[Traveler, we have arrived at a new World.]
[Duration of stay: Ten days.]
[Do you wish to anchor this World?]
[To establish a fixed anchor in this World, 1000 units of Source Power are required.]
[Remaining Source Power: 0 units.]
[Remaining Energy: 0.1 units.]
[Please replenish Energy promptly…]
The warning from the Traveler System forced Emrys to consider replenishing Energy as soon as possible.
"Ten days is a bit too short." He habitually pinched his brow, raised his wrist, and looked at the Traveler System: "What is Source Power? What does 'anchor point' mean? Also, if I replenish Energy, can I extend my stay?"
**Source Power: Exists in lives that are the focus of the World's origin. Their major influences often affect the World's trajectory.**
**Anchored World: After fixing a World anchor, the Traveler can return to the anchored World at any time. Staying does not consume Energy. If carrying multiple people or items, additional Energy will be consumed.**
**Traveler, please replenish Energy promptly. Every 10 units of Energy can extend your stay in this World by 1 day.**
Listening to the Traveler System's explanation, Emrys' tightly furrowed brow relaxed.
Source Power, according to the Traveler's description, should refer to the protagonists, important supporting characters, and villains in the story World.
As for how exactly to obtain it, he would need to explore slowly; there was no rush.
You eat a meal one bite at a time, and you do things one step at a time.
Emrys pinched his brow: "Indeed, the biggest problem now is to replenish Energy as quickly as possible."
He was accustomed to organizing tasks and then handling them according to urgency, a crucial experience he accumulated from slacking off at work in his previous life.
After a quick mental review, Emrys roughly outlined his next plan of action.
First, he must find a way to solve the 'Energy' problem to stay longer.
Only with ample time could he proceed with his subsequent plans, or rather, scheme for what he wanted according to the plot development.
Although he had forgotten most of the plot, Emrys still clearly remembered the general key developments.
The Boys is an anti-superhero theme.
The biggest mastermind in the show, Vought International, is ostensibly a pharmaceutical company, whose main business is managing and operating hundreds of Heroes under its umbrella.
In this world, Heroes are no longer special anomalies but a highly sought-after profession.
Many people awaken superpowers at birth.
The types of superpowers are diverse, and in the show, some even developed astonishingly bizarre applications.
Here, Emrys couldn't help but admire America's X-rated activities, some of which broke human limits; they were truly too free, comparable to the Eldar, making Slaanesh ecstatic.
Back to the main topic.
Those with superpowers underwent layers of selection, eventually becoming a part of Vought.
Like celebrities who are heavily packaged, beautified, and promoted, wearing thick personas to perform in front of the public, thereby helping Vought earn money.
But the truth is, Vought possessed a drug called Compound V, which could stimulate latent human superpowers.
To monopolize more influence, Vought secretly injected this Compound V into babies nationwide, thereby fabricating a large number of 'naturally born' superhumans.
The so-called Heroes are actually man-made products!
Of course, Emrys didn't care whether Heroes were man-made; he only cared about the 'Compound V' in the show!
'I must find a way to get Compound V.'
Emrys secretly clenched his fists; he was determined to get Compound V!
Injecting Compound V would have many side effects, but as a scavenger from the lower hive, he had no choice from the beginning!
Never overestimate the bottom line of scum, and never have expectations for them.
Because he knew very well that scum had no such thing as a 'bottom line'; they would only, like carrion-eating vultures, perch on your corpse to pick your bones and suck out your marrow.
Until the last shred of value was completely squeezed out, and then, like butchering livestock, they would cut off his head and use it as an example to deter other scavengers.
Emrys did not want to die without value, without any dignity, like garbage, forgotten, rotting and stinking.
Compound V was an opportunity!
He must seize this opportunity and firmly hold his destiny in his own hands!
"Boiiiiiii, I'm coming!"
Emrys, full of confidence, stepped out of the alley with his head held high.
Excellent!
A bright future was beckoning to him!
This step, though a small step for him personally, was a giant leap for the entire Warhammer Universe!
However, just as he stepped out of the alley, a hard object was pressed directly against Emrys' waist from behind.
Judging by the feel, it should be a gun.
Fortunately, it wasn't anything else. Emrys inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't expect to encounter America's traditional culture right after arriving; he was truly somewhat lucky.
"Stop right there, kid! If you don't want to die, don't move!"
