A Wild New World

Marvel Universe.

June 18, 1943.

United States, B12 secret military base.

Dr. Abraham Dr. Erskine, with his white hair, put down his pen, his haggard face unable to hide his excitement.

"Success! This is the truly perfect Super Soldier Gene Serum!"

He was originally a German biochemist who, after inventing the formula for the Super Soldier Serum, was recruited into Hitler's research team.

Having witnessed the cruel human experiments, Dr. Abraham felt uneasy and, in a premeditated move, conspired with Americans to escape to the United States.

The strange phenomenon that "foreign monks chant better sutras" is not unique to China.

Dr. Abraham was quickly given important responsibilities by the U. S. military, with ample manpower and funding.

He certainly lived up to expectations and quickly achieved results.

However, a seemingly perfect research result is meaningless before it is actually applied in clinical practice.

Abraham quickly sent the relevant application.

To his surprise, the U. S. high-level officials, who were usually rife with bureaucratic practices, responded quickly.

In just half a day, the higher-ups came in person to discuss the Super Soldier Project.

Dr. Abraham met with the person in charge of this matter.

The other person was a very young Asian man with black hair and black eyes, and a cynical smile on his lips, as if he didn't care about anything.

This surprised him somewhat.

You should know that the other party's epaulets have four silver stars branded on them!

This represents America general.

At the very top of the power pyramid within the entire U. S. military!

The next step up would result in only a handful of Five-Star General were temporarily appointed during wartime.

"They're way too young..."

Abraham inadvertently revealed his true feelings.

However, he never doubted that the other party's identity was fake.

The researchers around him, who were all of high rank, showed genuine admiration when they saw this young man.

He was completely baffled and couldn't understand why the other party had such a high military rank.

Military merits?

I have never heard of a similar genius general. The only one who fits the description of the German general Rommel is much older than the man in front of me!

A chaebol heir?

However, the other party exuded a sinister aura, and their temperament was not like that of someone else.

Amid Dr. Abraham's suspicions, an excessively young Asian general approached him, surrounded by a group of junior and mid-ranking officers.

He noticed that the young general, who seemed to have an impressive background, wore a nameplate with two Chinese characters written on it.

Abraham was a PhD in biochemistry, not a linguistic genius.

In his view, they were just two square characters, and he had no idea how to pronounce them.

"A Qing dynasty person?"

His eyes widened as he suddenly realized a serious problem.

The other person smiled and corrected the incorrect statement, "Chinese."

"You can call me King, or Flame. Don't pronounce my name in that weird tone, it's awkward."

At that moment, Abraham almost began to doubt whether God truly existed.

If God doesn't exist, why would such an unscientific thing happen?

"Don't dwell on this pointless question."

Wang Yan waved his hand and got straight to the point. "Let me see what exactly this Super Soldier Project, which Chester has placed so much hope in, is all about."

The secondary job, [Dimensional Traveler], not only allows him to freely travel between the Myriad Worlds, but also automatically grants him a "relatively high" social status in each new realm.

Abraham dared not delay and submitted the research data as quickly as possible.

He wasn't just a bookworm focused solely on research; he did have some emotional intelligence.

Seeing the nonchalant way the other person mentioned General Chester Phillips, he knew how he should treat this young general.

Wang Yan took over the data filing for the Super Soldier Project and quickly skimmed through it.

Often, groundbreaking scientific achievements are not so difficult or obscure; the most important thing is simply a spark of wild inspiration.

With enough relevant knowledge, you can understand it.

As a mild case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, after building the Main God Space and anchoring himself to the Marvel Universe, Wang Yan felt uneasy looking at the remaining five thousand Resource Points in his inventory. So he took them all out and exchanged them for knowledge in various fields.

He now holds 21 doctoral degrees and is proficient in numerous cutting-edge technologies, which is quite fitting for his status on Non-Magical Earth.

As Dr. Abraham watched Wang Yan quickly flip through the research materials, a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

This is the contempt of an intellectually gifted genius for ordinary people.

He didn't think the other person could understand these things.

Ultimately, I still need to explain it myself.

A person's energy is limited. The other person is so young, and it's already quite impressive that he was able to rise to a high position in the military.

Want to understand his research materials?

Let's study for another ten years!

However, the other party's performance far exceeded Dr. Abraham's expectations.

Wang Yan put down the research data in his hand and said expressionlessly, "The so-called Super Soldier are merely those who have reached the limits of what ordinary humans can achieve in various aspects."

Who do you think our future adversaries will be?

"Grandmaster of controlling metal and manipulating Mind Stone, an indestructible Hyper-Regenerator, a freak who can shrink to the size of an ant while retaining his original strength, an alien invader."

Abraham was somewhat unconvinced upon hearing this.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but Wang Yan interrupted him mercilessly, "I know what you want to say."

"Humans have existed for so many years, and there have always been a few lucky ones in the world. The extraordinary abilities brought about by Genetic Mutation are not universally applicable."

"And your Super Soldier Project can mass-produce low-budget versions of Superman, right?"

The Superman referred to here is not the Kryptonian from the DC Universe who can blow out the sun; it simply refers to a human being who is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Abraham sensed something strange about the young general in front of him.

He nodded, feeling very wronged.

"You have talent, but unfortunately you are too eager for quick success, which is not good."

Wang Yan adopted the lecturing tone of an elder, patiently guiding him. "If I'm not mistaken, the success rate of your plan is only about 83%, right? How can you mass-produce it if you can't achieve a 100% success rate?"

Dr. Abraham was startled.

He never mentioned this probability even once in the plan!

He even only calculated it in his mind and never mentioned it to anyone.

The other party actually understood his research materials and stored data!

It's worth noting that he used very obscure ancient Greek codes for some crucial data.

How could the other party so easily decipher the true content?

This...

That's incredible!

Wang Yan selectively forgot his past actions and shamelessly said, "Out of every hundred volunteers, fourteen will die meaninglessly and without value! Do you know what this means? Fourteen families will perish because of this! Or do you think deep down that the lives of ordinary volunteers are not worth mentioning?"

After being harshly criticized, Abraham lost even the last bit of pride he had left.

His lips trembled slightly, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a sentence: "But... Super Soldier can boost the morale of the army and enhance the overall combat capability of the America. military..."

Flame God was disdainful, and his tone arrogant. "Damn America, let those politicians die!"

"What I want is New World people understand each other, are considerate of each other, help each other, and are absolutely equal!"

(>▽>) There are still four watches of the night.