Chapter 4

【Respected Navigator, you have arrived in a new world】

【Stay duration: ten days】

【Would you like to anchor this world?】

【If you fix the anchor point in this world, it requires 1000 units of source power】

【Remaining source power: 0 units】

【Remaining energy: 0.1 units】

【Please replenish energy in time...】

The warning from the 'Navigator System' forced Alvin to consider the idea of replenishing energy as soon as possible.

"Ten days is a bit too short." He habitually rubbed his brow, raised his wrist, and looked at the 'Navigator System': "What is source power? What does anchor point mean? Also, if I replenish energy, can it extend the stay duration?"

【Source power: Exists in lives that receive attention from the world's origin; most of their decisions will affect the world's direction】

【Anchor world: After fixing the world anchor point, the Navigator can return to the anchor world at any time; staying does not consume energy. If carrying multiple people or items, additional energy is required】

【Respected Navigator, please replenish energy in time; every 10 units of energy can extend the stay in this world by 1 day】

Listening to the 'Navigator System's' explanation, Alvin's furrowed brows relaxed.

Source power, according to the 'Navigator's' description, should refer to the protagonists, important supporting characters, and villains in the story world.

As for the specific way to obtain it, he would need to explore slowly, so there was no need to rush.

Meals must be eaten one mouthful at a time, and things must be done one at a time.

Alvin rubbed his brow: "Sure enough, the biggest problem now is to replenish energy as soon as possible."

He was accustomed to organizing things and then dealing with them according to their urgency, which could be considered important experience accumulated from slacking off at work in his past life.

After simply organizing his thoughts, Alvin roughly sorted out his next action plan.

First, he must find a way to solve the 'energy' problem so that he could stay longer.

Only when time was abundant could he continue with his next plan, or rather, follow the plot development to plot for the things he wanted step by step.

Although he had forgotten most of the plot, Alvin still remembered the general key directions very clearly.

The Boys was an anti-superhero themed story.

The biggest mastermind in the show, Vought International, was ostensibly a pharmaceutical company, with its main business being the management and operation of hundreds of superheroes under its banner.

Superheroes in this world were no longer special cases, but a profession that people flocked to.

Many people would awaken superpowers at birth.

The types of superpowers were varied, and in the show, they were even developed into amazing operations that made people's jaws drop.

Here, Alvin had to admire America; certain X-rated activities that broke the lower limits of humanity were simply too free—they could even compare to the Eldar; it was Slaanesh's delight.

Back to the point.

Those who possessed superpowers went through layers of selection and finally became members of Vought.

They were packaged, beautified, and promoted like stars, wearing thick personas to perform in front of the public, thereby helping Vought earn money.

But the truth was that Vought possessed a drug called 'Compound V', which could stimulate human potential for superpowers.

In order to monopolize more discourse power, Vought secretly injected this Compound V into infants across the country, thereby forging a large batch of 'natural' superhumans.

So-called superheroes were actually man-made products!

Of course, Alvin didn't care whether superheroes were man-made; he only cared about the 'Compound V' in the show!

"Must find a way to get Compound V."

Alvin clenched his fists secretly; Compound V... he was determined to get it!

Injecting Compound V had many side effects, but as a scavenger from the lower nest, he had no choice from the very beginning!

Never overestimate the bottom line of scum, and never hold expectations for scum.

Because he knew very well that scum didn't have things like a 'bottom line'; they would only act like carrion-eating vultures, lying on your corpse to pick your bones and suck your marrow.

Until they completely squeezed out the last shred of value, and then, like slaughtering livestock, cut off his head to use as an example to deter other scavengers.

Alvin didn't want to die without value, without any dignity, like trash, forgotten by others, rotting and stinking.

Compound V was an opportunity!

He had to grasp this opportunity and firmly hold his fate in his own hands!

"The Boys, here I come!"

Alvin was full of confidence, head held high, and stepped out of the alley.

Great!

A beautiful future was beckoning to him!

This step, although it was a small step for him personally, was a giant leap for the entire Warhammer universe!

However, just as he stepped out of the alley entrance, something hard pressed directly against Alvin's waist from behind.

Judging by the touch, it should be a gun.

Fortunately, it wasn't something else... Alvin inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't expect that just after arriving in America, he would encounter the local traditional culture; it was truly a bit lucky.

"Stop, kid, if you don't want to die, don't move!"

The person holding the gun against his lower back clearly had something wrong with their emotions, growling hoarsely: "Take out everything valuable you have on you!"

Rob... robbery?!

Alvin was speechless. Reasonably speaking... did he look like he had money?

As a scavenger from the lower nest, besides these clothes that were no better than rags, the most valuable thing on him was probably this face.

The facial lines were clear, his features were delicate, and his nose was straight; although he looked a bit pale due to long-term malnutrition, he had a kind of sickly beauty.

If he were washed clean, he would definitely be called a handsome youth.

Although not as good as the readers, he wouldn't be inferior in the male model circle either.

God knows why a scavenger from the lower nest would have such an excellent appearance; it could probably only be attributed to his mother who died of illness when he was very young.

"Big brother, do I... look like I have money?"

Alvin twitched the corners of his mouth and said speechlessly.

The black brother then carefully looked at Alvin, who wasn't tall.

Those clothes were so tattered that even if thrown away, a homeless person probably wouldn't look at them; his hair was all stuck together, as if it hadn't been washed in years, and his body emitted a pungent, putrid odor.

"Fuck, another poor ghost!"

The black brother seemed very angry, but suddenly stopped talking, staring fixedly at Alvin's face.

Alvin could swear that he had never seen such a lewd, greasy look in his life, as if he wanted to strip him naked.

"Hehe, no stuff, then use your body to pay off the debt."

The black brother had a lewd expression, then used the gun barrel to poke the youth's waist, chuckling: "Kid, you don't want to die, right?"

Oh, damn it.

Emperor above, what kind of blasphemy is this!

But thinking about it, this was America, so it was fine.

Alvin's face twitched, enduring the nausea, but still pretending to be weak, his voice a bit stiff: "You... aren't you afraid of the police?"

"Police? Hahahahaha!"

The black brother seemed to have heard some joke, becoming even more unscrupulous, even arrogantly saying: "Kid, the police won't care about this kind of thing, and there's no surveillance here, you understand?"

No police? No surveillance?

Oh, then it's fine; he had been pretending for nothing.