Miracle Clinic.
One in the morning.
The first thing Lynn did after returning from Gotham was take a shower.
His trench coat reeked of explosions and the chemical odor of Venom from Bane's body.
After showering, he changed into a clean white coat.
Yes, he put on a white coat at one in the morning.
Wearing it made him feel safer than any combat gear ever could.
He sat behind the front desk and opened the system panel.
[Ding! Phase mission completed!] [Rewards issued: Reputation Points +150, Ability Forge enhancement attempts +1.] [Current Reputation Points: 760. Available Ability Forge attempts: 2.]
Seven hundred and sixty Reputation Points.
Two Forge attempts.
He glanced at his ability list.
All-Things Analysis—SS-rank, Fusion.
Super Senses—75%.
Healing Factor—60%.
Indestructible—65%.
Superhuman Strength—55%.
Combat and Infiltration—70%.
Super Soldier Physique—70%.
Seven abilities.
It was time for the second fusion.
He had long calculated the fusion path for Super Senses and Combat and Infiltration.
A sensory ability combined with a combat ability was expected to produce a "battlefield precognition" type of ability.
In battle, he would no longer need to use his brain to analyze an enemy's movements, calculate evasion routes, or predict attack trajectories—those things would become instinctive. As natural as breathing.
But he had experienced the pain of fusion before.
The last time he fused All-Things Analysis, he lay in the basement for six hours with blood running down half his face from his nose.
Was it worth it...
Of course it was.
A greater "patient" was coming.
He still remembered the system prompt he received after treating the mutant incident in Harlem District: Asgardian energy fluctuations were approaching Earth.
Thor.
If he could treat Thor, what level would the copied ability be?
The body of the God of Thunder.
But to treat an existence