Wesley was shocked again. He had actually seen the Titanic advertisement at the dock. The first flight on April 10, the largest passenger ship in the world. Wesley would not have remembered it without seeing the advertisement.
"I suggest we take this ship," Apple said.
"Why?" Wesley asked in surprise. This ship is going to sink.
"Have you thought about it? Are you going to live in your current body forever?" Apple's words puzzled Wesley.
"What do you mean?"
"It's only 1912. If you stay the way you are for nearly a hundred years, you will be very famous."
"Ah… I see. So what do you think I should do?"
"Get on this ship and wait for him to be silent. Then, choose the body of a dead person and occupy it. Let your own body be preserved in the internal space and you can appear again as your son in the future."
"This method of yours is really…" Wesley didn't know how to describe it. Being his son? Such a strange idea. He wondered if it was the wisdom brought by the upgrade.
Wesley thought for a moment and said, "That's the only way. You can't blame me for leaving you to die."
"You have already treated Marvel Universe as your home, so in order to return home, you can't invest too much emotion here. Although it hasn't been confirmed yet whether we really crossed space, we have to be prepared. And this ship has a lot of wealth, we can do a lot of things when we escape."
'You mean collecting the wealth of all the passengers?'
"That's right. Just taking cash is a huge fortune. There are no credit cards in this era. People carry a lot of cash and jewelry."
"Okay, let's do it." Wesley made an excuse for himself, although he is also a foreigner now.
Wesley bought a ticket directly. The lowest price for a first-class ticket was 30 pounds, the lowest price for a second-class ticket was 12 pounds, and the lowest price for a third-class ticket was 3 pounds. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this was a golden ship. Wesley bought a first-class ticket and spent 50 pounds directly. Then he left. He still had time. He went straight to order two suits and leather shoes, prepared a suitcase, and then found an inn to stay.
As he waited for the ship to sail, Wesley liked nothing better than to put a chair on the balcony again, make a cup of coffee, and smoke a cigar to think about his future path.
The first person to appear in the Marvel Universe was World War II-era Steve Rogers, and it was not easy to get access to him. That was an extremely secret research project, and the serum used by Captain America was the most successful one. As for the idea that Wesley did not use the serum, he did not want to make himself so strange. It is not bad now, but it is not bad to study it.
In that case, if he wanted to get in touch with Captain America, he had to occupy the upper echelons of the United States either politically or militarily. However, politics was what he hated the most. Military was different. If he became a soldier, it would be a good choice. After all, he had been an assassin and an agent. It might be interesting to go to the army to mess around now. After all, he had to stay here for a long time. He had to let himself have something to do.
To Wesley, making money was a side business. A real side business. The advantages he had were too great. No one could stop him from moving forward unless they killed him. Wesley could only chuckle at that.
After confirming the idea of entering the army, Wesley was actually a little excited. For this, he could only put it down to himself being a militant, or that his body was full of risk-taking factors.
"I have to inform you of something," Apple said to Wesley the day before they boarded the ship.
"What is it?"
"Something extra in your genes?"
"A little more? What do you mean?"
"It means that your genes have changed a little. I found it long ago, but I haven't figured it out yet, so I'm telling you now."
"Because of the radiation from the nuclear explosion?" Wesley frowned. This is not good news. I hope I don't become weird.
"Maybe. I'm not sure about the details. There was a lot of energy at that time, and your body crossed over. There are many possibilities, but we can't do experiments now. We can only observe the changes in your body in the future. Now it's just a change in the schedule. It will take time to see the difference, but you are ready to change your body. We can only talk about this later."
"Well, at least I can change my body now. At most, I can get plastic surgery in the future," Wesley said through gritted teeth. After coming to this era, a lot of things that shocked him have happened, and he has now learned to accept them.
Early the next morning, Wesley carried his own luggage, dressed in a custom-made suit and leather shoes, and took a certain number of top hats to the dock, where he boarded the cruise ship destined for silence.
Wesley lived in a first-class cabin, but it wasn't top-notch. It belonged to the lower class of first-class cabins. The best room cost £870. Wesley couldn't afford it, but that didn't matter. He was going to choose a body and rob the shipwreck of its wealth.
Passengers boarded the ship one after another, and the dock was filled with people who wanted to see him off. This era meant a long separation for people who traveled far, so sending him off was a must. But Wesley was alone in his room and did not go to watch the fun. Those people reminded him of his family and friends, so Wesley simply meditated in his room.
As the whistle sounded, the Titanic left the dock and headed deep into the Atlantic Ocean. The specific sinking began the countdown. Only then did Wesley walk out of the cabin and stand by the side of the ship, lighting a cigar and watching the sea as he smoked alone.
The sea breeze could not ruffle his short hair. The Atlantic in April was cold, and few people came out to walk around. The time when the ship was really lively was at night. Now everyone was packing their luggage and conserving their energy, waiting for the night to come. Only after the madness could people sleep on the lonely sea without being disturbed by the sound of the waves.
Wesley smoked a cigar and then returned to his room to meditate. This was something that had to be done every day. The space gem required a lot of energy and Wesley did not dare slack off. His desire to go home urged him to meditate diligently every day.
When night was about to fall, people came out one after another and headed to the dining room. After the daytime rest, everyone was now full of experience. After dinner, it was time to party. Everyone looked expectant.