries, tonight you failed to complete the reward for Gwen.]
Seeing Gwen shed tears for himself.
Wen Bo stroked his chin.
This little girl looks like she has truly fallen for him.
He glanced at himself in the mirror; this face is indeed excessively handsome.
But when he saw that he was preparing to reward the other party.
Wen Bo's face darkened instantly.
Only the eighth day.
And he's already going to reward her.
Isn't the progress a bit too fast?
He feels he has no face to keep reading.
Wen Bo has a very clear cognition of himself; he is definitely not a beast with a mind full of lewd thoughts.
It must be the system maliciously smearing him.
He is definitely not a lecher.
Gritting his teeth, Wen Bo continues to read.
[Day 15: After half a month of continuous life-and-death combat, your practical combat ability has skyrocketed exponentially. Facing the vicious top boxers in the underground boxing gym, you can already fight fifty-fifty with them.]
[You keenly perceive that the quality of the boxers in this boxing gym is outrageously high, definitely not an ordinary underground venue. Because you add new injuries every night, you have always been unable to complete the reward for Gwen, and every late night you feel exceptionally aggrieved.]
Acceptable.
After enduring half a month of brutal beatings, you can finally go fifty-fifty with the opponent.
This shows that the practical combat level has indeed improved by leaps and bounds.
Wen Bo nods with satisfaction.
But the description of this last sentence once again makes him covered in black lines.
What is there to feel aggrieved about?
With a dark face and enduring the urge to curse, he continues to read.
[Day 22: Under the top combat talent and high-intensity life-and-death combat, you have integrated the fighting techniques of various schools, and your combat skills have reached an astonishing height.]
[In the underground boxing matches, you finally manage to crush the entire audience. Your astonishing growth rate attracts the attention of the big boss behind the scenes. He has never seen a monster progressing as fast as you. He gives an extremely high evaluation: "An unmatched genius, must be used by me."]
[That same night, the behind-the-scenes boss Kingpinsends someone to find you, offering a high price to invite you to join his command, and gives you one day to consider. You reject the other party on the spot.]
Seeing that he has already started the Musou mowing mode in the underground boxing arena, Wen Bo cannot help clicking his tongue inwardly.
This Combat Master talent is simply too overpowered.
From a layman with zero practical combat experience, in just over twenty days.
He fought his way through the entire underground boxing arena all the way, trampling all those veterans who had struggled for many years under his feet.
You must know that those who can fight here are basically ruthless characters with some real skills.
To achieve an overtake and even crushing in such a short time.
This growth rate is indeed like a monster.
Wen Bo's eye twitched slightly.
The gold content of the purple talent, today he has finally witnessed it thoroughly.
Continuing to read, when he sees that the behind-the-scenes boss is Kingpin.
The doubts in his heart are also resolved accordingly.
No wonder the Water in this underground boxing arena is so deep, and it's full of a bunch of tough guys.
Turns out it's a venue set up by Kingpin.
The name Kingpin is simply thunderous in New York's underground world.
He is the undisputed underworld emperor of New York, with eyes reaching the skies, and even has intricate ties with the political world.
Year round acting as the number one mortal enemy of superheroes like Spider-Man and Daredevil.
Securely sitting at the top of New York's villain pyramid.
Only such a power-abundant bigwig could piece together a top-tier black boxing match gathering so many experts.
And Kingpin's evaluation of him also sideways corroborates the terrifying nature of Combat Master.
To make a bigwig of Kingpin's tier feel shocked, and even give an evaluation of "an unmatched genius", is definitely not an easy thing.
Kingpin himself is a combat madman.
His daily pastime is single-handedly fighting a group of top martial artists, with every move fatal.
He can rely on a pure mortal body to hard-resist the freakish strength of mutant heroes like Spider-Man.
This is enough to show that in terms of combat skills and physical polishing, Kingpin has already reached the pinnacle.
The experts and geniuses he has seen in his life are as numerous as ox hair.
But he was still shocked by Wen Bo's performance.
Wen Bo even suspects that although this Combat Masteris marked purple, its actual effect is estimated to have touched the threshold of a golden talent.
However, regarding the olive branch thrown out by Kingpin, Wen Bo chose to resolutely refuse in the simulation.
This also completely matches his own personality.
First, in his past life, he was a capitalist who gave orders.
