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A sharp-eyed team member spotted him. The room fell silent instantly.

A dozen pairs of eyes snapped onto him like searchlights. Their gazes were incredibly complex, containing curiosity, fear, but above all, a sense of awe and distance towards a creature unlike himself.

Chu Hang sighed inwardly. He knew that after displaying that godlike power, an invisible abyss had separated him from his mortal comrades.

A steady voice came from the doorway. The wooden door creaked open, and Steve Rogers walked in, bringing with him a chill. He was carrying two freshly skinned rabbits, looking incredibly energetic, as if he hadn't been the one who had endured a series of fierce battles and marched through the snow yesterday.

The Super Soldier Serum's endurance is indeed monstrous. Chu Hang silently gave it a thumbs up in his heart, but his facial expression instantly became serious.

His previously normal complexion turned deathly pale in a fraction of a second, his eyes dimmed, and coupled with his perfectly timed panting, he exuded a sense of weakness that said, "I'm about to die."

"How are you feeling?" Steve quickly walked over to him and squatted down. Seeing his appearance, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he skillfully used the back of his hand to feel his forehead.

"I'm... much better, Captain." Chu Hang forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, his voice barely audible. "It's just... I feel completely drained, like my body has been hollowed out."

This persona must be maintained. He doesn't want to be targeted by those crazy guys in white coats from the Strategic Science Legion, captured, and dissected for research.

Steve's clear blue eyes were filled with genuine concern, without a trace of doubt. He nodded, stood up, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Eat something first, then come out for a bit, and we'll talk."

Chu Hang's heart skipped a beat.

What was bound to happen has finally happened. It seems there's no escaping Captain America's "ideological counseling session."

Breakfast consisted of bland rabbit soup and black bread so hard it could kill someone. But with such a rumbling stomach, it was an unparalleled delicacy.

After drinking the hot soup, his icy body finally warmed up a bit. Chu Hang could feel that the [self-healing factor] within his body was accelerating the repair of his mental fatigue, and the dormant Cosmic Cube energy had also regained a barely perceptible amount of activity.

But his face still showed that frail appearance, and even the hand holding the spoon was trembling slightly in a "professional" manner.

After the meal, Steve indeed came looking for us again.

Under the concerned gazes of his teammates, who said things like "Take it easy" and "Captain, be gentle," Chu Hang was half-supported and half-carried by Steve, and he shakily and unsteadily moved out of the cabin.

Outside was a clearing in the woods, the snow ankle-deep. In the center of the clearing, Logan was already waiting. He leaned lazily against a pine tree, a cigar dangling from his mouth, his wolf-like eyes half-closed in the swirling smoke, clearly there to watch the fun.

Steve released his grip, allowing Chu Hang to barely stand. He pointed to a bare rock not far away, his expression as serious as if he were giving a pre-battle pep talk: "Chu, you said yesterday that your power comes from a kind of 'resonance' that you cannot fully understand, and that it comes at a huge cost."

Chu Hang nodded weakly, his face showing a bewildered expression, as if he were listening to gibberish.

“Dr. Erskine once told me that the serum amplifies everything about a person. The good, the bad, including their will.” Steve stared into Chu Hang’s eyes, his tone more serious than ever before. “Your will is very strong, I can feel it. So theoretically, you can definitely control it, instead of being controlled by it.”

Chu Hang mentally screamed: Of course! I'm a time traveler carrying the script for the next few decades, how could my will not be strong?

"But... Captain, what should I do?" He looked helpless. "That power... it won't listen to me."

“Start with the simplest thing.” Steve bent down, picked up a black pebble the size of a fingernail from the snow, and placed it on the rock. “Try to move it.”

He pointed to the other end of the rock, about twenty centimeters away. “Not destroy it, but move it. With your mind, like with your hands, gently push it over.”

This request sounded simple, but for Chu Hang, it was an impossible task. The spatial energy within him was violent, chaotic, and filled with a primal desire for destruction. Asking him to do "gentle" and delicate work was like asking a Godzilla to embroider.

