Marvel: Sign-In System – Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

The next morning.

On the sofa on the second floor of Luke's Bar, Frank slowly opened his eyes. He was momentarily stunned, then suddenly sat up.

Unexpectedly, his body shot upward like it was launched, heading straight for the ceiling. Fortunately, his reaction was extremely fast. Just before he could hit the ceiling, he twisted his body mid-air and extended a hand to brace against it. He then rotated and landed on the floor in front of the sofa.

Frank stood there, dazed. Then he abruptly turned his head toward the door.

Luke stood there with a tray full of breakfast in his hands, looking like he was watching a show. As he walked in, he said, "Thanks for letting me enjoy a wonderful gymnastics performance so early in the morning, Punisher."

"If you joined the Olympics, you'd definitely break the world record."

"You'd become the brightest star in sports."

"The way you talk in that sarcastic tone is annoying. IIt makes me want to punch your head off," Frank said coldly.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

Luke showed no sign of reflection. Instead, he casually handed the tray to Frank, then plopped down on the sofa across from him. He picked up a glass of milk and drank it on his own, looking rather dejected.

Normally, he was quiet and reserved. For him to start mocking Frank early in the morning clearly meant there was something wrong with his state of mind.

"Is it because of that girl?"

Frank took the tray, glanced at the oversized portion of breakfast on it, raised an eyebrow, then sat down and began eating without holding back.

In his mind, he recalled what Jessica had said to him last night.

"Punisher, my Leader asked me to bring you a message."

"He said someone like you shouldn't die like this. He likes your style and philosophy. He knows you won't become some so-called monument, but a gun that kills. It's just that your gun is a little outdated and needs to be rebuilt."

"Good night, Mr. Frank."

The last thing he remembered was Jessica pulling a syringe filled with some deep blue liquid from her pocket. She moved at a speed far beyond what Frank's eyes could follow, rushed to his side, and injected it into his neck.

Then he lost consciousness and collapsed.

Now he could feel the vigorous vitality and energy surging through his body. The pain from old injuries accumulated during his military service and years of life-and-death battles had completely disappeared.

All that remained was explosive power he had never imagined before—power far beyond what he once possessed.

And of course, hunger.

Frank ate the oversized breakfast Luke had prepared for him in big mouthfuls, while his mind continued thinking.

Then, to his astonishment, he discovered that he had become smarter. His abundant energy almost felt like it was overflowing. Many things became clear with just a thought, and his memory had become extraordinary. He could clearly remember every detail of what happened last night.

There was not the slightest sense of haze or sluggishness.

Clearly, it was because of the shot Jessica had given him.

What exactly was that thing? Some kind of human enhancement drug?

And the Leader Jessica had spoken of was probably the leader behind those two mysterious forces and Jessica herself. He knew about Frank and had an unusual fondness and appreciation for him.

Heh~~

Frank tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile.

Someone like him could actually be appreciated by others?

But it did not matter.

All Frank needed to know was that he had gained benefits, and those benefits would help with his revenge afterward.

He wanted to find the people who had killed his wife and children.

He wanted to kill them all.

A fierce light flashed through Frank's eyes.

His thoughts passed in an instant.

On Luke's side, Frank's words seemed to hit a sore spot. His chest rose and fell slightly, but then he deflated again, looking dispirited.

"It's just my own wishful thinking."

"She has her own life, her own world. Her future is bright."

"It's different from someone like me at the bottom of the streets now."

"Bullshit!" Frank looked at Luke like this and sneered, cursing without mercy. "Giving up and backing down will always be the behavior of a coward."

"Kid, here's a piece of advice. Never, ever let yourself live with regret."

By the time he finished speaking, Frank's face was filled with loneliness.

But soon, that loneliness vanished without a trace, replaced by coldness.

Luke was stunned by Frank's scolding. His lips moved, but he did not know what to say.

His heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Only after a long while did he bring up another matter. "Before Jessica left, she said the rest is up to you."

"This little help of hers will be the last time. She'll also make things clear to the people in Hell's Kitchen."

"After that, those people won't hold back against you because of her."

To put it plainly, Jessica's personal help was only this once. She would not endorse Frank.

Once the gangs in Hell's Kitchen knew that, they would have no more scruples about killing Frank.

Frank did not care about that.

He was already satisfied. Before this, he had been able to turn Hell's Kitchen upside down. Now that he had undergone a transformation, he was even more confident.

"That's enough."

…

The Punisher and Hell's Kitchen were only a small interlude.

It could be considered one of Matthew's little nudges.

Hell's Kitchen had lost Jessica, but gained an enhanced Punisher injected with the first-generation super-soldier gene serum.

Yes, the help he gave was the first-generation super-soldier gene serum, not the latest generation.

It was not that Matthew was stingy. The main reason was that the third-generation serum contained too many things.

Once injected, the strengthened and modified body would start with physical strength exceeding thirty tons. With just a bit of training, it would rise rapidly to over fifty tons.

The Punisher himself was an extremely outstanding tactical expert and military expert, proficient in all kinds of weapons, firearms, and tactical planning.

When this cold, tough god of slaughter had still been an ordinary person, he had already killed his way through Hell's Kitchen and made everyone there uneasy.

Even Kingpin had feared him greatly.

If Matthew gave him the third-generation serum on top of that, he had no doubt that Frank could slaughter every criminal in Hell's Kitchen in a short time.

Then New York.

Then the carnage would spread across all of America.

Punisher would not even hesitate when killing government officials.

After all, in certain versions, Punisher really had slaughtered the entire universe.

The universe was miserable too. Every now and then, some hero would turn dark and massacre the universe, making Matthew feel a little nervous. He was genuinely afraid some heaven-defying thing like that might appear.

Fortunately, for the time being, that shouldn't happen.

The direction of things was still within Matthew's expectations.

Matthew was far more concerned with his own internal affairs. Specifically, the Materials Department had finally borne fruit.

Inside a brightly lit experimental base filled with modern high-tech equipment, the head of the Materials Department, the Munch-Munch Fruit user Gabriel, was talking endlessly as he introduced several new materials he had recently developed to Matthew.

Melina, the beautiful and mature highest minister of the Technology Department, also stood nearby. Her mature, charming face was full of joy.

"BOSS, look at this. This will completely change the development of human civilization from now on."