American Comic: A God-level Simulation at the Start Ignites the Entire Audience
Chapter 1: The System is Finally Here, Can It Deduce the Future?
An emergency news flash was broadcasting on the giant screen in New York's Times Square.
Playboy Tony Stark, wearing a custom suit, casually dropped a bombshell that shocked the world in front of countless flashing lights and microphones.
"I am Iron Man."
And next to the giant screen hung a massive poster, dozens of meters high.
On the poster, Homelander wore a Star-Spangled Banner cape, hands on his hips, with a bright, sunny smile, looking like the savior of all mankind.
Standing at the edge of the sidewalk, Wen Bo looked at these two completely different scenes and silently uttered a classic Chinese curse.
"Fuck."
He had transmigrated.
In his previous life, he worked himself to the bone starting a business, going bald in the process, until the company finally went public, allowing him to cash out a few small targets and achieve complete financial freedom.
He had just bought a seaside Villa.
And he had only experienced three days of his retired life with young models at the club.
Then he woke up, and it was all gone.
He had become an ordinary Asian youth living in Brooklyn, New York.
Aside from a handsome face, his pockets were cleaner than his face.
Losing his savings was fine; he could just write it off as spending money to avoid disaster.
The most fatal part was the background setting of this world.
The Marvel Universe combined with The Boys.
This was a pure hell-mode start.
The difficulty of surviving in the Marvel Universe needed no explanation.
Aliens would launch global invasions at the drop of a hat.
Walking down the street, one could be smashed into meat paste at any moment by a Hulk falling from the sky.
In a few years, he would also have to face the Purple Sweet Potato's Universe-level plan.
Ordinary people here were too fragile to even serve as cannon fodder.
And now, The Boys had been forcefully shoved in as well.
This made it even more despair-inducing.
Vought Company was nominally a talent agency for superheroes, marketing positive energy on TV every day.
In reality, the building was filled with a bunch of psychologically twisted deviants.
Glamorous on the surface, they treated human lives like grass and child's play behind the scenes.
As for dealing with villains, the Avengers were there to handle them.
But against this bunch of psychopaths from Vought Company, ordinary people stood absolutely no chance.
Vought Company had massive influence and immense capital.
Even if you were run over and turned into a mist of blood by A-Train on the street, the news would only casually report it as an ordinary traffic accident.
There was nowhere to reason, and not even a door to seek justice.
Wen Bo withdrew his gaze and sighed.
Right now, he was just an ordinary passerby at the very bottom.
No genetic mutations, no high-tech armor, and definitely no money power.
If he encountered aliens robbing a bank, he would have to run for his life with his head in his hands.
If he ran into Homelander in a bad mood, he might not even get the chance to run.
Just then.
The phone in Wen Bo's pocket suddenly vibrated.
A breaking news alert pushed jointly by major media outlets popped up.
"[The private jet carrying Baltimore Mayor Steve was attacked by unknown terrorists, and the plane disintegrated and crashed at an altitude of 30,000 feet. The mayor and his only son unfortunately perished.]"
Below the text was a photo of the balding middle-aged man and his young son taken when they were alive.
As Wen Bo read the news, his eyelids twitched violently.
Others might not know the inside story, but he knew it all too well.
This was not a terrorist attack at all, nor was it even an aircraft malfunction.
This was purely Homelander's doing.
The mayor held dirt on Vought Company's human experimentation and tried to negotiate terms with the executives.
As a result, he angered this so-called superhero.
Two beams of Heat Vision sliced right through, and the plane broke in half in mid-air.
The mayor of a major city was quietly taken out just like that.
Afterward, Vought Company was even able to sweep the matter completely under the rug, blaming it entirely on terrorists.
This was the reality of the living environment here.
Human lives were treated like weeds.
Wen Bo took a deep breath.
The sense of unease in his heart instantly amplified, nearly swallowing him whole.
Just as he was considering whether to quickly buy a ticket to flee New York...
A cold mechanical voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"[Ding! Super Simulator System successfully bound. This system can deduce and simulate the host's future path.]"
