On the day Yahoo went public, Chu Hang was sitting in his cheap apartment, staring at the computer screen like the most ordinary stock investor. The Nasdaq index on the screen was beating wildly, and every flash meant that astronomical amounts of wealth were flowing in the world. He was calm, neither excited nor nervous. This was never a gamble for him, just a math problem for which he already knew the answer.
When the stock price climbed to the peak in his memory, he lightly hit the enter key.
Sell.
After the operation was completed, the familiar six-digit string in the securities account turned into a new row of eight-digit numbers, twelve million U. S. dollars. This amount of money was enough to drive any ordinary person in the world crazy, but Chu Hang just turned off the computer, walked into Kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold water. To him, money was always just a tool, a tool that allowed him to complete another thing more freely.
He did not move or buy a sports car. He still lived in the dilapidated apartment where he could hear his neighbors quarreling. He divided the money into several parts and quietly invested it in several small Internet companies that had just started and were still working in his garage. One was called Amazon, and the other one is called Google. He knows exactly what kind of towering tree these humble seeds will bear in the future, growing into a huge number that he himself is too lazy to calculate. But it is no longer important.
What he needed was something else. Hunting season was here.
His first stop was New York. Instead of going to the bustling Manhattan, he rented an inconspicuous Ford and drove straight to Westchester County in the north. Deep in the vast forest, he found the He did not approach the legendary "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters" rashly. Even from a distance of dozens of kilometers, he could feel a huge spiritual power like an invisible dome, covering the manor gently but firmly. He knew that no lies could escape that power.
He needed a perfect opportunity, a moment that would not cause alarm.
He found a motel in a nearby town to stay, and his daily life consisted of driving to the mountain road near the school to observe. He used the Telepathy he had just mastered, like a clumsy thief, to carefully "listen" to those who accidentally came from the manor. The fragmented mental murmurs leaked from him. The laughter of the children, the teacher's teachings, and some deeper and more complex thoughts. Finally, he waited for an opportunity. The school organized students to go out for activities, and several yellow school buses lined up and drove out of the gate of the manor.
Chu Hang started the car and followed leisurely to the end of the convoy. At a right corner, he lightly stepped on the accelerator, causing an impeccable slight rear-end collision, and the bumper accurately kissed the rear of the last school bus.
No one was injured, and even the shaking was minimal. He immediately got out of the car with the panic and apology that an ordinary driver should have on his face, apologized repeatedly, and offered full compensation. The door opened, and a black woman with extraordinary temperament got off the school bus to deal with it, it was Storm Ororo. Just as she approached and asked him with concern whether he was injured, Chu Hang's body made a brief, almost imperceptible contact with her.
That's it now.
copy.
[Copied successfully. Ability acquired: Basic Atmospheric Control.]
At that time, Ororo was unconsciously maintaining the sunny weather around it, making this force the easiest target to be "copied".
He took out several hundred dollars in cash from his wallet as compensation, stuffed it into the other party's hands, then drove the Ford car with the front bumper tilted, and left New York without looking back.
His footsteps did not stop.
At the next stop, he went to the swamp of Louisiana to find the legendary gypsy who could turn playing cards into deadly bombs. He put on a hiker's outfit and pretended to be a lost tourist. At the campfire, he exchanged a bottle of good whiskey for the opportunity to drink with the other party. At the moment when the two glasses collided, the copy was quietly completed.
[Copied successfully. Ability acquired: Kinetic Infusion.]
He went to Chicago again. In a dark, humid underground boxing ring full of the smell of sweat and hormones, he saw the "Beast" who was covered in blue fur and as strong as an ape. He didn't He chose to go backstage and clumsily find an excuse to hug, which was too deliberate. He just bought the cheapest standing ticket. After the boxing match, he blended in with the noisy and chaotic crowd, and had a very natural pass with the figure dragging his tired body to the backstage.
[Copied successfully. Ability acquired: Superhuman Senses and Physique.]
He became more and more skilled, like a top hunter lurking in the shadows of the city. He was no longer obsessed with the top and core strategic abilities, but began to piece together a huge puzzle, bit by bit, collecting abilities that would make him more comprehensive, harder to track, and better at hiding.
