"What is... this?"
Boris looked at the test tube in front of him, baffled.
"Do you like reading comics?" Murphy asked. "I quite like them myself, but compared with the heroes' later exploits, what I enjoy most is their origin stories."
"Especially the origin stories of antiheroes."
"Born pure and good, only to be struck by sudden calamity, trapped in prison, mired in hardship, struggling every which way but always failing—then, just when they're disheartened and desperate, opportunity finally falls from the heavens. Only then can they rise with the tide and accomplish something great."
"It's all the same old routine, but it never gets old."
"Now, your story has reached its darkest hour."
"It's time for a turning point."
"And this is your turning point."
From who knew where, Murphy produced a syringe and drew the glittering blood from the test tube into it.
"This is True Blood of the blood clan," Murphy said. "It can turn you into a vampire. There are many drawbacks, such as not being able to go out during the day, being unable to sleep at night, fearing garlic, needing to live on blood, and so on. But it can also grant you certain abilities."
"It can make you extremely fast and give you better night vision than a feline's. At the same time, it will also give you very powerful regenerative abilities. Your wounds will heal quickly, and ordinary firearms will have a hard time killing you."
"In addition, you can also transform into a bat. You will be immune to the vast majority of germs and toxins and possess all the abilities of a bat."
"In short, you will become..."
"Batman?" Boris said in surprise.
"..."
Fine. Call yourself whatever you want.
Murphy handed the syringe over. "Whether you use it or