Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Unfortunately, no documents could be found, as if all those things had been taken away.

If it weren't for the mess inside the base and the signs of people ransacking the place, one would suspect that the people inside the base had left temporarily and would come back later.

All these signs made the young people have some ideas about this base, instead of just focusing on the materials left behind.

As the search operation progressed deeper into the base, a very special portal appeared before them.

Since there were no warning signs or conspicuous red letters, it meant that there should be no fatal danger behind this door.

The young men looked at each other and decided to open the door. Naturally, they looked at the rotary wheel valve on the door, which looked like a device for opening the door.

Sure enough, the wheel valve controlled the up and down bolts in front of the door. And since the base had been abandoned relatively recently, the wheel valve had not yet rusted, and turning it was effortless.

When all the bolts were backed out, the big iron door opened with a sharp creaking sound.

What caught my eye was a large, bright room dominated by pure white, with no dead corners. The most striking features were the shiny iron-gray steel washbasin and toilet.

Besides that, there was a... person lying in the middle of the room?

"Why is there someone here?" "Is this person dead or alive?"...

Countless questions were asked by the young people, but it was clear that no one had the answers.

It's no surprise that everyone behaved like this; it just showed how nervous they were.

After all, if someone is suddenly found in a base that is believed to be empty, no one would not panic.

So they can only keep asking questions, hoping someone can answer them to relieve the tension.

But who has the answer?

When the cycle of being asked questions but never having any answers finally came to an end, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, someone brave enough stepped forward and took a closer look at the person lying on the floor in a strange posture in the room.

The man was quite tall, but appeared extremely skinny, clearly malnourished. His skin was a pale, bloodless color, and his nearly bald head of hair looked black. His eyes were barely discernible, having been rolled back so far that only the whites were visible.

There was no noticeable rise and fall of his chest, but there was no pungent stench around.

He checked the breath of the man on the ground and touched his neck, but the result was just that he shook his head.

When everyone saw this action, they knew that this person was dead.

"What should we do? Leave him here?" someone asked.

Everyone expressed disgust at this suggestion. One of them said, "I was thinking of using this as a secret base. Leaving a dead person inside?"

Finally, the boldest young man who took the lead said, "Come and help carry him out and bury him. This will put an end to what happened here."

Of course, the Russians and the Western world don't have the concept of burying the dead. But when it comes to disposing of corpses, the cheapest and cleanest way is, of course, to dig a hole and bury it.

Cremation requires collecting fuel, and burial requires a sturdy coffin or a dedicated grave to hold the deceased. These are more troublesome than digging a grave to bury the body.

If it were discarded carelessly, with today's hygiene concepts, it would certainly lead to bad consequences such as stinking and plague. So it is best to dig a hole and bury it.

In this fantastical world, filled with mutants, vampires, werewolves, and zombies, the dead are the least scary. As long as they don't get up.

So once the decision was made to bury the body, the young men didn't refuse. Two of them held the body by the hands, two by the feet, and two on each side of the waist, and they carried the body out and found a place to bury it.

As for digging tools, they were readily available. Although not enough for everyone, burying a body wasn't a big deal; the only issue was depth. Too shallow and wild animals would easily dig it up and eat it; too deep would be a waste of effort.

However, the body was heavier than expected, and the six strong men were exhausted from carrying it. As they walked out of the underground research base, they didn't notice that the corpse, exposed to the sun, had undergone slight changes.

In Siberia during the summer, sunlight is a precious commodity, bringing warmth. Therefore, the group's route wasn't designed to avoid the sun; they simply walked as straight as possible toward the grove outside the research base.

The grounds of the research base were disguised as ordinary settlements, ensuring that satellites or any other high-altitude reconnaissance methods would be unable to detect any local trickery.

When the base was in operation, even vehicles entering and leaving the base would not use military trucks or other expensive vehicles that should not appear in such a place.

So, according to this layout, there would naturally be a small church and a cemetery, as is the norm in any village. The young people planned to bury their dead there.

Even if the government officials come back, they will not count whether there is an extra pit in this cemetery, which is not known whether it is used as a disguise or is actually used.

However, what they didn't know was that under the scorching yellow sunlight, the suspected corpse in their hands came back to life.

Chapter 5: Sitting up in shock while dying of illness

A certain segment of DNA that humans cannot understand began to take effect, converting this yellow sunlight with a unique wavelength into a certain energy and transmitting it to all parts of this almost exhausted body.

Don't think that this kind of cleansing of the bones and marrow, a complete transformation, is a good thing. This kind of stimulation is more like pouring a basin of cold water into hot oil, making the oil pan explode directly!

These converted energies do not simply increase the body's strength level, but start from the bottom of the cells and significantly enhance all aspects of the senses and body functions.

