Chapter 66

【Welcome back, respected Navigator】

【Navigator: Alvin】

【Race: Human】

【Occupation: Scavenger】

【Remaining Energy: 0 units】

【Remaining Source Power: 500 units】

【Main World: Warhammer 41.999】

【Anchor World: Marvel Cinematic Universe-199999】

【World Permission Level: LV1】

【Time Flow Rate: 1-10】

Before opening his eyes, Alvin already smelled the rotting, acrid industrial fumes of the Undercity.

Gazing at the vaguely unfamiliar filthy alleyway, his thoughts paused for half a second before quickly returning to normal; he exhaled deeply: “I’m back again.”

Thirty days in the Marvel Universe had truly left an unforgettable impression.

But unfortunately, no matter how much he clung to it, he ultimately had to return to this “sewer.”

After severing that faint thread of weakness in his heart, Alvin decisively lowered his head to inspect the fruits of his Marvel journey, a smile spreading across his face.

First and foremost, without doubt, the greatest gain of this trip was the sci-fi-styled silver-black metal briefcase in his left hand—the portable Mark V armor.

Its outer shell incorporated adamantium alloy, so its defensive capability was not diminished at all, even surpassing the modified Mark III in combat mode.

Here, Alvin needed to sincerely thank the kind citizen "Bullseye" for the sponsorship.

The Mark V’s weapon system was relatively scarce; due to its small size and light weight, it only carried two: palm-mounted arc pulse cannons and a chest-mounted cluster pulse cannon.

The miniature reactor embedded in its chest could continuously supply armor energy, meeting demands for long-distance flight and high-intensity short-term combat.

Moreover, Tony had considered certain extreme scenarios, integrating resistance systems into the armor for specific harsh environments—such as space, extreme heat, extreme cold, and radiation.

Basically, Tony had considered every situation he could possibly imagine.

This Mark V armor quietly yet flamboyantly carried Tony’s heartfelt sentiments for his friend about to depart!

The only thing that annoyed Tony was, under Alvin’s persistent begging, reluctantly deleting the AI assistance system.

Aside from the “Mark V” armor, the rest was the “reward” obtained from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Inside the box held in his right hand were a vial of gravitonium, ten portable dispersion energy rods, a static camouflage veil, three pre-crushed gold bricks, and data files for the Super Soldier Serum and Infinity Formula Serum.

Of all these items, Alvin believed the two serum data files were the most important.

“Pity, Father Aruman isn’t a Bio-Sage; otherwise, these two serum data files might have played a major role.” Though the two serum data files were crucial, he also understood that, for now, they were not yet ready to be utilized.

After all, humanity in 2008 AD differed genetically from Warhammer humanity, separated by tens of thousands of years.

In exaggerated terms, a banana from 2008 AD was likely genetically closer to humanity from ten thousand years ago than Warhammer humans were.

If one simply injected these two serums directly, who knew what might happen?

“I was really stupid back then...”

Thinking of this, Alvin wiped away cold sweat.

Back then, cornered and desperate, he’d injected Compound Five—and somehow hadn’t mutated. Truly, the Emperor’s blessing!

But conversely, only with a Bio-Sage could these two serum data files be corrected for genetic errors and truly reveal their value!

But soon, Alvin realized he faced a serious problem.

Where on earth could he hide these two large boxes?

“If I walk out carrying these, I won’t make it a hundred meters before the gangs notice.”

Alvin stared at the appearance of the Mark V in his hand, falling silent.

The silver-black metal briefcase, with its sci-fi design, was impossible to overlook.

Not just gangs—even scavengers in the Undercity could instantly tell this thing was valuable.

In the Undercity, carrying a Mark V was like carrying a huge bundle of Crowns, especially in the eyes of greedy people—it was a walking fat lamb!

It wasn’t fear of these scum; it was simply not wanting to cause trouble.

Besides, he’d been gone a full month—who knew how large the cult had grown?

Until the situation was confirmed, caution was the best choice... Alvin pondered for a long while, then asked the omnipotent system: “Do you have a storage space function?”

【Respected Navigator, with your current permission level, you possess a 10 cubic meter private space】

【This private space can accompany you to anchor worlds, but carrying people, supplies, or equipment requires additional energy and source power】

“So that’s how it works.”

Alvin roughly understood: when traveling to fixed anchor worlds, he could use the private space to carry extra people or supplies.

Ten cubic meters was more than enough to store both boxes for now.

After stuffing both boxes into the private space, Alvin crouched down, smeared mud all over his face, picked up the pre-hidden clothes nearby, and carefully disguised himself.

In just a few minutes, he transformed from a dapper young man in a suit back into an Undercity scavenger.

Emitting a foul stench, hunched as if malnourished, he cautiously stepped out of the alley.

After over a month away, Alvin never expected the Undercity to have changed so drastically.

“Orderly” and “organized”—two words that could never have been associated with the Undercity—now appeared in his mind.

The once filthy streets had been cleaned anew; though they still couldn’t mask the industrial fumes and the million-times-recycled rotten air, they were undeniably transformed!

Had he not been certain he was still in the Undercity, Alvin might have doubted he’d taken a wrong turn.

Watching the Hammer Gang members maintaining order, and the scavengers—still poor, yet clearly filled with hope—lined up orderly to receive their daily rations.

The rations were modest: one energy bar and one fuel cell per person.

But even these meager supplies were enough to fill a scavenger’s stomach when they found nothing, or save someone on the brink of death.

On the faces of those scavengers, Alvin saw a smile he hadn’t seen in a long time: “happiness.”

Yes, they were happy—at least, they believed themselves to be.

Those living at the bottom of the Undercity asked for little; simply surviving was their greatest happiness.

But what if someone stripped away this—the only happiness the underclass of the Undercity had?

The outcome was obvious.

When the underclass of the Undercity lost their last hope and happiness, a slight nudge would unleash all their hatred in one torrent.

Like raging flames, igniting the entire hive-city until, under the dominion of rage and hatred, they burned every living thing on the planet!

The bones of a hundred billion souls would be forged into a throne of blood... offered to the Blood God!

Alvin foresaw the ending, but was powerless to change it.

Gazing at the Undercity’s dome, the low, radiation- and fume-choked clouds, he spoke with helpless bitterness: “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d swear this isn’t the Blood God at all... but the Chaos God of Mutation.”