[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-3":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1721553,2198,"Chapter 3: Director’s Log","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>Top Secret – Research Site 40120191, Siberia\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director: Piotr Roslov\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1970.4.20\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days ago, a meteor was reported crashing deep in the Siberian wilderness. Upon investigation by the local military garrison, the object was confirmed not to be a natural meteorite—but an artificial construct. A spacecraft. Of no known Soviet or American design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside it? A child. An infant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orders from Moscow were clear. A containment and research facility is to be built around the impact zone immediately. The craft and the infant are to be studied in absolute secrecy. The subject is now designated: Extraterrestrial One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1974.6.26\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some imbecile had the gall to suggest dissecting our only living specimen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of idiot gets assigned to my facility? Who let their illegitimate son from a Kremlin brothel sneak onto my team to play scientist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the bastard rot in hell. He wants to blow our one lead on extraterrestrial biology before we even get results? He's either an American spy or a lunatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I've filed a report to the KGB. I want his background scrubbed, his lineage sterilized, his family tree set on fire. We don't need that kind of stupidity infecting the gene pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1976.8.14\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subject One is now six years old. Physiology appears largely human. Normal growth patterns. Bone structure. Internal organ placement. Vital signs. All normal. Too normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except one anomaly: the appetite. It's... unclear what his metabolic baseline is. Some researchers proposed increasing his nutrient intake to test physical growth limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But others warned: what if he changes? Evolves? Becomes unmanageable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We've already had enough problems with mutants. Until we have a guaranteed containment method, I'm siding with the conservative camp. Growth will remain restricted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We only have one specimen. I'm not risking it for hypothetical results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This isn't 1944, after all—when Tsarist rebels and Nazi mystics tried to summon a demon off the Scottish coast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That farce gave them a horned infant—one the Americans now parade around as some supernatural weapon. Using demons to fight monsters is one thing. But I've got an alien. I can't gamble that he's equally... useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Train him as a soldier? Let whoever proposed that bring me funding from the Winter Soldier Program or the Red Room. Without resources, it's madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1980.2.19\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Headquarters is dissatisfied with our progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No breakthroughs in reverse engineering the spacecraft. The materials alone are beyond replication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the child?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still no significant genetic anomaly. No superhuman strength. No enhanced intellect. No regenerative serum in the blood or spinal fluid. Not even potential for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>X-rays suggest a typical juvenile skeleton. Blood work? Malnourished, underdeveloped. Without context, any doctor would diagnose him as a neglected orphan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I didn't know he fell from the sky inside a starship, I'd believe it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pulled strings. Re-interviewed the soldiers from the crash site. Their testimony was consistent: this was the child they recovered from inside the craft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what am I looking at here? A human born on another planet? Is panspermia real? Are we the alien life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of metaphysical crap doesn't help me justify fifteen years of funding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I need results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1983.9.30\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cairo Incident changed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mutant battle erupted in Egypt—terrifying displays of power. Telepathy. Fire manipulation. Flight. The Americans and Israelis got all the footage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Moscow is panicking. All superhuman research programs are under pressure. And our site? Labeled \"unproductive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do they want from me? A spell to keep young forever by bathing in virgin blood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe they'd like me to drain our specimen dry and see what happens?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Idiots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they're so eager to study bloodsuckers, they should take a trip to Transylvania.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still believe Subject One holds secrets. The resemblance to humans can't be coincidental. Maybe he is a step ahead of us in the evolutionary chain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But our tools are too crude. We need to go deeper—genetics, cellular structure. We may be missing the very data that matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No species builds a ship capable of interstellar travel without first mastering its own biology. If his body is the key—not the craft—then we've been studying the wrong thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I agreed to surrender the pod. It was a calculated compromise. Headquarters wanted it for military R&D, especially after the U.S. announced their Strategic Defense Initiative in March.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them tear it apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that it's out of my hands, the budget cut didn't hit us as hard as I feared. What remains? I'll invest it all in Subject One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1986.12.8\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Policy shifts. New leadership. New direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On paper, it sounds promising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In practice? A death knell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Programs deemed unproductive are being shuttered. We're officially \"under review.\" The clock is ticking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy's reached adolescence. I can no longer delay more extreme testing. The body must be pushed. Pain tolerance. Damage thresholds. Regeneration rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the methods are… unpleasant. But science requires sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I have no other choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1988.1.7\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Economic instability is hitting everyone—even the Eastern Bloc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Budgets are shrinking. Rations that were once delivered are now sold to us. Prices are skyrocketing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continues, we'll be trading rubles for black bread and bandages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I've started pulling favors. Old comrades. Shadow networks. It's risky. But necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because… I'm finally seeing something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Subject One heals faster than normal humans. Not like a mutant—no instant regeneration—but still notable. Clean healing. Minimal scarring. Accelerated tissue recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His genome remains unreadable. Every known sequencing method fails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's how I know he's not from Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our tools simply… can't decode him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The higher-ups don't care. They want results. Military applications. Super soldier serums. Weapons. Cloning programs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They talk about more Winter Soldiers, finishing the Foxfire Initiative—as if any of that's simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I can't give up now. I'm so close. I can feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He's right there, on the edge of revealing everything. A goddess lifting her skirt—just a glimpse of something divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All I need is one spark. One discovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1989.11.9\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wall is falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>East Germany is collapsing, and so is the illusion of stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even civilians now question the Party's promises. The veil is lifting, and no one seems to know what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'm not a politician. I'm a scientist. But someone has clearly made a mistake along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pray someone with vision takes the reins—soon. I can't afford distractions. I'm on the verge of something monumental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1990.8.1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it. Damn them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I've been told the KGB is watching me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me! A loyal son of the Revolution! Every test, every scar, every sleepless night—it was for the glory of our nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now I'm the liability?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There's talk of restructuring. Of cleaning house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won't run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place is my life's work. I will not abandon it. Not when I'm this close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 1st, 1990\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the final entry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director's log ends there.\u003C\u002Fp>",1142,"2026-06-06T15:31:22.263Z",1,"novelbin.me","00b65dfedf8c45e34172be9f74742e5714e895d89b285b857c396751a65246ef","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-4","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-2",556,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-cover.jpg"]