In the dim, narrow attic.
A young man with dark hair and pupils is carrying a bottle in his hand for psychological construction.
Then he reluctantly unscrewed the bottle cap, stuck out his tongue and licked the milk clockwise.
When there was not a drop left, he immediately collapsed on the bed, as if it was not clean.
[Zu Shi Drinks Milk+1]
[Zu Shi Drinks Milk+1]
[Play successfully - gain physical strength!]
[Capacity unlocking progress: 6%]
Russell pretended to squeeze out two tears, then stood forward, feeling the vigorous power in his body, and could not stop smiling on his face.
About three days ago, he crossed the world.
Looking at the posters of Walter Group in the streets, and the infectious smile of the motherland people on the posters, Russell almost came out in the morning.
How can you cross into this fucking world!
In short, this is a world where superpowers and ordinary people coexist.
Most of the superpowers belong to the Walter Group, a shitty stick that crisscrosses the business and political circles.
The only task of these super capable people who are packaged as idols is to maintain urban security and punish evil.
Of course, many people are injured by mistake every day because of their "violent law enforcement". However, Walter PR and the media colluded with each other to create a "hero" that is popular with the public while taking the opportunity to amass money crazily.
This is a chaotic world with no moral bottom line, which is very unfriendly to ordinary people.
Not to mention the mysterious "transparent man" of the god of war in the toilet, not to mention the "locomotive" of randomly sacrificing passers-by, that is, the gang weapon fights that take place at a fixed time in the block every day are enough for him to drink a pot.
Russell doesn't want to be taken out of a pistol by some drug addict just as he wears more and more.
However, when he carefully considered giving himself a stick, threatening the main god space in his fantasy, and quickly changing to a Nissan world that can eat three meals a day, a panel suddenly appeared in front of him.
[Principle of Play]
[Please select the object you want to imitate]
How to play? What is that?
Russell tried to shout twice, but this thing didn't respond.
When he started to study on his own, a sound burst suddenly sounded in the sky, and a red and blue figure flashed past, which made him break into a cold sweat:
"That was a native just now?!"
The violent air waves raised above can be felt even when far away from the ground.
Some passers-by in the street who saw this were very excited and screamed in the direction of the departure of the motherland.
[Confirming, imitated by: The Homelander]
[Opening personal panel]
With his envious eyes back, Russell noticed the change of the panel.
[Name: Russell]
[Played by: Chinese __ Current progress 0%]
[Acquirable capability_ thermal ray * small biological magnetic field * extraordinary body * perspective eye * super hearing * a confident smile]
Russell was stunned at first, then felt his chin and read these lines carefully several times.
"It's not fake," he reached out and tried to touch. "Maybe only I can see it."
If the above is true, then as long as he imitates his motherland, he will be able to obtain the corresponding ability.
Russell's eyes brightened, which was great news. At least his life was guaranteed.
Just when he was imagining that he would do whatever he wanted, a question suddenly appeared.
What does acting mean?
Russell blinked, then looked around. After confirming that no one found him, he went to the corner and whispered:
“I‘m The Homelander.’”
After seeing no response, I felt ashamed to raise my voice:
“I‘m The Homelander！”
Russell repeated several times, but the panel still did not respond.
This made him panic. The panel won't jam, will it? So unreliable?
Russell didn't believe in evil, so he hurried to the convenience store downstairs of the rental house. He spent the last hundred dollars in his pocket to buy a Chinese cos suit, and then returned to the public toilet of the rental house. He was too busy to change his clothes.
Looking at himself in the mirror in his cheap tights, he took a deep breath, dipped some water and lifted the bangs up.
“I am The Homelander！”
He shouted solemnly.
"F * * k, those two pens yelled outside the toilet. They finally got out and retracted. Did you get into shit!!"
Russell blushed and ran to the attic where he lived.
When the door was closed, he lay back in the single bed that could not rest his feet, and felt his nose a little embarrassed.
"This broken system is irrelevant."
He muttered to himself.
But how to play it?
Russell felt a headache when he touched his eyebrows.
It's not easy to have a "Crosser" benefit, but it can't be used without a novice explanation.
He sighed, changed his position and continued to lie on the bed.
Play, play... What exactly is a play?
Is it really necessary for him to fly in the sky with red eyes to play the role of a native?
I'm afraid it's not difficult for him. If he has this ability, why should he imitate his motherland?
Russell was depressed. He had to face the problem of chicken or egg before he passed through.
At the moment, he was lying on the bed and lost his mind. Because the bed was too small, he could only show an extremely awkward posture, which looked funny with the cheap tights.
"Is it hair? I have to dye a golden hair like my motherland, so I have to go for cosmetic surgery. After all, people are different."
Russell thought in a low voice, but the more he said, the more desperate he became.
"No!"
His eyes flashed and something suddenly occurred to him.
"Why do we have to imitate from the appearance? It is clear that the most impressive thing for the motherland people is not their appearance!"
Russell had a flash of inspiration and opened his mind.
"People from our motherland have a lot of fame, such as..."
At this point, his face froze and he doubted life: "I won't be allowed to drink that stuff..."
In the original work, because of the lack of maternal love since childhood, the motherland people have psychological problems when they grow up.
Corresponding to the reality, they are extremely eager for "dairy products" and have strange feelings for their boss Madeleine.
Wait, wait, calm down, Russell!
The motherland people are abnormal, which doesn't mean you are abnormal, at least you can't act like a abnormal.
But when he recalled the figure passing by in the air, Russell began to tangle again.
That's flying. For hundreds of years, human beings have tried and frustrated their dreams. Although modern technology has achieved this goal, how can machines fly freely in the sky?
Which man hasn't had a heroic dream when he was a child?
……
……
After accidentally breaking the door handle with his bare hands, Russell calmed down a little.
Wipe the milk stains left on his mouth, and he gently put his buttocks on the stool beside.
Bang——
Very good. In the compensation details submitted to the landlord later, another chair was added.
