DC Apostle in the Marvel Universe

Dionesium, a green liquid metal from the DC Multiverse that possesses a supernatural ability for regeneration and rejuvenation.

The exact origin of Dionesium is lost to history, but its presence can be traced in numerous mythological tales. Even Earth's self-healing capabilities are said to stem from this mysterious substance.

In DC comics, several individuals have obtained the 'Dionesium Factor' to varying degrees. Among the most famous are Vandal Savage, the Clown Prince of Crime... the Joker, and Ra's al Ghul, the Demon's Head.

The legendary Fountain of Youth, that is, the Lazarus Pit, is essentially a diluted version of Dionesium.

The 'Dionesium Factor' only activates to repair its host when they sustain damage. At all other times, it remains dormant and undetectable by any means.

What Russell has just obtained is the purest form of the 'Dionesium Factor'.

At this moment, Russell was completely unaware of all this. His mind was entirely consumed by pain.

He had no knowledge of the System's activation, the Gacha draw, or the reward he had received.

However, Russell's ignorance did not hinder the 'Dionesium Factor' from taking effect.

Sensing that its host was on the verge of death, the 'Dionesium Factor' began to work its magic.

On Hydra's monitoring equipment, Russell's body suddenly exhibited an inexplicable self-repair mechanism. The abnormal reactions caused by the Abomination Serum were rapidly being corrected.

Before Hydra's scientists and medical staff could react, the 'Dionesium Factor' had already completed its task, reverting to its dormant state and vanishing without a trace.

The appearance and regeneration process of the 'Dionesium Factor' lasted only a brief two to three seconds.

This fleeting moment left not only Hydra's personnel stunned, but also Russell himself in complete bewilderment.

Two to three seconds ago, he had been in excruciating pain.

But in the blink of an eye, that pain had vanished entirely, as if it had all been an illusion.

However, Russell knew that his earlier experiences were not hallucinations. He could now feel the tremendous changes in his body.

Although he hadn't turned big and greenish like the real Abomination, he could still sense the immense power coursing through him.

With a slight flex of his hand, the metal restraints that had tightly bound him were torn apart as if they were made of paper.

"What on earth just happened?"

Sitting on the operating table, Russell examined his hands in confusion, then glanced at the metal restraints on the table.

[Host has overcome critical danger]

[Reward fully integrated...]

[System entering hibernation mode...]

When the mechanical voice of the system echoed in his mind once more, Russell finally recalled something...

As the creator of the 'DC Apostle' game, he was well aware of what kind of game he had made.

However, what he never expected is that this homemade game would cross over with him and completely merge with his being as his golden finger.

'Open the status panel.'

Russell silently commanded, and a three-dimensional status panel materialized in his mind.

<< Status Panel >>

- Host: Russell

- Race: Human

- Superhuman Abilities: Abomination Strength, Dionesium Factor

- Strength: B

- Speed: C

- Constitution: B

- Mental: C

- Energy Emission: D

- Combat Skill: D

- Overall Combat Power: C+

After briefly scanning the status panel, Russell clicked on the detailed descriptions of Abomination Strength and 'Dionesium Factor'.

<< Abomination Strength: Based on the Abomination Serum, combined with Hydra's enhancement serums and the regenerative abilities of the Dionesium Factor, this superhuman ability significantly enhances the host's strength and constitution.

Note; It does not allow for a transformation like the Abomination >>

<< Dionesium Factor: An essence from a green liquid metal with powerful regenerative abilities.

Note; This is the host's first Apostle reward >>

After reading the descriptions, Russell finally understood what had happened to him.

Before he could do anything else, a group of Hydra soldiers in black combat uniforms stormed into the operating room, their guns trained squarely on him.

Looking at the Hydra soldiers before him, Russell had no doubt that they would open fire at the slightest provocation.

But right now, Russell almost wished they would.

After reviewing his status panel, Russell had a rough idea of his physical capabilities.

For starters, a Constitution rating of 'B' was enough to make him impervious to ordinary firearms.

Of course, this was assuming the system's evaluation was accurate.

According to Russell's original game design, the average human's physical attributes were rated at D-level.

Someone with a B-level Constitution could be considered a human tank, perhaps even more resilient than an actual tank.

As long as the Hydra soldiers were not carrying high-caliber anti-materiel rifles, Russell wasn't too worried.

Even if the system's rating standards differed slightly from his original design, he still had the 'Dionesium Factor' to fall back on.

With this confidence, Russell decided to take a bold step, partly to vent his frustration.

He had nearly died just a moment after transmigrating, treated like a lab rat with no dignity.

"I don't go looking for trouble, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of it..."

Besides, Russell was no longer the powerless programmer he once was.

Without hesitation, Russell glanced at the Hydra soldiers and planned to leap off the operating table in a cool, dramatic fashion. However, reality did not match his expectations.

With a sudden jump, Russell slammed into the operating room's ceiling, creating a hole and getting himself stuck.

This unexpected move not only surprised Russell, but also startled the Hydra soldiers, who immediately opened fire.

*Rat-tat-tat…*

The sharp sound of gunfire filled the room as bullets flew straight toward Russell, who was now dangling from the ceiling like a chandelier.

After emptying entire magazines, the soldiers finally stopped shooting.

The operating room was now in complete disarray, riddled with bullet holes and scattered shell casings.

Russell, who had since freed himself from the ceiling, raised his arms to shield his face, allowing the bullets to strike his body.

And as Russell had surmised, his B-level Constitution made him impervious to ordinary firearms.

The bullets could not penetrate his skin. The sensation was akin to someone poking him repeatedly with their fingers.

Poking someone with a finger might hurt, but it certainly wouldn't kill them...