"I...I'll try."

Chu Hang stretched out his right hand, aimed it at the small stone, closed his eyes, and carefully tried to mobilize the primordial power within his body.

An invisible wave suddenly spread out, visibly distorting the surrounding air. Logan, leaning against the tree, widened his eyes instantly, the cigar in his mouth falling with a "thud" to the snow. He smelled it again—that scent that made his fur stand on end, the scent of "the divine"!

Large beads of sweat appeared on Chu Hang's forehead. He felt as if he wasn't controlling his power, but rather wrestling with an invisible cosmic beast.

The pebbles on the rock finally reacted.

Instead of moving, it began to vibrate violently at a high frequency, emitting a buzzing noise, as if it were about to explode on the spot at any moment.

"Control it! Chu! Command it with your mind!" Steve shouted encouragement to him from the side.

With an extremely faint cracking sound, a hairline crack appeared on the surface of the pebble.

It's over. Chu Hang felt a chill in his heart; he was going to fail. If this continued, the pebble would be pulverized by the violent energy, and he would lose face big time.

Just as he was about to give up and pretend to faint, Steve's words struck him like a bolt of lightning, shattering his chaotic mind.

[Willpower... the serum amplifies a person's entire being, including their willpower...]

Yes! Willpower!

How could I be so stupid! I've been using my willpower—a mere mortal's rope—to try and pull on this cosmic behemoth, the Cosmic Cube! Of course it's difficult!

But what I possess now is... "Super Will," which has been geometrically enhanced by the Super Soldier Serum!

It is the rein used to tame wild beasts!

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Chu Hang's entire demeanor changed. He stopped desperately suppressing the violent energy and, for the first time, tried to "understand" it and "guide" it.

He imagined the unwavering willpower of a super soldier as incredibly flexible golden threads in his mind, and carefully and gently wrapped them around the restless spatial energy.

The command in his mind was no longer the brutal "Move it, you bastard!", but had become a gentle and persuasive guidance:

"Hey buddy, calm down... yeah, just like that... see that little rock over there? Go say hello to it, be gentle..."

The next second, a miracle happened.

The energy that had been rampaging through his body actually calmed down little by little under the soothing influence of his "super will." A wisp of extremely thin blue energy, like an obedient child, gently followed the guidance of his willpower and was separated from the massive energy matrix.

Chu Hang suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils seemingly sparkling with starlight.

That tamed energy silently wrapped itself around the pebbles on the rock.

There was no violent shaking, and no harsh noise.

Under the astonished gazes of Steve and Logan, whose jaws nearly dislocated, the small black pebble, swaying gently as if pulled by invisible threads, floated up from the rock.

One centimeter, two centimeters... Finally, it hovered steadily in mid-air, completely still.

Chu Hang was overjoyed! This proved that he had finally found the correct way to control this divine power!

However, before he could even feel happy for three seconds, a wave of dizziness and weakness swept over his brain. His vision went black, his legs gave way, and he collapsed forward uncontrollably.

The suspended pebbles also fell down.

"Chu!" Steve darted forward and caught him firmly.

"I...I'm fine..." Chu Hang leaned against Steve's strong chest, panting heavily, his face ten times paler than when he was feigning illness. This time, his mental energy was truly completely drained.

"You...you succeeded." Steve supported him, his voice filled with disbelief, shock, and barely suppressed joy.

On the other side, Logan, who had been silent all along, walked over. He picked up the cracked pebble from the rock, examined it for a moment, then looked up at the exhausted Chu Hang with a complex gaze, as if looking at a rare prehistoric animal. He grinned, revealing a smile that was a mixture of wildness and a hint of approval.

“Kid,” he slowly exhaled a smoke ring, “you’re a monster.”

"...It's an interesting monster."

After saying that, he stepped forward and put the pebble, which still carried his body heat, into Chu Hang's shirt pocket.

"Keep it, kid. Consider it your... first trophy."

