Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

Water, 87th floor.

Morgan kicked open the CEO's office door.

"Edgar! Am I even a shareholder?!"

"Hey, our little Morgan's grown up! He's learned to kick doors now?"

Edgar sat in his chair, took a sip of tea, and remained completely unfazed by Morgan's arrival.

"Stop talking nonsense! What's with the orange V? You didn't tell me anything about this!"

There's no need to inform you about the progress of the R&D department.

Um?

This old man was so arrogant before, how come he's so confident now?

"I heard from Xuanse that you know his identity, so I won't hide it from you anymore!"

"come out!"

Two figures in black stood behind Edgar, one on the left and one on the right.

"Is this your confidence? Two black ones?"

"No, no, no, little Morgan, every high-end item can be made into a replica."

"Spending 1 million to recover the remains of the tumor beast was for this..."

"That is, the [city-level tumor beast] that you named it."

"Over the years, Walter has killed a total of 18 bodies, plus the two you killed, making a total of 20!"

20!

"Edgar, are you kidding me?"

"How could that be? We're still friends."

"In fact, the release of the orange V was for Wot's great cause."

"Walter's development has reached its limit; now it must transcend all political systems and become a transcendent entity."

"Otherwise, what awaits Walter is inevitable dismemberment and defeat, how can I accept that..."

"Morgan, you are so powerful, why not join us? Walter will make sure you have a place in the new world."

After Edgar finished speaking seriously, the two men in black behind him stepped forward in unison.

Clearly, this is forcing Morgan to make a choice.

This made Morgan frown.

Edgar, is he planning to start a war?

Vought's war is of no benefit to me, and it is even more impossible for me to fight the military.

Ordinary humans aren't strong; they probably wouldn't get a single attribute point even if they killed 100,000.

Moreover, if I were the kind of person who would indiscriminately kill for bounties, I would have decimated the entire world in an instant...

She's not some kind of demon.

Morgan immediately shook his head in refusal and asked in return.

How can you be sure they're ready to attack?

"Morgan, Homelander has been behaving very strangely lately. If he's not schizophrenic..."

So he was pulled over by Vought's adversaries! They're already dealing with Vought!

"Edgar, I think your first guess was correct!"

The symbiotic form really does split off a personality, and it's possible that there will be more than one in the future.

Morgan stared intently at Edgar, indicating that she was not joking.

Edgar saw the sincerity in the other person's eyes and sighed helplessly.

"Fine, you can go now..."

It's better to not be able to win over such a powerful figure than to completely offend her.

Moreover, even with the two black-clad figures in the room, he had no confidence whatsoever in keeping Morgan there.

……

Fifth Avenue, New York.

"Whoosh!"

Morgan flew across the sky, paused, and looked down at the bustling streets below.

People at the bottom of society, who couldn't afford to buy V, took to the streets to buy it for free, just to "make money" and buy a dose of V.

Faced with the mob, a shop owner injected himself with Vaccine and fought to protect his store.

When we didn't have V (Vitamin B), I let you grab it as you pleased; now that we've injected V, are you still letting us grab it?

Didn't I get the injection for nothing?

After completing the V-skill, the boss gained a basic physique boost, as if possessed by a god of war.

The small handgun that came at him couldn't break through his defenses at all.

Those who brought melee combat skills to the free purchase were beaten to a pulp by the boss.

The boss felt like he had reached the pinnacle of his life. In the past, he would have had to hide in this situation.

But his joy was short-lived; he suffered a crushing defeat, knocked out in 3 seconds, and said in frustration:

"I bought the 88888 advanced version, how could you defeat me so easily?"

"Sorry, I bought the 888888 VIP version. Stealing from you was just a side thing; I mainly came out to test my skills..."

This member was showing off when a guy with flames coming out of his legs kicked him right next to the boss.

"A piece of trash who can't even awaken his abilities, only getting a physical boost and dares to act like this?!"

"When it comes to awakening superpowers, it still depends on fate. Even if I'm just the basic 8888 version, once my abilities awaken, I'll be the chosen one!"

He then went over and helped the boss up.

"Boss, are you alright?"

Why did you help me?

The boss was deeply moved. Could it be that his unintentional act of kindness had brought him good fortune?

"Who said I was helping you? Hand over your valuables..."

Boss: Damn it! You deserve to die!

……

The riots were unprecedented in scale, and nine out of ten shops on the streets were empty.

Fortunately, the chaos did not last long. Ten minutes later, several ability users wearing Vought equipment appeared on the street.

He started with six blows per second, forcefully suppressing the enemy.

Walter had anticipated this riot and had long ago deployed his army of ability users in various locations to arrest those who caused the disturbance.

These troops are the culmination of Vought's nearly 40 years of planning and accumulation.

A specially made V-shaped device, crafted from the remains of a street-level tumor beast, was injected into the bodies of these soldiers.

This makes each of them physically comparable to Maeve.

Enduring sniper fire and physically stopping trucks are trivial matters for them.

However, because they are standard V-types, they cannot acquire other abilities.

Over the past 40 years, the remains of 5 block-level tumor-beasts from Watertown have been used to build this force across Watertown's various branches.

These people all have miniature bombs implanted in their brains and are absolutely loyal to Walter.

It was one of Walter's trump cards in his efforts to gain a transcendent status.

With these guys around, Walter has no chance of losing in urban warfare.

……

Morgan, who was enjoying a meal in mid-air, suddenly had his phone ring.

"Oh no, Morgan, our company has been broken into!"

Daisy's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What?!"

"Bang!"

A sonic boom occurred, followed by a 10-second explosion.

Morgan stormed into Stark Tower and quickly located the robbers in the laboratory on the third floor.

At this moment, the building's security personnel had been overwhelmed by these supervillains, and the corridors were covered in blood.

And they were secretly plotting loudly:

"Boss, this is Starlight's property. Is it really appropriate for the three of us to just barge in like this?"

"Stop talking nonsense and move in! The equipment in this one room is better than you could get in ten or a hundred lifetimes outside!"

"Besides, Starlight has superpowers, and so do I."

"Starlight can fly, and so can I. Why don't you ask if starlight fears me..."

Before the man could finish speaking, a blue bolt of lightning shattered the glass outside the window and struck him.

Before the person hit could even react, they were reduced to charcoal.

Outside the window, Morgan was also stunned.

However, after tentatively using a basic attack, the opponent instantly fell down.

"How can someone so badly cook be so confident?!"

The remaining two looked at the girl floating outside the window as if they were seeing the Grim Reaper.

Feeling her astonishing power, how could they not know that the main character had returned?

"Oh no! The movie 'Starlight' was shot too conservatively!"

"Isn't her electric current supposed to be painless and not cause any discomfort? How did it turn the boss into a charred corpse?"

"Boss? Turning charcoal into charcoal is one of your abilities...?"

Okay... the boss is indeed a bit dead.

"Starlight, I surrender! You're a hero, you can't kill me..."

"Ha, so these are your last words?"

Even when begging for mercy, they can't say anything nice...

Morgan casually pointed a finger and looked at the last person.

Um?

How did this young man end up on a live stream when he opened his phone?

This feels so familiar...

"No! This boy is cunning and scheming; he must not be allowed to live!"

I was originally planning to keep him for questioning...

Since that's the case, I had no choice but to see them off with tears in my eyes.

Morgan instantly cast a basic attack, reuniting them.

Fortunately, my reflexes were fast, giving me a slight edge over my opponent's hand speed.

That was close! That kid almost got on the livestream...