At the same time, a slender, urban woman crossed the street, entered a narrow alley, and finally walked into a room.
In the room, a man wearing a strange helmet stood by the window, gazing at the busy street traffic with deep concentration.
"Erik, I've found a new piece of information. Stryker and Charles are both looking for a mutant named Sean Murry, but his mutant ability is only Level 1 Energy Absorption.
I suspect his mutant ability underwent a secondary awakening, which is what caught their attention."
Magneto did not turn around, still observing everything outside, especially the ordinary people without mutant abilities.
"Energy Absorption, huh... Raven, contact Sean immediately. Get to him before they do.
A mutant that attracts the attention of both Charles and Stryker must be extraordinary. Recruit him into the Brotherhood of Mutants!"
...
Sean naturally had no idea that his secondary awakened ability had made him a target for several factions at once.
He had already left Hell's Kitchen. Using the US dollars 'generously donated' by the gang members, he bought a new set of clothes and took a shower at an inn.
Due to the continuous absorption of energy and use of energy to strengthen his body, even though he hadn't mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique yet, the injuries on his body were still healing at a rate far exceeding that of a normal person.
Some of the residual scars were even gradually fading, revealing fair skin.
Putting on a pair of round-framed sunglasses, he looked completely refreshed, bearing no resemblance to his sorry state in the underground prison. He was a 6'3" tall, charmingly wicked-looking handsome man.
Bidding farewell to the female manager, who had been constantly flirting with him, Sean walked out, leaving her with a look of regret.
Because of the pursuit from the military and the threat from Wilson Fisk, he didn't want to stay in one place for too long.
Opening the system panel, Sean looked at the Energy Points column.
[Energy Points: 3425]
After several hours of continuous energy absorption, Sean's Energy Points had reached a massive three thousand!
He immediately invested all the Energy Points into the system. The Template Fusion Rate rapidly increased, finally stopping at 23%.
The system prompt finally sounded again:
[Template Fusion Rate: 23%]
[You have awakened a new skill: Reverse Cursed Technique]
[Reverse Cursed Technique lv1 (1/100): Converts the inherent negative energy of Cursed Energy into positive energy, possessing extremely powerful healing effects.]
He finally acquired the Reverse Cursed Technique!
Upon gaining the Reverse Cursed Technique, Sean's survival ability would once again increase, giving him stronger self-healing capabilities than the Lizard!
Gaining insight from the information in his mind, Sean knew that he currently couldn't apply the Reverse Cursed Technique to others; he could only heal himself.
However, as the skill level increased, all of this would be resolved, even gaining the ability to resurrect the dead and restore the fundamental essence of objects!
Huh?
Just then, through the Six Eyes, Sean observed a figure rapidly charging toward him.
It was a muscular brute over two meters tall. He disregarded the surrounding civilians, crashing through recklessly, sending many flying.
In a short time, the surrounding area was filled with screams, and some civilians were even dead.
Further away, drones and a large part of the military unit had already mobilized and were quickly heading his way.
The brute stopped. His muscles were strained, his skin a deep gray, and numerous blue veins pulsed beneath his skin, continuously supplying energy to his powerful physique.
He was carrying a dwarf-like small man on his back. Unlike the brute, the small man was extremely frail; his body wasn't even as thick as the brute's arm.
Sean did not leave. Judging by the speed observed by the Six Eyes, the brute was much faster than him. Unless he mastered the advanced technique of Cursed Technique Lapse: "Blue"—Teleportation—he would be unable to escape the pursuit.
Unfortunately, the level of Cursed Technique Lapse: "Blue" was still too low, and he had not yet mastered it.
The brute stopped ten meters away from Sean. His bare feet dug into the ground, completely shattering the pavement, slowing his momentum.
Large pieces of rock splattered toward Sean, but they hung in the air before reaching him, unable to get even a fraction closer.
Seeing this, the brute nodded and said:
"White hair, azure blue eyes, and this strange ability—you must be target number 9527, right?"
"9527?"
Sean was very familiar with this number; wasn't it the designation in the movies?
Why was this brute referring to him as 9527?
Seeing Sean's confusion, the brute showed no intention of explaining,
"9527, don't resist. Come back with me. Colonel Stryker wants to see you.
Don't resist futilely. You wouldn't want to have your limbs broken and be forcibly carried back!"
The brute spoke matter-of-factly, clearly not taking Sean seriously, treating him as prey that could be hunted at will.
With that, he lunged forward to grab Sean, but he couldn't get any closer when he was just a few centimeters away!
Limitless Cursed Technique!
Seeing this strange phenomenon, the brute's expression turned ferocious, and he said:
"It looks like you insist on taking the hard way. This is a good time to set some ground rules before you join us!"
Sean gently pushed his round sunglasses up, revealing his exquisite azure blue eyes.
He casually used his pinky finger to pick his ear, then put the finger, which had no earwax, forward and blew at the brute.
Under the brute's furious gaze, Sean gave a bright smile, but his eyes were filled with coldness,
"Alright. Let's set some rules. If you cry and apologize, I'll spare your life. That's the rule!"
Arrogant!
Being so underestimated by his own prey, the brute could no longer stand it. He swung his fist to attack Sean, but it remained completely ineffective.
Sean lowered his sunglasses and slowly walked toward the brute. The brute then felt a tremendous force pressing down on him, leaving his imposing body, which he prided himself on, completely helpless against this terrifying pressure.
Just then, the military forces arrived from the distance. They frantically shot at Sean, but the bullets were also unable to get even a tiny bit closer to him.
Just like that, amidst the hail of bullets, Sean pinned the brute against a wall. As he continued to advance, the wall began to shatter.
"Aren't you going to cry and beg for mercy?"
Sean said flatly.
Looking at his enemy, the brute finally realized that this target was not on the same level as his previous opponents; he was completely outmatched!
Fear began to brew in his heart, quickly filling his thoughts.
Ignoring the plan, he shouted:
"Do it now!"
The moment the brute spoke, Sean felt a familiar fluctuation. It was the power of space!
Looking at the dwarf on the brute's back, it was indeed him unleashing spatial power. An invisible spatial blade flew rapidly toward Sean.
The spatial blade was incredibly fast; he couldn't dodge it at all!
Tear!
The sound of flesh being ripped apart rang out. Amidst the brute's sinister laugh, Sean was almost cut in half by the spatial blade!
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