The person holding the gun to his lower back was clearly agitated, growling hoarsely: "You think I'm joking n*gga!? Hand over all your valuables!"
Robbery?!
Emrys was speechless. Honestly, did he look like he had money?
A scavenger from the lower hive, aside from these clothes that were barely better than rags, the most valuable thing on him was probably his face.
His facial features were distinct, his eyes and brows delicate, and his nose bridge straight. Although long-term malnutrition made him look somewhat pale, there was a sickly beauty to him.
If he were cleaned up, he would definitely be considered a handsome young man.
Though not as good as Henry Cavill, he would not be inferior in the male model circle.
Heaven knew why a scavenger from the lower hive would have such an excellent appearance; it could probably only be attributed to his mother, who died of illness when he was very young.
"Bruh, do I… look like I have money? I should be robbing you!"
Emrys twitched his mouth, saying with exasperation.
The man then carefully scrutinized the not-tall Emrys in front of him.
His clothes were so tattered that even a homeless person probably wouldn't bother picking them up if they were thrown away. His hair was all matted together, as if it hadn't been washed in years, and he exuded a pungent, rotten smell.
"Shit, another poor bastard!"
The man seemed very angry, but then suddenly fell silent, staring intently at Emrys's face.
Emrys could swear he had never seen such a lewd, greasy gaze in his life, as if he was about to be stripped bare.
"Heh heh, no valuables? Then you can use your body to pay the debt."
The man had a lewd expression on his face, clearly, he had been in a prison before, then poked the young man's waist with the gun barrel, chuckling: "Kid, you don't wanna die, do ya? Let me see dat ass!"
Oh, damn it.
Emperor above, what blasphemy is this!
But then he thought, this is America, so it's fine to be gay...sometimes.
Emrys's face twitched, suppressing his disgust, but still feigning weakness, his voice somewhat stiff: "You… you're not afraid of the police?"
"Police? Hahahahaha! Fuck the police man!"
The man seemed to have heard a joke, becoming even more unrestrained, even arrogantly saying: "Kid, the Police don't care about this kind of thing, and there are no surveillance cameras here, got it? "
'No Police? No surveillance? Oh, then it's fine, I acted for nothing.'
"Oh, in that case, I'm relieved."
Suddenly, Emrys, who had just exuded a gentle demeanor, became somewhat cold.
Looking at the young man, whose temperament and eyes seemed to have changed completely, the man's forehead involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat, and he felt a vague sense of unease.
But the Smith & Wesson MP9 pistol in his hand gave the man courage again.
What was there to be afraid of?
He had a gun; could this scrawny kid really take him out in a second?
His expression became much more ferocious, and he licked his lips: "Kid, stop trying to scare me. If you don't want to die, then you better let me smash!"
"Get on your knees, and then…"
Just as man's mind was filled with lewd thoughts,
Emrys suddenly elbowed backward, his power-packed elbow striking the man directly in the abdomen.
Suddenly hit hard, the man didn't react at all; stomach acid immediately surged up. Then Emrys twisted his waist and hips, pushing off the ground, bringing his knee up while simultaneously grabbing the man's hair with both hands and pulling down forcefully.
Bang!
The fragile bridge of his nose crashed into the hard knee.
Tears, snot, and blood immediately mixed together and spurted out. The intense pain made the man let out a scream, cursing wildly:
"Motherfucker, I'm going to kill you, you stinking brat!"
However, before he could finish speaking, a dark gun barrel was directly shoved into his mouth.
The old-fashioned laser gun he'd scrounged had aiming problems.
But… he'd shoved it into someone's mouth; no matter how off the aim was, it couldn't possibly miss, right?
"Mmm! Mmm!"
The man's eyes widened, filled with terror: "Don't… kill me man…Please I'm sorry"
He had never expected that a seemingly frail young man could unleash such agile movements.
Emrys shoved the barrel of the old-fashioned laser gun directly into the man's throat, a smile on his face: "I still liked your arrogant look from before. Please revert to that."
No one who grew up in the lower hive was an easy target.
Fighting and brawling were child's play; even the lowest-tier scavengers in the lower hive had a few lives on their hands. Emrys's predecessor was naturally no exception.
No matter how free America was, compared to the chaos of the lower hive, the difference was at least a hundred thousand miles, hmm maybe even a million.
"Please… spare me bro…You can keep my gun!"
