Chapter 66: Why not ask the omnipotent System Brother?

【Welcome back, respected Navigator】

【Navigator: Alvin】

【Race: Human】

【Profession: Scavenger】

【Remaining Energy: 0 units】

【Remaining Source Power: 500 units】

【Main World: Warhammer M41.999】

【Anchor World: Marvel Cinematic Universe-199999】

【World Xu Kequan Level: LV1】

【Time Flow Rate: 1-10】

Before he had even opened his eyes, Alvin had already smelled the rotting, pungent industrial exhaust of the Underhive.

Looking at the filthy alleyway that felt vaguely unfamiliar, his thoughts stalled briefly for half a second before quickly returning to normal. He exhaled deeply: "I'm back again."

The thirty days in the Marvel Universe were indeed hard for him to forget.

But unfortunately, no matter how reluctant he was to part, he ultimately had to return to this 'cesspool'.

After cutting off the trace of weakness in his heart, Alvin decisively lowered his head to check the harvest of this Marvel trip, and a smile couldn't help but bloom on his face.

First, without a doubt, the biggest harvest of this trip was the silver-black metal briefcase he was carrying in his left hand, which was full of sci-fi colors—the portable Mark 5.

The outer shell armor was integrated with Adamantium, so the defensive performance was not weakened in the slightest, and it even surpassed the magic-modified Mark 3 in combat form.

Here, Alvin needed to sincerely thank the sponsorship from the enthusiastic citizen 'Bullseye'.

The weapon system of the portable Mark 5 was relatively scarce. Due to its small size and light weight, it only had two types: the palm repulsor and the chest beam repulsor.

The micro-reactor embedded in the chest could continuously supply armor energy, meeting the needs of long-distance flight and high-intensity combat in a short time.

Moreover, Tony considered some extreme situations, so he added a resistance system for certain specific extreme environments into the armor, such as space, high heat, low temperature, radiation, etc.

Basically, Tony had considered all the situations he could consider.

This Mark 5 armor implicitly and arrogantly entrusted Tony's full heart to this good friend who was about to travel far!

The only thing that made Tony feel unhappy was that he reluctantly deleted the 'AI' assistant system under Alvin's repeated pleas.

Besides the 'Mark 5' armor, the rest was a 'reward' exchanged from S. H. I. E. L. D.

The box in his right hand contained one tube of Gravitonium, ten portable diffusion energy bars, an electrostatic camouflage veil, three gold bricks that had been crushed in advance, and data on the Super Soldier Serum and the Infinity Formula serum.

If the most important thing inside was to be named, Alvin thought it was the two serum data.

"Unfortunately, Magos Aluman is not a Biologis, otherwise these two serum data might be able to play a big role." Although the two serum data were very important, he also understood that these two important data were not yet at the time to play a role.

After all, humans in 2008 AD and Warhammer humans separated by tens of thousands of years had almost huge differences at the genetic level.

Using an exaggerated metaphor, a banana from 2008 AD was probably closer to the genes of humans ten thousand years ago than Warhammer humans.

If you injected the two serums step by step directly, God knows what would happen?

"I was really iron-headed back then..."

Thinking of this, Alvin couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat.

He was driven to a dead end at the time and just injected Compound V like that. He didn't mutate; it was really the Emperor's blessing!

But in other words, as long as there is a Biologis, who can correct the genetic errors in the two serums, these two serums can show their true value!

But Alvin soon discovered that he was facing a severe problem.

Where should these two big boxes be hidden?

"If I just carry them out like this, I guarantee that within a hundred meters, I will be targeted by gangs."

Alvin looked down at the appearance of the Mark 5 and fell into silence.

The silver-black metal briefcase, with its sci-fi structure, was hard not to notice.

Let alone gangs, even if scavengers from the Underhive came, they could see at a glance that this thing was worth a lot.

In the Underhive, carrying a Mark 5 was equivalent to carrying a large bundle of 'Credits', especially in the eyes of those greedy people, it was simply a walking fat sheep!

It wasn't that he was afraid of these dregs, but purely that he didn't want to cause trouble.

Moreover, he had disappeared for a whole month; God knows how large the scale of the cults had become?

Before confirming the situation, acting cautiously was the best choice... Alvin pondered for a long time and decided to ask the omnipotent system: "Is there a function similar to storage space?"

【Respected Navigator, with your current permission level, you have 10 cubic meters of private space】

【This private space can travel with the Navigator to the anchor world, but carrying people, supplies, and equipment in it requires extra energy and Source Power】

"So that's how it is."

Alvin roughly understood that when traveling to a fixed anchor world, he could use private space to carry extra people or supplies.

10 cubic meters of private space, for now, was absolutely more than enough to stuff two boxes.

After stuffing the two boxes into the private space, Alvin squatted down and smeared his entire face with mud, picked up the clothes he had prepared in advance and hidden nearby, and carefully disguised himself.

In just a few minutes, he had changed from a handsome young man in a suit to a scavenger in the Underhive.

His whole body exuded a foul smell, and he hunched his body as if malnourished, walking out of the alley cautiously.

After a month, Alvin didn't expect the Underhive to look like it had changed.

Orderly and organized—two words that were absolutely impossible to associate with the Underhive—appeared in his mind.

The filthy streets of the past had been cleaned up again. Although it still couldn't cover up the industrial exhaust and the decaying air that had been recycled millions of times, for now, it was indeed a brand new look!

If he wasn't very sure that he was really in the Underhive, Alvin would probably suspect if he had taken the wrong road.

Looking at the members of the Iron Hammer Gang maintaining order, and the scavengers who, although still very poor, were clearly full of hope on their faces, lining up in an orderly manner to receive the daily distributed supplies and rations.

The distributed supplies and rations were not too many, only one person's energy bar and fuel cell.

But just these supplies enough to fill their stomachs were enough for a scavenger to fill his stomach when there was no harvest, or to save a person on the verge of death.

Alvin saw the smile called 'happiness' that hadn't appeared for a long time on the faces of those scavengers.

Yes, they were very happy, at least they thought they were 'very happy'.

People living at the bottom of the Underhive didn't ask for much; being able to live was the greatest happiness for them.

But what if someone deprived them of this... for the bottom of the Underhive, the only happiness?

The result was self-evident.

When people at the bottom of the Underhive were deprived of their only hope and happiness, they only needed a little guidance, and the hatred would be poured out all at once.

Like a raging flame, igniting the entire Hive City, until under the control of anger and hatred, it burned all life on this planet!

The bones of billions of living beings would be cast into a throne of blood... offered to the Blood God!

Alvin guessed the ending but was powerless to change it.

Looking at the dome of the Underhive, the low clouds occupied by radiation and industrial exhaust all year round, he said with a helpless tone and bitterness: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would really suspect that this is not the Blood God at all, but... the Lord of Change." ===== CHAPTER 67 =====