Immediately after.
Several lines of translucent text floated out of thin air in Wen Bo's field of vision.
"[Do you want to start the first future simulation?]"
Wen Bo was stunned at first.
Then, an uncontrollable ecstasy surged in his heart.
The system is here.
The standard-issue golden finger for transmigrators had finally arrived.
With this, his chances of survival would skyrocket.
Being able to deduce the future meant knowing all hidden crises in advance.
Even if he couldn't win, he could at least pack up and run away ahead of time.
Wen Bo forced down the excitement in his heart.
He muttered in his mind, "Start simulation!"
The translucent text in front of him immediately changed like flowing water.
"[Please select the exclusive talents for this simulation. The host can choose up to three.]"
Below the text, a large row of option boxes of various colors instantly refreshed.
Wen Bo quickly scanned through them.
The colors were divided into white, green, and blue.
According to the information synchronized into his mind by the system, talents were divided into five grades: White, Green, Blue, Purple, and Gold.
Gold was the top-tier god-level talent.
His luck today was average; no Purple or Gold talents appeared in front of him.
Most of them were White talents.
White talents were not only useless, but many would even bring negative effects.
For example, the first one was [Destitute].
"[Destitute: You start by losing all your savings, with only ten dollars in cash left on you.]"
This was definitely a pure negative curse.
Green talents were slightly more normal, basically consisting entirely of positive buffs.
Blue talents could bring visible advantages.
Wen Bo carefully looked through all the options and made a decision in his mind.
He selected three talents: [A Little Luck], [Athletic Expert], and [Calm Mind].
One blue, two green.
"[A Little Luck: Your daily life will always be accompanied by some unexpected good luck.]"
Luck was a mysterious thing, but at life-and-death moments, it could often play a role in saving one's life.
"[Athletic Expert: You are born with excellent athletic nerves and a strong physique far exceeding ordinary people.]"
A green physical buff option.
The environment was too dangerous; running fast was also a core competitiveness.
At this stage, what he needed most was a durable physical quality.
"[Calm Mind: When encountering sudden dangerous events, you can always maintain an extraordinary level of rationality and will not panic.]"
Also a green talent.
The more difficult the situation, the more one needed to calmly analyze the situation.
Panic would only accelerate the speed of meeting God.
Selection complete.
Wen Bo let out a long breath.
The text on the system panel changed once again.
"[Talents equipped, life simulation officially started!]"
Chapter 2: Starting by Wooing Gwen, Am I a Total Pervert?
The text on the system panel scrolled like flowing water.
[Day 1: A pretty White female transfer student named Gwen Stacy joined the class.]
[In the afternoon after school, you ran into a few hoodlums cornering Gwen in the alley behind the school, and you decisively stepped in.]
[Relying on physical fitness far surpassing ordinary people, you easily knocked these scoundrels to the ground in a few moves. You also sustained a minor scrape. Gwendeveloped a favorable impression of you, and a strong sense of crisis drove you to start working out like crazy after returning home.]
Wen Bo looked at the panel before him and couldn't help exclaiming, "Good grief."
It was actually Gwen Stacy.
He hurriedly searched the memories in his brain.
He confirmed that there was no classmate named Peter Parker around him.
Otherwise, he would have truly thought he stole Spider-Man's exclusive script.
Being able to take down several hoodlums alone relied entirely on the [Sports Expert] talent to hold the ground.
If it were the frail body from when he had just transmigrated, rushing up there would purely be getting beaten up unilaterally.
[Day 2: While undergoing high-intensity physical training, you kept in touch with Gwen. A wonderful chemistry developed between you two.]
Wen Bo froze in place.
Developed feelings for the young girl so quickly?
Is this something he would do?
It made him look like a man whose mind was full of lustful intentions at first sight.
This simulator must be malfunctioning.
How could he, Wen Bo, be such a superficial person?
Speechless as he was, Wen Bo still continued to read down.