The man begged in terror: "I was wrong, I swear to God, I won't dare to do it again! I didn't mean to crack random teenagers in alleyways! Please!"
Then the man got angry: "You can't kill me! You'll get in trouble! And my gang will come take revenge!"
Emrys bared his teeth in a grin and said in a very gentle voice: "It's okay, I'm not one to hold grudges. Just be more careful in your next life."
Bang!
The trigger was pulled.
A pale blue laser beam directly pierced through the man's head.
A sinful life ended.
Of course, he preferred to call it… purification.
Pulling out the old-fashioned laser gun, Emrys said indifferently: "Sorry, I only believe in the God-Emperor. What is God?"
Then, without any guilt or reaction, he squatted down and searched the man's body.
"Loot is loot." Emrys shrugged.
A few loose bills, emanating the scent of money, intoxicated Emrys.
America! Fuck yeah!
Getting free cash from random strangers yeah!
From the moment Emrys stepped out of the alley, he encountered three robbery attempts in less than two hundred meters.
'God damn it! Is this Chicago?!'
Almost every turn brought another robbery.
Even the farts they let out seemed like copy-pasted lines, transitioning seamlessly from robbery to sexual assault.
Should he say that his face just looked easy to rob?
As for the result, Emrys naturally stripped them bare, confiscating everything he could.
What? Robbers?
These were clearly good brothers who poured out their hearts and souls! And their wallets!
"The God-Emperor accepts your donation!"
At least, in the eyes of Emrys, a lower hive scav, these robbers were as kind as Angels compared to the scum in the hive city.
In just one short street, Emrys successfully acquired hundreds of U.S. dollars in cash, a U.S.-made Smith & Wesson MP9 pistol, a clean but ill-fitting set of clothes, and a fine tactical dagger from the robbers, a specialty of America.
Emperor bless!
Emrys, laden with his spoils, silently performed an Aquila salute in his heart.
Thanks to the gifts from America, he finally didn't have to wear that tattered outfit that either exposed his top or his bottom.
As for those who intended to rob him, Emrys naturally sent each of them to repent before God with a single bullet.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Looking at the person lying in a pool of blood, Emrys felt no psychological burden.
Scum should be dealt with in a way appropriate for scum.
For example, with a bullet.
He wasn't Batman, nor was he a hero bursting with a sense of justice; he didn't have time to discuss human rights and laws with criminals.
Blowing away the smoke from the muzzle, Emrys calmly departed.
As dusk fell, the entire street was enveloped in neon lights, and people bustled about.
Emrys, clutching his 'fortune' of several hundred U.S. dollars, scanned the shops on both sides of the street, his gaze finally settling on a fast-food restaurant.
'Nothing beats KFC, compared to nutrient paste, it's 5 stars michelin.'
Then, he rushed straight into the fast-food restaurant without hesitation. Seeing the various burgers depicted on the sign, his mouth salivated wildly, and his appetite temporarily took over.
Never mind any goals; what he craved most right now was a good meal!
Having finally escaped the bitter sea of warhammer, though he had to add the words 'for now,' it didn't stop him from reliving the delicacies in his memory!
Under the somewhat surprised gaze of the staff, Emrys raised twomfingers: "Two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s aaaaaaaaaand a large soda please, thank you."
"Sir, are you sure you want to order this much?"
The staff member looked at the somewhat thin Emrys in front of the counter and said: "Our number 9 Combo Meal includes 14 Pieces of Original Recipe Chicken, 8 Hot Wings, 8 Mini Fillets, 1 Large Popcorn Chicken, 6 Regular Fries and 2 Large Sides. A normal adult can only eat one serving. This might be too much; you might not be able to finish them."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Emrys hesitated for a moment.
Just as the staff member thought he was going to give up, Emrys unexpectedly shook his head and said: "These servings might not be enough. Please give me five more number 9 Combo Meals."
'Bitch you want a tip or not?! ANDALE!' Emrys thought.
The staff member twitched his lips; had he just spoken for nothing?
But the customer was always right. If he insisted on ordering that much, what could he do? So he nodded, took the money, and said: "I hope you won't waste it sir."
******
The moment he bit down on his burger, a complex flavor filled his mouth.
"Here... we see a truly extraordinary specimen. Notice the soft, pillowy mound of the buttered bun... and nestled within, a dollop of nectar-like honey mustard. There is a sharp, percussive snap... from the acidic pickle... and the vibrant, fleshy red of the tomato.
