Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

In a harmonious society, the only way to survive is to not challenge the official iron fist.

People who are used to being submissive, working 996 hours a day, almost like 007, certainly don't have the romanticism of the French who are ready to rise up at the slightest provocation. After working hard all my life, I finally realized that asking an aunt for support is the best way forward.

Although I am no longer supported by an aunt, and I don’t have anime to watch, games to play, or a mobile phone to chat with, and I don’t have fat otaku happy water, fried foods, and grilled skewers to heal my life, there is nothing to complain about.

I thought this life of isolation, regular checkups, and blood draws would continue until my natural death. Unexpectedly, things would change when my body reached a bottleneck.

The men in white coats seemed to have lifted some kind of restriction and began to torment the aliens.

Smashing, cutting, puncturing, burning, and all sorts of torture techniques, heard of and never seen, or even heard of, were used one after another. Of course, the torture instruments were also bizarre.

The white coats' purpose wasn't to torture them; torture itself was their goal. Or rather, they wanted to learn more about the aliens' recovery abilities, immunity, and other bodily functions.

For example, when it comes to electric shock, endurance isn't a factor in their considerations. The white coats simply want to determine what voltage will scorch the contact area or cause someone to lose consciousness.

Initially, the injuries were minor, with experiments conducted on different parts of the body, such as the limbs and torso. Later, the injuries became more severe, even breaking arm and leg bones, just to test the bone's healing ability.

As a veteran of the time travel, he had never experienced anything like this. Before crossing over, all he had experienced was the accumulation of fatigue, mental stress, and anxiety about life. That was all.

Looking back now, that little bit of pressure was really insignificant. At least I could relax, accept it, and adapt to that kind of life. But the direct physical damage is really different!

Moreover, judging from the gradual worsening of the injuries, although at this stage they are only non-permanent injuries that can be healed, it would not be surprising if the limbs were removed or any organs were taken out.

Or they start to treat themselves as a poisonous insect, and all kinds of bacteria and viruses torment them.

In the end, there are only two choices: to make a specimen or to make a slice specimen. What's disappointing is that the choice is not in your hands.

But to be honest, it's hard to say which is more painful, the isolation and loneliness during my growing up years or the constant physical torture now.

Tom Hanks was drifting on a deserted island, but at least he had Wilson, the ball, to keep him company. But he had nothing.

If I didn’t still have the memories of my previous life in my mind, and if I didn’t cherish and recall the movies, animations, novels, music and other art or entertainment works that were once regarded as spiritual poison over and over again, I really don’t know how I could have survived that period without going crazy.

But now, this kind of physical torture only caused the traverser, whose spirit was already on the verge of collapse, to jump from one abyss to another. Despair began to brew.

So even after studying for over a decade and becoming a seasoned slave in society, I still carry a heavy burden of sin. So does the Lord of Hell want me to pay for this in such a horrific way in this lifetime?

The time traveler codenamed Enyuno Odin doesn't know how long he has been in this world.

He only knew that one day, the lights stopped turning off and no food was delivered. He felt like he was abandoned.

Even though the tap was full, the lack of other food sources and the starving hunger still overwhelmed this chronically malnourished and tortured body. His arm was still in a splint.

In addition, the lights that were never turned off, although not as bright as the high-wattage lights used for torture, the mental fatigue caused by the inability to rest properly also pushed people to their limits.

At times like this, people actually miss the days when they were tortured to the point of ecstasy not long ago.

If anyone could hear him, he would have wanted to shout in his native language, "You can kill me if you want, but please give me a good meal before I'm executed." In this shabby place, even if he wanted to dig up grass roots, gnaw on tree bark, or eat Guanyin soil, he couldn't do that.

In fact, it was only at this stage that he remembered that he could eat his own flesh. But not only was there not much meat left on his skinny hands or feet to chew, he also no longer had the strength to bite, so even if he wanted to eat himself, he couldn't.

The loss of consciousness came without warning, and I suddenly fainted. Both my heartbeat and breathing rate gradually slowed down.

This condition continues to develop until the heart stops beating completely and the person stops breathing. The only thing to be thankful for is that the person has already fainted and does not have to experience this slow death.

It was better in my previous life. When I realized it, the next moment, I felt nothing.

The last impression of this life is just "I'm so hungry".

Chapter 3 Director's Log

Siberia, Secret Research Institute No. 40120191. Director Petroslov's diary.

1970/4/20:

A few days ago, a massive meteorite was discovered in Siberia. Local garrison troops, after investigating the site, discovered an advanced flight module, clearly not of Chinese or American technology. Inside, they also discovered a baby.

Following orders from superiors, an alien research center was established around the crash site. The infant was given the codename "Alien One" and was secretly protected and studied.

