The Super God Journey of American Comics

One morning in November 2003, the bedroom of Allen Manor. The curtains on the bedside slowly opened. The sunshine that had not been seen for many days shone on Allen's face through the window, waking him up from his sleep. As winter approaches, the temperature begins to drop. But today is a rare day of good weather. As he was busy late yesterday, Allen got up late today, and Shadit didn't ask him to get up.

Wearing pajamas, they came to the living room. The three of them sat on the sofa and read books. Those were all modern books, and Allen had chosen some books related to human history and technological development. In order to better integrate them into modern society, the party two months ago made Allen feel very embarrassed. Now they have almost completely adapted to modern life, except... . .

"Father!" The three of them stood up and saluted.

right! It was this - they kept calling Alan father, and it bothered him.

"Yeah!" Allen nodded as a greeting! "Go help me prepare breakfast!"

"Yes!" The three of them saluted together, then put down the books in their hands, turned around and left.

Allen shook his head and started to walk to the restaurant, found a seat and sat down, picked up the newspaper on the dining table and passed the time.

Turning to the headlines, a piece of news caught Allen's mind. The dam on Lake Alkali in Canada collapsed, causing the lake to release water, flooding large areas of land and villages, and causing economic losses. . . Allen knew that Stryker had received a box lunch. This evil executioner finally ended his criminal life.

Allen is also a researcher in biotechnology and is very disgusted with this kind of paranoia and bloody experiments on human bodies. It is very undesirable to act recklessly without any theoretical basis. Even success is mostly due to chance. If Wolverine hadn't had his special physique, even a thousand uncle wolves wouldn't be enough for Stryker to deal with. The Deadpool he created had a high probability of being successful because of Wolverine's genetic factors. He is a madman, so Allen is too lazy to care about his death. It would be better if he is dead. He will make up for it if he is not dead.

Allen is not entirely opposed to human experimentation. It’s just that he feels that research should have a sufficient theoretical basis and sufficient animal experiments before it can be implemented on humans. So his transplant plan was successful almost the first time without any major side effects. Allen is proud of this.

"Father! Please use it slowly!" Satit and the other three each came in with a tray, placed it in front of Allen, opened the gold lid, and contained a portion of beef noodles, two fried dough sticks, and a braised egg. The aroma was tangy, whetting Allen's appetite.

Allen has always liked Chinese breakfast because he was a Hunanese in his previous life, so beef noodles with braised eggs are his favorite. Adding two fried dough sticks can make Alan feel very happy for the whole day. He picked up the gold chopsticks, picked out the noodles a few times, and started eating.

Both gods and humans in ancient Egypt liked gold products very much. Since Satit and the others came, all of Allen's daily necessities that could be changed were made of gold. What’s even more frightening is, just a braised egg, what the hell are you serving on a golden plate? This makes Allen feel like a nouveau riche!

"How are the newly transplanted clergy organs doing these days? Are there any rejection reactions? How is the fusion going?" Allen asked Satit, who was peeling the eggshells for him. A month ago, through research, Allen tried to transplant the organ where the priesthood was stored in the body of one of the unresurrected gods, his liver, into Satit's body to see if new priesthood could be added.

"There is no problem anymore. I feel that my divine power has begun to increase very quickly! After about half a year, there will be basically no problem!" Shadit subconsciously touched his abdomen and said with a smile. Those gods have fallen, and it would be a waste to leave them alone. They can obtain new priesthoods and enhance their divine power, which will be very helpful in reviving the ancient Egyptian gods in the future. The three of them couldn't agree more. Once the experiment is complete, they all hope to be able to transplant new clerical organs.

"Can you feel what kind of priesthood it is?" Since Ragnarok came quite suddenly, when they were sealed, they didn't quite know what kind of priesthood the newly born gods were.

Because only the three of them were older at the time, Ra God wanted the three of them to lead the new gods for racial revitalization. The others were born not long ago and have never been to the front line or faced the enemy, so they don’t know them well. The seal was also in a hurry, and fell into a deep sleep before he had time to introduce it. There is no emotion, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about when transplanted.

In fact, God's feelings are very indifferent. Generally, we have almost no feelings towards Gods we don't know much about. If we don't have a good relationship, it would be a trivial matter for us to fight each other when we meet. If Ragnarok hadn't united them, they would have killed themselves. At that time, wars between the gods were very frequent, and the relationship between the major gods was not very good. Many major gods wanted to challenge Ra's rule. Satit and the others all belong to the God of Ra lineage, and are very loyal to God of Ra, so they can qualify for the seal.

"It should be the guardianship of the liver." Satit thought for a while and said, because she had just received the transplant, she was a little unsure.

. . . ?

Allen was a little speechless. What kind of priesthood is this? No wonder it can't be resurrected. It's so rubbish! "What is the increase in divine power?"

"Except for the god of war, or the priesthood of the main god, all increases in divine power are similar." Shadit replied. "I have three priesthoods, and now I have added one, and my power has increased by a quarter."

"Okay! As long as it works, I'll give each of you three transplants! Divide the remaining nine." Allen said helplessly. The total combat power can be doubled, which is not bad.

. . .

"Ring! Ring! Ring!" Allen's cell phone rang. When I picked it up, I saw it was Greer.

