On the rooftop of the Three-Winged Building, Heisenberg's eyelids fluttered twice.
He had taken a nap, and by the time he woke up, the sunlight had vanished.
Out of habit, he raised his left hand, intending to check the time.
Well…
He didn't have a watch.
But he had a way.
"System, how much Origin Substance do I have now?"
"In your previous falls, you injured over seven citizens of the Marvel Universe. Your subsequent Destructive Punch and Heat Vision caused over 800 New Yorkers to relocate.
In total, you've slightly altered the fates of 7,626 people.
Only changes of slight or greater magnitude to an individual's fate allow you to harvest Origin Substance more easily.
Therefore, you've harvested 7.626 units of Origin Substance."
Well…
Heisenberg rubbed his head.
When he felt like he hadn't done anything, he'd actually influenced the fates of over 7,000 people?
Had his punch caused a minor earthquake, and his Heat Vision nearly breached the atmosphere, driving over 800 people to leave New York?
Would they miss out on some kind of destiny after moving away?
The new jobs they found elsewhere might have been the only livelihood for someone else.
Would someone miss an opportunity to become rich because a new resident moved into the city?
And what about their future lovers—might they have been meant for someone else in another city?
Uh…
Put that way, it's actually pretty thrilling.
Anyway, if you say life is like a game of chess, that's utterly unreasonable.
Three moves ahead? Even thirty thousand moves ahead?
It's impossible to calculate.
Life is more like the roads in Chongqing.
Even with navigation, you can't be sure which turn to take…
Miss one U-turn or one intersection, and your entire journey might never reach its destination…
And then, where will you stop?
Lost in thoughts about fate, Heisenberg opened his eyes, gazing at the moonlight and the constellations crystal clear in his vision.
If I weren't a Kryptonian but just an ordinary wage slave…
Even if I jumped off this Three-Winged Building, I couldn't influence the fate of any New Yorker, right…
After sighing, Heisenberg raised his left hand to his chest.
Staring at his empty wrist, he muttered in his mind,
"Give me a watch, the H. Moser & Cie VANTABLACK concept watch I wore in my past life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the system responded instantly.
"Origin Task initiated: Target—H. Moser & Cie VANTABLACK…
Requires 3.626 units of Origin Substance. Confirm expenditure?"
"Confirm!"
In an instant, golden hands and a watch face so black it was nearly invisible materialized on Heisenberg's wrist.
He examined it carefully, unable to tell it was created by the system.
Wait, no!
Heisenberg suddenly noticed something—the strap below the watch had a tiny tear!
This…!
It was actually the same watch he'd worn before!
He thought the system would create a new one, but it had strictly followed his request and delivered the very watch he'd worn.
At that moment, the system provided further explanation.
"Origin Task completed. 3.626 units of Origin Substance expended, primarily to support the watch's traversal across the multiverse."
"OK, let me set up a few more tasks. First, tell me how much Origin Substance is needed to eliminate the genetic weaknesses of Kryptonians to Kryptonite?"
"Origin Task established. Eliminating Kryptonian genetic weaknesses requires 17,400 units of Origin Substance."
"What about eliminating my specific genetic weakness to Kryptonite?"
"As an ancient Kryptonian, your genes are more active than those of ordinary Kryptonians. Eliminating the weakness requires an additional 24,400 units of Origin Substance."
"Let me rephrase: How much to turn me into a vampire?"
"Replacing the host's lineage with that of the Original Vampire will return 8,420,000 units of Origin Substance to you."
"Wait!"
Heisenberg was stunned.
"How can it give me back Origin Substance?"
"Compared to the vampire lineage you requested, your Ancient Kryptonian Elder Leader lineage is far more precious. You should receive this compensation."
After the system's explanation, Heisenberg almost rolled his eyes.
Look at what true user-friendliness is.
This is true user-friendliness.
With a refund for the difference!
Excited, Heisenberg said to the system,
"Let me try another one. How much Origin Substance to bring Audrey Hepburn from Roman Holiday to me?"
"Transporting Audrey Hepburn from the Roman Holiday timeline to Earth-19999 requires 163 units of Origin Substance."
In an instant, Heisenberg fell silent…
This system… it can actually fulfill most of your wishes!
Heisenberg was instantly motivated. For enough Origin Substance to realize his various wishes, he'd work himself to death in the Marvel Universe without a single complaint.
For now, his goal was clear.
Aside from ensuring enough sunlight exposure, he needed to accumulate at least 163 units…
Cough cough…
Heisenberg shook his head, swiftly banishing the mischievous thoughts.
If he truly liked Audrey Hepburn, he could directly apply to enter the Roman Holiday universe.