Alan felt that his body and mind were undergoing earth-shaking transformation!

With the return of the gluttonous system, the origin of gluttony, the reserve of potential, and the attributes and resistances provided by special ingredients have also returned.

What's even more beautiful is that the data on the status panel doesn't just belong to Allen outside the sink.

Dr. Allen, who is sleeping in the sink, also has the exact same attributes and abilities.

One soul, but two different bodies.

This kind of wonderful experience is actually not new to Allen.

The clone created by "Dripping Blood" is similar.

Controlling two bodies at the same time and distracting from it is not difficult for him.

Proficient in the "Separation Mystic Technique", daily practice of distraction meditation, distraction is as easy and natural as breathing.

Alan can wake up his sleeping alter self in the sink at any time, the question is what next?

Take Dr. Allen and return to Liberty City together?

Alan shook his head slightly.

It's not a good idea.

Keeping Dr. Allen here, obtaining a legal identity in the Metropolitan Vault, and finding an opportunity to infiltrate Solomon Corporation is the most profitable way to operate.

In this way, Allen's two identities are in two opposing camps.

The "Prophet" preaches in the camp of the refuge, gaining faith power and quickly rising the ranks of warlocks.

The "Doctor" penetrates into the Solomon Corporation, contacts the latest research results of Titan cells, and tries to solve the mystery of the origin of Titan cells, so as to improve the progress of Titan origin fusion.

When the opposing sides clash, the "prophets" and "doctors" can fish in troubled waters and maximize profits.

While I was thinking about it, a system prompt came to my mind.

"Do you spend your potential to eliminate the Titan cells in your body?"

Alan was slightly stunned before he realized that this prompt was not for him, but for his other self in the sink.

The prophet Allen traveled from the world of warlocks.

Comes with virus resistance and immunity to Titan cell infection.

Dr. Allen is a native of this demonic earth.

Before he fell asleep, he had already been infected with Titan cells due to an experimental accident.

It wasn't until he had just resonated with the soul of the prophet Allen that he gained a virus immunity constitution.

At this point, the Titan cell has been living in symbiosis with his organ tissues for many years, becoming part of itself.

For 10 points of potential, you can eliminate all the mutated tissues in the doctor's body, and you will be immune to Titan cell infection.

But Alan wasn't going to do that.

"System! How much potential does it take to control the Titan cells in the doctor's body to less than 10%? ”

"6 potentials."

"Excellent! That's it! ”

Alan gave the order.

It would not be wise to completely eliminate the Titan cells in the Doctor's body and turn him into a natural person!

First of all, after the doctor woke up, he couldn't explain to the top management of Solomon Corporation, why did all the Titan cells in his body disappear without explanation?

The disappearance of some of them can also be said to be due to their own resistance.

There is not a single Titan cell left, which is too unbelievable, and it will inevitably attract suspicion and investigation from the higher-ups.

Secondly, keep a part of the Titan cells in the doctor's body and keep them below the 10% safety line, and he is a normal infected person, who can link to the Titan network, apply for a network ID, and become a legal resident of the Metropolitan Vault.

On this basis, Alan was able to carry out activities in the city through the identity of a doctor.

After a while, the system responds.

According to his request, the Titan cells in the doctor's body have been suppressed under the warning line of cancer.

Alan nodded in satisfaction and waved goodbye to himself in the sink.

The illusory spirit quietly disappeared under the floor.

Allen, the prophet, is gone.

After a few moments, Dr. Allen, who was in the sink, suddenly opened his eyes.

With a strong resurgence of vital signs, a sharp alarm sounded from the monitoring instrument next to it.

At the same time, the sealed glass cover above the sink slowly opened upwards with the snorting sound of the air valve exhausting.

Dr. Allen sat up from the sink, wiped his wet hair, and clenched his fists.

He slept for thirteen years, and his skin was sickly pale.

It stands to reason that the muscles that are loose should not be able to exert their strength.

But, at the moment when he clenched his fist.

The air in the palm of your hand was directly pinched and exploded!

Boom!!

It was as if a firecracker had been lit, and the crisp popping sound reverberated in the empty underground hall.

Alan nodded in satisfaction.

I just woke up from a long sleep, and my physical condition is indeed very poor.

However, the 97-point physique attribute is not an ornament.

Even if he is in a weak state at the moment, he can kill the Tyrannosaurus Rex with one punch!

In the hallway outside the door, there was the sound of messy footsteps.

Boom!

The door was slammed open.

A group of heavily armed security guards rushed in.

Immediately after, researchers in white coats followed suit.

Alan calmly watched the chaos on the scene.

Nodding to the overwhelmed crowd, it was a greeting.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have slept for a long time, what time is it today?"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Just as the atmosphere was burning, the door was pushed open again.

Two men in sunglasses hurriedly walked in.

