Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

The next day,

The monster's ashes, the wrecked cars, and the bullet casings scattered everywhere all vanished.

Even the "nuclear-level" light pollution last night was covered up by Walter with a lame excuse.

Everyone signed confidentiality agreements, once again perfectly covering up Walter's scandal.

Looking at Walter's specialized "recycling team," Morgan felt a faint sense of crisis.

In just one year, I have encountered three cases of tumorous lesions.

Was it his arrival as an "extraterrestrial demon" that raised the world's danger level?

Or has Water International started selling even more dangerous drugs?

The world is unpredictable, and all I can rely on is my own unparalleled talent!

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Bounty 350 → 50, Points +3!

Add one point to each of Strength, Constitution, and Energy!

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Name: Morgan Stacy

Stage: [Street-Level Hero]

Body: 16 (Ignoring specially made thermal weapons)

Force: 13 (5 tons with a single arm swing)

Speed: 20 (flying at Mach 1)

Energy: 19 (One wave, capable of single-handedly defeating an ordinary major luck cycle)

Free Points: 0 (1 point is gained per 100 million followers per month; this month's points have already been settled.)

Abilities: Superhuman lv.2, Electrical energy transmission and reception lv.3

Current followers: 2.11 million

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

Although each attribute was only increased by a little, the understanding and control of power were worlds apart.

Even if an ordinary person keeps developing their abilities, they can only use up 80% or 90% of their strength at most.

As for himself, he could reach his peak effortlessly, and every strike was at full power!

The way is:

Others' power is acquired through cultivation, and it is ultimately superficial and weak!

As for me, I relied on the panel to gradually increase my skill points! My foundation is as solid as a mountain!

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With the cleanup complete, Morgan and the recovery team returned to Water.

These people were like wooden blocks; no matter how she questioned them, she couldn't get a single word out of them.

……

The CEO's office on the 87th floor of the Water Tower.

"Edgar, what is the company thinking?!"

"How could they let the V-version leak out and create such a monster!"

"My top director fainted from fright; the company must provide compensation!"

Morgan described the monster's power with a serious expression.

At the same time, he observed the changes in the president's expression, trying to find out how much the other party knew.

But the other party clearly did not agree with her statement...

Edgar simply spoke calmly:

"Starlight, first of all, please address me as President, although I don't know where you got this information from."

"But since you've encountered that kind of monster, there's no harm in telling you."

"This medicine has been on the market for a long time; its history is older than you, young lady!"

"Many critically injured and dying lives yearn to live, and families who have lost loved ones also long to see their loved ones again..."

"While I don't know why you described it as so dangerous and powerful, it's actually quite controllable, and also... extremely profitable!"

"Most of them, until the host dies and their consciousness dissipates, are no more than the fighting power of a kitten or puppy."

"Besides, how strong could a monster be that even you can defeat, my pretty-boy lady?"

"Okay, I know you were scared last night, first by Homelander, then by the Tumor, but even so, don't just randomly light up the sky for fun, okay?"

"Go to work, you still have at least three shows to perform today..."

His tone was as if he were comforting a frightened little girl, completely disregarding what she was saying.

Or perhaps Edgar knew the risks involved, but couldn't let go of the potential benefits.

Morgan stood there for a long time, and in the other person's eyes, she saw a madness that would sacrifice everything for profit.

Without another word, he slammed the door and left.

He was completely baffled; even Edgar himself couldn't convince him, let alone the massive conglomerate behind him.

Sure enough, capitalists are willing to strangle themselves in order to make money.

But I don't want to! What if you mess things up and it all falls apart? Where will you go to harvest your fan value?

With this in mind, Morgan prepared to go to the equipment department to seek some support.

"What's wrong, big star? Are you unhappy today? You seem downcast?"

Looking in the direction of the sound,

An Asian engineering goddess with oily smudges on her face strode in, and even her work clothes couldn't hide her stunning figure.

This person was none other than her college roommate, Daisy Stark.

Her ability is that, given blueprints and raw materials, she can quickly produce finished products.

