Chapter 55 : Mutant Healing Potion!!

In the midst of Carl's concerns, the following three days passed calmly, devoid of any mishaps.

Moreover, the weather was favorable, with the sun shining brightly each day.

Under these circumstances, Carl's strength experienced a significant boost; his physical attributes soared to 2,600, while his mental (psychic) attributes finally approached 1,000.

His grip strength surged to 41 tons, with an even more remarkable growth rate.

At this juncture, Carl no longer required any augmentation of his abilities. With a single punch, he wielded power close to a hundred tons, effortlessly capable of toppling a large truck with one hand.

"This is the day I've been longing for."

With a sigh, Carl reclined lazily on the table, allowing the sunlight streaming in through the window to envelop his body, relishing in the comfort of his newfound strength.

At the lectern, the Mutant teacher from the Mediterranean was expounding upon the principles of physics.

Below, over a dozen Mutant students sat quietly in a relaxed atmosphere.

Despite Carl's capability to single-handedly lift a hundred tons, he dutifully remained seated in the classroom.

Alas, as a fifteen-year-old junior high school student, blending in was imperative to avoid undue attention.

Whenever Carl ruminated on this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of anguish.

If only he were a college student or an adult.

Then, he wouldn't have to bother with subjects he had no interest in, nor aspire to be a scientist.

Bored, Carl retrieved his phone, scrolled through it, and then set it aside, unenthusiastic.

It was only 2006, and smartphones had yet to emerge. The prevalent mobile phones were still equipped with basic features, lacking internet access and advanced functionalities.

As for smartphones, their advent in 2007, along with touch screens and applications, would usher in a new era.

Accustomed to the conveniences of the future mobile information age, the absence of smartphones for video streaming, chatting, boasting, and gaming made Carl's boredom palpable.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson."

As Carl drifted into a drowsy state, the teacher at the lectern finally announced the end of the class, eliciting a cacophony of noise in the classroom.

However, it wasn't the typical post-class commotion of students eager to play. Some Mutant students retrieved comics from their drawers, while others huddled together excitedly discussing something.

A few junior high students approached Carl directly, their voices brimming with excitement.

"Carl, you're incredible! You actually drew such a fantastic cartoon."

"Carl, when will Dragon Ball Volume 6 be released?"

"Carl, why did Lord Oolong's subordinate turn into a cow, because he is also a Mutant?"

"Carl, after collecting seven dragon balls, can you really summon a dragon?"

Carl's head suddenly felt heavy at these questions.

However, facing the enthusiasm of these middle school girls, he couldn't dampen their spirits; he could only offer a smile. "I haven't found the right inspiration yet. When I do, I'll draw it."

"According to the lore, after collecting the Dragon Balls, you can indeed summon the dragon."

"And can any wish really be granted by the summoned dragon?"

"Yes, it can."

After patiently answering some inquiries, the Mutant girls departed contentedly, heading to the class comic discussion group.

Roar!

Carl breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the curious eyes before him, speechless as he feigned innocence, surrounded by black-haired girls.

If he had known it would come to this, he wouldn't have allowed her to distribute copies of the comic to her classmates that day.

For these Mutant students restricted from venturing outside, confined to playing games and watching TV animations, the Dragon Ball comics were a fascinating escape. Hence, he had initially made three copies for Clarice's dormitory mates, only to find them circulated to classes two and four.

Three days later, every elementary and middle school student in the school possessed a Dragon Ball comic.

Now Carl was a sensation in the school.

Not because he had become an X-Men or because he had saved Scott, but because he was the creator of the Dragon Ball comics.

"Hi, Carl."

"Hello, Carl."

"Carl, you're going to the dining hall too, right?"

"Carl, what type of burger do you prefer?"

"Carl, what color underwear do you think girls wear…"

At noon, on the way to the cafeteria, Mutant primary and middle school students greeted Carl incessantly, their questions becoming increasingly bizarre.

Carl forced a stiff smile and then scowled at the black-haired girl beside him. "Stop laughing. Laugh again, and you won't get extra lessons tonight."

Clarice suddenly stuck out her tongue in a playful manner.

In the past couple of days, due to her avid interest in comics, she had developed a strong bond with her dormitory mates, and her demeanor had taken on a brighter, more lively tone.

Meanwhile, as Carl sat down for lunch, outside, a prominent pharmaceutical company was hosting a press conference.

"Good day, everyone. Welcome to this conference. I am Worthington Keders," announced the speaker at the podium.

"In recent times, our company's laboratory has achieved a remarkable feat: the development of a drug capable of curing mutants."

"What? A potion to cure mutants?" exclaimed a reporter from the audience.

"Yes, indeed," confirmed the white-haired middle-aged man on stage.

"I have long held the belief that mutation among humans is not merely a genetic anomaly but rather a condition akin to a disease. Hence, our endeavors have been focused on treatments within this realm."

"And now, after extensive research, our company has achieved a breakthrough. We have formulated a drug that can permanently suppress mutant genes, effectively reverting mutants to ordinary human status."

The announcement caused a stir among the audience, and the news quickly spread like wildfire.

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