Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 316 No money, no paradise; the experiment was a failure.

New York, Paradise Group headquarters.

The building soars into the clouds, its appearance resembling some kind of futuristic technology.

A line of large, glittering golden characters was also projected onto the big screen.

"We are not God, but we are more reliable than God."

After being discharged from the hospital, Strange stood at the company entrance, exuding an aura of Lex Luthor.

He took a deep breath, looked up at the building, and silently prayed:

"I hope advanced biotechnology can save my life."

"Let me hold the scalpel again."

"I really want to continue shining on the operating table."

"Instead of lying in bed like a salted fish."

Since being discharged from the hospital, Strange has been working hard to recover his hands.

He tried everything: hospitals, private clinics, and even online live streams claiming to offer ancestral remedies for rejuvenation.

The results of it?
One thing didn't go as planned.

Therefore, Strange could only place his last hope on Paradise Corporation.

After all, this company has a very prestigious reputation.

They claim they can not only regenerate severed limbs, but also give you stronger muscles, faster reflexes, and even turn you into a superman.

It's said that their boss has a mysterious background and is closely connected to Vought International, the company that trains superheroes.

Many of Vought's superheroes have purchased enhancement packages here.

Furthermore, the current US president has become Captain America, a superhero under Vought's banner.

The Paradise Group was naturally at its zenith.

Strange walked through the doors of Paradise Corporation with great anticipation.

however……

Not long after, he was thrown out by two security guards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses.

"boom!"

He fell heavily onto the steps at the entrance of the hall.

"Damn capitalists!"

Strange was furious.

Paradise Group's biotechnology is not advanced enough; it does not have limb regeneration technology.

Strange didn't know.

However, Strange knew that Paradise Corporation exuded the aura of a monopoly.

However, the cost is extremely high.

Strange was penniless and was thrown out.

Paradise Group is like this.

What kind of paradise is there if you don't have money?

Thinking about this made him feel terrible.

Strange was originally a wealthy man.

As a top surgeon, he has a considerable income and a comfortable life. He drives sports cars, wears haute couture, and eats Michelin three-star restaurants.

But he has a fatal flaw.

They don't know how to manage money.

Not only is he bad at managing money, he also has a particular fondness for spending it.

They've been completely brainwashed by consumerism.

Because not only did Strange not save any money, he also accumulated a huge debt.

The various expenses during hospitalization, and the credit cards that had been maxed out to maintain a decent lifestyle.

They were all piled on his head.

In just a few days, he will officially join the homeless community club.

Who knows, it might not be long before Strange has to sell laundry detergent.

This is why Strange is so determined to regain his hands.

Only after regaining his hands can he pick up the scalpel again.

Only by picking up the scalpel again can I make money.

Only by making money can he avoid becoming a slave and return to the elite class.

Now, Strange sits on the ground, looking at the indifferent high-tech building before him.

"Is this how my life is going to end?"

"From a gift from God to the surgical world to a slacker who survives by selling laundry detergent?"

"I'm not reconciled!"

"No, I have friends, I need to borrow money!"

Strange jumped to his feet, a renewed glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Although he is now disabled, he was once a legendary figure in the field of surgery.

Even if all the friends you make are just fair-weather friends, there's always someone willing to invest in a potential stock, right?
Thinking of this, Strange perked up again. ...

And in some corner of Kamar-Taj.

Roger was lying on a luxurious lounge chair, sunbathing.

Just then, Master Wang rushed in.

"Lord Roger, something terrible has happened!"

Roger frowned, his tone displeased:
"What kind of behavior is this, rushing around so impatiently?"

"How can I pass on the position of Supreme Sage to you in this state?"

"I think we should let that kid Strange succeed him."

Master Wang was already immune to Roger's empty promises.

After all, as long as Roger is still alive, the position of Sorcerer Supreme will never be given to anyone else.

What's the point of being a crown prince who can't ascend the throne?
We can't exactly raise an army in rebellion and then have Roger crush our heads, can we?
He composed himself and quickly said:

"It's Strange who got into trouble."

Roger raised an eyebrow: "What happened?"

"That kid committed suicide?"

"That's not a problem, I'll save him."

Master Wang shook his head: "No, not at all."

"However, Strange has now raised the money and gone to a company called Paradise Group, intending to use scientific methods to restore his hands."

"Your plans have been ruined."

Upon hearing this, Roger's face instantly darkened.

The audacious Paradise Group dares to ruin my plans!

What? I'm the boss of Paradise Group?

Oh, that's okay.

So Roger said calmly:
"fine."

"Strange will fail."

"After all, there is a risk of experiment failure."

Master Wang looked at him with a suspicious expression:
"As far as I know, Paradise Group's technology has never failed."

Roger glanced at him.

"If I say it will fail, it will fail."

Master Wang immediately understood.

It was all done behind closed doors!
Then there's absolutely no problem!

He nodded in understanding.
"Then I'll make the arrangements."

Roger nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, a promising young man."

"Remember, you need to make Strange understand one thing."

"Only by experiencing true pain and despair can he become a qualified monk."

Master Wang quickly replied, "Yes, I'll go and do it right away."

However, Roger raised his hand to stop him.

"no need."

"Paradise Group is my company."

"I'll have someone take care of it."

Master Wang was taken aback, then suddenly realized what was going on.

……

A few days later, Strange woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes. The ceiling in front of him was white and cold, and quite unfamiliar.

A woman's voice came from beside me: "You're awake."

He turned his head and saw a staff member wearing the Paradise Group uniform, with his hair neatly tied up.

Strange's mind flashed back to what had happened that day.

I went to Paradise Group and had my limb regeneration surgery done!
To raise the money, he borrowed from every friend, boss, and subordinate he could.

She's practically ready to sell herself.

Thinking of this, Strange felt a surge of anticipation.

So, does that mean I've regained the use of my hands?

But why can't he feel his hands?

Could it be because they're not used to it yet?
Then, Strange asked, his voice trembling slightly:

"Was the experiment successful?"

The staff member glanced at him with a look of pity in his eyes.

"The experiment failed."

(End of this chapter)