Chapter 99:


    I must say, the Steve custom mod is incredibly enjoyable.


    Unlike other mods, this one doesn''t introduce new items or gamey features. Its sole purpose is to alter Steve''s texture and 3D model, transforming him from a blocky character into something more refined.


    However, using this mod in the game can be quite limiting. yers need to find a suitable MMD model with either a PMX or PMD file extension, which can be a challenging task. Additionally, the mod conflicts with many other mods, including high-definition texture packs.


    For instance, if you want to load a model of Jotaro Kujo from JoJo''s Bizarre Adventure, you''d first have to locate the specific model. Even then, if the model is too rigid, the movements may appear uncoordinated, necessitating additional adjustments.


    To be honest, unless you''re an expert, figuring out these intricacies can be quite difficult for the average yer.


    However, it''s important to note that the issues mentioned above are specific to the game. In the case of Fang Mo''s Stand, Steve Awakening, these concerns don''t apply.


    As previously mentioned, the Steve custom mod is akin to the Super Backpack mod, both of which are lightweight and offer unique experiences.


    When Fang Mo unlocked the Super Backpack, it wasn''t just Steve who gained something; Fang Mo himself acquired an extra space in his mind.


    And now, the same principle applies. Fang Mo discovered that both he and Steve possess the ability to swap "models," and the models don''t need to be sourced from the inte anymore. As long as he can construct the corresponding model in his mind, both Fang Mo and Steve can transform in countless ways.


    Truly, the Steve custom mod is a delightful experience.


    Fang Mo spent the entire night ying with Steve...


    Well, that doesn''t quite capture it.


    Fang Mo spent the entire night transforming and experimenting with Steve...


    Hmm, that doesn''t sound right either.


    Let''s just say Fang Mo and Steve thoroughly tested different transformations throughout the night. Ahem, that''s definitely a more urate description.


    After a night of exploration, Fang Mo learned various tricks. He discovered that his modeling ability extends beyond just altering Steve''s appearance. He can even create clothing, although it bes a part of his body and cannot be removed.


    In this aspect, the mod bears a resemnce to characters like Mystique from X-Men or A-Train from The Boys, where their clothing changes alongside their transformations.


    This convenience brings Fang Mo relief, as he no longer has to worry about his pants tearing when carrying a rocketuncher.


    However, just as Fang Mo was tinkering all night and had barely fallen asleep for five minutes, a knock echoed on his door.


    "Who''s there? Who dares to disturb me this early in the morning?"


    Fang Mo sat up on his bed, visibly displeased, and waved his hand towards the door.


    Unfortunately, due to his groggy state, Fang Mo''s control over the gravitational field faltered slightly. The next moment, a loud bang resounded as the entire door was violently torn from its frame.


    Outside the door, Charles stood in a state of perpetual knocking, looking puzzled.


    "Um, sorry..."


    Charles instinctively apologized. "I didn''t expect you to be in such a foul mood in the morning. Maybe I should have asked Emma to wake you up, so we could save money on door repairs."


    "It''s fine. I''ll get you an iron doorter."


    Fang Mo rubbed his temples, feeling a headacheing on. "You don''t usuallye to disturb me. What''s the matter?"


    "The Soviet Union has taken action under Sebastian''s instigation."


    Charles summarized the situation, saying, "When we captured Sebastian previously, it alerted their military. With Sebastian''s influence, the Soviets now believe that the United States intends to invade their territory. As a result, they''ve decided to expedite the deployment of missile bases in Cuba..."


    "Is that all?"


    Upon hearing this, Fang Mo simplyy back down. "You guys can handle it yourselves. I''m going back to sleep."


    "But Sebastian took a hydrogen bomb with him," Charles added.


    "That treacherous scoundrel!" Fang Mo jolted up from the bed. "Rascals like Sebastian should face justice from everyone. Wheelchair man, attack! I shall bring forth justice!"


    "..."


    Charles wanted to mock Fang Mo, but he didn''t dare.


    After all, the little wooden stick still rested on Fang Mo''s bedside. A few days ago, when Emma came to chat, Fang Mo jokingly referred to it as something rted to Charles'' treasure. He definitely wouldn''t dare to speak recklessly now.


    In any case, driven by the threat of a hydrogen bomb, these mutants quickly prepared themselves. They gathered in Hank''sboratory to obtain their uniforms.


    However, upon arrival, they found the ce in disarray. Beakers, test tubes, and broken instruments were scattered all over the floor, and Hank was nowhere to be found.


    Using his telepathic abilities, Charles discovered that Hank had fled to a warehouse.


    Deciding to retrieve Hankter, they proceeded to don their uniforms.


    "Do we really have to wear these?" Alex couldn''t help but voice his dissatisfaction upon seeing the peculiar yellow and ck uniforms. "Aren''t they hideous?"


