Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

Morgan's house in East Manhattan.

As the energy level reaches 25.

A full 40 spotlights, each 2000 lumens bright, shone on Morgan.

That's when she realized the upper limit of her energy control.

The energy-rich environment amplified her power by an astonishing 40 times!

With just 2000 million dollars worth of equipment, she achieved such amazing results!

The abilities after allocating points to the panel are absolutely amazing!

The only downside is that it's so inconvenient to carry around; the lights practically surround her.

She can only exert her full power when the turret is fixed; otherwise, the application range of these weapons is greatly reduced.

We need to reduce the number of devices...

Morgan glanced at the midday sun, then returned to the bedroom and shook Daisy awake, who was still sleeping in.

"Get up! Still sleeping? How can someone your age sleep like that?"

"What's wrong, boss?"

Daisy rubbed her eyes, looking at Morgan with deep resentment.

I have to work two jobs for you day and night, and you still won't let yourself get a good night's sleep...

"Ahem, how's the research on the 4000-lumen spotlight going?"

"Boss, technological progress takes time."

"But you've been designing armor these past few days!"

"I can tell you don't care about me at all! Don't you care about me anymore?"

"How could that be, dear benefactor? Of course, you're all I care about. I'm just pursuing my dream a little bit~"

Seeing the electric current flicker from Morgan's fingertips, Daisy immediately straightened her posture and said:

"Get this expedited! The boss needs to see the new equipment within two days!"

The humble, working-class Iron Man once again yields to the despicable forces of capital.

He went to the workshop and carefully put away his precious armor blueprints.

Reluctantly, he immersed himself in a large number of spotlight design drawings and began his work.

Morgan felt much better when he saw Palu start working.

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At this point, several days had passed since the Invisible Man incident, and the online buzz surrounding it had subsided like a receding tide.

I believe that this matter will soon be swept into the ruins of history.

The attention Morgan has gained from this has also diminished considerably.

Open the panel and take a look at your recent earnings.

Name: Morgan Stacy

Stage: [Street-Level Hero]

Body: 16 (Ignoring specially made conventional firearms!)

Force: 13 (A single swing of the arm can generate 5 tons!)

Speed: 20 (Flying at Mach 1!)

Energy: 25 (one heavy armored vehicle per wave)

Free Points: 0 (1 point is gained per 100 million followers per month, settled this month.)

Abilities: Superhuman lv.2, Electricity transceiver lv.4

Current followers: 4.66 million (true fans)

Bounty: 13

[Achieving 80 points overall, reaching the city-level hero tier, unlocking the next feature!]

"Not bad, 2.5 million new followers! That's more than I could gain in a year of hard work!"

It was worth the effort of wiping away my tears for so long.

Making money off human blood buns is a quick and easy way to make money...

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The president's office is on the 87th floor of the Waterhouse building.

Stepping back into this place, Edgar's icy expression finally began to change.

He first praised her,

"Ms. Morgan, you handled things very well."

Then, he took out a contract from under the table.

"This is a share transfer agreement. Take a look, and if there are no problems, sign it. From now on, you will be a member of the board of directors."

Indeed, this is a world where might makes right.

Her actions of killing the Invisible Man and severely injuring Homelander were not only not punished, but instead propelled her into the upper echelons of Vought.

After carefully reviewing the contract Edgar presented, I found that all the terms and conditions were very sincere.

Morgan checked it and found nothing wrong, so he promptly signed his name.

"Edgar, how much money will I receive annually from my 1% stake?"

Lately, in order to support Daisy's dream, I've been spending more and more money, and my savings are almost gone.

After all, she's a talent I recruited myself, so I can't withhold her materials no matter what. I'll sell everything I own to give her the best.

"Oh, money?"

Edgar's expression was somewhat amused, indicating that money was just a string of numbers.

"Just looking at the company's official accounts, your share alone is no less than 10 billion."

"You seem unaware of Walter's true power..."

It's not about money, it's about partners. Water has connections in all sectors of society, both in this country and throughout the world.

As long as you follow the rules, they can get anything you want done.

Edgar was like a devil, constantly telling Morgan about the incredible benefits she could gain from this chain of interests.

As long as she isn't kicked out of the game, she has already become one of the most elite people in the world, possessing wealth and power.

That part... those who decide the fate of the world.

But following the rules?

Walter's "cannibalistic" rules? Once he gets ahead in the late game, he'll overturn the entire chessboard for you!

"Alright! I'm not interested in the dirty dealings behind Walter's back!"

"Just tell me what you need me to do."

Edgar nodded:

"Okay! You should already know about V, its side effects."

"I did lie to you before; not all tumorous animals are kittens or puppies."

"The stronger the effect of V, the longer it takes for the user to be born, and the stronger the tumor beast that is born will be."

"In your battle against the Invisible Man and Homelander, we admit that the monster was indeed unexpected."

The mutations in the tumor-beasts have exceeded our expectations for the individual extremes.

Those who lived more than a decade longer, those "heroes" who retired from the last era.

The tumors within them have been dormant for a long time. If they were all at their current level, they would be a catastrophic disaster for Walter, and even for America.

Therefore, if such a danger were to recur in New York State and several neighboring states...

We need you to go and deal with the danger, to nip the tumor in the bud.

Upon hearing this, Morgan frowned.

"Now you're scared, and you want me to clean up your mess? But how am I supposed to know where those tumor beasts will appear?"

Seeing that Morgan did not directly refuse, Edgar breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't need to worry about the location; V's target customers are people with families and jobs."

Three days before the tumor-bearing animal awakens, the person who received the injection will completely lose consciousness and suffer brain death.

Once brain dead, there is no possibility of waking them up again, and their families will contact us.

A cleanup force dispatched by Walter was dispatched to prematurely awaken the tumor beasts, kill them, and retrieve them.

"All you need to do is assist in killing monsters that cannot be killed by conventional means."

Morgan: ???

You mean you're going to give me a free map of monsters?

Is there such a good thing?

Since you've been so generous by giving me the elite monsters, I'll have to find a way to give you the lesser monsters too.

These are all gold coins!

Morgan expressed his difficulty:

"My time is limited. Even if there are people exploring the monster, and an accident happens, I can't keep an eye on all of New York State."

"Have the cleanup department organize the received reports in chronological order and take them to the designated location."

"I'll open a crematorium for them..."

"Blind boxes are meant to be opened all at once!"

Edgar looked deeply at the starlight, did not refuse, and said in a deep voice:

"You know how fast mutations happen, don't mess it up..."

And so, Morgan landed the job with an annual salary of billions: Walter—the Cleanup Minister!

And the first thing he did upon taking office:

"Old Deng, give me $50 billion first, I need to build a few bases..."

……

Edgar sent Morgan away.

Now is the moment when Water is on the verge of successfully developing a gene-enhancing drug using the remains of the tumor beast, and there is no room for any change...

Waiting for their own army of superhumans to appear...

Then they can break free from subservience and truly control and divide the world.

To become a "company" that transcends all other political systems.

He gazed out the window at the bustling world, so beautiful, yet so fragile…