Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

As Matthew grew stronger, he also discovered a hidden worry.

That is, the demand for food or nutritional energy intake is also increasing. The growth process of the body requires a lot of nutrients, and daily activities also consume a considerable proportion of energy, not to mention the energy consumption of the human brain.

The body is a very sophisticated instrument with interconnected functions. For example, there is a relationship between the physique and the brain. It is impossible for the physique to grow continuously while the thinking, consciousness, reaction nerves, and five senses remain unchanged.

On the contrary, as the body strengthens, the brain and the five senses also grow. Only with a super strong mind and reflexes can one control a powerful body to exercise.

Simply put, if the hardware configuration is high but the CPU performance is insufficient, it will lead to an awkward situation where it cannot run the system smoothly.

So Matthew has found that his appetite has been growing larger and larger these days, and his digestive ability is terrifyingly strong. It takes about ten times the amount of food an adult male would eat to feel full, and he feels hungry immediately after high-intensity exercise.

To maintain strong muscle strength and endurance, you need to consume plenty of protein, as well as enough carbohydrates and fats to provide sufficient energy reserves.

Considering the fact that everyone in the One Piece world is a big eater, it's not without reason.

The flesh of some of the strange creatures in that world, especially sea monsters, likely has a nutritional and energy content that far exceeds that of ordinary meat on Earth.

The food needs of a monster like this middle-aged woman, with her exaggerated physical abilities, are even more exaggerated.

The same applies to drinking water.

Matthew has had to buy a lot of food these days and even bought a refrigerator to store it. He can barely manage now, but as his body continues to grow, his food needs will only become more exaggerated, and his daily training and life will inevitably be affected by eating problems.

In fact, some of the energy conversions of the Glint-Glint Fruit itself are enough to sustain his daily activities, and even his battles.

However, the energy required for physical growth cannot be replaced by light energy conversion.

So after staying another month, and receiving the useless katana from Yajirobe, the Destroyer of Dragon Ball Senzu Beans, as a sign-in reward, Matthew knew he had to leave.

Their physique is being strengthened in all aspects, and their appetite is becoming even more exaggerated.

He needs to find a way to solve this problem, or give enough Senzu Beans as a sign-in reward.

Matthew never considered taking that gamble.

However, before leaving, someone came to the door.

It's Rai Che.

I hadn't seen the 1.95-meter-tall man for three months, and he was still wearing that ordinary light brown jacket, T-shirt, and jeans.

A parasol, a table, and two chairs were placed in front of the RV. Beer and prepared food were laid out on the table.

However, the portions of food were unusually large.

Rachel held a roasted lamb leg in both hands, gnawing on it while watching Matthew devour his food with the look of someone staring at a monster.

He even suspected that with so much food on the table, Matthew wouldn't have enough to eat, and might just eat him alive.

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Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital for a checkup?

After clearing all the food off the table, Rachel picked up a chilled bottle of wine, clinked it against Matthew's (who had eaten and drunk his fill), and couldn't help but ask a question.

“Yeah, my physical condition has improved a lot in the past few months, and my need for food has increased, which is normal.” Ma Xiuli replied matter-of-factly. Seeing Lei Che’s suspicious look, he smiled, took a sip of his beer, and said, “Don’t worry, big guy, I’m not interested in you.”

"That's good~" Lei Che appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief while his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

The food that would take more than a dozen men to finish ended up in Matthew's stomach. After observing it, he found that Matthew's stomach didn't change at all despite consuming so much food.

If Matthew doesn't have a hidden space in his stomach, then it can only mean that his stomach's structure and function are far beyond those of ordinary people.

Their digestive capacity, energy conversion, and supply efficiency are all extraordinary.

The question then arises: just how strong must a body be to support such a massive energy expenditure?

Only a terrifying physique far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people would require such a massive energy supply and growth consumption.

So how strong does that physique have to be?

The more Reicher thought about it, the more horrified he felt.

Could this kid have really awakened a mutant ability? Is it an ability or a physical one? Recalling the massacre three months ago, Reicher was basically certain of this idea.

"Are you leaving?"

Raiche's voice was deep.

Matthew had a certain degree of trust in Rachel, Daniel's former friend, especially after Rachel's skillful handling of the Margrave incident.

Matthew wasn't particularly interested in what story this big guy had to offer.

What he really cared about was the help that Rachel could provide.

“Kleiner has an overseas account with 20 million dollars, and I need someone to help me clean it up.”

Matthew said it casually, which made Rachel's eyelids twitch.

The cash in the safe should have been enough for Matthew to live on for a while, but now he wants to use that money. It seems that the boy already has a plan and ideas for the future. Reicher was a little curious, but he didn't delve into it.

“I have a colleague who knows about this and should be able to clean it for you, but her price is not low.”

"Thank you."

Matthew, holding the bottle, clinked it against the big guy's again.

"Alright, what brings you here?" Matthew asked Rachel about his purpose. He had Rachel's contact information; the big guy didn't have a fixed phone number, but used a very secretive, exclusive method of communication.

They are so well hidden that even professional agencies have difficulty tracing them.

He had contacted the other party yesterday to ask if there were any money laundering channels, but he didn't expect Lei Che to come to him directly.

Clearly, some things need to be discussed in person.

“According to my information, a mysterious organization with deep backgrounds has its eyes on you. They are looking for you. Recently, Roseco, Finley, and I have all discovered that we are being monitored.”

“They are especially targeting Roseco, clearly trying to find your trail through her.”

"I'm also trying to counter-track them, but I haven't found any leads yet. These people are very professional and have received special training."

"Fortunately, Daniel taught you tracking and counter-tracking, and this place is in a remote location, so they won't be able to find you for a while."

