Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

Washington, D.C., the White House.

The nearly 80-year-old president has recently felt increasingly powerless and has made a fool of himself in front of the media.

Watching the setting sun is like seeing myself as the sun sets in the west, as the last rays of its light fade away.

He made up his mind and pressed the button on the table.

A moment later, a bottle of soda was placed on his desk.

After taking a deep sip, he asked in a low voice:

"Walter's V, where is it at now?"

"Updated to version V10.3, Mr. President!"

"Idiot! I told you to describe the effects!"

"Latest findings... reportedly can extend lifespan by 20 years!"

"20!"

He already knew about this thing when he was middle-aged, and he remembered that the effect lasted for 3 years.

The consciousness will remain for 3 years. After 3 years, the consciousness will dissipate, and the corpse will turn into a monster.

Even so, it caused a huge uproar in high-level circles.

Countless wealthy individuals have invested heavily in it, viewing it as a hope for longevity and prosperity.

Even he invested a lot; lifespan is a fatal temptation for anyone...

But nearly 40 years later, V can now last for 20 years!

20...

"It seems this is the final product I've been waiting for."

Forty years later, V has made tremendous progress, but it still hasn't been able to grant immortality, which he finds somewhat regrettable.

"Thomas, arrange for the highest-grade, best-of-the-line supplies to be airlifted to me!"

"Sir, are you sure you want to receive the V injection?"

The bodyguard's words made the old man hesitate for a moment, even among the upper echelons and elite circles of the United States.

It's no secret that V has significantly increased the life expectancy of almost all wealthy individuals.

However, in order to appease the tumors inside their bodies, they must supplement with "human-derived protein" every six months, a protein that cannot be replicated or cultured.

Some people believe this is a deal with the devil and a blasphemy against God!

They prefer a peaceful return to the embrace of death...

For another group of people, this is just a different way of "cannibalism," and it's not something unacceptable.

After all, there are so many homeless people on the streets, and most of them don't even have legal status.

For every amount that disappears, just as much will flow in; nobody will care...

This nearly 80-year-old man, this financial tycoon, also thought in the second way.

If he lives another twenty years, he can continue to dance in America and make another fortune for his family!

So what if I have to sell my soul to the devil!

"Execute the command!"

"yes!"

This scene has been playing out on this land for more than a decade.

Now, after more than a decade of development...

Beneath the seemingly calm surface, countless wealthy and elite individuals who have received life-extending injections are facing the imminent end of their lives once again.

The tumors within them were already restless and ready to replace their hosts at any moment, transforming into real monsters!

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Water Tower, 99th floor, seven-person conference room.

A man in an extremely ugly uniform, whose appearance was laughable, sat upright on a chair on the edge.

As a newbie, I'm trembling with fear and don't dare to say a word.

He is Deepsea, a graduate of Godotkin University in the same year as Morgan, and also a newcomer to the Seven.

In his second year after graduation, he finally got a spot on a seven-person team because they were short of an "Ocean Ambassador".

In Walter's propaganda, he is the master of the seven oceans and a powerful being capable of calming tsunamis.

But he knows his own situation; he's just a nobody.

And now, it's his welcome ceremony, this noob. For this reason, the seven of them have gathered together, waiting to attend the company's new employee gala later.

Deepsea felt honored to be with the Seven, but also extremely distressed.

On his first day at work, he received no well wishes from his colleagues, and no one applauded for him, which made him feel like he was being subjected to emotional abuse.

He felt that the atmosphere in the meeting room of the seven people was very oppressive, and his two colleagues seemed to be having some conflict.

Looking up to the left, Homelander, sitting in the main seat of the Seven, was smiling broadly, staring at Morgan sitting opposite him.

His smile held a chilling edge; if looks could kill, Morgan would have been dead countless times over.

He suddenly realized that what his predecessor, "Locomotive," had said today was true.

The Seven were not as wonderful as he had imagined, especially Homelander, who was a complete tyrant.

Before he came in, the locomotive had repeatedly told him that he must not offend the people of his homeland.

The other party is currently consumed by jealousy, and if things go wrong, there might be a major battle between them and Starlight.

The locomotive advised him not to talk too much today, lest he have to collect his corpse later.

Opposite him stood Morgan, the legendary figure of the Academy, being watched by the Homelanders.

The infamous female tyrant of Godotkin Academy, relying on her ability to fly and generate electricity, bullies both men and women in the academy, making everyone envious...

No! It's utter contempt!

The most famous thing has to be the opponent's "tactics" in the practical training class.

While everyone else was relying on their own abilities, she was carrying eight 8W flashlights.

She insisted that it was a reasonable peripheral that could help her exert her abilities, and she spoke eloquently and persuasively. Her words were approved by the professor, and the college then allowed her to use it.

As a result, once she took flight, she was like a moving sun, so fast that even with superhuman vision, one couldn't see people clearly.

If you chase, it will flash; if you run, it will explode. The damage is not high, but the light pollution is extremely strong.

With just this one move, after being used multiple times, he successfully forced the No.1 Fighter, who could originally fly, to wear glasses.

Fearing being blinded by the brilliance, the other party hurriedly stepped aside, allowing her to dominate Godotkin.

Looking back now,

[A real head-long camera], Morgan with eight heads, and Homelander on the other side who wanted to make a move but didn't dare.

The deep sea remained silent for a long time, thinking to itself:

"...She's still so shameless!"

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"Morgan, what are you doing with a bunch of cameras on your head during my welcoming ceremony?"

"Oh, I'll help you record the good things in life."

Is it a live stream?

"Yes, live."

Across from him, the man's cold smile immediately turned sunny and warm.

He stood up, struck a pose of arrogance, and clapped his hands at the deep sea.

"Let's give a warm welcome to our new member, Deepsea!"

He is a true guardian of the seas! Another great hero in the Seven!

"Deep Sea, my brother, you are a true hero!"

The rest of the people instantly switched to work mode as well...

The performances were increasingly exaggerated, as if they were truly as close as family and had an extremely good relationship.

Faced with congratulations from his childhood idols and these top TV heroes, Deep Sea couldn't help but feel a little fooled.

The locomotive's earlier advice was ignored.

The thought that he was the center of attention today, with the world's top heroes congratulating and praising him, naturally made Deep Sea feel elated.

Shenhai is a fool, and he keeps lying to people.

Shenhai immediately took everyone's compliments seriously, began to call the people of his motherland brothers, and even started his own boastful remarks.

He dared to accept anything anyone said and started to boast wildly about his experiences, looking like he was so overwhelmed by surprise that he couldn't tell the difference between himself and others.

Completely unaware of Homelander's darkening face and the way others looked at him like he was dead.

Originally, this was supposed to be a private meeting where experienced people would teach newcomers, shatter their illusions, teach them to follow the rules, and help them understand their niche.

But because of the live broadcast, it instantly turned into a large studio and became the first deep-sea show!

Poor deep sea, it didn't even learn Walter's "Law of Survival," but instead directly learned hyperinflation.

I'm sure I'll get a "lecture" soon.

Morgan dug a pit for Deep Sea, but unexpectedly, he actually jumped in without a second thought.

Back in school, aside from being annoying and a show-off, this guy wasn't actually that stupid.

However, since you're willing to step in and share the burden, I have no choice but to accept it with tears in my eyes. Farewell, old classmate.