Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

New York, Hero Association interview room.

The staff took out an old photo of the soldier boy, pointed to the person in the photo, and asked the soldier boy, who had been repeatedly discouraged and lacked confidence, a question.

"Soldier boy? Is that you in the photo?"

"It was me. Back then, I was very confident..."

Upon hearing this, the person at the recruitment office curled their lip, thinking to themselves, "Another transformation-type ability user has come here to swindle and cheat."

Over the past few months, this recruiter has interviewed many people like this.

Using someone else's appearance to apply for a job here, hoping to enter the association and obtain a high-paying job through such means.

And now, the "soldier boy" in front of him is arguably the worst imitator of all.

His eyes were lifeless, he looked dejected and defeated, and he resembled a homeless person at the end of his rope.

In the past, his mental state would have been good enough to be reported to the prospective residents of the sewers...

Could this be a "soldier boy"?

The interviewer looked at the person in front of him, who, despite having the ability to imitate others, could only capture the appearance but not the essence.

He felt utter contempt for you. You are the worst shapeshifter I have ever seen!

You're a terrible guy, you really are terrible!

but……

"Congratulations, Mr. Benjamin, you have passed my interview. Please proceed to the second basement level to complete the onboarding process."

The interviewer pressed a red mark on the other person's hand.

Anyway, the other party is here to interview for a drug tester position, so anyone can fill this role.

Someone who insists on seeing himself as a soldier boy definitely has mental problems, which is exactly what makes him a suitable candidate for a drug test subject.

Thanks, bro.

The soldier boy took the letter stamped with a red seal, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought about what he had been through these past few days.

Who could understand how difficult it is for a centenarian from the last century, who doesn't even know how to use a cell phone, to find a job in New York today?

Even in the realm of manual labor, there's a tiny black figure frantically competing on construction sites.

His efficiency and strength brought tears to the eyes of the soldiers; even a small black dog displayed strength comparable to his.

Not to mention that the other party also possesses the ability to create clones, and there are a whole bunch of them!

In the past, in his time, these little blacks would have been enough to rule the whole world!

But now, even such a powerful person can only be reduced to carrying bricks on construction sites!

Recalling this scene, the soldier boy felt extremely indignant. If the other party was like this, what could he do with his meager strength except as a drug tester?

The day he saw Xiao Hei carrying bricks, the soldier boy's confidence was once again severely shattered.

He had to admit that he had been left behind by society; apart from being a drug trial participant, he really couldn't find any other jobs...

For the past few days, the unemployed soldier boy has been homeless on the streets of New York.

Everyone around him uses holographic projection for their work, but he can't even figure out how to use a regular smartphone.

A feeling of being abandoned by the times spread through his entire body in an instant, completely crushing his spirits.

For the past few days, he could only wander aimlessly through the streets of New York, searching alone for clues about his former enemy.

He occasionally does simple odd jobs, earning a meager hourly wage, and lives a life of irregular meals.

Extremely difficult...

Even though he was already in such a miserable state, his past pride still made him unwilling to accept Stark Industries relief food on the street.

In his eyes, those were things only the weak would accept; his pride wouldn't allow him to accept them.

This directly resulted in the soldier boy nearly starving to death on the streets of New York.

In a daze, he walked into the street and randomly snatched bread from a passerby's hand.

This angered passersby, who called the person immoral and sick, saying that of all things to steal, he had to steal the free bread that they had waited in line for so long to get!

……

Rather than accepting "free supplies," the soldier boy preferred to take them from others.

What he stole was, in his eyes, equivalent to—"hunted."

In his eyes, this behavior was respectable, and compared to receiving something for free, it made him feel slightly better.

However, before he could even take a few bites of the bread he had just received, he was grabbed by a strange man with a spider-like face.

During several exchanges, the soldier boy was shocked to discover that his pride in his physique and strength was no match for his opponent.

He was completely dominated by his opponent throughout the entire fight, and afterwards, his opponent even used spider silk to hang him by a street lamp and gave him a lecture.

He was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear, and his Daoist heart was completely shattered.

The series of blows over the past few days have caused the soldier boy's mental state to decline steadily.

From—"I am invincible!"

To the point that "there should be a place for me in this world".

Then it goes, "I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean, I'm a idiot..."

The appearance of Spider-Man, nicknamed "Little Black," made the soldier boy realize how low his current ecological niche was.

The green-haired super-powered child, the brick-carrying clone Little Black, and the vigilante dressed as a spider on the street can all easily defeat him.

The soldier boy's overconfidence was completely worn down by encountering Morgan's top-tier combatants in the "monster" city of New York.

That's why he came to the drug trial interview looking so dejected.

……

The soldier boy looked at the identification document with the red stamp on his hand, and his heart was filled with emotion.

The days of homelessness are finally over! Even if it's just a job as a drug test participant...

But! I finally got a job...

No longer needing to sleep on park benches, the soldier boy's eyes once again ignited with hope for life.

He let out a cheer and excitedly headed towards the place the interviewer had indicated.

"Nice, a hundred years old, the perfect age to explore and adventure...!"

……

The interviewer, seeing this, nodded secretly. "Not bad, this person does indeed have a serious illness. He's the kind of talent we need for our drug trials!"

……

On the second basement level, the soldier boy, along with a group of other drug test subjects who had come for interviews, entered a sealed laboratory.

Tubes of specially made injections were placed in front of them.

These are all potions created by Morgan using extracts of extraordinary factors—"Starlight Potions".

Its intended function is singular: to eliminate the negative effects of dark energy on the human body.

This includes both physical and mental aspects.

Eliminate physical defects and mutations, and enhance superior mutations to achieve the goal of empowering the user.

Furthermore, to a certain extent, it eliminates the influence of dark energy on the mind and enhances the user's willpower.

In this way, the path of continuously growing stronger by absorbing dark energy and then purifying it has a feasible foundation...