[Map Editor Upgraded to Version 2.0]
[New Features: Character Template Overlay (Stackable), Character Model Movement, Basic Item Library, Expanded Skill/Inventory Slots (10), Terrain Decoration.]
Rollin glanced at Jennifer, who was dutifully clearing the table. She caught his eye and lowered her head, blushing furiously.
The greatest gentleness is that bowed head, like a water lily too shy for the cool breeze.
One round, and she was conquered?
Comrade Zhang Ailing was right: The way to a woman's heart is through the vaginal canal.
Rollin had assumed registering Jennifer would require Yulenka's approval. He didn't expect to just... sleep his way to success.
While eating, Rollin analyzed the new features.
First, he maxed out his stats. All six attributes hit 100.
His stamina, slightly drained from the "high-intensity cardio" in the kitchen, instantly refilled to peak condition.
Next, Character Template Overlay.
He could now equip the templates of registered Anomaly Targets directly onto his own body.
Iron JasonMadisonMaria
Without hesitation, Rollin equipped [Iron Jason].
THUD.
His body felt heavy, dense. His brain rewired itself, unlocking reflexes and instincts he never learned.
"Pain Suppression."
Rollin tested it mentally.
Instantly, all tactile sensation vanished. Pain, heat, cold—gone.
Along with it went Fear.
He felt... empty. Cold. He could stare at the cruelest torture or the most gruesome death and feel nothing more than looking at a weed on the roadside. Even his own death seemed trivial.
Rollin quickly deactivated it.
Being fearless like a Honey Badger was cool, but Honey Badgers died young.
"I have Resurrection now too. But Jason's revival is tricky. It needs lightning or a demonic ritual. And if I come back... I might look like a zombie."
He didn't want to be an ugly undead juggernaut.
"The real prizes are Super Sensation, Soul Resistance, Body of Steel, and Adaptive Evolution."
Jason's body adapted to trauma. If he was burned, he grew fire-resistant skin. He could merge with nanobots. He was the ultimate biological adapter.
Plus, with the template active, Rollin's skeleton was transmuted into a Vibranium-Adamantium Alloy. He was effectively Wolverine.
But the Super Sensation was the MVP.
He could place a "Slasher Mark" on anyone he met. No matter where they ran, he could sense them.
More importantly, he could sense anyone he had a "bodily fluid connection" with—regardless of distance.
Once sensed, he could use Slasher Teleport to appear randomly within a few hundred meters of them.
A stalker's dream kit.
Additionally, Character Model Movement allowed him to move any registered model (including himself) anywhere within the 3D map instantly, ignoring obstacles.
It was basically Short-Range Blink, but better because he could move groups.
"Does this mean I can free up my Blink skill slot?"
Rollin considered it. Having both was safer. More mobility meant better protection for his harem.
With 10 Skill Slots now, he had room to spare.
"I wonder which version will let me summon the actual characters?"
Rollin got greedy.
If he could summon Galactic-level entities... or Multiversal Gods... he could finally retire and play games all day.
While Rollin plotted world domination, Madison was looking around suspiciously.
Jennifer was acting weird. Too submissive.
Yulenka was innocent (fake).
Rollin hadn't spoken since dinner started.
Everything looks normal.
But it's too quiet.
Madison underestimated Yulenka's cunning and Rollin's stealth capabilities. In the future, Rollin could probably cheat right in front of her face using Model Movement and she wouldn't even see the blur.
After dinner, Yulenka produced a green baseball cap from nowhere and handed it to Madison.
"Here, Big Sister Madison. A present."
Madison took it. "Thanks?"
Yulenka waved her hand. No, thank YOU.
(Cultural Note: In China, "wearing a green hat" means being cheated on. Madison had no idea she was being mocked.)
Yulenka turned on the TV, her pigtails bouncing happily.
"Breaking News: At 12:30 PM today, a small meteor designated 'Jason' struck the forest north of Crystal Lake. 83 confirmed dead. Hundreds injured. The town suffered structural damage. Our on-site reporter is with the locals who seem... devastated?"
The reporter looked confused as the camera panned to the townsfolk. Every single one of them was grinning ear to ear.
"Sir, your thoughts on the meteor?"
"Thoughts? I'm ecstatic! Did you know? He's dead! That monster is finally dead! Thank God! He finally saw our suffering and nuked it!"
"Uh... this gentleman is clearly in shock. Let's ask a normal person. Miss..."
"Hahaha! Ding Dong the Witch is Dead! We are free! Liberation!"
"...Sir, 83 people died. Your thoughts?"
"My thoughts are pure joy! Words cannot describe my happiness! Good death! Wonderful death! No more dead teenagers in Crystal Lake!"
The reporter started sweating. "Ahem. Clearly, the locals are suffering from severe PTSD. We have contacted the Red Cross and Dr. Hannibal Lecter for grief counseling. Here is the donation number..."
It was a broadcast disaster.
Rollin turned off the TV. Dinner was done. Time for post-meal exercise.
He gave Madison "The Look" and headed upstairs.
Madison followed immediately.
Yulenka watched them go, stunned.
Wait. Didn't you just finish a marathon in the kitchen? You can go again?
"Mom... did you guys just..."
"Yulenka, can you do the dishes?" Jennifer smiled awkwardly, leaning against the counter. "Mom is tired. My legs... aren't working."
Yulenka's smile vanished. She sighed deeply.
"Mom... you are so useless!"
Nightfall.
Three figures in yellow robes materialized outside 177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan.
The New York Sanctum.
"Master Mordo. We tracked the energy signature of the Meteor Summoner to this general area."
"Given the threat level, should we consult the Ancient One?"
Mordo looked at the dark sky, his eyes cold.
"No. We don't need to bother the Sorcerer Supreme with trivialities. I will lead the strike team myself."
"Whoever violates the Natural Law..."
"Will be purged."