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Man In American Comics: Start Regenerative Healing Factor

Lu Chuang's journey into the Marvel world with a Danganronpa game panel had started with high hopes of unlocking super high school-level talents by achieving various milestones. His encounters with iconic Marvel characters like Tony Stark, Domino, and Doctor Strange led to some interesting exchanges. However, as time passed, the talents he unlocked began to take a bizarre turn. It wasn't long before he encountered a special talent: Super High School Level Despair. Lu Chuang couldn't help but feel perplexed. Was this new talent meant to compel him to reenact the ominous events of Danganronpa within the Marvel universe? With uncertainty looming, Lu Chuang pondered the implications of his newfound ability and the challenges it might bring to his adventure in this extraordinary world.

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CH-9

Seeing Wade's terrifyingly disfigured face, Weasel abandoned any idea of persuading him. Wade's appearance was just too frightening.

Thinking this, Weasel turned to Lu Chuang and asked, "Wade, you mentioned that both of you have the same abilities. Why hasn't his face changed?"

When Wade and Lu Chuang had arrived, Wade had shared everything with Weasel, including their abilities. Wade believed that Lu Chuang had a genetic mutation like him.

However, Lu Chuang's ability wasn't rooted in a mutant gene; it was a superhuman ability.

Lu Chuang clarified while sipping his happy fat house water, "Wade's cancer cells weren't eliminated. They're slower than his healing cells, which is why he looks like this now. Touch it."

"Poor Wade, I can understand you. Your appearance is... well, it's unique. You've got this mutant-avocado-ghost vibe going on, and it's hard for anyone to feel comfortable with that. You could consider other career paths. For instance, a Freddy Krueger remake; you and Freddy could practically be twins."

Weasel, being Wade's friend, didn't mean to upset him. However, his words didn't console Wade and made him even angrier.

"Smack!"

Wade slammed the table and stood up abruptly, declaring, "I've changed my mind. Before I see Vanessa, I need to find that damn dish soap from Francis. I'll force him to fix my face and make him pay for everything he did to me. Finally, I'll cut a hole in his head with a gun and use his skull as a... well, let's just say I'll use it for something unpleasant!"

Weasel responded, "I don't want to know about that, and I don't want to imagine it."

"But, does this Francis even know you're alive?" Weasel asked.

"Yes, he should think we're dead," Lu Chuang replied, recalling what Francis had said before leaving. "I assume he believes we perished in that fire."

As a friendly reminder, Weasel suggested, "If you plan to confront Francis, remember to disguise yourself, like wearing a mask or something. Wade, no offense, but your current appearance is incredibly distinctive and hard to miss, and we value our eyesight."

Wade agreed, "You're right. I also want to give myself a stage name, something like Captain America. How about 'Captain Wade'? What do you think?"

Weasel playfully countered, "It's a bit much. You might as well call yourself 'Captain Freddy.' People would think you walked straight out of Elm Street when they see you."

"Let's just go with 'Deadpool,'" Lu Chuang suggested, pointing to a blackboard above the bar. It displayed names and bets related to a unique bar game: betting on which mercenary would die first within a specific time frame. The winner received double the bet.

At the top of the blackboard, it read "DEADPOOL!" (Translation: Deadpool).

Wade's eyes lit up at the name. "Deadpool! That sounds great. Okay, Deadpool it is!"

Curious, Lu Chuang asked, "But how are you going to find Francis? He's already gone, and the clues from the research institute were destroyed in the fire. There shouldn't be any leads left."

Wade had a plan in mind. "You know why I joined that experiment, right? They needed experimental subjects but didn't want to attract attention, so their recruitment had to be secretive. By following this lead, we'll eventually discover Francis's exact whereabouts."

"Alright, give it your best shot, and I'll assist when the time comes," Lu Chuang said, understanding that his assistance wasn't needed. While Lu Chuang had a super self-healing ability, he lacked combat skills. In this free America, firearms were the norm, and Lu Chuang was a novice in that regard. Thus, the two of them tacitly avoided discussing it.

For Lu Chuang, there was another crucial matter to resolve: his identity. As a time traveler, he was essentially an illegal immigrant in this world. Moreover, police officers frequently asked for identification, making it a luxury for Lu Chuang to live a normal life.

Hence, Lu Chuang urgently needed legal identification, and he turned his gaze toward Weasel.

"I've heard that you're recruiting mercenaries here. Do you think I'd be a suitable candidate?"