    "Since we''re unable to withstand super gravity or stop bullets, it''s better to wear something that provides protection," Charles shrugged. He didn''t mind the uniforms at all. In fact, they fostered a sense of unity among the team, a feeling he quite liked.


    However, troublemakers always exist in this world.


    "Sorry, but I can withstand super gravity and stop bullets," Fang Mo interjected, raising his hand. "So whoever wants to wear this abomination can go ahead. I''m not going to wear it. No wonder you can''t match up to Sebastian. Your sense of style is about to go extinct, seriously."


    "Fine..."


    Charles nodded helplessly.


    There was no other choice. After all, the strong do as they please.


    Once dressed in their uniforms, the team assembled at the airfield, and Charles went alone to find Hank.


    When Hank arrived at the airfield, everyone was taken aback by his appearance.


    Previously, Hank was a tall, slender, handsome, and shy young man who wore sses, giving him a distinct scientist-like appearance.


    But now, for some inexplicable reason, he had transformed into a true humanoid beast. His face resembled that of a monkey or baboon, his once slender limbs had be heavily muscr, and he was covered in blue fur. He exuded an intimidating aura.


    "What the hell? Isn''t this Chen Dong in hister years?" Fang Mo couldn''t help but mock. "He even got himself new skin. Wow, ssic Dream Blue, right?"


    "Roar!"


    Hank growled angrily, although he refrained from attacking Fang Mo directly. Instead, he punched the wall beside him, leaving a small dent.


    "What... what happened?" Darwin expressed his concern. "Man, what''s going on with you?"


    "I created a mutant serum to eliminate physical abnormalities," Hank exined, gripping his head with both hands. "However, the serum didn''t remove those cells; it enhanced them instead. My research failed..."


    "No, it''s quite the opposite."


    Fang Mo stroked his chin and said, "I believe your research was a sess."


    "At a time like this, could you please stop pouring oil on the fire


    ?" Logan sighed while rubbing his forehead. "Can''t you see he''s upset?"


    "But I''m telling the truth," Fang Mo shrugged. "Think about it. The serum didn''t eliminate the mutant factor; it enhanced it. Just imagine Hank punching a hole in the wall with a single fist. What he created is truly revolutionary. It can significantly increase thebat capabilities of mutants, and it''s permanent. Isn''t that amazing?"


    "Hmm?"


    Erik seemed to grasp the concept. "So, he truly is a genius..."


    Nevertheless, the sensitive Hank couldn''t bear it any longer. He grabbed Erik by the throat and growled, "Roar! Don''t mock me!"


    "Hank, what are you doing? Let him go!"


    Charles hastily intervened. "Stay calm, stay calm. He didn''t mean to mock you!"


    "..."


    Reluctantly, Hank released Erik, who immediately clutched his throat and coughed.


    "Man, you look truly extraordinary now," Sean, the Banshee, chimed in. "No offense, but I can''t help but wonder if you can still fly this ne?"


    "Nonsense!"


    Hank shouted in anger before realizing his inappropriate reaction. Suppressing his instincts, he calmly added, "I''m the one who designed this ne..."


    Regardless of the minor incidents, the team boarded the ne and headed towards the Cuban blockade.


    During this time, Charles briefed everyone on the gathered intelligence.


    To begin, the Red Devil had betrayed their side after witnessing Fang Mo''s strength. Although they handed him over to the CIA for interrogation, the Red Devil, being a teleporter, managed to escape. It''s still 1962, and peopleck the knowledge to deal with mutants effectively, giving him a quick getaway.


    The Red Devil subsequently contacted Sebastian, learning about his ns for an expedited execution. Sebastian had acquired more powerful weapons, and he informed Emma about everything.


    Emma, possessing telepathic abilities herself, coborated with Charles using a makeshift brainwave amplifier. With her assistance, Charles essed confidential information from the Soviet side, uncovering the theft of a hydrogen bomb.


    Combining the information from both sides, it became clear that Sebastian possessed the hydrogen bomb.


    However, their intentions remained uncertain. Sebastian might aim to use the weapon directly or find a way to absorb its energy. Regardless, they had to stop him; otherwise, this war fanatic would undoubtedly trigger a nuclear war between the United States and the Soviet Union.


    It must be acknowledged that this beastly scientist possessed remarkable talent.


    The ne he designed was incredibly fast, swiftly bringing the team to the scene near the Cuban blockade.


    At this moment, the US and Soviet fleets confronted each other, separated by a distance of about twelve nautical miles, engaged in intense naval artillery fire.


    Within the center of these two fleets, a colossal cargo ship sailed slowly. It transported crucial supplies, including missiles, and was en route to Cuba for the deployment of missile bases.


    Observing the situation, the tension was palpable.


    If left unchecked, a full-scale war would soon erupt.