[Day 5: A supervillain with freezing abilities broke into the school and killed four students on the spot. You had good luck; you happened not to be at the scene and were completely unharmed.]
[However, watching classmates fall in pools of blood, your mood was heavy. Gwen took the initiative to run over and comfort your emotions. After returning home, you doubled down on draining your physical stamina for workouts.]
Skipping two days in the middle, it went straight to the fifth day.
After reading this record, Wen Bo's eyelids twitched.
Truly a world where human lives are as worthless as grass.
Just five days after transmigrating, he could run into a supervillain killing people in public.
Fortunately, it was a close call without actual danger.
Wen Bo touched his chin.
Being able to survive by sheer luck was presumably because the [A Little Luck] talent played a key role.
Without the blessing of this luck, he might already be lying in the morgue.
Since he knew something major would happen at the school in five days, he would definitely avoid the center of the storm in advance.
Knowing there are tigers in the mountain yet still heading towards the tiger mountain is purely having a screw loose in the brain.
If he can't afford to provoke them, can't he at least hide from them?
At that time, he could just take a leave of absence and not go to school.
In addition, Gwen this girl was quite thoughtful, even knowing to proactively run over to comfort people.
However, Wen Bo still firmly believed he wouldn't easily fall for the other person.
He was a man destined to accomplish great things.
[Day 7: Your muscles became firmer, and you felt happy. At the same time, your relationship with Gwen heated up rapidly.]
[Day 21: After continuous high-intensity training, you found that your physique had already reached the upper limit of ordinary athletes. There was hardly any room for further progress. You felt quite lost and began searching everywhere for methods to acquire superpowers.]
[Gwen perceived your low mood and gently accompanied you by your side to counsel you. You were deeply moved, and to thank this kind girl, you brought her back home. After a whole night of in-depth communication, you completed a ceremony for My Lord.]
Seeing the first few sentences.
Wen Bo's brows furrowed tightly.
Sure enough.
The physical limits of ordinary people were right here.
Even with athletic talent, at most it was just the level of an Olympic champion.
In a dangerous environment full of gods and Celestials, this physique wasn't even qualified to be cannon fodder.
He must think of a way to get superpowers as soon as possible.
But when seeing the last two sentences.
The art style suddenly changed.
Wen Bo's head was full of question marks.
To thank someone, he directly offered himself to her?
What kind of gratitude is this?
Isn't this really just lusting after her body?
Stop!
Is he, Wen Bo, such a vulgar person?
What on earth is this crappy system doing, forcibly portraying him as a beast who thinks with his lower half!
Feeling that the system had a deep misunderstanding of him, Wen Bo took a deep breath and continued to look down.
[Day 22: You still haven't found a path to acquire superpowers. At night, you brought Gwen home again to continue your repaying-kindness behavior.]
Wen Bo's face turned somewhat green.
Was he that thirsty?
How come he didn't feel a thing.
This simulator is definitely slandering him!
Perhaps it was because this eighteen-year-old body had too much vital fire.
A young man full of vigor, coupled with the blessing of a top-tier physique, had nowhere to vent his energy.
Right, it must be for physical reasons, and it has not a single dime's worth of relation to his soul and thoughts.
Wen Bo guiltily touched his nose.
[Day 23: Your plan to find superpowers continued to hit a wall. Tonight you didn't bring Gwen home. Instead, you directly climbed through the window and sneaked into Gwen's bedroom.]
[Your movements were too loud, alarming her Directorfather George. George was so angry he drew his service pistol. Under Gwen's desperate cover, you fled in panic holding up your pants.]
Seeing the first half of the sentence.
Wen Bo nodded with satisfaction.
A man should prioritize his career; what kind of ability is it to indulge in female beauty every day?
As expected of him, Wen Bo, he finally knew to turn back from his lost path.
But when he finished reading the second half, he directly fell silent.
Good grief.
Changed maps, huh! Starting to play exciting things!
Sneaking into the Director's house to backdoor?
How could this possibly be something he did!
Absolutely impossible!