But the true prize... the heart of this magnificent arrangement... is the golden-brown chicken breast. It is, quite simply, a masterpiece of deep-fried evolution. For young Emrys, this is more than mere sustenance. In this most unforgiving of urban wastelands... he has found, at last... a reason... to survive."
— Sir David Attenborough
This was what humans should eat!
What kind of nutritional porridge? Even dogs wouldn't eat it!
Nutritional porridge was good, good because… it was nutritious.
Well, to be honest, if given a choice, Emrys would rather eat British food, even Indian street food… oh, never mind that, that would really kill someone.
But he wanted to eat something that humans ate for once.
After devouring 8 beef burgers, 6 servings of fries, four cokes, and 30 fried chicken nuggets in one go, Emrys rubbed his bulging stomach, then wiped his mouth contentedly.
'Guess I'll take the rest home.'
Just then, a news report suddenly played on the TV in the fast-food restaurant.
The Seven's Lamplighter would officially retire tomorrow, and a retirement ceremony would be held.
"Good, it's at the beginning of the plot."
Looking at The Seven in the video, Emrys could finally confirm the current plot point.
Lamplighter's retirement meant the plot had just begun.
A-Train, in a drug-induced, out-of-control state, accidentally crashed into Hughie's girlfriend, and this incident served as the fuse, triggering a series of subsequent events.
Of course, Emrys didn't care about Hughie, nor would he criticize A-Train; he didn't have that much free time.
What truly mattered to him was… A-Train's girlfriend, Popclaw!
In fact, Popclaw was an insignificant minor character in the plot, barely appearing a few times.
But the reason she was remembered by Emrys, and even left a deep impression on him, stemmed from a rather 'explosive' plotline.
And pay attention, it was literally 'explosive'.
High on drugs, Popclaw, in an act of revenge against A-Train, seduced a normal person's landlord into an affair.
Then, at the peak of their 'high,' she sat on the landlord's face and, using her powerful glutes and thigh muscles, crushed his head!
That scene truly left Emrys with a vivid memory, forcing him to sincerely exclaim, "America sure knows how to have fun!"
Of course, the aforementioned plot, in terms of its perversity, wouldn't even rank in the top ten of the entire series.
This just goes to show how chaotic this World truly is; Slaanesh would be ecstatic.
Emrys silently made the Aquila sign across his chest.
He secretly thanked his lucky stars that there were no Inquisition fanatics around, otherwise they would most likely sign an Exterminatus order without hesitation, turning the entire world into glass.
"Phew, thankfully it's still early in the plot."
Emrys pinched the bridge of his nose, quickly simulating his next plan in his mind: "This is the only opportunity in the early stages to get Compound V."
Vought Group's management of 'Compound V' is very strict; although its locations appeared a few times in the plot, they were all secret laboratories.
Firstly, he had no idea where the secret laboratories were; secondly, even if he did know the locations, with Vought Company's security, it would be very difficult for him to break in and steal Compound V.
But where there's a will, there's a way, and Popclaw is the breakthrough!
This brings us to Popclaw's identity; she is A-Train's underground girlfriend, and their relationship has not been made public.
And A-Train, a member of The Seven heavily promoted by Vought Group, has many opportunities to access Compound V.
To monopolize the title of the fastest speedster and the World record, A-Train secretly hid a portion of Compound V in Popclaw's apartment, unbeknownst to Vought Company.
Although Emrys was well aware that those batches of Compound V were temporary agents, only granting superpowers for 24 hours.
And as the number of injections increased, it would cause severe damage to the human body, but he still didn't plan to give up this opportunity.
But plans are one thing, and Emrys quickly discovered a problem.
He didn't have any identification, essentially making him an undocumented person, so trying to find Popclaw's apartment was incredibly difficult.
After a few seconds of brief thought, Emrys set his sights on the main characters.
"Butcher is a very good entry point."
Swallowing the last sip of cola, Emrys left the fast-food restaurant.
He already had a complete process in his mind; next, he needed to solve the undocumented problem first, and then find the main characters.
Finding a few specific target individuals in a modern city with a population approaching ten million is as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
But this is America.
There's no problem that money can't solve.
If there is, it just means not enough money was offered!
Emrys's method was simple: first, borrow money from the gangs; second, have the gang find the people.