Reicher frowned.

"A mysterious organization? Tsk, how terrifying." Matthew remarked casually, which made Rachel's face darken. He thought to himself: With your nonchalant tone, I can't tell at all that you find it scary.

"By the way, in Kleiner's criminal record file, there is a transaction related to human trafficking. Kleiner's human trafficking business is just one link in this huge profit chain. He is specifically responsible for receiving trafficked girls and then transferring them to other places."

Chapter Nine: You Are Not Suitable for This Country (Seeking Monthly Tickets and Recommendations)

"He sells so-called high-end goods, white girls and virgins."

“But the FBI wasn’t interested in this criminal group. Someone stepped in and suppressed the follow-up investigation. Even the people behind me warned me.”

"Where are the documents?" Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"It was destroyed."

Rachel spread his hands, and Matthew smiled, a mocking smile. Both of them knew what that meant.

"The organization in the United States has disappeared and I believe it will change its identity after a while. I can't find it for the time being, but there is an auction in Paris in two days, and the buyers are some wealthy people."

Reicher emphasized the word "rich guy".

"You seem very certain that I'm short of money."

Matthew looked at Rachel with surprise.

The latter paused for a moment, downed the beer in the bottle in one gulp, then opened another bottle, took a swig, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know what happened to you that gave you the power to fight dozens of gunmen, nor do I know what you want to do in the future."

“I’ve analyzed and assessed your personality. Based on your past behavior, I think you might do something that will shock a lot of people. I’m not sure what it is, but you’ll probably be short of money.”

"A group of filthy scum who traffic in human beings, possessing wealth that many people could never have in their entire lives."

"Rather than letting those scumbags control the wealth, it's better to hand it over to you."

"Due to some pressure, I cannot personally send those scum to hell, but you can."

After making eye contact with Reichel for a few seconds, Matthew raised his bottle and clinked it against Reichel's, then shook his head and said, "You don't belong in this country."

"Perhaps, I can only do what I can."

"Since that's the case, why not work with me? Perhaps I can lead you down a different and more exciting path."

"Although I'd love to agree, it's not possible right now." Rachel didn't completely refuse.

Matthew understood and didn't press for details, continuing to drink. The two chatted for a while afterward, and Rachel gave Matthew his companion's contact information before leaving.

He needs to investigate that mysterious organization.

Rachel has never liked having any department watching him. He needs to do his research beforehand, which is his consistent style. Matthew did not stop him. In fact, as far as he was concerned, any mysterious organization was just one of a few.

Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the like.

To ordinary people, these two organizations are indeed huge and terrifying, but to Matthew they are nothing special. The only ones he doesn't underestimate are the scientists.

After all, the scientists in this universe are a bunch of bugs.

As things stand, Professor X poses a greater threat than those organizations.

Rachel's counter-investigation shouldn't pose any danger. This big guy isn't a simple character either; the fact that we had to clean up his mess in Margrave Town shows that he must have considerable power behind him. Given his cautious approach and personality, making Rachel completely disappear won't be easy.

As for Matthew, he also needs to begin the first step of his action plan.

In fact, his plans may change due to the uncertainty of the sign-in system and rewards, but the overall direction should remain the same.

That is, preparing to create my own organization.

The best way for him to deal with the hidden worries brought about by his powerful physique is to use nutritional supplements. Matthew has never been averse to the power of technology, and he believes that nutritional supplements are currently the most suitable way to solve this problem.

So he currently needs to solve the problems of money and personnel.

Fortunately, this time we can solve one of his problems.

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Inside a detached luxury mansion in Paris.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a black sweater and wearing glasses, with a neat appearance, sat at his desk, checking information one by one on his computer, preparing for the crucial auction that was about to take place.

For him, even the slightest mistake would be catastrophic.

This residence was also a place he specifically chose for his work.

This area is an affluent neighborhood, with dedicated patrols and security personnel, ensuring adequate safety.

After checking the information, he stretched, picked up his empty coffee cup, and prepared to go to the living room to make another cup.

However, as soon as he left the room and entered the living room, he paused, his pupils widened slightly, and his expression changed, because he didn't know when, but two unfamiliar figures had appeared in the living room.

A tall, handsome young boy with black hair, wearing a black overcoat.

The other woman was dressed in a simple shirt, a dark green coat, and jeans. She had an ordinary appearance, was nearly 1.7 meters tall, had dark skin, and her black hair was tied into a braid, a style unique to Black people. She had a capable demeanor.

This seemingly inappropriate pairing appeared in his own home, giving the middle-aged man a sense of unease.

But instead of resisting or running away, he intended to try to communicate.

However, to his surprise, the handsome black-haired boy in the black coat suddenly appeared in front of him as if he had teleported, startling the man so much that he instinctively staggered back a step, and the empty coffee cup slipped from his hand.

The boy easily reached out and caught the coffee cup.

He called out his name in English.

"Clement".

"What?" The man staggered a couple of steps to regain his balance, still reeling from the boy's ghostly speed. He was filled with panic when he heard the boy call out his name, and his heart sank.

It was obvious that these two people were targeting him, and he didn't know what their purpose was. He said a sentence in French in an attempt to play dumb.

But then the capable-looking woman with braided black hair walked over and, as she brushed past him, responded to him in French with a playful tone: “I speak more than a dozen languages, including French, and I think you should be a bit smarter, Mr. Clement.”

After saying that, he went into the room behind him.

Clement was startled by the woman's words and actions. When he noticed the boy's cold gaze, a nameless fear rose within him.

"You'd better think carefully about who you are..."

He tried to threaten him, but the boy had grown impatient. He strode forward, grabbed Clement by the neck with his right hand, ignored his struggles, and dragged him into the room.

I went to my desk.