Wen Bo touched his nose again.
Could it be that this White young girl was truly too pretty? And her figure was too good?
[Day 24: Because of last night's absurd affair, Gwen was strictly grounded by her father. At night without her accompanying you, you felt extremely uncomfortable all over, empty and lonely.]
Wen Bo: "..."
He wished he could slap himself twice right now.
Too spineless!
This crappy system definitely smuggled private goods!
He, Wen Bo, a dignified business tycoon transmigrator, is definitely not such a scumbag obsessed with female beauty!
Chapter 3: Forcibly Triggering Spider Mutation, Dying On The Spot
Wen Bo forcibly suppressed the urge to curse and continued looking at the panel.
[Day 25: You searched everywhere for superpowers without any clues, feeling extremely heavy-hearted. Today, the class organized a visit and study trip to a biotechnology company. Several Mutated Spiders were raised in the exhibition area.]
[Not long after, Gwen was bitten by a Mutated Spider. You keenly perceived that some unspeakable biochemical reactions had taken place on her body.]
[You instantly understood that the person you met was not Spider-Man, but the female version, Spider-Woman. The shortcut to becoming stronger was right before your eyes. You hesitated for a few seconds and actively leaned in to let the Mutated Spider take a bite. You died of poison on the spot.]
After reading the last line of words, Wen Bo put away his thoughts, and his expression became extremely solemn.
Is this the end of the whole show just like that?
Bitten by a bug, and instantly passing away on the spot.
He carefully studied the simulation log from just now.
After being bitten, Gwen not only did not die, but also showed obvious strengthening reactions on her body.
Combined with the other party's name.
This was definitely a standard American comic hero origin story.
But what made him unhappy was.
Why was Gwen alive and kicking after being bitten, while when he actively leaned in to get bitten, he just threw his life away?
Gwen's parents were both ordinary people, so the Mutated Spider definitely didn't pick bloodlines.
Thinking carefully, this thing purely depended on looks.
The rich in the Marvel Universe relied on technology, while the poor relied on mutation, and essentially it all depended on having luck bestowed upon oneself.
Those who could survive biochemical mutation were all one-in-several-million super lucky ones.
The remaining extras who wanted to forcibly replicate the protagonist's route would only have one end: being sent straight to the crematory.
In other words, with his current ordinary luck, touching these mutation sources was purely courting death.
If you don't court death, you won't die.
As the first simulation ended, the text on the panel continued to emerge.
[This life simulation has ended!]
[The final rating is: D-Rank]
[The rating did not reach B-Rank or above, there are no special item rewards.]
[Survival time is less than thirty days, the simulator enters the cooldown stage, countdown one hour!]
[Synchronizing the physical fitness obtained in the simulation to the host's main body!]
[Please select one of the three initial talents this time to retain.]
[The retained talent will definitely appear in the next simulation options!]
[Tip: A single talent can be retained for a maximum of three consecutive times, and after the count is exhausted, it will rejoin the random card pool.]
The text had just disappeared.
A scorching warm current appeared out of thin air, instantly surging into Wen Bo's limbs and bones.
He could clearly feel that every cell in his body was frantically absorbing this energy.
A dozen seconds later.
The warm current gradually receded.
Wen Bo clenched his fists tightly.
His whole body was filled with an abundant sense of power, completely different from his previous weak and thin appearance.
He walked quickly in front of the full-length mirror.
The person in the mirror had more three-dimensional and distinct facial features, with a clear jawline.
The casual jacket on his body was directly stretched open, turning into a tight-fitting garment, faintly revealing solid muscle contours.
His height of 1.82 meters appeared tall, upright, and slender.
Taking off his top, the streamlined muscle lines were clear at a glance, full of aesthetic feeling and strength.
The eight-pack abs were neatly arranged.
His body shape had changed, and his entire temperament had also changed drastically accordingly.
The whole person exuded a strong sense of confidence.
Wen Bo looked at himself in the mirror, the corners of his mouth turning up.
This cheat was somewhat interesting.
