A minor local gang boss had his stomach blown open by a shotgun during a shootout, his intestines spilling all over the floor.
After paying $150,000 in cash and three high-purity gold bars,
Lynn used the Healing Factor copied from Punisher, along with a dose of tissue growth agent synthesized by the Stark Portable Lab Bench, to drag him back from death's door.
At that moment, the basement was filled with the strange mingled stench of disinfectant and blood.
Lynn was carefully wiping down the operating table, returning every instrument to its proper place.
His movements were meticulous, as though he had not just handled a man's internal organs, but a precision clock.
"Not bad. Not a loss."
Lynn watched the numbers flickering in the upper-right corner of his vision and calculated silently.
[Reputation Points change: +10 (High-Difficulty Surgery · Gang-Level Treatment). Current Reputation Points: 770.]
Combined with the reward from the earlier Bane incident, he was fairly well-off now.
Seven hundred and seventy Reputation Points—enough for two uses of the Ability Forge.
It was enough for another transformative enhancement.
Just as he was about to take stock of the exact uses of the Battlefield Domain he had just acquired, the entire system panel suddenly turned a blinding crimson without warning.
A piercing alarm sounded directly in his mind.
[Warning! A high-level, high-dimensional extraterrestrial energy entity has breached Earth's atmosphere! It is falling at high speed toward the North American continent!] [Energy level: S-rank (deteriorating)!] [Target locked: Desert region outside Puente Antiguo, New Mexico!]
Lynn's hand, which had been wiping the scalpel, froze.
A high-level extraterrestrial energy entity? S-rank?
A name flashed through his mind—Thor.
The plot had finally begun.
Almost at the exact moment the system alarm sounded, a black encrypted phone on the reception