1974/6/26:

Some idiot actually suggested dissecting our only living specimen! How did this guy get assigned to my institute? Did some high-ranking official in Kburg have a son sired by a prostitute and then shove him into my institute just to gain experience?

Let that idiot go to hell. He's not providing more research funding, but instead wants to deplete limited research resources. He must be a spy sent by the United States to come up with such a foolish proposal.

I'm going to report that guy and have KGB investigate that bastard. We have to find out which women his sperm has gone to and completely sever this stupid bloodline.

1976/8/14:

Alien No. 1 is already six years old. Observing his growth period, he appears to be similar to that of a human, and various physical signs confirm this. However, it's unclear how much he eats.

Some researchers have suggested providing it with adequate nutrition to see how far it can grow.

But another group of researchers is worried that if Alien No. 1 is allowed to grow smoothly, some uncontrollable changes may occur.

Mutants have caused enough trouble. Until a good means of control is found, restricting the development of Alien No. 1 would be the best option.

Of the two opinions, I choose to adopt the conservative view.

Besides the fear of losing control, there was only one living specimen, and I didn't want to lose this precious specimen by putting unnecessary pressure on it due to unpredictable expectations.

This is not the demon-summoning experiment conducted by the Tsarist Russian rebels and the German Nazis on the coast of Scotland in 44.

I originally hoped to summon a powerful demon to wreak havoc within the Allied nation, but in the end, I only summoned a demon baby. What a joke.

It is said that the baby has been trained by American scientists to be a soldier to fight against supernatural forces.

Using demons to deal with these things is only natural. But the one I have is just an alien, and no one can expect him to fight as well as a demon.

Want to train him as a soldier? Let the idiot who proposed this take the money from the Winter Soldier Project or the Red Room Project. I'll approve of this folly as long as there's more money to provide protection.

1980/2/19:

The superiors were quite dissatisfied with the research institute's achievements. To this day, they still couldn't decipher the technology of the flight module, nor could they replicate its materials.

Nor was there any eye-catching value to be gained from Alien No. 1.

The Super Soldier Serum had long ago given up on the materials it could obtain from Alien No. 1, as neither blood nor spinal fluid had any super-effects that could enhance humans.

And judging from the X-ray of Alien No. 1, if it were given to an uninformed doctor for study, they would simply say that it was a very ordinary skeleton of an ordinary person.

If they were shown other physical signs and data, they would probably only come to the conclusion that this was a child suffering from long-term malnutrition.

In fact, if I didn't know that this child was an alien who crashed to Earth in an advanced spacecraft, I would have come to the same conclusion. But now, I can't help but wonder about such a statement.

In order to verify it, I did not hesitate to use my connections to ask the first group of soldiers who discovered it.

Because from all the signs, I have to wonder if these people have switched the aliens in the flight cabin. What the research institute got was just an ordinary human child.

But after cross-examination, the only conclusion reached was that Alien No. 1 was indeed carried out of that flight cabin.

Is this trying to tell me that the origin of human beings is from outer space, a science fiction fairy tale, is it true? Or is it trying to prove something else?

Unfortunately, my philosophical explorations haven't yielded satisfactory results. I need to deliver something more convincing.

1983/9/30:

Although the Motherland did not directly participate in the Mutant War in Egypt, it indirectly obtained considerable intelligence, especially the various terrifying abilities displayed during the battle.

For this reason, all transhuman research institutes received directives from their superiors, and our progress was once again criticized. Over a decade of investment had yielded no results.

Did these idiots hope to gain eternal youth by replacing their own blood with the blood of a virgin? And then they drained my only sample!

They might as well get some vampires to study, there are plenty of them in Eastern Europe.

I believe that Alien No. 1 must have the secret of human evolution, otherwise their appearance and various physical characteristics would not be so similar to ours.

I just haven't found the right entry point yet. Or perhaps current technology isn't able to observe what we should be observing. Perhaps I should start with genetics and explore something more nuanced.

Otherwise, I simply cannot imagine that an alien race with technology that can support small aircraft traveling through outer space would not consider developing biotechnology to extend lifespan and strengthen the body.

The mystery of that body is definitely more valuable than that flight cabin!

In order to allow the research to continue, I had to compromise with my superiors and hand over the alien spacecraft.

The research institute has yet to fully reverse-engineer the technology in the flight module. Most importantly, beyond necessary sampling, I don't want to cause any excessive damage. My approach is the same as with Alien No. 1.

However, his superiors seemed to disapprove of this approach. This was especially true in March, when the United States released its Strategic Defense Initiative, which determined a major expansion of its military capabilities in outer space. This made his superiors even more anxious to develop the relevant materials and plans.

