Ultimate Life Begins with Injustice

Chapter 033 Slime

"You don't seem to be fully awake."

Old A lay on the sofa, lazily raising his eyelids to look at Su Lun, who was still washing bottles.

"You're clearly less energetic than me."

Suren shook the water off her hands and turned to look at Old A, whose dark circles were obvious.

Suren's exhaustion was mainly mental. Although he had rested well in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, back in the main world, he felt like he had just had a very long dream.

So even though his physical strength has increased a lot, he is still mentally exhausted.

Old A had clearly stayed up all night, and still looked listless and sallow.

"That's not the same... yawn..."

Old A rubbed his eyes, turned over, and continued looking at his phone.

"I'm resting here; I'll start working after I get off work."

Suren placed the last bottle into the sterilizer and continued examining the notes of "Icarus".

My own "Forge of Hatred" has been transformed into a "Forge of Emotions" that is not quite complete, but has a wider scope.

However, the [Emotional Furnace] is only a semi-finished product. Currently, Suren can only absorb his own and others' negative emotions as energy.

The Reversal Technique learned in Jujutsu Kaisen uses positive energy for healing, but this "positive" energy comes from the multiplication of negative emotional energy, rather than energy generated by positive emotions.

So Suren was flipping through that notebook.

It was not only to further understand that genius who had flown too far ahead of his time, but also to completely perfect his own "emotional furnace".

If we can start from the ideas of that [Icarus] and thoroughly improve the [Emotional Forge], then Suren will undoubtedly receive a significant boost.

Thinking of this, Suren couldn't help but sigh.

If I could obtain a lamp ring to study, especially a green, blue, or purple lamp ring that generates energy through positive emotions, then all my problems would be easily solved.

Unfortunately, Lex is not a villain in this universe, so there is no possibility of finding a piece of his collection in the company to analyze.

"None of you have plans for tonight, right?"

Big B appeared in the room again without a sound, but Suren was already somewhat used to his way of appearing.

"I didn't." Old A slightly raised his eyelids, looking at Big B with some surprise.

"I don't have any either."

Suren's eyes remained fixed on her notebook as she casually replied.

"That's great! There's a big job up for grabs. Let's go together after work."

Big B's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, but there were no footsteps, and the entire room fell into an eerie silence.

"That's great... You've integrated into the team so quickly."

Old A finally sat up, his tone tinged with amusement.

He didn't expect this "intern" to be of any help to his department other than doing odd jobs.

After all, the BARC department is somewhat special.

Unlike the glamorous elites sitting in upper-level offices, this department doesn't have much intense competition for KPIs or room for advancement.

If it weren't for Lex's insistence, BARC wouldn't even be planning to hire interns.

After all, the decline of the entire department after [Icarus] is a well-known fact.

Everyone knows that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, BARC will go from being a "cornerstone" to a liability on the financial statements within the next few years.

Layoffs or even the closure of entire departments are inevitable and nothing new at Lex Group.

But Su Lun only came for half a day. Not only could she ask for leave the next day, but she was also included in Big B's "one of us" category.

This was quite novel for Old A.

"Why 'off workday'? Is it for overtime pay?"

Suren was slightly puzzled.

Old A and Big B are both long-time employees of Lex Group. As long as they don't indulge in extravagant spending and exceed their spending limits, they shouldn't have to sacrifice their after-get off work hours to work overtime.

"Okay, as a newbie, you're bound to experience this sooner or later."

Old A shrugged, not surprised by Suren's question.

Suren also put down her notes, adopting a "listening attentively" posture.

"Do you know whose city the metropolis is?"

Old A started rummaging through the coffee table mysteriously, and then asked a question that couldn't be simpler.

"Superman's?"

Suren was somewhat puzzled, but still answered.

"Of course! What this superhero loves to do most is help people in need, whether it's during the day or late at night."

Old A finally found what he was looking for and plugged it directly into his tablet.

All the lights in the room dimmed, and a projector appeared.

"This is a heat map of Superman's acts of kindness over the past three months. As you can see, apart from a very few isolated cases where he only arrived after the news was reported (blue dots), the scope of his helping others has actually been fixed on both sides of a curve recently."

Suren listened and nodded slightly.

Is this really Lex Luthor? He even recorded the time and place of every time Superman helped someone; his love for him is truly profound.

But soon, the enhanced mental abilities from [Rapid Thinking] made him notice something amiss in the time column.

"There's a timing issue..."

"Great! I see why you were able to integrate into the team so quickly."

Old A slapped his thigh suddenly, somewhat excitedly.

"Superman's 'helping time' is very regular. A small number of cases are concentrated around working hours, that is, between 8 o'clock and 5 pm, while nearly half of the samples are concentrated in the middle of the night."

"If we exclude the previous Apokolips invasion, then it's clear that Superman is a superhero who works out of interest, and he even goes to work in Metropolis out of interest."

"During working hours or late at night, he might take advantage of his time off or rest to commit acts of heroism in the city, but he would never do such a thing for a period of time after get off work."

"This is also the best time to conduct some gray area operations—after all, there have been cases that have proven that Superman does not activate his super hearing when he is focused on doing something."

Old A said all of this in one breath. Although this data has been updated since the company was founded a long time ago, only he and BARC have seen the clues and made use of it so far.

How could this not excite him?

"Hey, you really are a genius..."

Suren was also somewhat surprised. He stared carefully at the projection covered with densely packed data, which was almost exactly the same as what Old A had said.

……

"Is this the target?"

Looking at that whole cylindrical "giant jelly", Suren's lips twitched slightly.

Although it was very similar to that [Icarus], it was clear that the corpse he had seen before had been altered to some extent.

It had neither that murky, barely discernible texture nor that stench that threatened to blow one's head off.

Inside the green gel, there were also eyeballs and some scattered bones.

"Judging from the number, there must be at least two skeletons here, but it doesn't take three people to do it. I can handle it by myself."

Old A's professionalism was on full display at this moment; he even put on a mask and gloves at this point, which clearly meant that this was not the first time he had encountered this thing.

"Yes, according to the contact, they originally intended to recycle the gelatinous skeleton and sell it for a good price."

"But one of their companions reached in and was completely 'sucked' in."

"What frightened them even more was that after that, the clump of gelatinous substance continued to move slowly toward them, as if it wanted to swallow them up as well."

Big B's explanation came at just the right time, explaining why three people from the department needed to come this time.

"In other words, this is a living organism. That explains why there were several pieces of clothing inside."

Suren nodded, her expression not showing much change.

"So what are the requirements?"

A sense of foreboding instinctively arose in Old A's heart. He slowly turned his neck to look at Big B, fearing that Big B might utter some shocking words.

When Big B actually spoke, he was almost petrified.

"Capture them alive."