Although the gangs were poor, there were a lot of them!
As long as he ventured into the slums, gangsters would continuously respawn, much like goblin tribes outside a starter village.
After experiencing the warm and hospitable tradition of America, Emrys, clutching a large sum of several thousand U.S. dollars, politely left the 'starter village' with the 'reluctant' farewells of the gangster.
As for why he could be so brazen and not be sanctioned by the Heroes, Emrys could only say that you don't understand America.
Heroes wouldn't protect the poor; they'd rather take on a couple of endorsements with that free time.
As for implementing the second step, that was even simpler.
Most gangsters, though they look fierce, are actually the biggest bullies who pick on the weak and fear the strong.
Emrys didn't understand many things, but he understood scum.
In fact, after he, with his deflection field, shot down a dozen or so guys who didn't know their place, the entire gang obediently surrendered.
They believed Emrys was a supe, otherwise, there was no explanation for why bullets would automatically deflect when they hit him.
No one wants to die, and scum often fear death even more!
Thus, after Emrys scattered money and shot a few pieces of scum, the gang operated with unprecedented efficiency, and in just one morning, they found the target individuals.
It proves that when people are desperate, they can achieve anything except solve math problems.
Based on the investigated address, Emrys drove there alone.
To his surprise, as soon as he arrived at the front of the store where Hughie Campbell worked, he saw two people inside, seemingly high, wildly punching at an empty space.
"Yo, good luck, I actually stumbled right into the plot."
Emrys was a little surprised; he had arrived at just the right time.
In this part of the plot, Butcher manipulates Hughie into planting listening devices at Vought Group, but Invisible Man discovers them and follows them, resulting in a fight.
But Hughie is just an ordinary office worker, with almost zero combat power, and was knocked down in an instant.
Although Butcher had some boxing skills, he was still fundamentally human; he could initially go back and forth with Invisible Man, but quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Emrys sat in the car, having no intention of helping, unhurriedly pulled out his phone, aimed the camera at the store, and started recording a video.
Soon, Butcher was knocked to the ground by Invisible Man, and just as he was on the verge of death, Hughie, who was nearby, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and used a torn electrical wire to directly electrocute Invisible Man unconscious.
The two sat on the ground, panting, looking with lingering fear at the Invisible Man, who had become visible after being electrocuted unconscious.
"It's my turn to make an entrance."
Seeing the fight end, Emrys knew his opportunity had arrived, so he leisurely and unhurriedly got out of the car.
Butcher and Hughie inside the store, still shaken, suddenly heard the door open.
"Ah!"
Hughie, who already had a guilty conscience, screamed in fright.
You see, they had just electrocuted Invisible Man unconscious, and he was a star Hero of Vought Group; if they were discovered, they would be finished!
Butcher, however, was very calm, looking immediately at the uninvited guest who had entered.
He initially thought it was someone sent by Vought Group, but unexpectedly, it was a seemingly delicate and slender young man.
"Good evening, gentlemen."
Under their nervous gazes, Emrys calmly said, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emrys, and I hope I haven't disturbed your enjoyment."
"Wh-what do we do? We've been seen!" Hughie was already scared stiff, only able to look helplessly at Butcher.
Butcher ignored Hughie; he was equally nervous, sweat beading on his forehead, staring vigilantly at Emrys: "Are you from Vought? Or the CIA?"
"No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary person."
Emrys ignored the electrocuted Invisible Man, his leather shoes crunching on the scattered glass shards as he slowly walked in front of Butcher: "Billy Butcher, I don't care what you two have done. I just hope to make a deal with you, a deal that will benefit both of us."
"I never make deals with anyone, let alone someone of unknown origin."
Butcher sneered, a hint of disdain on his stubbled face, and rejected the proposal without hesitation.
"Oh, that's truly a pity."
Emrys showed a look of regret, appearing somewhat disappointed, and sighed helplessly: "I thought you loved your wife very much, but now it seems that's not the case."
"Rebecca? You know where Rebecca is?!"
Upon hearing news of his wife, Butcher immediately couldn't sit still.
Good, he's hooked.
Looking at Butcher's excited reaction, Emrys knew the deal was done!
"No need to rush, Butcher."
He smiled calmly, saying unhurriedly: "Please calm down first, then find a safer place, and we can all sit down and talk, how about that?"