The exercise achievements in the simulation could be directly cashed out into the real world.
By analogy, as long as he obtained superpowers in the simulated life, he could also synchronously acquire them in reality.
With the system's blessing, things like mutation completely had room for operation.
As long as a top-tier luck talent was brushed out subsequently.
And then go let the Mutated Spider take a bite, the success rate would definitely skyrocket in a straight line.
The hope of surviving in the doomsday environment was getting bigger and bigger.
Wen Bo looked back at the system panel.
He asked somewhat curiously, "System, what is the specific use of scoring and rating?"
The system's cold mechanical voice rang out immediately.
[D-Rank is the lowest rating. When a single simulation rating reaches B-Rank or above, the host will receive special rewards, which can directly solidify the simulation talent onto the real body.]
[B-Rank can solidify blue talent, A-Rank can solidify purple talent, S-Rank can solidify golden divine-level talent.]
[Note: The talent solidified to reality only takes effect on reality and no longer interferes with the simulation process. However, the solidified talent still has a chance of being randomly brushed out in the simulation card pool, and after being selected, it can continue to affect the simulated life.]
Hearing the system's explanation.
Wen Bo's eyes lit up completely.
He could even extract talents to use in reality.
If he solidified a golden good luck talent in reality.
Going out and buying a lottery ticket would directly empty the prize pool.
By then, let alone going to rub against a spider bite, even if he directly injected Captain America's serum, it is estimated that he could achieve a hundred percent perfect fusion without any side effects.
The golden divine-level talent was definitely a sharp weapon for clearing the game.
The system had considered things very thoroughly.
The only restriction was that after being solidified into reality, it didn't care about matters inside the simulator anymore.
But none of this was a problem; as long as it could still be randomly brushed out, it wouldn't affect the overall situation.
However, Wen Bo glanced at his pitiful D-Rank score, and suddenly felt a bit of a headache.
To extract the golden divine-level talent, he had to get an S-Rank evaluation in the simulation.
In this world where human lives were cheaper than paper, wanting to get an S-Rank evaluation was truly extremely difficult.
Wen Bo sighed.
Being anxious was useless either.
The survival time was too short, and the simulator had now entered a one-hour cooldown period.
He could only sit by the bed, patiently waiting for the cooldown time to end.
Chapter 4: Golden Child of Destiny: Picking Up a Divine Artifact Right Outside the Door!
Wen Bo sat on the edge of the bed and asked in his mind, "System, how exactly is the cooldown time converted?"
The system's mechanical voice immediately sounded.
[For every full month of simulation, the cooldown time increases by one hour. If survival is less than a month, it is counted as one hour.]
[The next deduction can only be started after the cooldown countdown reaches zero.]
Hearing this, Wen Bo felt a lot more at ease.
It was only an hour; he could easily wait.
He shifted his gaze to the last line of prompt on the panel.
Choose one out of three, retaining one talent to bring into the next simulation.
There was absolutely no need to hesitate.
He would definitely choose the only blue talent.
This was the most cost-effective choice at this stage.
"I choose to retain [A Little Luck]." Wen Bo decisively gave the command.
[Command confirmed. Blue talent [A Little Luck] has been retained. This option will definitely appear when drawing talents next time.]
According to the system's explanation, a single talent could only be retained three times in a row.
Once the three times were used up, if he wanted to get this talent again, he would have to rely on his luck to draw it from the card pool.
However, he couldn't worry about things that far ahead right now; being able to keep it three times was already a win.
Having made his choice, Wen Bo was just about to lie down and rest for a while.
"Grumble—"
His stomach suddenly let out a protesting rumble.
He was hungry.
And it was the kind of hunger where his stomach was stuck to his back, with stomach acid churning.
Wen Bo instinctively reached into his pocket, wanting to pull out his phone to order takeout.
When he pulled it out and looked, it was a Nokia bar phone with buttons that were almost completely worn down.
He slapped his thigh hard.
He had almost forgotten that it was now 2009.