The gentle breeze that blew past was like a battering ram, striking the sensitive and fragile skin and transmitting the force deep into the body. Not only did the internal organs vibrate, but the bones also cracked.

But these damages were repaired in a remarkably short time, and the repaired parts were even stronger than before. This frail body was constantly strengthened in the alternating cycle of destruction and repair.

Ultra-high and ultra-low frequency sounds that are so subtle that normal people will not notice them, and those beyond the human vocal range, are also training and strengthening the eardrums and auditory nerves in the same way.

Then there are the senses of smell, vision, touch, and pain distributed in every area of ​​the skin. All of these senses communicate with the outside world at a speed beyond human imagination.

In order to respond to such complex sensory information, the brain nerves continue to break through their limits and grow stronger and stronger.

It can be said that the creation of a Man of Steel was not inevitable, but rather a necessary improvement after these super senses were strengthened in order to withstand these feedbacks. Without a Man of Steel, it would be impossible to withstand the pressure brought by these super senses.

It's like having a chassis and drive shaft made of bamboo; it can't unleash the 800-horsepower, Formula One-level engine and tire grip. Ultimately, the car will just fall apart, not achieve amazing results.

These extremely sensitive cells are constantly strengthening themselves and adapting to the aftereffects of being overly sensitive.

At the same time, the cells in various places that have been strengthened have also acquired different functions, but these functions need to be properly developed.

It's just like as long as the car engine is powerful enough and the appearance and parts are matched, the car can also function as a speedboat or an airplane.

However, if the strengthening process involves a long adaptation period, perhaps the person being strengthened would not suffer so much.

But as I said before, this is like pouring cold water into a pot of hot oil; the reaction is violent and rapid. The pain involved is unimaginable to outsiders.

What's worse is that all of the above only improve the physical level. Although the brain cells have been strengthened accordingly, the way of thinking has not changed or grown accordingly.

It's like trying to run a AAA game on a supercomputer using old DOS software. The hardware might be capable, but without the right software and hardware drivers, it's all for naught.

The brain does have a shutdown mechanism, such as causing a person to faint, but this only occurs when the brain is overloaded, and it is not a true shutdown or restart of the brain.

However, the super brain and nerve cells of the person undergoing change are sufficient to process this information, but his thinking and logic have not changed accordingly. Therefore, a brain that has not been pushed to its limit will certainly not make such a move.

What was happening to him now was a chaotic jumble of information swirling through his mind. Optic and auditory nerves were bridging each other, and the olfactory area was vying for territory with the memory and emotion areas.

This is simply different from situations where memory is confused or external stimulation is too intense, causing the nerves to be overloaded and sending out warning messages in the form of pain.

To be honest, the situation that the transformed people are facing now is even worse, because their brains are not functioning as they should, but are actually doing things that hinder their progress.

This is because the strengthened organs and muscles in his body are strong enough, otherwise, under the command of his chaotic brain, they might also rebel.

Fortunately, the worst thing did not happen. His whole body seemed to be controlled by instinct, allowing him to function normally like a human being.

However, the manifestation was still kept to a minimum and nothing was shown. Therefore, those young Russians carrying the "corpse" were about to resurrect if they didn't realize what they were holding.

When they arrived at their destination, they roughly threw the "body" to the ground. Several people began to look for land and tools to prepare to bury the body.

Whether it was the air flow during the movement or the parts of the body that the young men were holding, it all brought a terrifying thrill to the unconscious man. So, for an ordinary person, this blow was no less powerful than a heavy bomb exploding nearby.

If that didn't make someone die, then they were probably dead. So, not surprisingly, well... it was quite unexpected for the young people. The "corpse" that had been thrown to the ground sat up in shock and roared!

Such a sudden change would have scared the hell out of the young people. Among all the strange rumors and inhuman enemies, the most troublesome one was the zombies.

Because he is already dead, no one knows how to kill him again.

Headshot? If it doesn't work, then I'll be the one dying!

Before the young people could figure out what to do, the person who pretended to be dead ran away...leaving a group of living people looking at each other in bewilderment.

The awakened person's mind is still confused. Now it's just the body's instincts that control them, just like when you hit your knee or arm with a hammer, your foot or hand will jump up on its own. It has nothing to do with the brain; it's just a nervous reaction.

So his running was just an instinctive pursuit of energy, the light of the yellow sun, just like a hungry person chasing after a scent or a thirsty person wanting to drink water.

Of course, a chase like this wouldn't intentionally destroy anything. Anywhere that would cast a shadow wouldn't be his route.

There would be no sightings of crashing into trees or passing through rocks on the road. It would just be one person, riding away at an astonishing speed.

When he reached the end of the land, the runner was already naked. His cotton hospital gown had no ability to withstand the wind pressure and had been torn and ripped apart during the run.

