Thea's super-vision could see inside the body. Her circulatory system had been completely destroyed by rampaging electrical currents. Her organs were mostly carbonized, with only faint movents between her heart and lungs—residual electricity assimilating with her body.
But this process was excruciatingly slow. Theoretically, in seventeen or eighteen years, she'd be able to co back to life. Of course, that was assuming her body wasn't buried or deliberately destroyed.
Given that she was alone in the world, with no one to care for her, and had been tossed into a morgue, following her original trajectory, there was no way she'd survive.
This woman was similar to Poison Ivy—both had undergone irreversible life-form transformations due to foreign substances entering their bodies. The difference was that Ivy had too much vitality, while this woman had too little.
"Hook her up to IV nutrition. Maximum output," Thea told Deathstroke.
Three thick needles pierced her severely damaged skin. Various nutrients flooded into her nearly desiccated body. Ten minutes later, Thea watched a layer of electricity wrap around the woman's heart, which began to beat faintly.
"What abilities does she have that caught your attention?" Deathstroke asked thoughtfully.
"She can control and absorb electricity. When her body stores enough electrical charge, her explosive power and speed will increase dramatically. She can fire electrical shockwaves and move at high speeds between charged objects," Thea outlined several points she'd thought of in the short term.
"Oh, sounds impressive. But there's definitely a weakness, right?"
"Obviously. She got this power suddenly—her ntality will be completely unbalanced. The other thing is she's extrely vulnerable to water. She could easily wipe out a fully ard Army division, but she could also be defeated by a group of kindergarteners with water guns."
Seeing Deathstroke's expression darken, Thea quickly anded, "Kindergarteners is an exaggeration. But firefighters could definitely take her down."
"And you still plan to recruit her?"
Thea didn't answer imdiately. Livewire had equally pronounced strengths and weaknesses. You didn't need so genius scientist to figure out how to counter her—anyone with a few years of education could do it.
But her advantages couldn't be ignored either. Modern cities were packed with electrical equipnt that would provide her with enormous energy. Her mobility and destructive power were unmatched.
After thinking it over, Thea said, "With proper training, she'll be a valuable asset. Oh, and she'll probably need so attitude adjustnt. I can't stay here long. Leave the ring with you—give it to her once her arrogance is gone." Thea handed Deathstroke a replica yellow ring.
Ti moved toward evening. With continuous nutrient supply, Livewire's carbonized body began cracking. Charred skin fell to the floor and shattered. The newly exposed skin was nearly transparent. Where blood vessels should have been, electrical currents now flowed.
"I... where am I?" Livewire sat up groggily. She first clenched her fists, watching the electricity dance across her palms in a daze. Then she beca alert and examined her surroundings.
Various intimidating instrunts. In the distance, dozens of fully ard n standing at attention.
So organization's base! That was her first thought. I'm an experintal subject who's been modified. It wasn't a strange conclusion—Arican movies were full of these exact plots. Her thoughts naturally ran in that direction.
"Ms. Leslie Willis, do you rember what happened before? I saved you. Otherwise, you'd be lying in a morgue right now." Thea noticed her eyes were unfocused, but she wasn't screaming like a lunatic, which was a good sign.
"Who are you?" Livewire's gaze automatically skipped over the two-ter-tall, bear-like Deathstroke. Not because he wasn't intimidating—the man was a walking nightmare, standing there with twin swords and a stern face, the kind who'd normally terrify any sane person.
But today, Livewire's attention was drawn to Thea. Unlike Diana's heroic classical beauty, Thea—having entered mid-demigod status—embodied modern aesthetics more closely. Combined with her extensive knowledge, her overall presence had reached another level. Even other won rarely felt jealousy when looking at her.
In public, Thea usually used magic to slightly alter her features, making her appearance less stunning. But in her own base, she saw no need to disguise herself, showing her true face.
"You recognize , don't you?"
The details were different, but the overall appearance remained. And with Livewire's enhanced body granting improved vision and hearing, recognition wasn't difficult.
She asked uncertainly, "You're... that billionaire? Did you bring here? You rich people are all the sa—not one decent person among you!"
Her tone had started normally enough, but then sothing set her off. Her voice turned shrill, and the lights in the base began flickering with her agitation.
"What do we do? She seems to hate rich people," Deathstroke said cheerfully, clearly enjoying the show. He wasn't worried about her attacking—his agility and strength now exceeded human limits. Combined with his masterful combat skills, superior physical condition, and vast battle experience, he feared no ta-human, let alone this newbie who didn't know her limits.
Thea remained unfazed. Livewire's class resentnt existed, but more importantly, the electricity was affecting her emotions. She couldn't control herself.
"I am a god!" The more Livewire thought about it, the angrier she beca. What little rationality she had was replaced by rampaging electrical currents. Her eyes rolled back white, and her entire body levitated. The electrical power in the base began converging on her frantically.
Several guards seed ready to rush in, but Deathstroke waved them back.
Thea was exasperated. Unlike Dr. Light—a middle-aged man with a wife, children, a happy family, and a comfortable middle-class inco—this host was struggling. She'd endured all kinds of contempt in life. Without proper guidance, she'd definitely beco a villain.
Blue light flashed between Thea's fingers. Water Shield. A water-blue mbrane covered Livewire's body.
Violent electrical sparks erupted. The forr host's majestic floating form couldn't be maintained. She fell to the ground like a dead fish, trembling violently. She'd short-circuited.
"Why won't you just listen? I told you—I'm here to help you. Think about what happened to you before. Without , you'd be dead," Thea crouched beside her, speaking unhurriedly.
Livewire wasn't sure if this was true or false, but her current powerlessness was undeniable. With the rampaging electricity gone, her naturally cautious personality resurfaced.
Never having seen magic before, she assud Thea had implanted sothing inside her—just like in the movies. Realizing she was fish on a chopping board, she beca completely docile, putting on a flattering expression as she waited for Thea to continue.
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