On Earth, Michael didn't pay any attention to the reactions of those satellites and monitoring stations.
Let alone that you can't know the truth; even if you launch new probe satellites.
By the time the new satellites fly here, Michael might have already abandoned this initial Base!
...In the brand new, surreal, luxurious personal Space Station residence in Venus's low orbit, Michael was reclining on a chair made of superalloy.
The perfect ergonomics and fitting concave-convex curve design made Michael extremely comfortable lying on it!
Soft music played in the room, making one unconsciously feel as if immersed in beautiful nature.
"Sir, the equipment adjustment is complete. Do you need to refract the Sun light in?"
Suddenly, a deep, rich, magnetic male voice sounded in the room, making Michael open his long-closed eyes.
"Begin! White!"
Michael glanced at a server in a corner of this luxurious Space Station single residence; that was White's home. The chip material, naturally, came from those three probe satellites.
Although the materials seemed somewhat mismatched for the specialized purpose, this didn't stump the mutated gem. With a change of thought, a high-end super server was thus created.
White was, of course, an artificial intelligence that Michael materialized along with the server, using the computer knowledge he had copied from Tony Stark.
The name was taken from the ancient Chinese appellation for Venus in legends: Grand White Star!
"Yes, sir!"
A deep, rich, magnetic voice sounded, and the skylight above Michael's head opened.
Oh, no! It was the protective shell on the outer layer of the residence that opened, and the Sun light shone directly onto Michael through a transparent, glass-like material above his head.
Moreover, as the external equipment changed, more Sun light shone onto Michael through reflection, refraction, and other means.
Indeed, this was the fundamental reason why Michael designed this luxurious personal Space Station residence.
Standing alone in Space like an idiot, exposed to cosmic radiation and the Sun light? Don't be ridiculous! That would absolutely not be me, Michael! I, Michael, am a dignified person!
No one can make me forgo this comfortable residence and go into that unbreathable, idiotic-looking Space! Unless... you tempt me with Infinity Stones! ...
"Sir, the temperature in the room has reached one hundred degrees Celsius!"
White's voice sounded.
"Continue!"
Michael didn't even feel it.
He only knew that in his mind, the numbers representing energy points were constantly jumping.
+++ Unlike when he was on Earth, where energy jumped once per minute.
Here, it jumped once every 100 energy points.
It seemed that after the third enhancement, his body had made significant progress and adaptation to energy!
"Yes, sir."
Before long, more light shone on Michael.
"Sir, the room temperature has reached two hundred degrees Celsius!"
"Continue!"
Michael touched the superalloy chair beneath him; it was still cool to the touch. It truly lived up to its name as a superalloy used for vector engine nozzles!
Before long, more and more sunlight gathered, and Michael in the light source was no longer visible to the naked eye.
"Sir, the room temperature has reached five hundred degrees Celsius!"
Old White's voice sounded again.
"Alright, just maintain this temperature!"
Feeling that the energy growth, after reaching almost one thousand points per second, stopped increasing, as if his energy absorption rate had reached its upper limit, Michael told White to stop gathering more Sun light to shine on him.
After all, the dissipated energy was baking the entire room to an incredibly hot state. Michael was afraid that if it continued, it would explode. One must know that this residence contained ample oxygen materialized by Michael!
Fortunately, this outcome did not occur, perhaps because Michael had used the mutated gem to alter the critical point required for an explosion in this residence...
"It exceeded!"
"It really exceeded!"
Absorbing one thousand energy points per second, Michael, who was constantly monitoring the energy value in his mind, quickly discovered that when the energy value reached five hundred thousand points, there were no symptoms of physical discomfort, nor did it reach a peak and stop increasing.
The energy points continued to grow wildly with energy absorption.
He gained ten thousand energy points in almost a single breath! Five hundred and ten thousand! Five hundred and twenty thousand! Five hundred and thirty thousand! Michael even sat up in excitement, only to lie back down after realizing the energy absorption had slowed.
In short, Michael was thrilled! Sure enough, his previous feeling was not wrong! Five hundred thousand energy points were not the peak for his current body! As time passed.
Slowly, Michael began to feel a sense of bloating in his body.
Michael glanced at his energy: nine hundred and fifty thousand! Nine hundred and sixty thousand, a throbbing pain! Nine hundred and seventy thousand, a bursting sensation! Nine hundred and eighty thousand, a tearing feeling! Nine hundred and ninety thousand, a shattering sensation! One million, a feeling of his entire body being pulverized! "Stop!"
The immense pain rendered Michael speechless.
After a mighty roar, Michael 'happily' fainted! Fortunately, that single word, 'stop,' not only caused the mutated gem to cease energy absorption but also prompted Da Bai to close the solar aggregation panels.
Soon, the protective layer above Michael's head closed, and the room temperature quickly returned to normal, leaving only Michael, covered in blood, slumped on the alloy recliner.
Da Bai 'watched' all of this, making no move.
Firstly, Michael had already set up a protocol for such changes; he had only just fainted and merely needed to wait quietly.
Secondly, in the depths of this Universe, even if one wanted to find help, who could they find? Could they really call Captain Marvel here… "Phew!"
"Still alive!"
After an unknown period, the unconscious Michael finally opened his eyes again.
"Hiss."
"So painful!"
"Even after three body enhancements, my self-healing ability hasn't recovered?"
"It seems I still need to materialize some body recovery abilities!"
"But first, I'll materialize a body repair potion!"
With a thought, a crystal-clear potion bottle appeared in Michael's hand.
"Tsk."
"After body enhancement, even body repair potions have become more expensive?"
"It actually costs a full one thousand energy points!"
"But!"
"It's just a drop in the bucket."
After a brief complaint, Michael directly bit off the bottle cap and tilted his head back to drink it! To be continued: To read novels without underlines, please download Feilu Xiao.
Regarding Going Live.
Author-Jun is considered an experienced author, having written two Special Forces fanfics with decent results.
Due to recent crackdowns, his old book was banned, and the content modification was too extensive and complex, so Author-Jun decided to simply transition.
Typing every day, checking backend data, everything seemed to be going well. Gradually, going live was a natural progression, and there seemed to be no need to lament his situation.
So, he went live directly, but Author-Jun never expected the results this time to be so poor.
Waking up early in the morning, opening the backend, Author-Jun's heart sank halfway.
Eighteen thousand collections, only four hundred subscriptions, an exaggerated 45:1 collection-to-subscription ratio.
His mindset completely collapsed! It was unbelievable! Ignore the above complaints; reader bigwigs who subscribed don't need to worry about Author-Jun disappearing.
Although the results are poor, Author-Jun will still finish the Marvel Universe.
An old author's character guarantee! It won't let down the reader bigwigs' small change.
But subsequent works like the Myriad Worlds might not be written.