New York, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts, something is happening that is destined to change the world.
David, the lucky person Li Ge met in the Samsara Realm, is following the requirements of Li Ge to form his own Samsara Squad here.
Before that, let's introduce the specific situation of David.
David, the full name is David Copperfield, yes, it is so magical, just like the famous magician (actually the author can't think of a suitable name).
Living in a single-parent family, the father was an irresponsible scumbag who abandoned the mother and son early.
Fortunately, David's mother is a strong woman, and she found a suitable job, which has not made David suffer since she was a child.
However, David's mother was also a bit strict on him, which prevented him from learning bad things and made his character a bit simple.
The bleak autumn wind swept over the debris on the ground, including incomplete papers, dead grass and fallen leaves, as well as sand and dust, and some used snack packaging bags.
In the open space in the warehouse, there is a cleared area, and some abandoned machines are piled in the corner next to it.
On the open space, there is an old solid wood desk covered with insect corrosion marks.
Around the table, there are several old chairs, and several young figures are sitting on them discussing something excitedly.
The still warm Sun light was cast through the holes in the warehouse wall, and the suspended dust was illuminated clearly, and David's Mangekyō Sharingan was completely exposed to the eyes of several other people.
"Harold, how did you do what I asked you to prepare?"
"Don't worry David, I have contacted them. They are very interested in this matter. How many people can refuse this space adventure?"
"Believe me, we will get a huge investment!"
David first asked a tall, thin young man with glasses. After getting a satisfactory answer, he turned his attention to another black guy wearing a hood.
"What about you Jack, have you decided whether to join my team?"
"You swear you didn't lie!"
"Of course, my eyes can't explain anything. This is the power given to me by the great immortal!"
"... Okay David, you have convinced me. As long as the Spirit Fruit you promised to exchange for really has our share, then I will join your team!"
"Hahahaha...Jack, why do you think I keep driving Sharingan? It's because these eyes can constantly temper my Soul Stone. Even without the help of Spirit Fruit, I am sure to get a big copy on my own!"
"So don't worry, I will not break my promise to give you the Spirit Fruit share!"
The black boy Jack agreed to join David's team, and then David looked at the third person with a serious face.
"Corey, are you sure you can get at least one Transcendent Realm person to join us?"
Corey is a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes with pale skin. An invisible ripple penetrates his body, isolating the weak sunlight in the warehouse. Around him, even the temperature drops a lot.
David, who owns Sharingan, certainly noticed something strange about Corey, but he didn't care. In this era, people with Transcendent abilities are everywhere.
Therefore, although Corey now gave him an uncomfortable feeling, David only regarded this as a characteristic of Corey's ability.
As a friend who has known him for many years, David doesn't think there will be any problems with Corey.
"I do what I say!"
Corey's words were categorical, without any hesitation, and his voice was hoarse and full of magnetism.
"Great, a teammate of the Transcendent Realm can make our team stronger!"
"Don't forget to train your combat skills in the Samsara Realm. Nine Heavens can also go in a few more times. If you all become Transcendent Realm or even stronger people, our team will be safer after entering the universe!"
Speaking of this, David's tone was a bit sour, because apart from himself, Harold, Jack, and Corey had all reached the age of eighteen not long ago and obtained the qualification to enter Nine Heavens.
David suspects that the power fluctuations in Corey are the abilities he gained from Second Heaven.
But... thinking of the strange and powerful power in his eyes now, David suddenly felt that there was nothing to be upset about. At least his current power must be stronger than the ordinary Transcendent Realm.
Underground in General Ross's base, in a huge space tens of meters high and more than a hundred meters long and wide, a group of orangutans Red Hulk, who also have no skin but have different shapes, are being inspected by researchers as usual.
Among these giants, the tallest one was the tens of meters tall giant who could only huddle in the corner with his hands and knees, hot steam steaming on his thick and ferocious muscles.
From the outside, the giant is just huddled quietly in the corner, and even its two eyes that are about to bulge out seem a little dull. Under the giant's back neck muscles, in a flesh and blood space specially designed to accommodate the "pilot", the interlaced nerve bundles are directly integrated with the corresponding muscles of the "driver" throughout the giant's body.
Bob Dylan, the guy who was lucky enough to awaken and be able to use the flesh and blood of a giant to replicate his own body, is now continuing his body-changing training in his own giant body.
"It's great, my brain can finally be replicated now. As long as I want, I can completely get rid of the threat of bombs!"
Bob Dylan controlled his giant body and occasionally raised his hands and feet, and moved his head slightly, as if he was paying attention to the situation of other giants.
However, in a place where others could not see, next to the giant's chest and heart, in a strange flesh and blood space full of sticky plasma, the same Bob Dylan was naked and moving his hands and feet, touching his head from time to time, and then showing an excited smile.
His head was bald, without a trace of hair on it. Scarlet light flowed through the fine blood vessels under his scalp, and a scarlet glowing tentacle was inserted on the top of his head.
"Bob Dylan, it's time to extract your spinal fluid!"
The unceremonious words came, and a researcher held up a syringe with an arm-thickness and a needle nearly two meters long, as if holding a scepter for life and death, and came directly in front of the giant body of Bob Dylan, escorted by two strong and fully armed soldiers.
He looked up at the ferocious scarlet body of Bob Dylan, carefully looking at the thick squirming muscle fibers and the strangely shiny fascia.
There was no disgust or disgust in his eyes, but instead full of obsession and excitement, just like a painter admiring a wonderful painting.
The giant's house-sized head lowered slightly, and a red light flashed in his huge protruding eyes. Then he regained his composure, allowing the researcher to climb onto the specially created platform on the wall next to him, and use the special syringe to extract spinal fluid from behind his spine.
A feeling of emptiness came, followed by a stinging pain. The Bob Dylan in the heart melted into thick plasma like a heated candle, and his body in the giant's neck also opened its eyes again.
"Just wait, you nasty guys..."