Smartphones were not yet popular, and there wasn't even a shadow of food delivery apps.
Even if some fast-food restaurants offered delivery, the delivery fees were ridiculously expensive.
Most importantly, he had no money.
His past life of spending money like water as a domineering CEO had already vanished like a bubble.
Now, his identity was a poor student living on welfare.
Both parents dead—the standard starting point of a Qidian orphanage protagonist.
His living space was low-rent housing allocated by the community, only a dozen or so square meters; he could hit the wall just by turning around.
Aside from a single bed and a broken wardrobe, there wasn't even a decent piece of furniture in the room.
After rent and utilities, the remaining dollars were barely enough to maintain his vital signs.
This also explained why this body was as thin as a bamboo pole when he first crossed over.
Thinking about ordering takeout, such a luxurious act, was pure wishful thinking.
Wen Bo sighed, resignedly found a chipped enamel bowl, and boiled some water.
He prepared a pack of cheap instant noodles bought on discount.
Three minutes later, he ate everything, including the soup.
He wasn't full.
Not only was he not full, but his strong desire to eat was instead completely triggered.
He felt like he could swallow a whole cow right now.
Wen Bo tore open two more packs of instant noodles and soaked them together.
It was only after stuffing these three large bowls of noodles into his stomach that he barely felt a trace of fullness.
Looking at the empty instant noodle bags on the table, he fell into deep thought.
The side effect of his physical enhancement had appeared.
With the physical foundation of [Athletic Expert], his metabolic rate far exceeded that of ordinary people, and his appetite had more than tripled.
"The poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts." The ancients truly did not deceive me.
If he kept eating like this, he wouldn't even have to wait for supervillains to kill him; he would starve himself to death.
Making money had become an urgent, top priority.
But in a dog-eat-dog capitalist place like New York, it was as difficult as climbing to heaven for a high school student with no diploma and no capital to make big money.
He had many business ideas ahead of his time in his head, but without start-up capital, they were all empty talk.
After thinking for a long time without any clues.
Wen Bo simply shook his head and put the matter of making money aside for now.
Right now, there was only one most important thing.
And that was the simulator.
As long as he got good things from the simulator, the problems in reality could be easily solved.
The countdown in the upper right corner of his vision was ticking.
[Cooldown time: 3 minutes 12 seconds]
[Cooldown time: 1 minute 45 seconds]
...
[Cooldown time: 10 seconds]
Watching the numbers approach zero, Wen Bo's breathing quickened slightly.
He kept rubbing his fingers, filled with anticipation.
Finally.
The last second ticked away.
[Cooldown ended.]
[Would you like to start a new round of life simulation immediately?]
"Start!" Wen Bo said without hesitation.
[Simulation starting. Please select three initial talents from the following options.]
A large row of options instantly filled the screen.
A total of twenty blind box talents.
[Frail and Sickly] (White)
[Penniless] (White)
[A Little Luck] (Blue - Retained)
[Street Punk] (White)
[Sweet Talker] (White)
...
Wen Bo scanned the lines quickly, rapidly filtering out these useless, trash options.
Suddenly.
His gaze suddenly locked onto the very bottom of the panel.
His heart seemed to skip a beat.
An indescribable wild joy rushed straight to his head.
Among a pile of trashy white options.
A brilliant and dazzling golden light shone out, almost blinding his eyes.
It was like a blazing sun in the night sky, radiating thousands of beams of light.
It was really golden!
Wen Bo stood up abruptly, unable to resist cursing.
"Fuck!"
He hit the jackpot!
A golden god-grade talent!
[Child of Destiny] (Golden)!
[Child of Destiny: You are deeply favored by the world's will, with great fortune bestowed upon you. You are the well-deserved protagonist of this era. No matter what hardships you encounter, you can turn bad luck into good, and find safety in times of danger, stepping up to the peak of life!]
After reading the talent description clearly, Wen Bo sucked in a breath of cold air.
This wasn't just a talent; this was clearly an official cheat.
What is a Child of Destiny? It is a god of luck who can pick up a divine artifact just by going outside.
