Dionesium, a green liquid metal from the DC Multiverse that possesses a supernatural ability feion and rejuvenation.

  The exact in of Dionesium is lost to history, but its presence be traced in numerous mythological tales. Eveh's self-healing capabilities are said to stem from this mysterious substance.

  In Dics, several individuals have obtaihe 'Dionesium Factor' t degrees. Among the most famous are Vandal Savage, the Prince of Crime... the Joker, and Ra's al Ghul, the Demon's Head.

  The legendary Fountain of Youth, that is, the Lazarus Pit, is essentially a diluted version of Dionesium.

  The 'Dionesium Factor' only activates to repair its host when they sustain damage. At all other times, it remains dormant and uable by any means.

  What Russell has just obtained is the purest form of the 'Dionesium Factor'.

  At this moment, Russell was pletely unaware of all this. His mind was entirely ed by pain.

  He had no knowledge of the System's activation, the Gacha draw, or the reward he had received.

  However, Russell's ignorance did not hihe 'Dionesium Factor' from taking effect.

  Sensing that its host was on the verge of death, the 'Dionesium Factor' began to work its magic.

  On Hydra's monit equipment, Russell's body suddenly exhibited an inexplicable self-repair meism. The abnormal reas caused by the Abomination Serum were rapidly being corrected.

  Before Hydra's stists and medical staff could react, the 'Dionesium Factor' had already pleted its task, reverting to its dormant state and vanishing without a trace.

  The appearand regeion process of the 'Dionesium Factor' sted only a brief two to three seds.

  This fleeting mome not only Hydra's persounned, but also Russell himself in plete bewilderment.

  Two to three seds ago, he had been in excruciating pain.

  But in the blink of ahat pain had vanished entirely, as if it had all been an illusion.

  However, Russell khat his earlier experiences were not halluations. He could now feel the tremendous ges in his body.

  Although he hadn't turned big and greenish like the real Abomination, he could still sehe immense power c through him.

  With a slight flex of his hand, the metal restraints that had tightly bound him were torn apart as if they were made of paper.

  "What oh just happened?"

  Sitting on the operating table, Russell examined his hands in fusion, then g the metal restraints oable.

  [Host has overe critical danger]

  [Reward fully ied...]

  [System entering hibernation mode...]

  When the meical voice of the system echoed in his mind once more, Russell finally recalled something...

  As the creator of the 'DC Apostle' game, he was well aware of what kind of game he had made.

  However, what he never expected is that this homemade game would cross over with him and pletely merge with his being as his golden finger.

  'Opeatus panel.'

  Russell silently anded, and a three-dimensional status panel materialized in his mind.

  << Status Panel >>

  - Host: Russell

  - Race: Human

  - Superhuman Abilities: Abomination Strength, Dionesium Factor

  - Strength: B

  - Speed: C

  - stitution: B

  - Mental: C

  - Energy Emission: D

  - bat Skill: D

  - Overall bat Power: C+

  After briefly sing the status panel, Russell clicked oailed descriptions of Abomination Strength and 'Dionesium Factor'.

  << Abomination Strength: Based on the Abomination Serum, bined with Hydra's enha serums and the regeive abilities of the Dionesium Factor, this superhuman ability signifitly enhahe host's strength and stitution.

  does not allow for a transformation like the Abomination >>

  << Dionesium Factor: An essence from a green liquid metal with powerful regeive abilities.

  his is the host's first Apostle reward >>

  After reading the descriptions, Russell finally uood what had happeo him.

  Before he could do anything else, a group of Hydra soldiers in bbat uniforms stormed into the operating room, their guns trained squarely on him.

  Looking at the Hydra soldiers before him, Russell had no doubt that they would open fire at the slightest provocation.

  But right now, Russell almost wished they would.

  After reviewing his status panel, Russell had a rough idea of his physical capabilities.

  For starters, a stitution rating of 'B' was enough to make him impervious to ordinary firearms.

  Of course, this was assuming the system's evaluation was accurate.

  Acc to Russell's inal game design, the average human's physical attributes were rated at D-level.

  Someoh a B-level stitution could be sidered a human tank, perhaps even more resilient than an actual tank.

  As long as the Hydra soldiers were not carrying high-caliber anti-materiel rifles, Russell wasn't too worried.

  Even if the system's rating standards differed slightly from his inal desigill had the 'Dionesium Factor' to fall ba.

  With this fidence, Russell decided to take a bold step, partly to vent his frustration.

  He had nearly died just a moment after transmigrating, treated like a b rat with no dignity.

  "I don't go looking for trouble, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of it..."

  Besides, Russell was no lohe powerless programmer he once was.

  Without hesitation, Russell g the Hydra soldiers and po leap off the operating table in a cool, dramatic fashion. However, reality did not match his expectations.

  With a sudden jump, Russell smmed into the operating room's ceiling, creating a hole aing himself stuck.

  This ued move not only surprised Russell, but also startled the Hydra soldiers, who immediately opened fire.

  *Rat-tat-tat…*

  The sharp sound of gunfire filled the room as bullets flew straight toward Russell, who was now dangling from the ceiling like a delier.

  After emptyiire magazihe soldiers finally stopped shooting.

  The operating room was now in plete disarray, riddled with bullet holes and scattered shell gs.

  Russell, who had since freed himself from the ceiling, raised his arms to shield his face, allowing the bullets to strike his body.

  And as Russell had surmised, his B-level stitution made him impervious to ordinary firearms.

  The bullets could not pee his skin. The sensation was akin to someone poking him repeatedly with their fingers.

  Poking someoh a finger might hurt, but it certainly wouldn't kill them...