Therefore, Morgan usually calls her the 3D Printer, because her ability can work on any material.

Moreover, she herself is a top genius in mechanical engineering, which makes her very successful in the equipment department.

At the same time, she is also his personal equipment engineer, and half of the "Anti-Homelander Plan" requires her help.

Even the super-strong spotlight yesterday was their doing.

He was the only person Morgan trusted at Waters Corporation.

"...You don't know what happened yesterday?"

"Did you win the award, or did you just give the people of Manhattan a huge shock?"

"It was me fighting monsters! Did you even watch the video I sent you?!"

"Brother, that video is full of noise, and there aren't many surviving pixels. It's impossible to restore it properly, okay?"

Well, that's true. Yesterday's lighting was too bright, so the photos turned out to be a mess.

"To make a long story short, a very dangerous monster has appeared, and I'm having trouble dealing with it."

"Has the energy-concentrating device we commissioned you to build been completed yet?"

Which one? Which equipment option is it?

"That hand cannon with the 177 rating! The one I asked you to expedite last time..."

"It's working, it's working, don't rush me~"

"Is this how you treat your big spenders?! You didn't say this when you received your research funding!"

"You're using me as an ATM?" A "well" slowly appeared on Morgan's head, and he grabbed Print Girl and shook her around.

"Stop shaking! Stop shaking me! If you damage my clever brain, you'll be the one who suffers!"

"Give me a definite answer! Otherwise, hmph!"

wisps of energy appeared in Morgan's hand, instantly triggering Lucy's memories. She quickly turned her face away and changed her words:

"Tomorrow! I'll present it to you with both hands tomorrow!"

After the printing princess begged for mercy and said she would make it overnight.

Morgan then released her.

"That's more like it, there's one more thing..."

"Do you know anyone in the drug development department?"

Since tumor beasts exist, then Walter's drug lab must be hiding experimental subjects!

Having been terrified of poverty, Morgan decided to farm some gold coins in his lab...

"I happen to know one, he's an intern, his name is Bob, here's his picture!"

"Oh, what a coincidence..."

Morgan gave a sly smile to this brother named Bob.

Isn't that the driver from the cleaning team this morning?

In the afternoon, rumors spread like wildfire that an intern had lost the lab key.

It is said that a psychopath broke into the research lab and slaughtered a large number of laboratory mice and rabbits.

Furthermore, valuable research materials and tens of tons of experimental equipment were stolen, resulting in countless losses…

She's there to farm gold coins, why would she need equipment, especially tens of tons of it?

Why didn't you mention taking the lab floor with you?

"I never imagined I'd one day be the Great Sage Who Canopies the Tent."

I checked my results.

The entire floor of the laboratory houses more than 200 mutated rabbits and more than 500 mutated mice.

Together, they only provided 63 gold coins.

They're all [Bandit-level Disasters], I can't even find [Street-level Disasters]. Killing one almost didn't earn me 0.09 gold coins.

Moreover, it would be difficult to find so many mutated creatures gathered together in this way outside, unless a rat swarm breaks out.

If you want to rely on killing rats that are considered "bandit-level disasters," how long would it take to accumulate even a single attribute?

Or... should I just pour some V down the drain myself? Forget it, even I think that's too monstrous...

Moreover, the risks are completely uncontrollable.

The mice we killed today, though also covered in tentacles, were nowhere near as formidable as yesterday's [Urban-Level Calamity] tumor beast.

The monster from last night, with its irrational and lawless rate of flesh and blood proliferation, is still vivid in my mind.

If the opponent consumes enough lives, or suffers multiple non-fatal attacks.

Given the opponent's ability to grow wildly,

It's possible that the opponent could truly become a legendary monster—a "mountain of flesh."

Even if the people of the motherland come, they probably won't be able to solve the problem.

It seems that there are differences between tumor beasts, not just in terms of level. Among tumor beasts, there may be chosen ones who can awaken heaven-defying superpowers.

Was it really just bad luck that I encountered the chosen one?

Or is it that Walter's V has a more potent version?

Their high-end goods aren't in the lab on this floor...