Marvel: My (GLORIOUS) Self-Evolution

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Noel was taken aback upon hearing the news. Unexpectedly, Kurt had been fired. However, it also seemed reasonable since Osborn himself was struggling to survive and was constantly reducing staff. Kurt, being busy with plasma technology, sometimes neglected his regular duties, leading to his dismissal. Noel immediately asked for Kurt's home address, but the front desk refused to provide such private information until Noel offered two hundred dollars. Without delay, he rushed toward Kurt's address.

At the same time, Noel's brow furrowed slightly. Now that Kurt was unemployed and his life was impacted, there was a high chance he might inject plasma to change his situation. Noel needed to stop it and thinking of this, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator. The car shot out with a roar.

The old apartment building was in a sorry state, its facilities aged, with plaster peeling off the walls. The corridor was narrow, and due to long-term neglect, many lights no longer worked, making it dim. Noel entered one of the apartments, which felt cramped and crowded with cheap daily necessities filling the corners and tables. The damaged sofa revealed yellow sponge inside.

In the kitchen, the faucet was broken at the joint, spraying water everywhere. The sound of hurried slippers on the floor echoed as a middle-aged woman ran up, exclaiming, "Kurt! The faucet is broken again!" She wrapped a towel around the gap to stop the spray and looked up at the flickering lights, commenting, "Kurt, our lights have been broken for a week, let's find time to replace them."

She opened the refrigerator, noting how depleted the food was: "Kurt, our food is running out too." She closed the refrigerator, wiped the splashed water from her face, and used her waistband, worn over several years, to wipe her hands. This scene highlighted the family's poverty.

On the sofa sat a middle-aged man with a broken arm, despondent, with his head hanging low. He looked up at his wife, his face bitter: "Martha, I... I was fired..." Martha halted in her tracks, hands confusedly wiping water as she asked, "What... what did you say..." Kurt explained, "I received a call; the company told me not to come anymore. I was fired." Martha was dazed: "Then... what about our future expenses..." she worried, pointing out the lack of food, the broken faucet, the kitchen lights, and the problematic toilet. "The money I earn from working alone in the convenience store is completely insufficient for the expenses of this family," she lamented.

Martha sat beside Kurt, grabbing his leg, pleading, "Can you find a job as soon as possible..." Kurt clenched his hand, lowered his head, and replied with shame, "I... I am a disabled person, and I am already middle-aged. Because of long-term research, I am out of touch with society... It's difficult to find a job quickly." Martha fell into silence. Neither of them expected to hit a midlife crisis, and the air in the room grew oppressively heavy. 

This middle-aged couple seemed to struggle to breathe, especially Kurt, who tightly clutched his pants, head lowered: "It's all my fault. If I wasn't disabled, I wouldn't have desperately researched the plasma to cure my arm. If I hadn't been so focused on researching the plasma, I wouldn't have occasionally delayed my work, and I wouldn't have been fired."

"If I weren't disabled, if I were a normal person, I could do many things that normal people can, and I wouldn't be facing this situation."

"It's all my fault. I'm useless, and I've burdened you."

Martha immediately hugged Kurt: "Don't be like this, Kurt. Let's think of another solution."

"If it really doesn't work, I'll go ask my parents for some money."

Martha's parents have always looked down on Kurt, mocking and ridiculing him, so Martha was very angry and hadn't contacted her parents for a long time. If it weren't for the family's difficulties, Martha would never have asked for their help.

Hearing Martha's words, Kurt felt even more distressed. Martha quickly dialed her parents' number. On the other end, Martha's mother's voice came through: "What's wrong? Are you facing some difficulties? Otherwise, why would you think of us? Is Osborn Company about to collapse? Did he lose his job? Or has he already lost his job?" Martha's mother immediately guessed the purpose of Martha's call, and so she began to mock and ridicule.

"I told you before not to marry him. A man with a severed hand, who can't earn money, and is just a bookworm! I told you he won't amount to anything. You didn't listen, and now you come to us?"

"You let him come up with the money! Can he? He's just a useless waste! I told you, marrying a shoe shiner would be better than him!" Before Martha could speak, her mother's cold mockery made Martha shudder all over. Kurt, who was beside her, felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this. He reached out and hung up the phone.

"What are you doing? I'm still borrowing money," Martha said.

Kurt lifted his head and looked at the cluttered coffee table. Among them was a small glass bottle filled with blood-red liquid, reflecting a dangerous blood-colored light. He gritted his teeth: "Martha, don't say anything. Let me solve this myself. My plasma has already been tested on a crippled rabbit, and it perfectly grew a new leg. I'm planning to inject the plasma into myself and regenerate my hand. As long as I recover, I can do manual labor, take on odd jobs. We can support ourselves!"

Saying that, he reached out towards the glass bottle filled with plasma. Martha immediately grabbed his hand and shook her head: "No, no, this won't do. You're a scientist, you know one successful case is not enough to prove that plasma can be safely used on the human body. This kind of experiment can't be rushed, you need to try it multiple times."

Kurt's body trembled: "I've already been fired by Osborn, I don't have the equipment and tools to continue the experiments. And we're barely getting by now, I don't have time to experiment!"

He gritted his teeth: "Martha! Let go of me! Let me completely solve this matter this time! I promise, this time it will definitely be successful, and we will be able to get out of our predicament!"

Saying that, he felt a surge of determination from somewhere, broke free from his wife's embrace, and grabbed the bottle of plasma. Kurt's eyes slightly reddened: "I will definitely succeed this time!"

Bang! The half-closed door was pushed open!

"Hold on," a calm and powerful voice sounded.