Character: Allen (2/10) Class: Lv. 0 Alchemist Skills: Lv. 0 Disassemble, Lv. 0 Refine Time: Hydra, 1940. Requirement: Reach Lv. 120 in current class to return to the original timeline.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
Allen kept blowing bubbles with his head submerged in the water.
Ha!
Before long, he raised his head for air, then plunged it back into the water.
Natasha held the steering bar and quietly watched him frantically fool around.
When Allen raised his head for air again, she asked expectantly, "How's my artificial turbocharger? Isn't it much faster?"
"The effect is excellent. Please continue."
Natasha was not about to expose him. She had finally gotten some peace and quiet, so she let Allen torture himself.
"I truly am an inventor. I've developed a human engine. Prototype One, ignite."
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
As the speedboat entered Soviet Union-controlled territory, it encountered the troops sent to receive them.
"Good evening, comrades."
Allen put on the air of a leader. "You've all worked hard."
Once the speedboat drew near, the Soviet Union men did not waste words. They put a cloth hood over Allen's head and took him straight to the interrogation site.
"Playing up the mystery, huh? Sounds thrilling. Are you going to use a honey trap? I've got great stamina, so please prepare ten women. If there are eleven beautiful women, I won't be able to resist confessing to everything."
Allen did not forget to add, "They have to wear lace-embroidered stockings. That'll boost my stamina by 300%."
At that moment, a soldier yanked off the hood, took a hemp rope from his pocket, tied several tight knots in it, and stuffed it into Allen's mouth, completely gagging him.
Mmph, mmph, mmph...
Allen could not make a sound with his mouth stuffed and his head covered again. He looked extremely anxious.
"Natasha, welcome back safely."
A middle-aged lieutenant colonel greeted her with a smile. A special medal on his uniform indicated that his status was far from ordinary.
"It is an honor to see you again, Director Karpov."
Natasha looked solemn and did not dare show the slightest negligence.
He belonged to the Soviet Union's highest security agency, known publicly by the famous abbreviation KGB. Spy and hero departments such as the Red Room and Red Guard were all under KGB management.
Karpov was one of the most prestigious officers among the younger generation.
"Did he display any suspicious behavior on the way back?" Karpov asked casually.
"No."
Natasha answered truthfully in a businesslike manner. "He may really be mentally ill."
"Mentally ill?"
Karpov's expression froze. He found it hard to believe that the Axis powers would lock a scientist up with a psychiatric patient.
"It's difficult to describe. Please judge for yourself, Director."
Natasha rubbed her brow. Recalling Allen's endless chatter gave her an instant headache. She even suspected that the Axis powers had locked him in the same cell as the scientists simply to torment them.
They arrived at the interrogation room.
Two interrogators were already waiting there.
It was a necessary procedure to prevent spies from infiltrating the Soviet Union.
They were especially concerned with scientific researchers. Should an incident occur, the resulting losses would be incalculable.
One of the so-called interrogators was actually a telepathic mutant who could sense through speech whether someone was lying.
At that moment, Allen sat in the interrogation chair, looking somewhat dejected.
Apparently, there would be no ten beautiful women conducting a physical and spiritual interrogation of him.
"Name?"
"Ode Wumu Weierweien Enyeer Tuwen Wei Wuwen Muben Ousas."
"..."
Allen's first words were astonishing.
Was that a fucking name?
That was a fucking spell!
"Your name?"
The interrogator repeated the question.
Allen calmly repeated, "Ode Wumu Weierweien Enyeer Tuwen Wei Wuwen Muben Ousas."
The mutant interrogator shook his head, indicating that Allen was not lying.
Wasn't it strange? How could Allen possibly have a name from the Odin Family?
It was because when he had secretly played on a computer at Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, he came across videos of Ode Biao hauling bananas across Africa. He unilaterally declared himself part of the Odin Family and vowed to one day live the life of hauling bananas on a bicycle.
They skipped that and moved on to the next question.
"What are your special skills?"
Special skills?
Allen looked between his legs, confidence blooming across his face.
The interrogator immediately cut him off. "I'm asking what you can do."
"I can conduct research and be researched," Allen said frankly.
The corners of both interrogators' mouths twitched.
Being researched counted as a skill?!
Allen was not lying. At Qingshan Rehabilitation Center, doctors studied him, while he thoughtfully helped other patients study their medical cases.
"What field is Doctor Wilson Duke an expert in?"
"Don't know him."
Allen countered, "Where is this?"
"You escaped together, yet you don't know?" The interrogator rubbed his forehead.
"They all left, so I followed them."
In truth, Allen had been confused all along. He had not even figured out when the operation began.
He did not know Dr. Zola, who had assigned the mission, at all.
The moment he arrived in this timeline, he had naturally joined Hydra under the principle of clinging to whoever had the thickest thigh.
Dr. Zola had spoken vaguely about the mission earlier, leaving Allen to run around with everyone else like a headless fly.
"This is the Soviet Union. You're safe now," the interrogator reassured him.
At that moment, Allen's expression turned resolute. "I am a young man raised beneath the red flag, with no ideals, no savings, and no partner. I am willing to become a brick for my motherland, to be moved wherever needed. Please use me to your heart's content."
"No, thank you," the interrogator decisively refused.
"I forge your dreams with my hands."
Allen raised both hands and deliberately lowered his voice.
The interrogation ended.
The interrogator simply could not handle Allen's train of thought and nearly fried his own CPU.
Of course, Allen passed the interrogation not only because he had not lied, but more importantly because of assistance from Hydra agents.
After a series of covert maneuvers by Hydra agents, Allen honorably entered the Weapons Development Bureau as a janitor.
At least he had secured an official post.
His daily work was simple: collect trash from every office, then gather it all together and burn it.
Sitting beside a pile of garbage, Allen studied his class panel.
Lv. 0 Disassemble: Can disassemble processed items and restore them to their original materials.
Lv. 0 Refine: Can refine and purify materials restored through disassembly.
"An alchemist is also a lifestyle class. Having grown weary of slaughter, I washed my hands of it long ago."
Allen reached into the back of his pants and took out The Blade of Redemption, which he had acquired in the previous timeline.
The question was, where had he hidden The Blade of Redemption?
Allen would never tell anyone that he had kept it clamped in the crack of his ass, held there over his underwear for hygiene reasons.
Allen believed that as long as he wanted to do something, nothing was impossible.
"Disassemble."
He stared intently at The Blade of Redemption, but after waiting a long time, nothing changed.
"Could the item level be too high?"
Allen then pulled a test tube of Serpent's Blood from under his armpit.
He had acquired it from The League of Assassins' base. At the time, he saw Hydra agents stealing some, so he casually stole a tube as well, thinking it might prove useful.
He tried disassembling the Serpent's Blood again, but the result remained unchanged.
"Oh no, oh no! Why has my magic stopped working?"
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