A native of the United States

Chapter 1 Eight-year-old illegitimate child from the motherland

"Lian, hurry up, we should go to class."

In the early morning, the golden sun shines, the lawn is neatly manicured in front of the single-family house, and the sprinklers on the ground rotate to spray fresh water mist.

It seemed to be a beautiful morning, and two gentle calls from mother came from the villa.

The little boy with blue eyes was on a swing hanging from a big tree in the yard, playing with toy cars by himself, immersed in his own world, without hearing anything.

Outside the balcony of the house, on the wooden steps painted with white paint.

Lying on the rattan chair, with his feet casually resting on the railing, the young man had a handsome face and deep eyes, looking at the other side of the road with a hint of disdain.

He didn't pay any attention to what his mother meant to call his younger brother.

It seems that it has nothing to do with this family, and is a boarding outsider.

"Lian, did you hear what I said, go and pack your things, we're going to be late."

After a while, Becca, who didn't get a response, opened the door and leaned out halfway.

She is more than 30 years old, with a slightly pretty face, with tight-fitting trousers on her lower body and a white home shirt on her upper body. She looks like a very capable beauty in the workplace. She once again yelled softly at Ryan under the big tree.

"Come on, mother."

Ryan put down the toy car in his hand, ran over with a smile, passed the two of them and ran towards the house.

"Don't forget to bring a pencil this time, you need it in art class."

Becca pulled the door open, watching her well-behaved and obedient son run past her and run upstairs, with a smile on her face and maternal tenderness in her eyes.

In the warm scene of mother and child, suddenly a sneering voice sounded from the side at an inappropriate time to destroy it.

"Why don't you call the teacher home.

Are you tired of running every day? "

The young man lying on the rattan chair turned his head slightly, with a magnetic voice, and looked at his mother very casually.

"Ron, it will cost more money to call the teacher's house."

Turning his head to face his eldest son who was born with Ryan, but physically and psychologically different from ordinary people, Becca's smile is no longer so natural, and there is a faint sense of rustiness and nervousness.

"Still need money?
Whatever you want, they'll do it for you for free, won't they? "

Ron has long been accustomed to Becca's attitude.

Although after traveling again, he is no longer an orphan, but the situation is not much different from that of an orphan.

The family lacks the role of father, and mother sees him like a freak.

"This community that has lived for eight years is not just built for us - a seemingly beautiful cage."

He spread his hands and said indifferently and mockingly.

"Enough, Ron, I don't know what you're talking about, you're talking nonsense again."

Hearing this sentence, Becca's face changed, pretending to be annoyed and trying to cover it up, and warned her eldest son sternly.

"Ron, you are not allowed to say these things to your brother!"

A woman is a mother, but when it comes to Ryan, her attitude has become tough.

"it's up to you."

Ron spread his hands in disdain and said nothing.

After the warning, Becca returned to the house in a slightly flustered footstep.

She has two sons, the younger son is cute and cute, while the older son...was born very different from ordinary people, growing too fast, he was as tall as her at the age of six, and surpassed her mother by a head at the age of eight this year, with the appearance of an adult youth No difference.

Ever since I was a child, I have never cried or made noises, and I seldom talk. I don’t look like a child at all. I always look at everything indifferently, which makes people feel weird.

Whenever she spoke to her eldest son, she instinctively thought of the father of two—the man who was the most outstanding hero in the eyes of the public, but was actually a terrible demon.

Chi Chi.

The black car drove away from the house, and Becca left to take her precious young son to class.

"Becca, you really love your son, you shouldn't have kept him in the greenhouse. After all, this is a hypocritical world."

Ron was lying on the rattan chair, looking away from the car at will, and looked into the distance with a sneer.

His gaze seemed to be able to pass through this cage that seemed to be a neat community, to see those who watched him from a distance all the time, and to see the fence more than a mile away.

After crossing, details can be seen everywhere, too many superhero peripherals, the homelander, the locomotive, Queen Maeve...

He found out that he was in the world of black-robed pickets.

