Rescued Mutants

Somewhere, in an unidentified laboratory.

This time, the difference between Henry and his infant self after crossing over was that he already possessed an invulnerable Steel Body. That meant if those lab coats wanted to draw his blood or dissect him, they first had to find a way to break through Henry's body of steel and iron.

If he were still an alien, those humans naturally would have been helpless. But he was a Mutant now. Once they hung a Mutant Power-Suppression Collar around his neck, he became nothing more than a piece of meat.

But that did not mean humans had lost all interest in Henry's abilities. They could still come up with plenty of experiments to perform on this Mutant.

For example, they could put him over a fire and hold a human BBQ, seeing how much heat an invulnerable Mutant could withstand. Or they could use electricity to test how much voltage and current a human body could endure.

Noise tolerance, how long he could be suffocated, resistance to corrosive or poisonous gases... and so on. As long as it did not involve cutting him open, they could brainstorm endless ways to hurt him.

And to exhaust a person's ability to resist as much as possible, one thing was inevitable: hunger.

In this illusion world, he did not possess a Kryptonian physique. Naturally, Henry could not survive without food just by basking in the sun.

The tiny scraps of food provided by the laboratory, coupled with their rough treatment, often left Henry crawling on the floor and fighting the rats in his cell for his own meal.

Honestly, the treatment at the Red Empire's Siberian Alien Research Institute had been better than in this Mutant laboratory. There, aliens were assets. Here, Mutants were consumables...

Henry was not