Living another life, asking him to be a lackey for others and look at people's faces every day to act, he absolutely cannot do it.
Secondly, although he doesn't consider himself a great philanthropist, he doesn't need to follow Kingpin to do those conscience-less deeds.
Kingpin is a veritable underworld emperor.
His hands are stained with who knows how many human lives, and all he does are businesses of killing and looting, smuggling and drug trafficking.
Emotionally and rationally, it is impossible for him to work to the death for such a person.
He continues to read.
Chapter 7: Living Off a Woman with Pride, Relying on the Father-in-Law to Survive First
[Day 23: The underground boxing matches no longer have any training effect on you, so you decide to stop participating. Because you are covered in injuries from consecutive days of fierce fighting, you have yet to repay Gwen. Tonight, you plan to make up for this regret.]
[However, Kingpin personally comes to your door. He throws down five hundred thousand dollars in cash and gives you two choices: either take the money and work for him, or die. You reject him without hesitation. Kingpinimmediately attacks.]
[Facing Kingpin, who is built like a mountain and possesses peak fighting skills, you are completely outmatched. After barely lasting ten moves, you are severely injured and fall to the ground.]
[Kingpin does not deliver a fatal blow; he coldly states that he will give you one more day. If you still refuse tomorrow, he will crush you. In the evening, Gwen comes to find you. Seeing you severely injured and coughing up blood, she hastily calls an ambulance and sends you to the hospital.]
Seeing that he had already dominated the entire arena, it was only natural for him to withdraw from the boxing matches.
But Wen Bo never expected.
That a big shot of Kingpin's caliber would actually pay him a personal visit just to recruit him.
Throwing down half a million dollars right away, his attitude was tyrannical to the extreme—comply or be eliminated.
Seeing this.
Wen Bo's brow furrowed deeply.
Kingpin was not only incredibly powerful, comparable to a mutated Superhuman.
But he also held a massive underworld empire and vast resources in his hands.
More importantly, the guy was ruthless and never left any loose ends.
When he saw the process of their fight, his pupils contracted instantly.
Ten moves!
With his strength that swept through the entire underground boxing gym.
He couldn't even last ten moves against Kingpin and was instantly defeated!
This was an outcome he had never dreamed of.
He knew Kingpin was a formidable fighter who could go toe-to-toe with Superhumans.
But he thought that with his current fighting level, even if he couldn't win, he could at least hold his own for a bit or even escape unscathed.
Instead, he was one-sidedly ground into the dirt by his opponent.
Calming down slightly and thinking about it, Wen Bounderstood the gap between them.
He was indeed strong now, but his physical fitness was still locked within the limits of a "normal human."
Meanwhile, Kingpin's size and strength had completely broken through human physiological limits, with half a foot already in the extraordinary realm.
The chasm between an ordinary person and the extraordinary.
Was far wider than he had imagined.
...
The one-day consideration period given by Kingpin was like a guillotine hanging over his head.
When tomorrow came.
If Wen Bo did not nod and agree to join his underworld empire, his only end would be death.
Wen Bo frowned.
Logically speaking, a wise man does not fight against impossible odds.
To save his life, his simulated self would definitely bow his head temporarily and placate Kingpin first.
He didn't consider himself an inflexible saint; facing such a life-and-death crisis, compromising was always better than throwing his life away for nothing.
But the feeling of being forcibly ground under someone's boot was definitely unpleasant.
Especially after being beaten so severely that he coughed up blood.
This debt would definitely be recorded. Once his wings were fully grown, he would repay it a hundredfold.
Most importantly, on the twenty-fifth day.
The fate-altering Mutated Spider incident was about to happen.
As long as he successfully survived the mutation and gained the same superpowers as Spider-Woman, he would have the confidence to go toe-to-toe with Kingpin.
Even if he couldn't instantly kill him in return, he would at least have the capital to protect himself.
After all, the boost from spider powers was all-encompassing. Especially in the later stages when his strength fully awakened, tearing Captain America apart with his bare hands wouldn't even be an issue.
Therefore, before that, he absolutely could not fall on the twenty-fourth day.
At this thought, Wen Bo's heart couldn't help but leap into his throat.
If he died so unjustly at Kingpin's hands without even touching the edge of the mutation, it would be a massive loss.
The text on the simulation panel continued to refresh.
Wen Bo focused his gaze.
