In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Harry's chances of dying from the direct injection of V1 were even higher than those of the original batch of soldiers.

The problem is that Wayne doesn't want Harry to die, so the success rate is only 100%!

As for whether V1 can cure genetic defects—that's completely unnecessary to consider; if Wayne wanted to, an injection of glucose could cure it.

However, V1 was originally prepared by Wayne for Harry, so it was only used to cure Harry.

"V1? What's that?"

Harry picked up the test tube casually. "Wayne, you're not planning to use me as a guinea pig, are you?"

"Take it or leave it."

"I'll definitely get it! But can this thing really cure me? I'm not doubting you, it's just that my illness..."

"Not only can it cure you, but it can also give you what you've always dreamed of."

"What is this thing? Can it help me get a girlfriend from the next college?"

Harry dislikes people who befriend him only because of his status as the "young master of the Osborn Group".

Therefore, he doesn't like girls who only date him because of his status. Otherwise, he would have been dating cover girls like Tony long ago, and he wouldn't be single now.

"...What's the second thing you want?"

"That game that hasn't been released yet? I've been waiting for it for ages."

"...It's pointless to ask; it can grant you superpowers."

"?!?!"

Wayne's words struck Harry like a bolt from the blue.

Superpowers? Wayne asked twice but didn't answer. Was it because he didn't want them? Of course not! He was just restraining himself from thinking about them and no longer hoping for them.

Harry has a superhuman best friend. Every time he watches his friend face various dangers while he can't help at all, Harry doesn't say it, but deep down he feels pretty useless.

That's why the idea of ​​"helping Wayne hack into the traffic lights" came about.

He wants superpowers, not to show off... well, maybe a little bit.

But more importantly—he also wanted to help!

"Dude, I'm not saying anything more."

Harry gave Wayne a big bear hug. Although Wayne didn't dodge, he still patted Harry in annoyance, indicating that he could let go.

"Tch, you're actually looking down on me? Do you know how many people want to hug me?"

"Yes, but definitely not as many as I have."

"..."

Upon reflection, Harry realized it was indeed true and felt embarrassed. He immediately tried to change the subject, holding the vial of reagent up to the light to examine it. "What kind of power does this stuff give me? Is it the same as the Captain's Super Soldier Serum?"

"It should be dozens of times more effective than the Super Soldier Serum, right?"

"That's awesome?!"

Harry didn't dawdle any longer, put the V1 back in the box, and followed the researcher into the experimental area at the back, ready to be injected with the V1.

Norman snapped out of his shock as he watched his unfortunate child walk away.

He hadn't expected that Tomorrow's Fortress could produce such a high-level superhuman serum, and so stably... wait, "Is this serum stable?"

The viper calmly explained, "Less than one percent."

Hearing this, Norman breathed a sigh of relief. "Less than one percent failure rate, that shouldn't be a problem... You mean the failure rate, right?"

Viper didn't hesitate to throw cold water on the idea: "Success rate."

"..."

If Wayne hadn't been standing there, Norman would probably have gone berserk.

"Harry will be alright."

Wayne offered only a simple reassurance, and Norman, seeing this, had no choice but to swallow his words.

As Norman waited anxiously, faint cries of pain finally came from inside.

"Harry? Harry! Is something wrong?"

Norman was so anxious he was stamping his feet. If he weren't worried about messing things up and affecting Harry, he would have rushed in to check on the situation.

"There is indeed a problem."

Wayne pointed to the high-tech door and told Viper, "The soundproofing is still a bit lacking."

"Understood, sir."

Viper obediently noted down the question, "I'll have someone handle it after this is over."

Seeing that the two of them didn't seem nervous at all, Norman could only comfort himself—their calmness meant that the experiment was unlikely to go wrong.

Fortunately, the door to the experimental area was opened soon afterward, and Norman was finally able to see Harry.

Harry was panting heavily, still shaken. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and you could see his bulging muscles through them.

Anxious Norman rushed forward, "How are you feeling?"

"Excellent!"

Harry completely forgot about his recent ordeal, looked at his arms which were now several times thicker, and grinned from ear to ear. "I feel like I could kill a bull right now!"

"Viper."

Wayne raised his chin, and Viper immediately understood what he meant. "Yes, sir, I'll arrange for someone to take the data right away."

……

Five underground floors.

There is ample space and sophisticated, durable equipment for Harry to test his newly acquired superpowers.

"Wayne, are you sure you want to do this?"

Seeing the researchers pointing submachine guns at him, Harry couldn't help but take two steps back.

Wayne's only response was, "Fire."

Upon seeing Harry's unwavering resistance to bullets, the researcher silently noted down a sentence: "Easily resistant to conventional firearms."

……

On the open speed measurement site.

"Harry, run! Run as fast as you can!"

"Harry, try to dodge these bullets."

Watching Harry clumsily and awkwardly dodge bullets, the researcher continued recording: "[Reaction speed far exceeds human limits; capable of dodging conventional firearms; running speed approaches 230 kilometers per hour.]"

Wayne glanced at the researcher's records. "Not bad, faster than the soldier boy."

……

A researcher led Harry to a giant instrument.

"Mr. Osborn, please place your hand on it and give it your all."

"Is that so?"

"right."

Harry took a deep breath and then pressed down hard.

Looking at the numbers displayed on the instrument, the researcher continued recording: [Single-arm strength reaches 85 tons]

"It seems a bit lacking?"

Considering that Harry just finished V1, his abilities will probably improve further once the effects stabilize, and it's not impossible for his single-arm strength to exceed 100 tons.

Even so, he was still a far cry from the soldier boy.

The V1 effect shouldn't be limited to this, right? Did you increase the speed stat?

Wayne looked at Harry thoughtfully, using his superhuman vision to take in every detail of the changes in his body. "Harry, you have other abilities, right?"

Although Wayne's affirmative tone made Harry a little disappointed, he still put on a "you finally asked" look, "Heh heh, look at this."

After saying that, Harry asked the researcher for a water glass and then threw it far away.

Boom—A green, transparent kinetic energy explosion spread out over a radius of several meters.

This is Harry's ability: he can store a certain energy in things he touches and generate a kinetic explosion at will within a certain period of time.

"I call this move—the loser eats dirt!"