At this time, Eren had already expanded the realm, and he could clearly sense the vitality and soul strength of everyone, from which he could judge the depth of the opponent's strength.

The two men wearing sunglasses are obviously much stronger than other mercenaries, and they should be A-level "wanderers" of the same level as the "crocodile king" Wayne.

The tall, thin young man on the left walked straight to the sink and raised his right black-gloved hand with his palm facing Alan.

Laugh at!

A puff of white gas erupted from his palm.

At the same time, Alan receives a system prompt that he has just inhaled a level 6 toxin with a strong anesthetic effect.

With this level of anesthetic spray, Alan is completely immune.

But in order to continue the play, he felt that he should still give the man in sunglasses a little face and pretend to be anesthetized.

As a result, Alan showed appropriate weakness, collapsed in the hypnotic spray, and fell into a stupor.

The man in sunglasses slowly lowered his hand, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smug arc.

His superpower "hypnotic gas", even if the Titan Giant Bear inhaled a little, he had to obediently paralyze and fall into a deep sleep.

How can a scientific researcher who has been in a coma for thirteen years, just woke up from a long hibernation, weak as a chicken, resist?

Another man in sunglasses stepped forward, pressed his right index finger to the center of Allen's eyebrows, injected a spiritual force, and tried to scan the memory fragments before and after he woke up.

Alan pretended to be asleep and secretly launched the "Prayer Technique", simulating the 4-ring magic "tampering with memories".

Hide the true memory of being awakened by the "prophet" and replace it with a spontaneous awakening.

After a moment, the man in sunglasses removed his fingers and furrowed his brow.

"In his memory, he couldn't find any external factors that caused him to wake up suddenly, it seemed to be just an accident."

His companion nodded, acknowledging his judgment.

"I've just checked, and the other 143 test subjects are still dormant."

"Since there is only one exception, it can only be explained by accident."

"Fortunately, there was no big trouble, but I hope the boss and the lady can accept our findings."

The two stopped talking and instructed the paramedics at the scene to remove Alan out of the sink.

He dried himself, put on a hospital gown, carried him into a single car, transferred him to the inpatient department of the nursing home, and arranged a single intensive care unit for him.

Alan went with the flow.

After everyone left, relax and get some sleep.

When I woke up, it was already dark and my stomach was growling.

Breakfast delivered by the nurse with milk, biscuits and fresh fruit.

Alan pretended to be weak and sipped from the milk cup in both hands.

The nurse was an enthusiastic middle-aged aunt, and when she saw his struggling appearance, she hurriedly came over to serve him to eat.

Taking the opportunity, Alan chatted with the nurse.

Ask what day it is and how long you have been in a coma.

After some knowingly asked......

Alan had been asleep for thirteen years, showing surprise and confusion in line with the nurse's expectations.

At the same time, cameras secretly installed in various hidden corners of the ward focused on Allen's face.

In the monitoring room next door, on the matrix monitoring screen, a close-up of Allen's face was shown from all angles.

In the monitoring room, there were two people sitting.

An old man with gray hair sat on a folding chair with his legs crossed.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he is well-dressed, and holds a cane carved from ivory in his hand, showing his elegant gentlemanly demeanor.

On the long sofa on the other side, a young woman in denim bib pants sits.

Weighing more than three hundred pounds, he is almost as fat as a ball of meat.

The sofa that can accommodate three people sitting side by side is crammed to the brim by herself

The sofa cushions seemed to be crushed by the huge fat buttocks, and the springs made an overwhelming creaking sound from time to time.

The round and fleshy face, with fair and tender skin, is set off by the short black ear-length hair, which looks like glutinous rice dumplings with sesame filling.

The big watery eyes are charming and charming.

The fat girl pulled out a lollipop from the front pocket of her bib pants.

Tear off the wrapper, suck it in your mouth with relish, and listen to Alan chatting with the nurse through the monitor.

"This kid doesn't seem to be lying, he really doesn't know that the whole world has changed over the years that he has been asleep."

The fat girl said with a lollipop in her mouth.

The old gentleman was noncommittal about her judgment.

Standing up with his cane, he said to her, "Margaret, come with me to the ward to visit Dr. Allen and have a chat." ”

"Dad, you don't seem to be going to put him back in hibernation?"

Margaret was fat, but she was unusually agile, bounced off the sofa lightly, like a nimble fat cat.

"Don't forget, this person's blood, which provides the cancerous antigen of the titan cells, is the company's most valuable asset."

"There are still one hundred and forty-three valuable assets like him, and he is not indispensable."

The old gentleman replied lightly.

"I'm more interested in his sudden awakening than in his blood, and maybe he can bring me new inspiration for scientific research."

The old man pushed open the door and walked into the ward.

Margaret followed, stunned by the overly narrow door frame.

