Max Dillon skillfully adjusted the parameters of the tanning bed, placed in a corner of the master bedroom, and hesitantly explained its functions to Victor.
After all, it was something produced in-house; there truly wasn't a user manual.
Seeing Max's familiar demeanor, Victor couldn't help but ask, "Did you build this tanning bed by yourself?"
"Ah?" Max looked confused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "Yes... ah, no, it should be designed and manufactured by the department manager, I was just responsible for delivery."
Max was unusually familiar with this abrupt change in his explanation, almost as if he had "memorized" it.
It seemed he was often assigned extra work by the department manager, and yet he didn't know how to resist.
It's precisely this kind of seemingly honest pushover who, after gaining the power to do as he pleases, often develops an antisocial personality that seeks revenge on society.
"I know your manager had nothing to do with this machine. Tell me, how much did you participate in its manufacturing?" Victor said.
Max still wanted to "defend" his manager.
Victor waved his hand, cutting him off directly.
"If you don't want to say, Alice, you tell me."
As Victor's words fell, Alice's voice seamlessly picked up the conversation from the hidden speakers within the master bedroom wall.
"According to the Osborn Tower surveillance System, Project 'R14544' was assigned by the Engineering Department Manager to Engineer 'Billy Herrington'.
'Billy Herrington' requested personnel assistance from the Electrical Department, citing the need for an electrical System, which was accepted by 'Max Dillon'.
'Billy Herrington' used company authority to purchase and download tanning bed design blueprints, which were then independently manufactured by 'Max Dillon' and the automated workshop."
Alice's explanation left Max in a panic.
He kept waving his hands, trying to explain that he was only responsible for delivery, and dared not acknowledge his actual labor.
This personality was a bit tricky.
"Tell me, did you design the New York power grid?" Victor asked.
"How did you know... No, it wasn't me! It wasn't me! It was Oscorp Industries... Oscorp Industries designed it!" Max said, gritting his teeth by the end.
The situation was clear.
Victor said no more, indicating that the tanning bed was installed and Max could leave. The latter continued to babble before leaving that he was truly just a delivery person.
He wondered what he had been through to defend the vampires who exploited his labor so much.
Thinking that Max had almost no friends due to his appearance and personality... "Alice, what is the relationship between Max and that Herrington guy?"
"According to records, the two have multiple social interactions each month, but all expenses are paid by Max Dillon," Alice replied.
Oscorp Industries employees use salary cards that are bank cards co-operated by Oscorp Industries and Citibank, allowing Oscorp Industries to confidently retrieve spending records.
This explained it.
That Herrington was probably just using Max as a wallet, and also exploiting Max's labor; they weren't even fair-weather friends.
"Then inform Norman that I plan to establish a new company named 'Dawn'. Have him poach talent from Oscorp Industries.
This Max has good capabilities; see if his personality can be reshaped.
Don't spend too much effort; if it doesn't work out, then forget it."
With a casual instruction, the matter was considered closed.
It would then depend on whether Max could overcome difficulties and be successfully reformed by Norman.
He didn't pay too much attention to this matter.
Victor rolled over and lay down in the tanning bed, closing the lid. The space inside was very confined, like a coffin.
He had Alice turn on the machine. The surrounding UV lamps lit up, and other than feeling a bit dazzling, there was no effect.
He didn't believe it and had Alice increase the power output to boost the brightness of the UV lamps.
But it was useless.
There was no effect whatsoever.
He tried switching to other spectrum lamps, but there was still no reaction.
It seemed Super Cells were different from Ultraman; Ultraman could use searchlights to replenish energy when his chest light ran out, but these Super Cells only recognized father sun.
With a casual thought, he prepared to discard the tanning bed. Although the master bedroom was large, having useless items lying around was still an eyesore.
Then he had a change of heart.
Wanda's gaze at the tanning bed just now seemed to indicate she liked it. Should he give it to her?
Hmm... I'll go down and ask.
Dragging the tanning bed behind him like walking a balloon, he arrived outside Wanda's bedroom door and gently knocked.
"Who is it?" Wanda's clear voice came from inside the door.
"Me, Victor."
"Ah, why are you here? Wait, wait a moment!" Wanda's voice instantly became flustered.
After waiting for about a minute.
The bedroom door finally opened a crack, Wanda only showing half of her head, her eyes darting as she asked, "Wh-what is it?"
Victor explained his purpose.
Wanda's eyes immediately lit up, her gaze at Victor filled with anticipation, yet also with a slight struggle—she didn't even glance at the tanning bed.
Victor was bewildered.
What was there to be so conflicted about? If she wanted it, she wanted it; if not, then not.
After struggling for a while, Wanda's exposed half-face turned red. Victor was even more confused, still wondering what was going on when Wanda pulled open the bedroom door.
Then Victor understood why Wanda was conflicted.
Wanda, in her bedroom, was actually wearing... silk pajamas?
And they were the lace-trimmed kind, not only sexy but also very sheer in white. Her 18-year-old, seriously curvaceous figure showed sexy black underneath the white silk pajamas; no need to ask what that was.
He subconsciously glanced down; the white silk pajamas also showed black underneath. He didn't know if it was... My goodness! Wanda was being overtly seductive!
Although Victor immediately averted his gaze, that stunning size kept replaying in his mind.
Wanda boldly showed off her figure, then shyly hid behind the door, not daring to peek out.
Victor's gaze swept across the bedroom.
The room was tidy, with no strange odors. The only thing worth noting was a ball girl idling at the fountain on the computer screen, with a score of "12 / 1 / 14" in the match.
So, Wanda was wearing that outfit while playing games just now?
That scene was very vivid!
"Cough, well, I'll put the tanning bed in the guest room for now. I'll move it in for you later if you want it."
Leaving that message, Victor quickly turned and ran away.
If he stayed any longer, he was afraid things might get out of hand!
He found a random guest room to place the tanning bed, then Victor returned to the master bedroom and opened the shower to cool himself down.
Comrade Xiao Chen, who had been "enthusiastic," slowly calmed down.
Victor then dried himself and lay on the bed.
He had been bustling upstairs for some time and hadn't realized it was already 10 PM, prime time for sleep.
Wanda's attire wasn't the issue.
It was just that his timing for knocking was too coincidental.
Moreover.
Wanda should have some feelings for him, otherwise, she wouldn't have opened that door.
Similarly.
Victor was also interested in Wanda; otherwise, if someone else wore that, Victor wouldn't be so "obsessed."
However.
Victor wasn't sure if he liked Wanda herself, or if he was using Wanda as a substitute for Elizabeth from his previous life.
This was very important!
He wanted to forget what he had just seen.
But that image kept flashing in his mind. Even silently reciting the 24-character mantra of "prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony..." had no effect.
He had long mastered multitasking.
Helplessly.
He pulled out the Virtual Learning Helmet, and a flood of knowledge poured into his mind, finally washing away that vivid imagery.
As for the plan to go out and find training targets, it would have to be postponed.