Chapter: Nazi concentration camps
In the prison of the dark tide hi, a dozen teenagers were crowded in densely. Sadness, despair, and the fear of death made this prison a deadly silence.
Outside the prison, artillery roared and machine guns fired. Various fighters and bombers roared through the sky.
Every second, people are dying, stumps and broken arms flying around, blood spilling over the earth, this is the Second World War, called the twister of war.
In the corner of the prison, a teenager leaning against the corner seemed to fall asleep.
He is dead!
This is a late night. In the dark and silent prison, the vast majority of people are asleep, and no one pays attention to this long-dead boy.
Suddenly, his already stiff body moved, and the young man Smith woke up.
Looking at the surrounding environment, the boy was a little confused. Didn't he sleep in the dormitory? Why did you come here?
Seeing that he had shrunk a lot of hands, there was only one thought in the boy's heart at this moment, and he passed.
Moreover, why is this scene so familiar?
Lifting his eyes and seeing the boy sitting by the window looking up at the stars, the boy's pupils shrank.
This boy, how is it like Magneto when he was a child?
This will not be a Nazi concentration camp, right?
With an uneasy mind, the young man walked up to the young man looking up at the stars and asked, "What is your name?"
"My name is Eric, how about you?" Eric turned his head and looked at the boy.
The boy's face turned pale in an instant, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "My name is Smith."
"Is being implanted, the implant is successful."
Suddenly, there was a soft noise in Smith's ear, which shocked Smith's heart.
"Eric, did you hear anything?" Smith asked.
"Voice, are there any other sounds besides the sound of guns?" Eric shook his head and continued to look up at the sky outside the window.
He raised his head, stared at the small window, and looked at the stars in the night as if he was looking forward to freedom.
Thin and short, the current Magneto is not the most powerful person in the world. He is still a teenager who is immersed in sorrow and fear, looking forward to freedom.
"Ding Dong, the gene collection system has been activated, and the host can collect any gene. This system can strengthen the gene and give it to the host."
Hearing the voice in his mind, Smith was taken aback for a moment, is it gene collection?
Smith looked at Eric, the future Magneto.
In short, just give it a try, if it succeeds, everyone is happy, if it fails, it's nothing.
"Are you afraid?"
Smith asked again at Eric.
"what?!"
Eric turned his head to look at Smith who was sitting next to him, froze for a moment, then lowered his head, hugged his knees, and said: "I...yes, scared, I'm scared! They killed a lot of people! Killed many, many people! I'm scared! I'm separated from my mother. I don't know where she was locked up or if they would kill her. I'm scared!"
Eric's thin body trembled slightly, tears in his eyes falling to the ground.
"Don't be afraid! We will live! We will live!"
Smith patted Eric on the shoulder, then... he pulled a piece of hair from Eric's head and put it into the system resource library.
This is the genetic specimen.
And Eric, who was immersed in grief, did not notice this little movement of Smith.
"Can we... survive?"
Eric raised his head, and there seemed to be another glimmer of hope in his desperate eyes. Even comfort, in this desperate world, can give a glimmer of hope in life.
"Of course, we will survive!" Smith smiled. He has collected Magneto King's genetic samples to strengthen his ability to survive even in the rain of bullets.
"Successfully adopted the genetic sample, the analysis was successful, and the analysis of the magnetic control ability is complete, do you strengthen the magnetic control ability?" The system prompt sounded from his mind.
"Strengthen." Smith was talking with Eric while meditating in his heart.
"Is strengthening, strengthening success. Do you choose integration?"
"Fusion!" Smith decisively chose to fuse. Only when he awakened his ability, could he survive World War II. Otherwise, it would be a dead end.
There was a roar in my mind, a lava-like heat flow erupted in the body, every cell in the body trembled, constantly shattered and reborn.
Sweat like pulp!
With a faint trace of blood, sweat-soaked Hi Smith's clothes.
"What happened to you?"
Seeing Smith sweating all over, or sweating with bloodstains, Eric had a horrified face, and he quickly held Smith in his hand and asked anxiously: "Smith, how are you doing? Does it matter? "
"call..."
Smith tugged at the corner, slowly exhaling, feeling the body as if it were being reborn, and Smith was even more delighted.
"It doesn't matter. I'm fine!"
Turning his head to show a smile on Eric, a mysterious smile appeared on Smith's face: "Eric, I'm awakened!"
(End of this chapter)