The end of the land wasn't the end of his run. With one giant leap, he leaped from the cliff to the sea, treading water as he went. His speed wasn't much slower than on land.

Instead, the shockwave from breaking the sound barrier caused the ocean to surge, sending monstrous waves swaying to either side. It was like a speedboat gliding across the water, except the impact and speed of this "speedboat" weighed at least 10,000 tons.

But as the height of the waves became lower and lower, it showed that the speed of the runner was getting slower and slower.

Finally he stopped at a coast and fell on the beach soaked by the cold sea water.

Chapter 6 Saved

What does it feel like to wake up hungry?

It felt like the stomach was being clamped in a vise, and then it was spinning 360 degrees, 720 degrees, and so on.

It's the kind that makes people grit their teeth, hold their stomachs, and curl up like a boiled shrimp.

Of course, the person who wakes up will not think how lucky he is to be woken up by hunger.

He simply intuitively sensed the difference in his surroundings, lying on a different mattress, looking at a different scene in the room. But he didn't think much about it, he just saw and felt it.

"Wake up, stranger."

The hoarse voice came from a frail, white-haired old man. His mustache was the only thing he had that was meticulously groomed. The rest of his appearance, while not slovenly, wasn't particularly well-groomed either.

He sat by the dead fireplace, holding a clear glass filled with cheap amber whiskey.

So, was he the one talking just now?

The thoughts that came back online only brought a sharp pain to his head, almost making him forget the pain in his stomach.

The brain, with its newly divided administrative areas, was no longer in the chaos it once was. The awakened person didn't know if he had adapted, or if his superpowers had been temporarily deactivated, but he seemed to have returned to normal, carefully observing his surroundings.

So, the old man no longer speaks Russian, but Eagle language instead?

As someone who grew up in a test-oriented education system, I did learn Eagle Language. Unfortunately, my grades were terrible. I would miss some parts of a normal conversation and wouldn't understand nine out of ten sentences.

Just now the old man was asking himself if he was awake. Right?

Hey, why do you understand it this time?

Because his thoughts suddenly took a turn, his head hurt again, making him grit his teeth.

Although the old man's greeting was not responded to, he was able to enjoy a facial expression show that was comparable to face changing.

First, he looked silly, then the pain made his face wrinkle like a chrysanthemum. Then he looked around in confusion, with all kinds of puzzlement and surprise. Finally, the pain made his face look like shit again.

The old man began to wonder if he had picked up a mental patient. These days, besides those who were obviously not human, the ones you should never mess with are the mentally ill.

Thinking of this, his hand couldn't help but touch the shotgun hidden in the corner of the chair, ready to shoot at any patient who attacked him.

The man who finally woke up remembered how starving he was. He saw a roll of bread and cold French fries beside his bed, and without thinking, he grabbed a handful and stuffed them into his mouth.

If an ordinary person's stomach has experienced a long period of hunger, it is only suitable to eat some liquid food, otherwise it will be vomited due to indigestion.

But now he had a stomach of steel, and even if he ate real iron products, he could digest them in front of others, let alone just bread and French fries.

The portion on the plate wasn't large, so I finished it in a few bites. However, the eating process wasn't particularly pleasant.

Starting from the mouth, the entire digestive system organs and cells are once again upgraded under the guidance of super senses. Otherwise, the cells will collapse due to the stimulation.

At the same time, all the information about the cell upgrading process, the taste stimulation brought by food, and all the changes in the eating process flows into the brain.

Fortunately, my brain, now back online and working in a coordinated manner, didn't let this kind of stimulation and change cause my body to completely lose control. It was just the influx of chaotic information that caused my thoughts to become confused.

Those who woke up took some time to sort out their thoughts and adjust to all the stimulation.

It feels like when food enters your mouth, the whole process is like a movie being turned into a picture, played frame by frame.

Then, I added detailed annotations to each picture, stuffing all the information I needed or didn't need into my head.

This large amount of information seems redundant, but in fact there are still quite a few blind spots.

Just like when you put French fries in your mouth, you can tell that the majority of the ingredients are starch; but there are many distinguishable flavors and ingredients, the content of which is unknown.

It's not that this world doesn't have these component analyses, it's just that I'm unaware of them. Neither the self in this world nor the self in the previous world has any relevant memories.

It's like a puzzle that should have a complete picture, but many pieces are missing, resulting in a lot of blank spaces.

This situation is certainly confusing and even a little frustrating.

But for some reason, this "emotion" was like a stabilizer, allowing the chaotic thoughts to find a thread; thus unraveling everything and sorting out a set of mental rules, instead of letting the thoughts get out of control.

In reality, everything that happened probably took the old man less than a breath of time before he saw the man on the bed regain his composure.