She tried to get in sideways.

However, the excessively plump small belly, as well as the convex and backward boobs and buttocks, once again became an obstacle for Carmen.

"Phew!"

Margaret's face was full of exasperation, and she angrily spit out the candy bar in her mouth, inhaled deeply, and finally squeezed it in.

Alan sat on the hospital bed, observing the two uninvited guests, his face overwhelmed.

The nurse and aunt hurriedly got up, bowed to the father and daughter, and then introduced the identities of the two to Allen.

The old gentleman waved his hand and motioned for her not to talk too much.

Pacing to the hospital bed, he stretched out his hand to Alan.

"Dr. Allen, do you still recognize me?"

Alan hurriedly sat up straight, and shook hands with this graceful old man through white gloves sewn on high-grade silk.

"Are you...... Mr. Director? ”

Alan pretended to be unsure.

The old man smiled and nodded.

"Time flies, and I miss working with you at the Institute."

"I don't dare to say that." Alan looked genuinely afraid, "At that time, you were already a world-class expert, and I was just a small staff member under you...... You look much older than I remember, and your hair is gray. ”

"After all, thirteen years have passed, old age is inevitable, and you are sleeping in the sleep pod, and you still look as young as before, which is really envious of me."

Dr. Solomon sat on the couch next to his hospital bed, sighing leisurely.

Alan nodded, agreeing.

Turning to look at the fat girl, looking up and down.

Margaret was rubbing the sleeves of her shirt that had been shaved by the door frame, and she was very angry in her heart, and she noticed Alan's gaze, and immediately glared back angrily.

"What do you see? Never seen a woman as fat as me? ”

Alan really hasn't seen it......

However, curiosity is curiosity, and etiquette cannot be lost.

"Miss's foundation is good, she must look good when she loses weight."

"Huh! You're a good talker! ”

Margaret scoffed.

Obviously, she was tired of hearing this kind of polite words for a long time.

After a brief conversation, Solomon's father and daughter expressed their intentions.

Intrigued by Alan's sudden awakening, to conduct a thorough examination of him.

In addition to routine procedures such as blood tests, Dr. Solomon also used "mind reading" to check his memory.

Alan pretended to be submissive and passively accepted the mercy of the father and daughter.

Dr. Solomon's "mind reading" has even surpassed Professor Butler's brainwave intensity, and has reached the legendary level.

Allen's "spiritual barrier" blessed in advance can't be stopped!

Fortunately, he has taken back the gluttonous system and strengthened his mental resistance.

With false memories, there is no danger to pass this level.

So far, Alan has initially gained the trust of the father and daughter.

Dr. Solomon personally registered him for a network ID, granted him legal residency in the Metropolitan Refuge, free housing, and carcinogenesis inhibitors.

In return, Allen had to be monitored by the network in real time.

Alan has no objection to this.

Anyway, he has a way to evade surveillance, and the important thing is to get permission to link to the "Solomon Network", so as to get the opportunity to explore the deep architecture of the network.

"Dr. Allen, the next thing we have to do is rate your superpowers, which will determine what class you are in the Vault and what privileges you have." Dr. Solomon said solemnly.

"If you don't have any superpowers other than telepathy, then unfortunately, the only benefits you can enjoy are free housing and cancer suppressants."

"On the other hand, if you can show more strength and prove your potential and worth, you will not only enjoy more benefits, but also get a decent job that pays well and allows you to make the most of your talents."

"Mr. Solomon, I see what you mean."

Alan got out of the hospital bed with a little difficulty.

"Ever since I woke up, I've noticed a wonderful change in myself."

"In addition to telepathy, I can also teleport myself to distant distances with my mind."

As he spoke, Alan looked out of the door of the ward, his body slowly dissipating in a circle of silver light.

Solomon and his daughter turned their heads to look out the door at the same time.

Sure enough, I saw a silver halo that appeared out of thin air, converging into Allen's figure, standing in the corridor facing the door.

"Rover?" Margaret looked at her father.

Dr. Solomon nodded slightly.

"Teleportation isn't far enough, but it's a standard ability for the rover."

"Maybe it's because he's too weak." Margaret stroked her bulging cheeks and said, "Eat more of the Titanmon's flesh, as well as the crystal nucleus impact, and when he gets stronger, he will definitely be able to teleport to a longer distance." ”

"The key is whether you can teleport or not, it doesn't matter how far you go." Dr. Solomon smiled indifferently, "Anyway, the rover can use the Titan network to assist teleportation, and whether or not they can teleport to a certain place depends only on whether the location is in the network service area. ”

Margaery nodded in agreement.

Alan returned to the ward and said to the father and daughter with a little uneasiness:

"Director, miss, I seem to have a superpower besides teleportation...... But the use is not skillful enough. ”

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(End of chapter)