The clothes he was wearing were obviously a size too small, making him look like an adult dressed in children's clothes—quite comical.

However, he felt better than ever before. His body was filled with a powerful strength, and this sudden surge in ability even gave him the illusion that he could take on the world.

But he quickly calmed down, because he knew that this feeling was just an illusion.

In the Marvel universe, the super-soldier serum injected into Captain America, Steve Rogers, could only be considered a relatively low-level stroke of luck. It merely unlocked the full potential of a human, allowing one to reach the peak of human capability.

But humans have their own limits. Even at the peak, they still pale in comparison to many other races. For example, in terms of sheer strength, even Spider-Man can easily overpower Captain America.

Don’t be fooled by the later movies, where even when fighting Thanos, Captain America still manages to hold his own as a main force, seemingly able to go toe-to-toe with anyone. In reality, what’s strong isn’t the super-soldier serum, but Captain America himself.

He’s the protagonist!

With the protagonist’s aura, he can even go toe-to-toe with Thanos for a short time.

And the Winter Soldier, Bucky, who also received the super-soldier serum, could fight Steve Rogers to a standstill in the early days, with a fifty-fifty record.

But by the time of Infinity War and Endgame, he was basically just a super-soldier with a gun. Thanos’s minions included countless powerful alien races, and the potential of the human race really only amounted to a skinny little monkey among them.

Thinking about those later supervillains who could destroy worlds or even manipulate space and time, Brian Carter immediately sobered up from his slightly inflated mood. He needed to keep a low profile, to survive.

Still, after fusing with the super-soldier serum, Brian Carter’s strength had improved tremendously. On present-day Earth, it should be more than enough.

But right now, Brian Carter could only be considered to have reached the peak of human physical strength; his combat skills were still lacking. That was the next gap he needed to fill.

Captain America’s strength wasn’t just about reaching the peak of human development—his mastery of combat skills was also a huge advantage.

Anyway, Brian Carter didn’t have much else to do next. All he needed to do was write in his diary every day. He wasn’t in a hurry for now. After all, if he got a reward from the first lottery, why worry about not getting a second or third?

As long as he kept writing his diary step by step, it was only a matter of time before he became stronger.

Brian Carter quickly washed up, then went out to buy a brand-new set of casual clothes. Because his height had suddenly shot up and his weight had increased, the fitted clothes he’d bought before no longer fit. But for someone like him, a third-generation rich kid, that was no problem at all. Besides having a million in cash on hand, his family also sent him ten thousand US dollars every month as living expenses—an amount that 99% of American office workers couldn’t earn in a month no matter how hard they worked.

After changing clothes, Brian Carter decided to learn various fighting techniques, as well as how to use light and heavy firearms, to improve himself in all aspects. In this world, on the surface, capital still ruled, but with the rise of the supernatural, the trend was shifting toward the rule of the strong.

He had to improve his strength in this wave!

Fortunately, in a fully capitalized country, as long as you have money, there’s nothing you can’t learn.

He first went to Chinatown and found a martial arts school that taught Bajiquan, stating concisely that he wanted to learn it.

It was a rather mediocre martial arts school, with only a handful of students inside.

The owner, Henry Clark, was a middle-aged man. The moment he saw Brian Carter, his hair stood on end, as if he were facing not a young man, but a prehistoric beast. His martial artist’s intuition immediately sensed danger.

“Are you here to challenge the school?” Henry Clark asked warily.

“No, I’m here to learn Bajiquan!” Brian Carter shook his head.

Henry Clark was a bit puzzled. According to his martial artist’s intuition, Brian Carter was like a humanoid beast—was he really here to learn martial arts?

“As long as you teach me as quickly as possible, I’ll give you ten thousand dollars!” Brian Carter said.

Hearing this, Henry Clark’s eyes immediately lit up. There weren’t many young people this generous these days. It wasn’t that he was greedy, but he really needed the money to get by.

After Brian Carter paid a five-thousand-dollar deposit up front, Henry Clark immediately began teaching him Bajiquan. He had expected to proceed step by step, especially since Brian Carter was already past the best age to start martial arts, but he never imagined that Brian Carter would pick it up so quickly—it was downright terrifying.

The basic skills that would take a normal person several months to master, Brian Carter had completely grasped in just one day. The speed caught Henry Clark completely off guard.

For the next three days, Brian Carter came early every morning and left late at night. Under Henry Clark’s guidance, Brian Carter’s mastery and understanding of Bajiquan improved at an astonishing rate.