The most critical hunt during this period occurred at Baltimore. He spent three months tracking a legend that had been circulating in the Mutants underground circle for a long time - a "ghost" who could transform into anyone. In the end, in an abandoned port warehouse, he blocked the woman with blue skin, red hair, and wary eyes like Wildcat.
Mystique Raven.
It was a real fight with no tricks. Raven's fighting skills far exceeded Chu Hang's imagination. Every blow she struck went straight to the vital point, and her body's flexibility and flexibility were simply not human. Chu Hang almost used all the fighting instincts she had honed on the battlefield to catch her wrist in a thrilling close fight.
[Copied successfully. Ability obtained: Form Mimicry.]
This was the most valuable ability he had gained in the years after he woke up. Without any hesitation, he transformed into Raven's appearance on the spot in the sight of Raven's shocked and distorted eyes. Then he calmly turned around and disappeared into the shadow of the warehouse. From that day on, he truly had the power to be in this world. The world can perfectly hide one's capital. He can be a street corner homeless man, a Wall Street white-collar worker in a hurry, or even a blond beauty with a hot body. Even if Nick Fury turns the entire S. H. I. E. L. D. upside down, there is no chance of finding another hair of his.
Time passed quietly for six years while hunting again and again.
In the past six years, he has been to many places, met many strange people, and collected a large number of strange abilities. For example, a girl who can chat with squirrels, and a man who can grow nails at a speed visible to the naked eye. These abilities may seem useless, but Chu Hang always accepts those who come. He has a vague hunch that the accumulation of quantity will sooner or later lead to a qualitative transformation.
His system was always in a slumbering state. The panel that read "Superpower Copier" had always been gray in the depths of his consciousness. However, the ability to copy once a week seemed to be engraved into his Soul Law and became an irresistible instinct. He did not need a system reminder. Every seven days, a "hungry" from the depths of Soul Law would come on time, driving him to find the next target.
He becomes stronger and stronger, and more and more lonely.
Until that late night in 2001.
Los Angeles, the cheap apartment he never changed.
Chu Hang sat cross-legged on the cold floor with his eyes closed. He was not meditating, but just emptying himself. In the past six years, he had collected too many abilities. His body was like an overcrowded warehouse, filled with all kinds of tools. He needed time to organize and become familiar with the usage and characteristics of each tool.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly.
It wasn't something he heard or saw. It was an irrefutable resonance that came from the deepest part of his blood. The Cosmic Energy in his body that had been silent for six years and had been docilely groomed by him, at this moment, completely boiled without warning.
Like a pot of water that was boiled instantly, violent energy rushed through his veins, bringing a burning and familiar tingling sensation. This feeling he will never forget in his life. Six years ago, in the hangar of Project Pegasus base, this was the feeling at the moment when Lightspeed Engine exploded.
He immediately stood up and walked quickly to the window. He did not look at the deserted street downstairs, but raised his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate the ceiling of the apartment, penetrate the thick atmosphere, and reach the endless starry sky.
His Energy Perception was pushed to an unprecedented limit at this moment.
He "saw" it.
In the dark background of the universe, a dazzling golden light point was forcibly crashing into the earth's gravitational range in an extremely brutal and unreasonable way. It was not a conventional aircraft at all, it was a pure, violent energy aggregate full of anger and confusion.
The fluctuation frequency of that energy was exactly the same as the power in his body.
Carol·Dan Vers.
She's back.
There was no expression on Chu Hang's face. Six years of loneliness and precipitation were enough to smooth out many things. He just "watched" the golden meteor quietly, drawing a gorgeous and fatal trajectory in the night sky, falling in a direction that he was extremely familiar with.
Mojave Desert. The ruins of Project Pegasus base.
He knew that she was back to find answers.
And he also needs an answer.
He slowly stretched out his right hand and spread his palm. A ball of golden light quietly lit up in his hand. It was stable, condensed, and pure, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the violent energy body in space.
"Welcome home, Captain." He whispered to himself.
The next second, the air around him was slightly distorted, and his whole figure was like a piece of sugar cube thrown into the water, quickly melting and disappearing into thin air.
The night of Mojave Desert is cold and silent.