[Day 24: Your horrific injuries terrify Gwen. She runs home crying and begs her father, the Director, to thoroughly investigate this matter.]
[Captain George is furious upon learning that his precious daughter has been taken by some guy, his beard bristling with rage. Nevertheless, he uses his police resources to pull up the surveillance footage of the road where the incident occurred.]
[Captain George quickly uncovers the whole story, learning that you were brutally beaten because you refused the recruitment offer of the underworld overlord, Kingpin. Your backbone in daring to say "no" to Kingpindeeply surprises Captain George. Your action of holding the line and refusing to associate with the gang makes him view you in a whole new light.]
[That very day, Captain George deploys a large number of police officers to set up 24-hour surveillance around the hospital. Faced with tight police protection, Kingpin cannot find an opportunity to strike for the time being. Considering Captain George's influence in the police force, Kingpindecides to temporarily back off.]
[For the next period of time, your situation is relatively safe. Severely injured and bedridden, you mark down a blood debt against Kingpin in your heart. You swear that as long as there is an opportunity, you will make Kingpin pay the price.]
After reading the simulation record for Day 24.
Wen Bo's hanging heart finally settled down.
He had successfully gotten through this hurdle.
It was just that the way this crisis was resolved surprised him somewhat.
He hadn't expected that the one who would step up to protect him in the end would actually be this cheap father-in-law whom he had never even met.
He really had to properly repay Gwen...
No, properly thank Gwen.
From the simulation's process, this girl Gwen was truly devoted to him.
Not only did she take care of him in every detail, but she also didn't hesitate to use her family connections to protect his safety.
Wen Bo smacked his lips.
Did this count as living off a woman with pride?
Relying on his cheap father-in-law's official protection, he temporarily escaped Kingpin's death threat.
But this was only a temporary measure. A ruthless character like Kingpin would not swallow this insult so easily.
Once the heat died down, the other party would definitely make a comeback.
However.
As long as he survived until the twenty-fifth day.
Things would be different.
The simulation continued, and text kept appearing.
Chapter 8: Golden Child of Destiny, Reversing a Dead End!
[Day 25: Today, your class organized a visit to a biotechnology company. As an injured person, you should have stayed in the hospital to recuperate. However, you chose to pull out your IV drip, snuck out of the hospital, and made your way all the way to the biotech company.]
[As soon as you entered, you saw Gwen about to be bitten by that Mutated Spider. You rushed forward, hugged Gwen, and positioned your arm in the way, letting the Mutated Spider bite you too.]
[Your sudden appearance caught Gwen completely off guard. Distressed, she blamed you for running around. You casually lied and said it was because you missed her too much. Hearing this, Gwen was filled with joy, and her gaze toward you grew even more tender.]
[Soon, Gwen began to show adverse reactions, breaking out in a cold sweat. You quickly hailed a cab and took her home. Captain George happened to be home, and he stared at you as if guarding against a thief. He also mentioned that Kingpin's side was quiet for the time being, telling you not to worry too much.]
[Right at that moment, the Mutated Spider's toxin erupted within your body. You felt a wave of intense dizziness, cold sweat soaking your clothes, and your face turned deathly pale. You quickly left Gwen's house and rushed back.]
[Because you looked like an addict suffering from withdrawal at that moment, the taxi drivers on the road didn't dare to pick you up. You could only drag your heavy body, walking step by step back to your low-rent apartment, as passersby actively avoided you.]
[After returning home, you really couldn't withstand the intense pain. Your vision went black, and you passed out cold.]
Seeing the very first sentence, Wen Bo's heart sank halfway.
The entire class went to the biotechnology company, while he, the unlucky bastard, was the only one lying in the hospital.
Just when he thought he was going to completely miss the Mutated Spider this time...
...the plot took a sudden turn.
His simulated self had actually forcefully pulled out the IV drip, snuck out of the hospital, and forced his way into the scripted event.
One could tell from this action.
In the simulation, he carried the memories of the previous deduction.
He knew clearly that the key to changing his fate was hidden in the biotechnology company, so he had to fight for it even if it killed him.
This was very satisfying!
Wen Bo nodded in satisfaction.
As expected of himself, never dropping the ball at crucial moments!
He really liked this style of keeping his destiny in his own hands.
The subsequent development went very smoothly.
He successfully intercepted the opportunity and got bitten by the Mutated Spider.