In order to continue studying Alien No. 1, handing over the alien spacecraft is a necessary compromise. At the same time, they will also transfer relevant researchers and streamline the institute's organizational structure.

In exchange, the institute's funding was not directly deducted from the flight capsule research, but was slightly reduced. This also meant that more funds could be invested in research on Alien No. 1.

I hope this price can lead to a breakthrough in research.

1986/12/8:

The leadership's shift in direction sounds like a good thing, but I'm not so sure. The specific criticisms aren't the focus of this record, but I simply hope it won't affect the institute's operations. Clearly, that's wishful thinking.

To support the new direction, superiors forced the closure of many ineffective projects and redirected funds to other uses. Unfortunately, the Alien Research Institute was placed on the watch list, and the pressure to delay was imminent.

Fortunately, Alien No. 1 had reached adolescence and should have grown to a certain degree. So I had to agree to some experiments that I had not dared to try before, using some extreme methods to test the functions of that body.

I hope this change can bring me some progress.

1988/1/7:

This damned policy not only affected the motherland but also the allies. The halter on the German wolf's mouth was loosening. Didn't anyone see it?

The institute's funding and material supply also ran into problems. Food, which had previously been distributed, now had to be purchased with rubles, and the price was getting increasingly expensive.

I suspect that if this continues, the situation where a piece of black bread costs 500,000 marks will also happen in my beloved homeland.

To do this, I had to contact some old friends and raise funds and supplies through them.

There was already hope for Alien No. 1. Although his excellent healing ability was not as good as those mutants with self-healing abilities, he could heal the same injuries in a shorter time than ordinary humans, and most of the time, he would not leave scars.

Unfortunately, the genetic profile of Alien No. 1 has not yet been deciphered. Seeing this, I finally believe that what I have in my hands is an alien, and not an Earthling disguised as an alien after being switched.

At least with current genetic technology, none of the proven methods could be replicated on Alien No. 1. The only reasonable explanation was that Alien No. 1's genetic makeup was different from that of Earth creatures.

However, this discovery still failed to convince the superiors to continue investing. They only said that they wanted something more practical, such as the super soldier serum that could produce more Winter Soldiers, or the black technology that would make the Firefox Project a reality.

I can only find a way to use the resources at hand to exchange for something that can allow the research to continue.

It was dangerous, and the source of the funds wasn't right. But I couldn't care less. The mystery of Alien One was like a goddess lifting a corner of her skirt before my eyes.

All it takes is one key, one inspiration, one opportunity, or something.

1989/11/9:

Damn it, the wall fell. The survival of the GDR was on the brink of collapse.

The voices of doubt were no longer limited to a small number of far-sighted elites as before. Even ordinary people began to doubt their own situation, wondering why it was neither as good as the leaders said nor as prosperous as the Western world.

I can’t say whether the route is right or not, but I must have done something wrong.

I hope someone with some sense can quickly clean up this situation. I feel like I'm on the verge of success, and this is a crucial moment, so I can't be disturbed.

1990/8/1:

Damn it, damn it! My old colleagues in the Cheka told me that I was being targeted by the KGB.

I am loyal to my country and my cause, and I am working for a better future. Why should they stop me?

Aren't you planning something? Why do I have to be eliminated?

I won't leave. I'll stay until the end. This is my last drop of blood and sweat, and I won't give up easily.

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The diary entry for August 1st is the final record.

Chapter 4 Explorer

Even in Siberia in the summer, temperatures can reach over 30 degrees Celsius, but that's in the southern regions. Within the Arctic Circle, it's still cold enough to require winter clothing to venture outdoors.

However, those accustomed to this kind of weather could go out in long sleeves and long pants. Several young people returning from the city were walking through the recently abandoned Siberian research base.

The research base was not very large, and the group took more than an hour to walk around it.

Teapots, teacups, gas stoves, floor lamps, table lamps, searchlights. It can be said that the evacuees only took away important things, and left all other daily necessities behind.

Although these daily necessities may seem insignificant to the Red Empire, a manufacturing powerhouse, they are in short supply in their small village in the Siberian Arctic Circle where supplies are scarce.

There are also those filing cabinets, wardrobes, and cupboards, most of which are made of wood, and a few are made of iron.

Sturdier wooden cabinets can replace older cabinets. The rickety ones can be chopped into firewood for the winter. Iron ones can be disposed of separately.

They even found several long and short guns, as well as a jeep that wouldn't start.

What was even more surprising was that they found a grain warehouse. Although it was not a full warehouse, flour, canned goods and other items filled up half of the warehouse!

In particular, the internal power supply and heating systems are still intact. Even without considering the abandoned materials, the research base itself is also very valuable.