The once heavily guarded Project Pegasus base now only has a vast expanse of broken walls. Under the cold moonlight, those twisted steel bars and broken concrete are like a huge abandoned skeleton, silently telling the glory of the past.
Boom!
A golden meteor, carrying a devastating momentum, hit the central square of the base hard. The huge impact set off a violent sandstorm, and countless Shatterstone and sand were thrown hundreds of meters into the sky, and fell like a heavy rain.
In the center of the smoke and dust, in a large pit several meters deep, Carol·Dan Vers slowly stood up. She was wearing a blue and green Kree Empire Starforce uniform, and her long golden hair danced wildly in the aftermath of the turbulent energy. Her eyes were full of confusion, anger, and a trace of sadness that even she could not detect.
She looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar ruins, and countless broken memory fragments flashed crazily in her mind, like sharp knives, giving her a splitting headache.
She couldn't think of anything.
She only knows that this place is very important to her. She has lost something here and gained something here.
"Who are you?"
At this moment, a strange voice came from the shadow not far away. The voice was calm and without any emotion, as if asking "How is the weather today?"
Carol turned around suddenly, and her fists were instantly wrapped in blazing golden energy. Her body subconsciously entered a fighting state, and her eyes were as alert as a lioness protecting her cubs.
"Come out!" she shouted sharply, her voice echoing in the empty ruins.
In the shadows, a man wearing a Black Noir windbreaker slowly walked out. He looked very young, with Black Noir hair, Black Noir eyes, and a clear oriental face. There was no energy fluctuation on his body, just like an ordinary person who accidentally stumbled into this place.
But Carol's combat intuition was screaming like crazy. She could feel that the seemingly harmless man in front of her was an extremely dangerous existence. His calmness was itself a silent threat.
"Who are you?" Carol asked again, his voice full of alertness, "Did Kree send you? Or was it Skrull?"
The man shook his head. He looked at Carol, and even had a faint smile on his face.
"None of them," he said, "I'm just a... passerby of the same kind."
"Same kind?" Carol frowned, not understanding what the other party was talking about.
The man didn't explain any more. He just slowly stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.
The next second, a ball of equally bright and dazzling golden light quietly bloomed in his palm. The fluctuation of energy, the pure breath originating from Cosmic Cube, and the rushing force of Carol The amount is exactly the same. The only difference is that the energy ball in his hand is as stable as a miniature star, while the energy in Carol is like a super Nova about to explode, violent and uncontrollable.
The moment she saw the ball of energy, Carol's pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme. For the first time, her face showed an expression of extreme shock.
How is this possible?!
How could there be another person in this world with the same power as her?!
In her mind, those memories that were forcibly instilled by Kree, those sayings that she was a unique superhero who had been gifted with power, collapsed at this moment, along with the light in front of her.
At the moment when two Cosmic Energy bodies with the same origin confront each other, each other's power resonates more and more strongly in the air.
In the deepest part of Chu Hang's consciousness, the gray panel that had been silent for six years suddenly flickered violently.
[High intensity homologous energy resonance detected...]
[External energy is being absorbed...]
[System energy starts to replenish...10%...30%...70%...100%...]
[Energy replenishment completed...]
[Restarting system core module...]
A cold and familiar flow of data, like a clear spring that returned after a long drought, flowed into his mind again. The feeling of reconnecting with the whole world made him feel so comfortable that he almost groaned.
[Restart successful.]
A crisp, emotionless electronic sound sounded clearly in his mind.
[[Superpower Copier], has come back online.]
[The novice protection period has ended.]
[New functional module unlocked: Capability Analysis.]
[The current copyable target is locked: Carol·Dan Vers.]
[It is detected that the target has multiple abilities, please select the option you want to copy:]
[1. Binary (Cosmic Energy control)]
[2. Super Power (Energy Amplification version)]
[3. Super endurance (Energy Amplification version)]
[4. Flying ability]
[5. Energy Absorption and Release]
In an instant, a long list of clear options, like a rich menu, clearly appeared in Chu Hang's consciousness.
Chu Hang looked at Carol·Dan Vers who was still in huge shock and could not extricate himself. The smile on his face became more playful.
Six years.
Finally, we can open again.
And this time, it started with a feast.