Most importantly, he didn't drop dead on the spot this time!
Wen Bo's eyes instantly burned with excitement.
Without a doubt.
It was the golden talent [Child of Destiny] at work.
It had forcefully helped him defy fate and block the certain-death outcome.
But the real highlight was yet to come.
Since he didn't die.
There were only two possibilities for what would happen next.
Either a low-probability severe disability.
Or the one-in-a-million jackpot—genetic recombination, awakening spider superpowers!
Wen Bo held his breath.
Whether the golden brand [Child of Destiny] was actually useful would depend on the next part of the plot.
If the gamble paid off.
He would be completely reborn, leaping from an easily manipulated nobody straight to a superhuman!
He stared intently at the system panel.
Lines of deduction text refreshed one after another.
The text on the deduction panel stabilized.
[Day 26: The old alarm clock rang on time in the early morning. Half-asleep, you reached out to press the off button, only to hear a crisp crack. The plastic casing, along with the internal parts, was instantly crushed to pieces.]
[You sat up abruptly, all sleepiness gone. To your pleasant surprise, you realized that you had successfully awakened spider superpowers! Your entire skeleton surged with boundless strength, and your hands and feet could cling to vertical walls at will.]
[You didn't even need to rely on mechanical web-shooters; the insides of your wrists could directly shoot high-tenacity spider silk. You found a hidden corner to test your wrist strength; your current maximum arm strength was around seven tons.]
[You knew in your heart that the mutation had only just begun, and your potential was far from fully tapped. According to the original plan, you wanted to immediately go find Kingpin to settle the old score.]
[Considering that Kingpin could go head-to-head with a standard Spider-Man, you decided to bide your time for now, continuing to lie low and hone your body.]
Watching the deduction results, Wen Bo's heart finally settled, and he couldn't help but pump his fist hard.
It worked!
The golden god-grade talent [Child of Destiny] was indeed reliable.
It had forcefully turned a certain-death poisoning outcome into a jackpot of genetic leap.
This was the true power of a golden talent.
Wen Bo rubbed his hands together, his heart blooming with joy.
The superpowers obtained in the system deduction could be synchronized and manifested into his real body once the simulation ended.
In other words, once this round of deduction finished running, he would possess real spider superpowers.
In a world full of villains from Marvel and The Boys, he finally had the capital to secure his survival.
Wen Bo looked at the data on the panel.
Initial limit strength of seven tons.
An output of seven tons was already enough to kick a heavy pickup truck like a soccer ball, but this was merely the seedling stage.
Spider-Man had always carried the nickname "Little Hulk" in the American comics circle.
A newly debuted standard Spider-Man's strength was generally around fifteen to twenty tons.
Following systematic development and combat tempering, his standard output could reach over fifty tons, and even higher when his emotions went out of control.
By contrast, Steve Rogers, who was injected with the Super Soldier Serum, had a standard strength of only around three to ten tons, with his upper limit basically locked.
On the other hand, with the spider lineage, as long as one ate and trained more, they could easily cross the fifteen-ton threshold.
The reason Kingpin could pin Captain America to the ground and beat him, besides his peak martial arts, was mainly due to his non-human, terrifying monstrous strength, with pure physical output also around ten to fifteen tons.
This was also why the early Spider-Man struggled to fight Kingpin, but in the later stages, he could easily slap him in the face.
Because Spider-Man was growing, while Kingpin's human physical body had an upper limit.
His simulated self only had seven tons of strength; rashly going to challenge Kingpin to a duel would still most likely result in failure.
Playing it safe and lying low to develop was the most correct way to solve the problem.
[Month 4: After continuous high-intensity development, your maximum arm strength has skyrocketed to fifteen tons! Under the influence of [Combat Master], your fighting moves have become even more fierce.]
[This month, a "Spider-Woman" wearing a black-and-white suit appeared on the streets of New York. You could tell at a glance that she was Gwen.]
[Your interactions with Gwen have become more and more frequent. You found that her movements have become exceptionally light and flexible, and she was also surprised by your seemingly bottomless, abundant physical stamina.]
[Gwen does not know your true trump card. Knowing deeply that a strong physique is the cornerstone of prolonged combat, you have trained even harder.]
Wen Bo raised an eyebrow as he looked at the time span.
After exceeding one month, the system stopped reporting day by day and directly advanced by the month.