With the blessing of this talent, it would be hard not to get a high score in this simulation.
His survival time would definitely be greatly extended.
As long as he survived long enough to get an S-Rankrating.
He would be able to directly solidify this [Child of Destiny] into his body in the real world!
When that time came, he would be the real-life protagonist.
He could turn danger into safety when encountering villains, and even win the jackpot when buying a lottery ticket.
With the blessing of destiny, in this crisis-ridden world, he would truly have the capital to protect himself.
Wen Bo's hands trembled slightly with excitement.
This luck was simply beyond ridiculous—it was absolutely absurd.
Just as he was falling asleep, someone brought him a pillow.
It had directly rolled the top-tier golden talent for him.
This was a perfect start that he had never even dreamed of.
Chapter 5: Beating Up Punks and Massively Boosting Gwen's Favorability
After his initial ecstasy, Wen Bo quickly cooled his head.
Happiness is one thing.
To completely solidify this golden talent into his real body, he had to get the highest S-Rank evaluation in the simulation.
If he didn't meet the standard, this talent could only be kept and inherited up to three times.
Once the three chances were used up, it would drop back into the random card pool.
If he wanted to draw it again next time, he would probably have to wait until his next life.
That meant he had to forcefully pull off an S-Rankclearance evaluation within his next four chances.
As for whether he could actually get an S-Rank, he had no clue at all in his heart.
Wen Bo took a deep breath and swept his gaze over the remaining options.
Suddenly, a noble purple light came into view.
He couldn't help smacking his lips, wondering if his hard work in his past life was just to build up this incredible stroke of luck today?
Aside from the golden divine-level, a purple talent had actually been rolled out in the card pool.
[Combat Master] (Purple)
[Combat Master: You were born for combat. Facing any scale of slaughter and brawl, you will not feel fear. You can instantly perceive weaknesses, master various combat styles in the shortest time, and unleash extraordinary lethality.]
This was a divine skill tailor-made for actual combat.
As expected of a high-level purple talent.
Just by looking at the description, one could understand that this thing not only improved hard-hitting strength, but also came with a psychological quality-enhancing buff.
Not panicking at all when facing danger, being bold yet meticulous.
With this ability as a foundation,
his robust muscles were no longer just for show, but real, practical killing techniques.
In this world where villains ran rampant, he could deal with danger more calmly, and the probability of surviving would definitely skyrocket.
The hope of getting an S-Rank evaluation naturally became even greater.
The remaining options were basically all whiteboards and green.
There was only one blue talent, which was the [A Little Luck] kept from before.
After a brief calculation, Wen Bo decisively abandoned the blue luck.
The system had reminded him before that talents of the same type could not have their effects stacked.
Since he already had a golden fortune halo hanging on him, wearing a blue one on top of that would be a completely redundant waste of space with no extra gains.
He had to pick something more practical to make up for his shortcomings.
He picked and chose among the green stack and selected one.
[Windfall] (Green)
[Windfall: You can obtain 100,000 US dollars in cash.]
Three had been gathered.
Wen Bo said, "Select Child of Destiny, Combat Master, Windfall!"
[Talent locking complete! Simulation starting!]
[Day 1: On the way home from school, you encounter Gwen being surrounded and blocked by punks. Under the blessing of [Combat Master], you are like a god of war possessing you, beating everyone flat in a few punches and kicks, and you don't even scratch a layer of skin. Gwen's favorability towards you increases massively.]
[You begin to study and learn various combat styles. At 9 PM, you go out for a walk, and under the crooked-necked tree of the abandoned factory next door, you pick up a black plastic bag.]
[Opening it to take a look, inside is a full 100,000 US dollars in cash. You instantly become wealthy.]
The effect was immediate.
Last time saving Gwen, he still got a bit hurt.
This time he cleared it completely without injury.
A cheating life was indeed refreshing.
In addition, Wen Bo found that the text description this time was much more concise than last time.
It seemed that for repeatedly occurring events, the system would automatically streamline the text.