It's not the first time to cross,
"Compared to the last world where dangers are everywhere and dangerous events often occur, this world has not changed much for the better."

Even worse in a way - a hypocritical, ugly and dangerous world!
Drugs that can give people superpowers have been abused, and a considerable number of ordinary people have been treated as experimental products without knowing it.

Superheroes are launched like carefully packaged merchandise, attracting fans.

Everyone is sanctimonious, corrupt and hypocritical, and fighting crime is actually a show, and everything is based on money and fame.

The most powerful superhero in the world, Homelander, possesses superman-like abilities and is powerful enough to destroy the world, but he is actually a psychologically deformed, moody, reckless bomb.

"However, it's normal to have that kind of powerful force to act recklessly."

Grinning sneeringly, Ron licked his parched lips.

How many people have superhuman abilities, and will become the superman Clark who hides among ordinary people and works as a newspaper reporter, instead of the motherland who "do whatever I want" standing on the top of the earth?

He slowly got up from the wicker chair, closed the door and went upstairs to his room, and drew the curtains.

Organize and organize the things you prepared in advance.

I changed into clothes that were easy to move around and put on my backpack.

There is a crisis lurking under the calm surface of this world. A native of the motherland who may lose control at any time is a nightmare. It is difficult to escape from the vortex of one's own identity, and one must gain strength to protect oneself.

"It's time for me to set off, to gain strength."

In the room, Ron buttoned up the sleeves of his jacket one by one in front of the mirror. In the mirror, his eyes concealed excitement.

In the original story, there was only one illegitimate child born to the motherlander and Becca, which was Ryan, but for some reason, he was added and became twins.

It is not quite right to say that they are twins, because the genes of the people from the motherland have mutated in him.

"I failed to inherit the ability of the people of the motherland, but got another surprise."

Ron called out the familiar panel.

Ability Points: 2
Recorded Template: Motherlander's Physique (Ryan Youth Status) Price: 30 points.

The world has been searched: X-Men.

A few days ago, this thing appeared, saying that it had detected that the physiological state of the eligible host had reached adulthood, and it was officially opened.

Affect the fate of superheroes or super criminals by deflecting, gain ability points, buy other people's ability templates, and transform yourself.

Ron always thought that his genetic mutation was a failure, he was so unlucky that he could not inherit the ability of the people of the motherland, and his life span was shortened by nearly two-thirds.

Eight years old is about the same as other people's eighteen or nineteen years old.

According to this calculation, it is about 20 years old. At the age when others go to college, you can receive a pension and live a retirement life in advance?
But when this thing appeared, he found that it didn't seem to fail?
Lifespan is shortened, ordinary people's physique is exchanged for unlimited genes and body carrying capacity, no matter what kind of genetic modification and ability instillation can bear.

Lower the lower limit so that the upper limit approaches infinity.

It fits perfectly with this templating system.

[Whether to spend 50 ability points to travel through the X-Men world.

yes. 】

Ron gave an order to use the ability of the template system to travel to another world.

Interfering in the fate of characters and gaining ability points can also be done in the world of black-robed pickets.

For example, during his birth and growth, in the past eight years, he directly or indirectly interfered with the fate of many people, and obtained more than 2 ability points.

But in the current situation, if you want to go to the outside world to contact other people and acquire a large amount of ability points in a short period of time, there are huge obstacles.

He looks out.

The angle of view is zoomed out, looking down from the top.

It looks like a free block, but at the end is a tall gray wall, densely covered with electric grids, and the elite troops block the guards outside, like a cold prison.

Walter Corporation, the giant company that created the magical No. [-] compound and shaped many superheroes single-handedly, needs Becca and him and Ryan to become the secret behind-the-scenes to control the world's strongest hero when the homelander loses control.

So the three of them can't go anywhere.

There are heavily armed special forces outside, and there are other people in the block pretending to be ordinary people, watching around the clock.

With his current strength, it is impossible to leave here.

That being the case...

"Then go to other worlds and gain the ability to leave this cage!"

(End of this chapter)