In three months' time, his pure strength had doubled from seven tons to fifteen tons.
This rate of growth was quite pleasing.
A monstrous strength of fifteen tons had already touched the standard baseline of the orthodox Little Spider.
Against ordinary street villains, he could basically walk all over them.
His simulated self was in no hurry to settle scores with Kingpin and still kept a low profile.
Wen Bo highly agreed with this strategy.
Kingpin was not a lone wolf; he had crowds of heavily armed mercenaries under his command.
Being a bit more steady would prevent him from slipping up in an unexpected place.
As for the subsequent description regarding Gwen's flexibility...
Wen Bo's mouth twitched.
Every line was heavily implying frequent "interactions."
This damn system really had no intention of leaving him with any clean image.
He sighed and continued scrolling down.
[Month 7: Along with day after day of extreme weight training, your strength has broken through the twenty-ton mark. Feeling that your trump cards are still not solid enough, you have decided to suppress your thoughts of revenge a bit longer and continue to tap into your physical potential.]
[This month, through a strange combination of circumstances, you got a ticket to the Vought Company's superhero promotional tour fan meeting, and met Homelander up close.]
[Under the frantic warning of your Spider-Sense, the terrifying aura radiating from Homelander made your breathing stall—he is unfathomable and absolutely matchless!]
[In the crowd, the mature and charming Queen Maevenoticed you, your handsome face making her eyes light up. After the event, Maeve sent her assistant to quietly hand you a private note with her hotel room number on it, which you decisively tore up and rejected.]
[After seeing the apex predator, the sense of crisis in your heart surged dramatically, and your training intensity doubled once again!]
Chapter 9: Thirty Tons of Monstrous Strength Credited, Homelander is Jealous
Looking at the twenty-ton limit strength displayed on the panel, Wen Bo's mouth curved into a satisfied smile.
The stronger he was in the simulation, the more benefits his real-world self would receive during the upcoming settlement.
However, seeing that even with twenty tons of output, he still hadn't gone to settle accounts with Kingpin, Wen Bocouldn't help rubbing his temples.
Good grief, this guy was way too good at playing it safe.
Twenty tons of strength was already enough to throw cars around like shotputs for fun, yet his simulated self managed to suppress his temperament and continue training hard.
This steady mindset truly inherited his true essence.
As for seeing Homelander later, Wen Bo narrowed his eyes slightly.
The highest power ceiling in the Black Robe world finally made an appearance in the deduction.
Under the frantic packaging of the Vought Company, Homelander was crafted into the most dazzling super idol in America and even globally.
His daily work consisted of starring in movies everywhere, going on talk shows, and receiving the worship of fans, with an astonishingly huge reputation.
Because he carried the star label, it was actually not difficult for ordinary people to see him.
As long as one bought a ticket to a fan meeting or a new movie promotion event, they could observe him up close.
Moreover, Homelander in the early stage cared about his public image; at least in places illuminated by the spotlight, he would not go crazy in public.
Therefore, going to participate in the activities did not pose much danger on the surface.
This was also the reason why his simulated self dared to buy tickets to join in the excitement.
Wen Bo admired his own guts a bit.
Beneath Homelander's bright and handsome smiling face hid a soul distorted to the extreme.
A giant infant mentality, Oedipal tendencies, and treating human lives like blades of grass.
Relying on his terrifying divine power that no one could restrict, he had done who knows how many conscience-less dirty deeds in private.
At night, he would even run to the edge of the Vought Tower's rooftop and make absurd gestures toward the entire city.
This fellow was an unadulterated high-risk hotshot.
Of course, what concerned Wen Bo the most was the fatal sense of crisis transmitted by the Spider-Sense.
Facing Homelander, it actually produced an oppressive feeling of being unable to breathe, and his heart even directly judged him as unbeatable.
This showed that the combat power of the two was completely not a product of the same dimension.
A twenty-ton grip strength was an immortal in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of Homelander, it was most likely just a large-sized toy.
This was also very normal.
No matter how much readers mocked Homelander as a low-configuration version of Superman, he was still a low-configuration version of Superman.
As long as he touched upon Superman's template, his combat power wouldn't be low anywhere.
In the movie, he was mocked for not even being able to hold up an airplane, not because his strength was insufficient, but because he lacked a bio-electric field for protection.
The stress-bearing area of his two palms was too small, and forcing himself to lift it would only puncture the fuselage directly.