They helped the almost unsteady Chu Hang back to the cabin. The others inside were shocked to see Chu Hang looking even weaker than before.

“He’s just exhausted and needs rest,” Steve explained to everyone, his tone filled with undisguised relief. “We’re trying to get him to control that power. It’s too dangerous; if he doesn’t learn to control it, it’ll be a huge threat to himself and to all of us.”

"Can...can you control it?" Farsworth asked in a low voice.

Steve glanced at Chu Hang, who had his eyes closed and was breathing weakly, then at the black pebble peeking out of his pocket, and his eyes became incredibly determined.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “I believe in him, he can definitely do it.”

Logan sat silently smoking a cigar, saying nothing, but his beast-like eyes gleamed with a light that no one else could understand.

Chu Hang wasn't actually asleep; he was simply exhausted of mental energy, too weak to even move a finger. He touched the cracked pebble in his pocket, yet felt a profound sense of control over everything.

It starts with taming a single grain of sand, and then comes mountains, rivers, and the whole world!

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps, almost causing someone to stumble, came from deep within the woods, growing louder as they approached. It was Jones, who was on lookout duty on the outer perimeter.

He scrambled into the cabin, his face contorted with apocalyptic terror.

"Captain! Something terrible has happened! It's Hydra!" He shouted breathlessly, his voice trembling, as he leaned against the doorframe. "It's a massive Hydra force! They're everywhere! Our men spotted at least two battalions of Hydra troops in the eastern valley, equipped with Tiger tanks and energy weapons! They're conducting a thorough search of this mountain area! All the main roads down the mountain have been blocked by them!"

He cried out his last words in despair, his voice trembling with sobs:

"We're...surrounded!"

Chapter 47 We've Been Surrounded

"Captain! We...we're surrounded!!"

The house, which had just regained some warmth thanks to a bowl of hot soup after surviving a disaster, was instantly frozen back to freezing point.

The Roaring Commando veterans, who were just bragging and complaining about how black bread could be used as bricks, suddenly froze, their expressions as if a pause button had been pressed.

Dugen, holding the water bottle, had his mouth open, but forgot to drink.

Denil, chewing on jerky, had his cheeks bulging and forgot to swallow.

On the battlefield, these three words are practically a death warrant from the King of Hell.

Especially in this godforsaken snow-covered mountain, supplies are cut off, ammunition is running low, and outside there are enemies several times their size, and they're even carrying those unreasonable iron tortoises like tanks...

This is no longer a situation where one foot is already in the grave.

He lay his whole body inside, just waiting for those bastards from Hydra to come over, cover him with a board, and nail it in.

"What's the panic! Stand up straight, all of you!"

A deep, steady shout, like a thunderclap, abruptly shattered the suffocating silence.

It's Steve Rogers.

Before I knew it, he was standing in the center of the room.

His blue combat suit seemed to radiate holy light in the dim firelight, instantly making him the pillar of support for everyone.

"Damn it, it's always the captain who's showing off..." Chu Hang muttered to himself as he leaned against the wall, pretending to be dead.

To be fair, he really nailed the persona of an American spiritual leader. If this were in later generations, he'd be a top-tier idol, able to command a fanbase stretching from New York to Los Angeles with a single call to arms.

Steve strode up to Jones, who was nearly collapsing to the ground, and firmly supported his shoulder with his large, calloused hand. His eyes, bluer than the sky, looked directly at him, and he asked, each word clear and forceful:

“Jones, look at me. Take a deep breath. Now, tell me, how many enemies are there? What is their equipment like? Where are they located exactly?”

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable magic. Jones's body, which had been trembling violently with fear, miraculously calmed down.

"Report, Captain!" He straightened up abruptly, as if his courage had been restored. "I...I saw it! At least two full-strength battalions! There are Tiger tank track tracks in the snow, more than one! And...and those blue energy weapons! Their encirclement stretches from the valley in the east all the way to the cliff in the west, blocking all our routes down the mountain!"

Hydra energy weapons!

Every word was like a cold hammer, striking everyone's hearts hard.