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M: TSIA Chapter 125: S-Cell
🕑 Added 2025-03-21 11:42:54 +0000 UTC"...?"
There was no instant change.
Lance frowned, then read the introduction carefully again.
Ah... it turns out this is not an instant process.
The S cells in Lance's body must first accumulate to a sufficient amount before they can be activated. And to achieve this, Lance needed to maintain calmness and practice diligently.
Lance nodded in understanding.
In the lore of Dragon Ball, most Saiyans cannot transform into Super Saiyans because they have poor temperaments. They are always angry and cannot maintain inner peace, which causes their S cells to remain low and unable to reach the threshold needed for transformation.
However, in this case, Lance had an advantage.
From the beginning, Lance was a calm and rational person. Moreover, the Eastern Magic training that Lance underwent always emphasized balance and tranquility.
This meant that, sooner or later, the S cells in Lance's body would surely develop until they reached their critical threshold.
Now, all Lance needed to do was wait.
However, there was one thing that crossed Lance's mind.
Berserker Staff.
If Lance could obtain it, it would be extremely useful. The staff had the ability to awaken rage and activate hidden potential within the human body—a concept similar to the Super Saiyan transformation.
Lance realized that he needed to find that object as soon as possible.
With that thought, Lance closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, feeling the flow of energy within his body.
Outside, the sky, which had been a sunset orange, slowly turned dark like a black ocean at night.
Lance exited the secret underground room, where he casually walked toward the living room. As Lance's hand reached for the remote to turn on the TV, Vivi appeared from outside, walking with a light yet graceful step.
Without showing any surprise, Lance asked casually, "Is everything done?"
For several hours, they had learned the secrets of Fullbring from the Lord of the White Sky. After that, they returned to New York to help care for the innocent victims. The previous massive fire had caused a lot of destruction. When Dark Young appeared with its evil god aura, countless people were caught up in the chaos. Some were hit, trampled, or fell into the raging flames.
For the White Lantern Ring now possessed by Lance, this was not just a sad sight—but also a tempting source of energy. However, Lance did not stop them from attending to the victims. What surprised him was that the time they needed to complete this task was much longer than Lance had anticipated.
Vivi removed her white uniform with a tired yet elegant motion, then picked up a cup of coffee from the table and sipped it a few times before answering, "There are more than forty people who are seriously injured and still need care. But suddenly I received a notification from the CIA. Their branch in France is having problems, and they want me to leave for Paris today."
As Vivi placed her cup down slowly, her gaze became slightly sharp. "I need to find a reason to go... After all, Christine is becoming more skilled. She can handle the victims without taking too long."
Lance raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised. "That quickly?"
"Yes." Vivi smiled faintly, moved closer, and then kissed Lance's cheek. The warm aroma of coffee mixed with Vivi's faint perfume. As Vivi turned around, she quickly changed her clothes and said, "I've already informed Glenn. He'll be picking me up shortly."
Lance simply nodded. They had parted ways before, and Vivi's departure this time did not weigh heavily on Lance.
"Has SHIELD contacted you?" Lance asked then.
"Of course." Vivi straightened up, brushing her long hair back with a casual motion—an action that inadvertently made her chest sway slightly. A sly smile adorned Vivi's face. "A man named Coulson, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I've dealt with that man before, and it wasn't a pleasant experience."
Vivi chuckled lightly, then added, "They tried to trick me, but I'm not someone who can be easily deceived. Christine might be easier to fool, but she doesn't know much. So if Coulson manages to extract information from Christine, it won't be a big deal."
SHIELD often overlapped with various other agencies, especially the CIA and FBI. Much of their funding even came from those organizations, so competition and tension among them were not unusual.
Lance smiled faintly. "SHIELD is under the Security Council. It's an organization formed by several major countries to deal with individuals with superpowers. Trust me, Coulson is one of the easiest SHIELD agents to talk to. Sooner or later, you'll definitely have to deal with them again."
Vivi snorted lightly. "It depends on how sincere they are. If not, I might just hand everything over to the CIA and make it a profitable experience for myself."
Beep! Beep!
The familiar sound of a horn echoed from outside.
"Glenn has arrived." Vivi glanced at Lance for a moment, then gently touched Lance's face before hurrying away.
Lance watched Vivi get into the car without a hint of worry. With the White Lantern Ring now in Vivi's possession, it was highly unlikely that she would run into any trouble.
As the car drove away, Lance sat back down, staring at the unlit TV screen. His thoughts shifted to SHIELD.
How long would it take them to arrive?
If Director Nick Fury planned to sneak into Lance's house like he did with Tony Stark, emerging from the shadows in his signature style, that trick might impress others. But if Nick tried the same thing on Lance...
Well, that would just make things more interesting.
Considering Nick Fury's character, often referred to as the "old fox," he shouldn't be so clueless. Or... maybe this is part of Nick's game?
Or could it be that Nick sent someone? Perhaps a beautiful agent?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Loud knocks sounded at the door, interrupting Lance's train of thought. He blinked before quickly using his spiritual senses to observe the outside.
Oh my!
Don't tell me Lance's guess was right?
Holding back a curiosity that began to mix with a strange premonition, Lance opened the door. The figure standing before him surprised him slightly.