Just like a person using two toothpicks to pick up a large piece of tofu, the tofu would shatter into pieces first.
Wen Bo clearly remembered the original setting: Homelander had once hard-resisted a million-ton-equivalent destructive mega-explosion, and his entire body was almost completely undamaged.
This level of physical defense was definitely an existence that could walk sideways among conventional combat powers on Earth.
The Marvel World was already chaotic enough, and stuffing such an arbitrary psycho into it directly maxed out the survival difficulty.
No wonder his simulated self immediately doubled his training plan after being stimulated.
As for Queen Maeve secretly slipping a small note, Wen Bo reached out and rubbed his chin.
Being too handsome really attracted trouble.
Queen Maeve's persona was similar to Wonder Woman, possessing a robust physique and extraordinary endurance.
However, Wen Bo completely understood why his simulated self chose to refuse.
Maeve's figure was indeed tall and athletic, but her appearance was really not his cup of tea.
If it were replaced by the genuine Wonder Woman herself coming over to pass a note, this matter might have taken another direction.
Wen Bo reined in his thoughts and continued to look at the deduction log.
[Ninth Month: Under high-intensity frantic training, your limit strength soared to twenty-seven tons! Your actual combat skills became increasingly proficient.]
[Waiting hard for months, Kingpin finally could not suppress his murderous intent, dispatching his top ace sniper to assassinate you. You were no longer the Amun of the past.]
[Under the advance warning of the Spider-Sense, you easily sidestepped to avoid the fatal bullet, and backhanded the sniper to death on the spot.]
[You began searching for Kingpin's secret strongholds all over New York, trying to completely resolve him, but found nothing.]
[After learning that you dodged bullets with your physical body and counter-killed the assassin, Kingpin gave birth to a desire to retreat, directly cutting off all contact and hiding.]
Dodging a sniper rifle's assassination with the physical body.
Wen Bo clicked his tongue in wonder.
Spider-Sense combined with extraordinary reflex nerves made for an absolute top-tier life-saving ability.
Now the offense and defense had reversed.
On the contrary, Kingpin was scared into becoming a turtle with its head retracted, not even daring to show his face.
Wen Bo continued to look down.
[Eleventh Month: After day-and-night unremitting hard training, your limit strength officially broke through thirty tons!]
[After months of unremitting tracking, you finally dug out the underground bomb shelter where Kingpin was hiding. After a fierce battle, you completely smashed and killed the villainous Kingpin.]
[However, just as you finished your revenge, Homelander, whose eyes were filled with malice and jealousy, suddenly descended from the sky. The crimson high-temperature beam instantly penetrated your body, and you died on the spot.]
[This simulation has ended! Survival time: eleven months; simulator cooling countdown: eleven hours!]
[This simulation rating is: A-Rank]
[Since the rating reached A-Rank, you can choose to solidify a purple or below purple talent into your real body!]
[Please select one of the three talents to retain; the next deduction will definitely refresh!]
[Extracting the results of this simulation into the real host's body!]
The panel text finished flashing.
Boom!
An unprecedentedly violent heat flow appeared out of thin air, pouring directly down from the top of the head into the meridians of the whole body.
Wen Bo's entire person suddenly shook.
Continuous subtle crisp sounds emanated from his limbs and bones, and his body's muscle fibers and bone density were undergoing Earth-shaking restructuring and reinforcement.
After a mere dozen seconds or so.
The heat flow completely integrated into the flesh and blood.
Wen Bo slowly raised his hands, feeling the surging energy flowing within his body.
A full thirty tons of pure physical explosive force.
This was a tyrannical realm that mortals simply could not imagine.
Now, with just a casual punch, he could easily blast and collapse the thick load-bearing brick wall beside him.
Even more miraculously, his control over every fraction of his strength was extremely precise.
There was no out-of-control embarrassment of crushing the floor or pinching doorknobs to pieces after a surge of strength.
Because this thirty tons of divine power was polished step by step by him in the simulated life, the muscle memory had long been deeply branded into his soul.
Immediately following.
Countless fighting techniques and lethal moves flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, directly integrating into his instincts.
Having trained hard for nearly a year under the blessing of the purple talent, his fists and kicks had long reached a mastery level of thorough integration and great accomplishment.
From an ordinary young man who only knew wild, unrefined punches, he transformed in the blink of an eye into a top martial arts grandmaster proficient in combat.