"Hi! Greer! Is Budapest fun?" Greer went to Hungary a few days ago, preparing to explore the market in Eastern Europe.

"Hi! BOSS! Are you really lazy? Did you just get up?" Greer waved to the camera and teased her boss with a smile. Now this little girl is getting more and more unruly and needs to be educated.

"Hmm! You won't like the authentic Chinese breakfast!" Westerners don't pay much attention to breakfast. It usually consists of milk, cereal and the like, with a few slices of bread occasionally added, which is already the limit.

"Okay! Chinese food is delicious, but breakfast is too greasy, so you better enjoy it!" Greer curled her lips in disgust. "The winter weather here in Budapest is terrible. The weather forecast says it will be rainy these days. I think if I stay in the hotel for too long, it will get moldy."

"I think it's better for you to stay in the hotel! I heard that the security there is not very good, and there was a shooting incident at the Central Station yesterday!" Allen shrugged and said, there were news reports here in the United States. "You'd better be careful and remember to take Jason and the others with you when you go out."

Now Jason's team has almost become Greer's exclusive bodyguards. Allen usually stayed at home and did not go out, and was protected by three gods, so he placed Jason next to Greer to protect her. I believe that with the protection of these super soldiers, there should be no problems.

"I'll be careful! Well! The rain outside seems to have stopped, and I think I should be able to go out for a walk tomorrow. There are many historical buildings here, and I should be able to have a lot of fun." Greer looked out the window of the hotel and said with some joy .

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Is it really okay to say that you want to skip work and go out to play in front of your boss? Assistant lady, you are crazy! I will deduct your salary when you come back!" Allen said with a fake face.

"Okay! You are the boss and you have the final say, but I plan to go out to inspect the market tomorrow. I hope the weather is good!" Greer sighed and said a little depressed.

To be honest, it didn't feel good to stay in the hotel for a week. She was almost going crazy. She couldn't do her work either. After wasting so much time, there were still many things in the United States waiting for her to deal with when she returned. I also got drunk when I met a boss who didn't take care of things very much.

"Well! This is what a good employee looks like. After you're done, I'll give you a day off to relax. Be careful and wish you good luck!" Allen ended the call. After picking up the vermicelli in the bowl, wipe your mouth. He stood up and said, "I'm a little busy today! I may come back later! Call me if you have anything." Allen made an appointment with Stark today to discuss improvements to quantum computers.

This matter has been busy for several months, but there has been no progress. Stark is also careless. He goes out to pick up girls and make headlines every day when he has nothing to do. I pressed several times, but he always refused. I really wonder where his energy went in the first few days? If you say you have no inspiration, you are just making excuses! Seeing that my company has been making headlines recently because of its good performance, I feel a little dissatisfied and want to overpower Allen. I am really drunk thinking about it.

Isn’t it good to just do research honestly? How can beautiful women do research so much? Isn’t it great to play with high-tech equipment? Alan complained. When will this pushy personality change?

. . .

"Stark! Have you finished your improvement plan? I've been waiting for several months! If you don't get it done, I'll really find someone else!" Allen came to Stark's private research laboratory in Mabu On the ground floor of a beachside villa. He had been traveling for a long time. This guy doesn't do research in New York, but in Los Angeles. Don’t you know how far the two places are? It takes half a day to fly from the west coast to the east coast to meet up, which is too troublesome.

"I think you can throw away your Plan B. Do you need anyone else if Stark takes action?" Stark sat on his workbench, typed on the keyboard a few times, and then grabbed a virtual screen on the virtual screen in front of him. The file was thrown onto the open space in the workroom, and a virtual structural diagram was displayed. It is the improvement plan drawings of quantum computers.

Stark stood up and met Allen, and said casually: "I am currently working on a military project, exoskeleton armor! It is basically completed and is being tested! It will be produced soon! This year's Star The stock price can rise another 30%!" That proud expression just said on his face, come and praise me!

"Okay! I congratulate you in advance!" Allen was too lazy to argue with this old kid. He always wants to compare with Allen: to compare with assistants, to compare with worth, to compare with talents. Some time ago, he saw that Allen had changed to a beautiful driver, who was actually Satit who had just obtained his driver's license. He also planned to change to another driver. If Happy and Pepper hadn't firmly opposed it, and because of Happy's service for so many years, they would have given up. Therefore, during this period of time, he slept with several cover girls of fashion magazines, and finally gave up the idea because he felt that he was better than Allen. Otherwise, we don’t know what extraordinary things he would do.

After reading the information for a while, Allen nodded with satisfaction. There was nothing to say about Stark's level. He felt that there would be good news this time. Putting away a mobile hard drive: "Then I'll go back and make the sample, and then I'll try it out to see if it can be successful!"

"Stark will definitely succeed if he takes action! This thing is very troublesome! Do you want my help?" Stark raised his eyebrows and asked. “If you don’t have enough money, I can help you with some support!”

"Get out! Will I be short of this little money?" Allen waved his hand and walked out without looking back.

"It will cost at least two billion dollars to build this thing! It will take a long time! Do you really not need my help?"

Allen was too lazy to pay attention to him. When he was about to go out, he turned around and gave him a middle finger and walked away!