Immortality!
This is the ability countless people throughout history have dreamed of.
Generation after generation, people rushed forward to pursue the ethereal Gods in the sky.
Even someone as brilliant as Newton, one of the greatest scientists, didn't he pursue God in his final years?
Yet now, Aaron has achieved this ability that countless people desperately sought.
Moreover, he also gained Survival of the Fittest and the even stronger Super Healing ability.
Coupled with Iron Body, Aaron could say without reservation that he has become a God.
He is even more like a God than those so-called Gods like Odin and Thor.
Odin will age and die of old age, but Aaron will not.
Now, he only needs to find a desolate Planet and burrow into it. Sleeping for thousands or tens of thousands of years, the stellar energy he absorbs alone would be enough for him to evolve to another level.
Furthermore, he can easily cross the Universe with his physical body.
In space, oxygen is pitifully scarce, and the low temperature and various lethal radiation are also an issue.
But Aaron is not afraid of any of these things.
Whether it is gamma rays or other high-energy radiation, they cannot harm Aaron's body. His powerful adaptive ability is enough to withstand almost all lethal radiation.
As long as he isn't stupid enough to drill into the core area of an energy burst, he can rely on Survival of the Fittest to recover and survive.
Space, which everyone talks about with fear, has now become his backyard.
However, although Aaron theoretically possesses the possibility of traversing space, his flying speed is a major weakness.
"If I get the chance, I must acquire a faster-than-light engine or a jump drive. Other teleportation devices would work too."
"By then, the entire Universe will be my playground."
Aaron was incredibly excited, glancing at the empty storage room.
He immediately took the dedicated elevator to the private underground parking garage.
Several large trucks were parked here, including Skye's van.
"Right, I almost forgot about Skye."
Thinking of this, Aaron asked Felicia, and upon learning that she was fed on time every meal, he wasn't in a hurry to deal with Skye.
After some thought, he placed his right hand on the van.
[Super Endurance: You possess unimaginable endurance. Before your energy is depleted, you will be able to maintain peak combat power and sustained combat. From now on, you are the electric motor.]
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Do I need this thing?"
Recalling how he took on two opponents last night and consecutively defeated two major generals, Aaron indicated, who else dares challenge me!
Helen was alright, at least she could still move around today.
As for Barbara, who didn't know her own limits... she was lying down with her doll.
With just that much capability, she dared to bring a few special uniforms to provoke him?
Finally, Aaron came before the several trucks that had clearly been modified.
Inside were creatures such as armadillos, pangolins, dolphins, and saltwater crocodiles. There was even a juvenile shark.
Actually, the boost these things provided to Aaron was almost zero. But he still decided to melt them all down.
Even if it's junk data, it's still data, isn't it?
What if there was a pleasant surprise?
However, this time was rather disappointing.
He gained a slight increase in bite force and became more proficient in sonar positioning. As for other defenses, there was no change.
However, he unexpectedly mastered the dolphin language.
From now on, he can communicate with dolphins and make them serve him, just like controlling bats.
"Goodness, first becoming Superman, then Darwin, and now developing in the direction of Aquaman..."
"Well, maybe I should really consider calling myself omni-man?"
...
Aaron did not continue debating whether to call himself omni-man or something else.
He sent a text message to Norman's phone using brainwaves, and then went with Felicia to the commercial street to pick up his custom suit.
Next, he headed to the airport, boarded the private jet, and set off for Monaco.
Monaco is located in Southwestern Europe and is the second smallest country in the world by area. However, the Monaco Grand Prix they hold always manages to attract famous billionaires from all over the World.
Tony is a frequent visitor.
However, this year, this racing competition became unprecedentedly prosperous due to Aaron's arrival.
"Mr. Aaron, how was your trip?"
"Very good."
Aaron nodded to a US general dressed in lieutenant general attire and left without looking back.
Next.
"Mr. Aaron, I didn't expect to see the star of tomorrow here. I am David, hello."
This time it was a well-dressed man with a professional fake smile on his face—an obviously disgusting politician.
Aaron nodded in return as usual, but David didn't care about Aaron's almost rude behavior and instead smiled while raising his glass.
Felicia supplemented from the side, "He is the Governor of New York, and his term is about to end."
So he's retiring? Then there's even less need to care.
Next, Aaron saw several more politicians or men in military uniforms.
Then he also saw two or three men with cloth on their heads. When they saw Aaron, they shamelessly came over to try and cozy up to him.
There were also royal family members from other countries.
Aaron even ran into two princesses who looked decent.
This situation became even more exaggerated after entering the competition venue.
Looking at the well-dressed men and women in the stands, Aaron's eye twitched. "Can someone tell me if there are any normal people left here?"
"Of course there are, right there."
Felicia pointed to the back of the stands. All the good seats had been bought by these people who came to "casually meet" him. Locals or people from other countries could only sit in the back.
Want to see more clearly?
You can, by standing in the front.
Aaron suddenly thought, what if a cannonball dropped from the sky right now?
Out of ten people, how many would be royal members, how many generals, and how many cunning politicians?
Tsk, if the situation here were made public, any terrorist organization could surely make history again, the kind that surpasses 9/11 and shocks the world.
After all, Monaco's total population is only tens of thousands. The security force at the racing venue is probably Police borrowed from the French.
Aaron underestimated the temptation his potions posed to these people. They traveled thousands of miles just to wait here.
Aaron could be certain that these people must have already been waiting here hoping for luck before he made the spontaneous decision to come.
Don't look at them as powerful figures. In fact, if they wanted to book an appointment with Aaron through normal channels, it would be impossible without booking a year and a half in advance.
Norman cannot override Aaron's will. The appointment only becomes effective if he agrees.
Otherwise, whether you are the President or a royal member, you must stand aside obediently.
"Hey, handsome, hello."
"Can I take a picture with you? You are so handsome."
Another woman approached.
Aaron glanced at her, about an eight out of ten.
He scanned the photographer in the distance whose body bore the symbol of the Monaco Automobile Club, posed cooperatively, and then walked away dashingly.
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