The boy slowly walked into the dark training ground, pressing against his thin chest, rough linen rubbed repeatedly with his feet, making him feel a stinging pain in his skin. What made him feel even more uncomfortable was the cold wind in the training ground, which made him shudder when he blew through the stubble he had just shaved. The smooth and cold marble floor of his feet mercilessly took away his remaining body temperature and made his toes numb. The only sound of footsteps in the training ground, crisp and lonely, like his heartbeat.

He was selected from his tribe to attend a ceremony that only he could attend.

For this ceremony, he had to go through extremely heavy learning and contact with political, military, geography, mathematics, physics and chemistry that he had never learned before. The brief learning gradually became revealed. Unlike other boys in the clan who liked to jump up and down, he was more keen to listen to stories around the prophets, and the prophet often told him the tragic death of the 10th century Byzantine emperor, John I, Tsimissis, and Basil II, known as the Bulgarian butcher. Tonight, the patriarch Sophia, the daughter of the prophet, dragged him up on the bed that was never too warm or particularly soft, and brought him here and let him walk in alone. Then, Sophia left alone, ignoring the doubtful boy.

Even if he was not sure, he still bit the bullet and did it.

He repeatedly felt the fear mixed with coldness, and chewed and swallowed it on the tip of his tongue. In the short distance, he thought a lot, and seemed to think nothing. He just walked forward mechanically, as if something was attracting him.

A light lit up in the dark training ground, and all the cold disappeared in an instant. After a brief surprise, the boy was excited. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the light. A blurry figure was standing in the middle of the training ground. "Good evening, the descendant of Seodora." The figure said to him in a very gentle tone, "From now on, you will start real training."

"What training?" the boy asked.

This is a feeling of indescribableness. He believes that the knowledge he has learned cannot describe this sense of fate for the time being.

"The most rigorous training in the world, child." The light gradually weakened, and the boy gradually saw the person in the light. It was a tall man with long curly black hair, his facial features were as perfect as an ancient Greek statue with a knife and axe. He said to the boy with a gentle smile, "But I believe you can undertake such training. Look, that is your armor and weapons, and you will become a person worthy of that armor in the future."

The boy quickly glanced in the direction the man pointed.

"That's too tall," the boy said nervously, "I can't look as tall as a room!"

"We will have a way." The man walked forward with a smile and placed his big hand on the boy's head. As if he was exhaling warmly, the boy felt that all the fatigue on his body disappeared with the arrival of the warm night. "This will be a long service, and you will face the pressure that the human mind cannot bear, but you can bear it. I promise you that you will definitely be able to wear this armor, stand by me, face the unimaginable enemies of human beings, or command the world's largest fleet, and order the artillery to destroy the disgusting monsters."

"Why me?" the boy looked up and looked at him with clear blue eyes.

The man's expression seemed to be a little embarrassed. The sacred feeling that should have existed was destroyed by his raised mouth. He looked like he would laugh at any time, and at the same time he was a little embarrassed. It was not until this time that the boy realized that the man was not old enough to have a beard. He was still very young and very strong. But the boy still could not look directly at the man's glowing eyes, which seemed to be trying to dig out all the little secrets of his past. For example, he would eat secretly in the middle of the night, and in Siberia, when he couldn't sleep at night, he would run to the village and throw stones into the wellhead.

He was worried that this man would know these embarrassing things.

He was trembling.

"Because you are the most suitable." The man raised his eyebrows happily, "This is not nonsense, but a coincidence. I was looking for the right person, and then you showed up, that's all."

No one knows why the boy with signs of surgery has been following Salomon, and no one knows why the boy was carrying a short knife and a pistol. If anyone who didn't know about it would be surprised and angry at the boy's physical traces of surgery. But for the person involved, although dozens of surgeries are waiting for him in the future, the first phase of surgery that lasted several days long made him very satisfied.

It seemed like a long dream.

He grew taller, his brain was running faster and his reactions were faster. His appetite increased, and his originally thin limbs began to grow muscles, and he could use a short bow to shoot things that he could not shoot in the past. He was no longer a thin nerd, everything was developing in a good direction.

The operation for this boy was specially customized. Maya Hansen worked for a month of preparation for this. After a short rest, he devoted himself to the next stage of work. With a ready-made template, the work went on very quickly. The boy carries all the current achievements of the biological laboratory, including genetic cutting of desperate viruses, alien genetic engineering and biochemical implants, and its technology involves many medical fields and powerful alchemy. As he grows up, the operation will continue to be carried out. The boy has to undergo a physical examination every day to ensure that the implant and genetic engineering do not have side effects.

Such a program will continue to achieve the ultimate goal, that is, the final form of the Golden Armored Guards. But that is just a template. Maya Hansen modified and transformed each different subject. So the final form of this boy is slightly different from that Golden Armored Guards.

After the first stage is over, the boy will also accept Salomon's spiritual fantasy spells and the mental and chemical adjustments made by the brain-computer interface, making him a superman on the psychological level. This is a very difficult and long process. Modern science's research on the brain is still in its infancy. Even if the Immortal City has invested in many laboratories and received future technologies, the boy has to stay in the training cabin while accepting adjustments to avoid huge fluctuations in physiological signs during mental adjustments.

"What did you do to this child?" Natasha Romanov looked at the boy with questioning eyes.

Although she refused Salomon's invitation, she would still come to the Immortal City for emotional encouragement to avoid Salomon's inhumane plan. Although she did not see the hell she had imagined, the traces of surgery on the boy were unexplained. If she knew that the boy's height had grown twenty centimeters within a week, she might have jumped up in fear.

The boy was eating chocolate cake very well, deafing the conversation between the female spy and Salomon, and the headphones he wore did not allow him to hear other sounds. After psychological adjustment and implant surgery, his senses became too sharp and he was in the adaptation stage at this moment. According to normal procedures, the boy should be placed in the forest for wilderness training, rather than sitting here to eat cake.

But the arrival of Natasha Romanov interrupted the process.
Chapter completed!