Wen Bo shook his wrists and let out a long breath of foul air.
Holding thirty tons of monstrous strength coupled with spider superpowers, he had finally truly gained a foothold on this chaotic land.
However, when he saw the system score clearly, his brow still furrowed slightly.
A-Rank rating.
He was just a little short of getting an S-Rank.
If it weren't for Homelander suddenly cutting in, and relying on the combat results of killing Kingpin to keep playing it safe, this time there was a high probability he could have rushed to S-Rank.
Now with only A-Rank, it meant he could only solidify a purple talent.
He must continue to retain the golden talent.
There were only three retention opportunities in total, and now only two were left.
Wen Bo calmed down and began to analyze the cause of death.
Why would Homelander suddenly come knocking to kill him?
Moreover, the system description used "eyes filled with malice and jealousy".
A flash of inspiration crossed Wen Bo's mind, and he instantly grasped the key point.
He and Homelander had only met once in their lives, with no grievances or enmity.
There was only one possibility for things that could make that giant infant produce feelings of jealousy.
Queen Maeve's small note!
Homelander had always regarded Maeve as his exclusive appendage, with a possessiveness that was perversely strong.
If he let him know that his former woman actually took the initiative to show goodwill to a young, handsome Asian youth, and even wanted to develop further—
That giant infant would definitely have his defense broken instantly.
Homelander most likely learned about this matter through some channel, followed the vine to track him down, and directly dealt a fatal blow to vent his anger.
Having figured this point out, Wen Bo was somewhat between laughter and tears.
Turns out looking too handsome was also a death warrant.
Wanting to avoid this dead end was actually very simple: in the next deduction, he would absolutely not participate in any star activities, and the further away from Vought Company people, the better.
Wen Bo reined in his mind and began to operate the settlement rewards.
Chapter 10: Brutally beating up street hooligans, Gwenwatches in a daze.
"Solidifying talent [Combat Master]."
[Purple talent [Combat Master] has been solidified into the physical body in reality, and will randomly appear in the deduction card pool in the future.]
The moment the command was issued.
Wen Bo felt his brain become even clearer and more transparent, and his understanding of limb exertion and fighting angles improved by another notch.
Next was talent inheritance.
"Retaining golden talent [Child of Destiny]."
[Golden talent [Child of Destiny] successfully retained, remaining inheritance times: 2. It is guaranteed to appear in the next deduction.]
All done and dusted.
Having survived for eleven months, the simulator needed a full eleven hours to cool down.
Outside the window, the night was thick, and the streets were dead silent.
Wen Bo yawned, turned over, and lay down on the bed.
Pulling the blanket up, he fell soundly asleep.
...
The next morning.
Wen Bo woke up from the bed, his bones emitting a series of crisp cracking sounds all over his body.
After washing up and changing into a clean hoodie, he shouldered his schoolbag and slowly walked out the door, heading to school as usual.
His identity as an eighteen-year-old high school student was still his current disguise.
Walking down the hallway of Brooklyn High School, several passing girls along the way couldn't help turning their heads to look at him frequently.
There was no help for it; after his body was enhanced and his genes recombined, his facial features were deep and distinct, his height shot up to over 1.82 meters, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree.
He was strikingly handsome.
Walking into the senior-year classroom, Wen Bo went back to the corner seat by the window and sat down.
He was actually very curious about what Gwen Stacy looked like in the real world.
Soon, the crisp preparatory bell spread through the hallway.
The head teacher led a blond young girl through the classroom door.
The girl had a delicate and White oval face, her expression carrying a hint of aloofness, and a head of brilliant gold wavy long hair draped over her shoulders.
The corners of her eyes lifted slightly, naturally revealing a hint of captivating charm.
On her upper body was a simple light-colored casual jacket, and on her lower body were slim-fit jeans, which outlined full curves full of charm.
She was a top-tier stunner who maximized head-turns.
Wen Bo's mind instantly conjured up how she would look wearing a tight-fitting battle suit in the future.
For any man with a normal mind, most would probably be dazed.
The teacher on the podium clapped their hands and introduced with a smile: "This is a new classmate who just transferred to our class, Gwen Stacy, everyone should get along amicably."
As the words fell.
The boys in the classroom craned their necks one by one, and even the gazes of many girls were firmly attracted.
