Voluntary Test Subject

Henry thought he could slack off for a few days by making a difficult request. Unexpectedly, he was summoned to the Brotherhood of Mutants ' secret base the very next night. A group of people were there, not sleeping, waiting to see what would happen.

There was no other way but to change clothes and head out of the Sheep Cave Valley Laboratory.

The man talking to Magneto was wearing an expensive suit, but looked somewhat dirty and smelly.

Compared to him, however, the Black Super's image wasn't much better; his afro and braided beard were quite ridiculous. In particular, the number of braids he wore often changed—sometimes one, sometimes two, and sometimes three or five.

Magneto, seeing Black Super appear, immediately called out, "Black Super, come here. Let me introduce this volunteer to you. His name is Bill, Bill Johnson."

To avoid making the other person feel like a laboratory animal, Black Super stepped forward and greeted him, "Mr. Johnson, hello. I never expected anyone to volunteer to participate in Mutants experiments."

The strange appearance of the Black Super startled Bill Johnson for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and said, "I have nothing left. Gaining any superpowers might be my only way out."

"Having nothing?"

"I listened to some idiots who said the dot-com bubble was about to burst, so I put all my money into shorting dot-com stocks. Who knew those stocks would still skyrocket like Rocket. People like me are the real idiots."

... Poor kid. He actually believed right, just a year too early. This year is the last crazy period for internet stocks; the bubble won't start until next year.

This shows that you can't be invincible in the stock market and dare to go all in by knowing future trends. If you don't know the exact timing, you'll still be a victim of those big players.

Not knowing how to comfort the other person, the Black Super changed the subject, saying, "I believe the others have already told you all the precautions, and you know about the randomness of becoming Mutants, right? We can't control what abilities you get, or whether they're useful or not."

Bill Johnson, the middle-aged man, nodded and said, "I know more than that. But nobody told me if this experiment would hurt? I was thinking of jumping off the roof of our company building; apparently, you only feel it for a split second."

Well, no wonder he volunteered for the experiment. "The drug didn't cause any noticeable pain or make the animals lose control in the animal experiments," Black Super said.

"The stimulation of the brain is not primarily aimed at causing pain. Therefore, theoretically, no pain should be felt during the experiment."

"What If...? you experience any discomfort during the process, please let us know so we can respond promptly. Your safety is our top priority during the experiment."

Bill Johnson reached out to stop him, saying, "I know what this so-called experiment is all about. I just want to say, What If...? I can't take it anymore, give me a bullet."

After offering a few more words of comfort, a girl dressed as a nurse helped Bill Johnson to the experimental bed to begin preparations.

The man in Black Super approached Magneto and whispered, "How did you find this person? Is everything alright?"

"It was Selene who chose him—"

Following Magneto's words, Black Super looked at the flamboyantly dressed Black priestess.

Xiaoxiao was holding a Ta Lo, with the "The Hanged Man" card between her fingers. Black Super immediately understood how this person had been chosen.

"--Then Mystique stepped in and persuaded her."

When Magneto mentions Mystique, he is referring directly to the nurse who is strapping Bill Johnson to the bed.

There were so many things to complain about that Black Super didn't know where to begin, so he simply kept quiet. He went to Bill Johnson's side, and the dejected middle-aged man nervously asked, "Was it really necessary to tie me up like this?"

"There's absolutely no need. Nurse, please untie Mr. Johnson's restraints. This isn't some evil human experimentation site."

The subtle mockery made Mystique, disguised as a nurse, glare fiercely at the Black Super in sunglasses before slowly and deliberately untying the restraints that had been binding him.

This action reassured Bill Johnson somewhat.

Black Super took a dose of X-Gene inducing agent from the laboratory's refrigerator, injected it into a syringe, and returned to the middle-aged man's side, asking, "Ready?"

Although she seemed a little hesitant, Mystique, disguised as a nurse, held Bill Johnson's hand tightly, her eyes full of encouragement.

If the Brotherhood of Mutants to use even more brutal methods, they could easily have mind-controlled their targets. Selene was capable of contending with Professor X even during periods of low power, should be able to do just that now that her powers have returned.

However, they still used the most basic methods to persuade the other party and strengthen their confidence. Poor and ignorant Bill Johnson, encouraged by a lovely young nurse, let go of his unnecessary anxiety and nodded, saying, "I'm ready."

The Black Super then inserted a needle into a vein in the arm, injecting a specific dose of the X-Gene inducer. And then... nothing happened.

This caused the crowd, who had been holding their breath, to let out a long, deflated sigh. Seeing this, Bill Johnson asked in alarm, "Have I failed?"

"This is only the first step; it's too early to call it a failure." Black Super stepped aside, and Magneto's performance was about to begin.

Magneto placed his palm on Bill Johnson's forehead, attempting to adjust the magnetic field in the latter's prefrontal cortex and activate the X-Gene. He tried several times, until Magneto frowned and wore a pained expression.

Actually, Magneto's performance couldn't be described as satisfactory. When a doctor shows a troubled expression in front of a patient, doesn't that only make the patient more worried?

However, Magneto wasn't a doctor, nor did he have that kind of mental preparation. So he directly said to Black Super, "Precisely controlling the magnetic field and maintaining the same pattern isn't easy. It feels like if it deviates even slightly, all the previous efforts will be wasted."

Given Magneto's control abilities, precisely controlling magnetic field changes and maintaining the same high-intensity output shouldn't be difficult for him. However, having never done this before, it might be a bit too much for him to do all at once.

So Black Super designed a magnetic field adjustment helmet on the spot, which contained a large number of coils. No matter how the external magnetic field changes, this helmet can adjust the magnetic field to the same pattern to stimulate the inside.

He handed the design blueprints to Magneto and asked, "Can this be made? It should be helpful to you."

Magneto had also diligently studied the knowledge within his own capabilities. After a quick glance, he nodded and said, "It can be done, but how long will the effects of the drug in Johnson's body last?"

"The medication will remain effective until his body metabolizes it naturally, for about twelve to twenty-four hours. We need to draw blood regularly to monitor the blood drug concentration to determine the exact duration."

"I won't take that long, wait for me." Magneto walked into the warehouse of the secret base. A moment later, he came out with a strangely shaped helmet.

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