But when he saw the last sentence,
Wen Bo was directly stunned on the spot.
Good grief.
Going out and picking up money directly?
It turned out that the delivery form of the green wealth talent was to let him go out and pick up a black bag.
This operation was truly simple and crude.
But immediately after, Wen Bo's eyes lit up abruptly, and his breathing accelerated.
The simulator simulated things that were about to happen in the future.
In other words,
as long as tomorrow night at 9 PM, he strolled over to the crooked-necked tree of the abandoned factory next door,
this 100,000 US dollars would be his!
Wen Bo's mouth curved up wildly, and his heart felt wonderful.
A few minutes ago, he was still worrying about three meals a day, and now the system directly delivered money to his door.
This was 100,000 US dollars in 2009, and its weight was quite heavy.
Having the physique of a top athlete, his daily calorie consumption was simply a bottomless pit.
Taking top stars in the NBA as a comparison, in order to maintain their peak body fat rate and muscle mass, they had to eat a full seven meals a day.
They also had to spend a lot of money to hire the most professional private chefs and nutrition experts.
Just the expense of buying top-tier ingredients a day would easily cost several hundred dollars.
For ordinary working people, they wouldn't even be able to afford the meal money of those people for a single day.
With this windfall as a foundation, he could finally let go of his stomach to supplement high-quality meat, without worrying about his physical fitness regressing due to inadequate nutrition.
This could truly be considered a pleasant surprise.
Wen Bo calmed his excited mood and continued to look down at the simulation progress.
[Day 2: You binge-watch recordings of various combat events and crazily absorb actual combat experience. At the same time, you maintain daily contact with Gwen, and a somewhat indescribable affection sprouts between the two of you.]
[Day 3: While practicing striking power-generation techniques, you browse the internet to look up cases of being bitten by a radioactive Mutated Spider.]
[Finally, you come to a conclusion. Being bitten by this kind of bug has a ninety-nine percent chance of sudden death on the spot. The remaining one percent will result in lifelong disability. Only an extremely faint, slim chance can cause the human gene chain to undergo recombination and mutation.]
After reading this section of tips,
Wen Bo narrowed his eyes.
Sure enough.
Being bitten to death by a spider was purely a matter of probability acting up.
And it was an event with an ultra-high mortality rate.
No wonder in the last simulation, he went straight up and met his demise.
Ordinary blue luck talents simply couldn't suppress the fatal Shura field.
Even if he hadn't died last time, the outcome would most likely have been full-body paralysis.
Only the one-in-a-hundred-million super prize could gain the superpowers of Spider-Woman.
Thinking of this, Wen Bo's eyes faintly lit up.
Times have changed.
In this simulation, he entered the field with the golden divine-level talent [Child of Destiny].
The top-tier luck halo specialized in treating all kinds of low-probability events.
He clearly remembered that the twenty-fifth day was the day Gwen would encounter the Mutated Spider.
He was very looking forward to what kind of sparks would collide when [Child of Destiny] confronted the Mutated Spider head-on at that time.
As long as he successfully obtained the spider superpowers in the simulation,
after the simulation ended, he could synchronize this power to his body in the real world.
By then, he would be able to completely break the shackles of mortal flesh.
In this dangerous Universe where villains ran rampant, he could be considered to have a certain amount of confidence to protect himself.
Wen Bo suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued to look down at the panel.
[Day 5: A supervillain with freezing abilities breaks into the school and goes on a killing spree. Your luck explodes, perfectly dodging all fatal attacks. Looking at the classmates falling beside you, your mood is somewhat heavy.]
[Seeing this, Gwen takes the initiative to come over and comfort you. Today, you continue to high-intensity polish your combat skills. Your fighting standard undergoes a qualitative leap, and you already possess a decent level of actual combat.]
This text about the Ice Man attack was much more concise than last time.
It seemed to be just as he guessed.
For repeatedly occurring events, the system would automatically streamline the text.
Only when a new branch appeared would it be recorded in detail.