It was already evening when Rogers survived the first mutation.

Luke lifted the camp tent and walked in with a bowl of oatmeal with a lot of glucose.

"You woke up? The transformation was successful."

After Rogers opened his eyes and regained consciousness, the first sentence he heard was this.

He stood up with difficulty and left the thickened, reinforced high-back chair.

While rubbing his hands that were streaked, he moved his stiff limbs.

"Are you sure it works? I didn't feel any change."

Rogers, who was wearing only a pair of shorts and was naked, expressed doubts.

He used to receive serum injections, but at least he turned from a small person to a big muscle bully.

It can be said that there have been very intuitive and huge changes from the inside out, which can be seen at a glance.

However, the first mutation of such a painful process seems to have no obvious impact on oneself.

"Stephanie said that if you are still alive, it means the transformation has been successful."

Luke shrugged and handed the bowl of cereal to Rogers, gloating: "Your food for the next few days is aside from the nutrient solution and glucose, so enjoy this period."

"What about you?"

Rogers drank the cereal porridge with a spoon and looked at Luke standing aside.

The latter smacked his mouth and said, "Cheese steak and roast chicken. I rejected Stephanie's invitation to go to British food together, chose a pretty good restaurant, and had supper with Carter."

Rogers, who was holding the cereal porridge, suddenly felt boring. He was not a vegetarian and had no interest in the thick porridge with light taste and glucose.

“Can’t I eat meat?”

Captain America made a request with a serious look on his face.

"How can I make up for my daily consumption by eating this only?"

Luke shook his head and explained, "I'll give you a few bags of nutrient solution later. In about three hours, you'll have to accept another mutation. She's afraid that you'll spit out all the food in your stomach."

"If you want to try other foods, I recommend a famous British dish, looking up at the stars - you will think that glucose cereal porridge is a delicacy."

Hearing Luke say this, Rogers's eyes immediately emerged in his mind.

He shook his head quickly and rejected the seemingly kind-hearted proposal.

That thing is definitely for people to eat, not some kind of thrilling artistic masterpiece?

Rogers drank the bowl of porridge in a few sips and asked again, "Can I take a shower?"

The severe pain of the first mutation made him sweat a lot and almost condensed into salt grains.

"This should be fine. Stephanie just said, don't do intense exercise and eat too much food."

Luke smiled. The feeling of treating Captain America as an experimental mouse seems quite interesting.

"In fact, you are no different from usual. The transformation of 'Worden Blood' requires at least three mutations to see."

Rogers seemed to understand, but he was not a top student like Luke.

The former does not have this talent for learning, while the latter does not use his brain if he can do it - he feels more and more superhuman.

Luke thought silently.

"By the way, is the renovation plan going smoothly?"

Rogers, who ran outside the tent to take a shower, asked loudly.

Because Stephanie thinks that he has the potential of "warship-level" he also has a special tent and does not mingle with those soldiers.

"One hundred and forty-one people were eliminated in the first mutation."

Luke said a specific number and sighed: "Nearly half of them showed repulsion and died. The remaining half still cannot bear the pain and self-harm... In short, it is not optimistic."

This result directly shattered the beautiful ideas that the Allied leaders regarded "Worden's Blood" as an important technology and believed that they could be vigorously promoted.

The extremely low success rate, coupled with the cost of cultivating red crystals, is really a bit unpaid.

You should know that the "tank-level" soldiers can still not match the Bazuka bazooka, or the precise shooting of snipers.

Only by creating "warship-class" soldiers can it be considered a reward for reaping a lot.

This is equivalent to ten consecutive draws. The blue sky and white clouds are losing. When the purple color flashes, the golden light will be considered as a reward.

Those "tank-class" cannot meet the military's ability, but "warship-class" can be used.

But the latter's shipment rate is so low that it is enough to make any European emperor desperate.

"There are two more mutations next. If you succeed, you have the hope of becoming a 'tank-class' soldier."

Luke sat in the tent, and he estimated that the experimental subjects that survived three mutations would be extremely lucky if there were twenty people - but considering that they were all Europeans, miracles might really happen.

As for Rogers?

If he succeeds in twenty-four mutations, it will be a rare card with golden light.

"So, Rogers, you have to come on."

Luke was sarcastic, but he wasn't enduring the pain anyway.

Dr. Zora has been placed in the project team to study "Worden's Blood". Even if it is to undergo transformation, that will be the next thing.

...

...

Three hours later, Rogers accepted the second mutation.

This time, Stephanie adjusted the dose of "Worden's Blood" and doubled the backhand, almost causing Captain America to die on the spot.

Luke watched Rogers, whose skin was red and whose blue veins burst, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "The poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology - after thinking about it, it is more reliable to bring plug-ins."

Taking advantage of the time when his mind was divergent, he summarized the heroes of the Marvel World and found that it was the saltiest fish on the next set. He didn't have to do anything else, just basking in the sun.

When you encounter brain-use trouble, throw it to Batman.

If you encounter something to kill someone, leave it to Wonder Woman.

When encountering a crisis of sacrifice to heaven, send the Flash...

"As a leader, it's the easiest thing to do."

Luke thought half-jokingly.

The second mutation lasted for more than two hours. When the transformation process ended, Rogers leaned on a high-back chair as if he was fished out of the water. The two large chest muscles kept rising and falling, looking across the ridge and peaks, which was a very eye-catching scenery.

"How are you?"

Luke asked, who had not gone to bed and had been staying up all night.

For him, the rest brought by sleep is actually optional.

If you want, it will be fine if you stay up for weeks.

"I think of twenty-two mutations, so I want to hit my head against the wall."

Rogers was weak and had an expression of hopelessness.

The medical community divides pain into many levels, with the lowest being a mosquito bite, and there is almost no feeling.

It is said that the highest is similar to the delivery of pregnant women and cannot bear it at all.

For Captain America, the pain he has suffered may be above it.

Even if the transformation process is not rigorously combined with the delivery of pregnant women, twenty-four times, just thinking about it makes the scalp numb.

"I feel like I'm about to lose my virginity."

Rogers looked at Luke and said hoarsely: "How many people are left this time?"

"Eighty-two people."

Luke brought another bowl of glucose cereal porridge and said with pity: "This is your breakfast."

Outside the tent, the horizon was already white.

At the end of one night, only eighty-two people were able to survive the transformation of "Worden's Blood".

This is still a qualified receptor!

“It’s very difficult to mass produce.”

Luke shook his head.

Thinking of this, Berlin was able to issue three rare "warship-level" cards at one time, which was really full of European energy.

I don’t know if the Allies can create other “warship-class” besides Rogers.

Both Europeans have no reason to have bad luck.

"Brother General Cavill, there's bad news."

Just as Luke's thoughts were ups and downs, Stephanie in a white coat hurriedly walked in.
Chapter completed!