Looking at the blonde girl standing on the podium, Wen Bofinally understood why he in the simulator behaved so uselessly.
This really couldn't be blamed on a lack of willpower; it was purely because the other party's assets were too abundant.
Men will be men, the ancestors truly did not deceive me.
However, Wen Bo did not stare at her the whole time.
During the morning's classes, most of his energy was focused on mastering his new power.
Thirty tons of pure physical explosive force was a walking mega-disaster among mortals.
A casual punch could smash a heavy truck flat.
Holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, he repeatedly adjusted the precision of his muscle exertion, having to achieve complete freedom of control to avoid accidentally crushing the tables and chairs.
...
Time passed quickly.
The afternoon dismissal bell rang.
Wen Bo carried his single-shoulder bag out of the school gate, catching a distant glimpse of Gwen's figure leaving alone.
Next was the critical moment to verify the simulator's prediction of the future.
Wen Bo walked unhurriedly behind.
The two people's routes home were completely identical.
When passing through a secluded red-brick alley, noisy footsteps came from ahead.
Seven or eight small hooligans with flashy tattoos all over their arms swarmed up from the corner, blocking the exit of the alley.
These fellows looked roguish, their eyes scanning back and forth over Gwen, chewing gum in their mouths with malicious intent written all over their faces.
Law and order on the streets of New York had always been a mess, and the punks in the lower-class neighborhoods were even more daring.
There were also two adult citizens passing by nearby.
Seeing a pretty girl being blocked, the two stopped and plucked up the courage to reprimand them.
"Stop! What kind of ability is it to bully a female student? If you don't let her go right now, we'll call the police!"
The hooligan leader was a stocky, bulky man.
He strode forward, kicked the speaking passerby straight in the chest into a muddy Water puddle, and brandished his switchblade while cursing profusely.
"Get lost! Mind your own damn business, keep talking nonsense and we'll poke a few holes in your bodies!"
The two passersby were frightened pale and scrambled out of the alley mouth.
Wen Bo stood a dozen steps away, quietly watching the scene before him.
The events in the deduction were replaying in the real world without a single error.
This meant that the future trend given by the simulator was one hundred percent true and reliable.
Since he could avoid risks in advance, his confidence in surviving became even greater.
Gwen, trapped against the wall, forcefully suppressed the panic in her heart, her back leaning against the cold brick wall as her fingers quietly felt for the flip phone in her pocket.
"I advise you to consider the consequences clearly. My father is Director George Stacy of the New York Police Department. If you dare to lay a hand, patrol officers all over New York will watch you to death."
Hearing this, several hooligans burst into laughter instead.
"The Director's daughter? Isn't that even more fun? We brothers hit the jackpot today."
They closed in with cheeky grins.
At this time, the onlookers had long since run away completely.
In the entire alley, besides this group of people and Gwen, only Wen Bo was left standing lonely in the middle.
This group of ruffians stopped in their tracks and froze for a moment.
Gwen was also stunned.
She had already noticed Wen Bo in class; after all, someone with a handsome appearance and outstanding temperament was always eye-catching.
Recognizing that this was her new classmate, a glimmer of hope flashed in Gwen's eyes, and she couldn't help shouting out: "Classmate! Help me!"
The stocky leader turned his head, glaring fiercely at Wen Bo: "Yellow-skinned kid, are you deaf? Before I change my mind, get the hell away!"
Wen Bo completely ignored this gang of clamoring punks.
He looked past the crowd at Gwen, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, smiling brightly.
"No problem, classmate Gwen."
"Ignorant of life and death bastards! Cripple this pretty boy for me!"
The leading brawny man roared.
Three hooligans holding iron pipes at his sides cursed and pounced forward.
Wen Bo's smile gradually turned cold, and he lightly spat out a famous quote: "There are two things I hate most in my life: one is people putting on airs, and the second is a bunch of trash blocking the middle of the road."
The moment the voice fell.
Wen Bo's entire aura underwent a heaven-and-earth turning transformation.
The previous second he was still an ordinary, sunny high school student.
The next second, a cold killing intent crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood exuded from his body, his gaze as fierce as two sharp steel blades.
The hearts of several pouncing hooligans beat wildly for no reason, their footsteps instinctively turning soft.
They vaguely felt that they seemed to have provoked a ruthless person who must absolutely not be provoked.
However, it was already too late.