Chapter 11: Chapter 11
A bright sunny day greeted Sam.
Winter was coming to an end. The remaining snow gradually disappeared. The birds appeared again and the greenery returned. At times dirty dogs wandered along the muddy roads of the wasteland.
But Sam was no longer one of those stray dogs. Now he was someone else or something else and he liked it.
Sam
Physique - 24.675
Agility 12.245
Endurance ---
Durability 24.675
Unknown element - 1.12
Status - dead.
The pulse was still in working order. After numerous physical tests, his level of improvement could be seen in numerical values.
Of course his body was no longer limited to one condition. He could become an impenetrable block of ice or, conversely, turn into humanoid-shaped water. In this regard, it was somewhat reminiscent of the T1000 from the movie. At any moment, he could manipulate his body at will.
In liquid form the durability of his body decreased dramatically, and in ice form durability increased even higher. Therefore, he selected the optimal balance of the body itself, in which it had sufficient power durability and mobility.
His current appearance roughly corresponded to his appearance before his rebirth into an elemental. A man over thirty with a short beard that he trimmed by hand with scissors and overgrown hair that he cut off himself only when necessary while still was a human.
Of course there were differences. Although he had quite a few gray hairs before, now all his hair was white-gray. Not only hair but his whole body was somewhat reminiscent of the color of snow, and he had to try to make his elemental body at least vaguely resemble a human one. The result would soon have to be checked, since there was no longer any point in continuing to sit in the wasteland even now.
And of course, he couldn't help but add some muscle to himself. Why not? His parameters are now so high that even if he looked like a bodybuilder, it would not reflect even a fraction of his real power.
Sam put on his old clothes, including a black coat, and went to check if Frank was back. His feet paddled leisurely along the dirt road while a light breeze played with his gray hair.
He waved his hand playfully and hundreds of ice needles formed around him, each one a meter long. They all took off and turned a large thick tree in the distance into a sieve. It's a pity that his "vision" has not yet exceeded 50 meters. If he spread his sensory fog further than ten meters, he gradually lost control over it.
However, he was still able to maintain a vision radius of 50 meters due to the fact that control was gradually lost and he simply developed the habit of regularly spreading fog around himself.
Although it somewhat consumed his element, the fog was microscopic and ephemeral. In addition, he instantly made up for everything spent so it was not bothering him.
- Not bad. - Sam commented.
Yes, now he could talk. Although he wasn't sure yet if his voice and intonation matched his old self, he was going to ask Frank about it.
The spirit of the water element as Sam called it or whatever it was that gave him this power could no longer limit him, at least as long as it was about his own body and the domain around it.
Even if we assume that for some reason he will not be able to influence the element around him in future, he will still never lose his own abilities again, at least until the entire essence of his element is reduced to nothing.
He still had to test all his capabilities, however, even what he had found out so far was enough for him to understand that now he no longer needed the hidden firearms.
Soon Sam came to Frank's garage again, but nothing had changed. Apparently he never returned.
They weren't that close, but it just so happened that he had no one closer than Frank. There was only one more good friend from the past, but even with him they had not communicated for a long time.
Sam himself moved a thousand kilometers away and gradually cut off contact with this friend, which made him feel a little awkward, because even the coat he was wearing now belonged to this friend.
During his worst times Andrew sent him around four hundred bucks which was small amount for Andrew. But Sam himself began to feel uncomfortable about this because he could not repay the debt. Although Andrew had many friends and many of them exploited Andrew, Sam did not want to become like them and get used to such freebies.
Sam touched the padlock on the garage and it turned into a piece of ice, after which he squeezed his palm and padlock shattered into small pieces like broken glass. Going inside, he began to look for something useful in Frank's workshop.
Initially, he had no intention of interfering in Frank's affairs, but now he didn't care. He will do what he wants and no one will stop him. Is it good or bad? It doesn't matter anymore.
Finding nothing interesting, he sat down at the computer and turned it on. To his surprise, there was not only electricity, even the Internet was still connected. Sam remembered Frank's email because he lit it up when he logged into his favorite game and tried to enter the email domain in the address bar.
In the end, he didn't even have to enter a password. The mailbox opened by default since no one except Frank was using the computer. Using the same method, he entered his messenger and soon found out enough.
Judging by the conversation with his daughter, he was actually drafted into the army. Moreover, the last messages were only from her and she was trying to find out where he was.
Frank is still relatively lucky. He received the draft notice earlier but ignored it. This time he was taken forcibly.
At least Sam now knew Frank's last name, that was enough for him. Although he had no intention of dragging the poor fellow out of the frontline personally, doing so indirectly would not be a problem in future.
Next, he started browsing Tube for any recent supernatural episodes and quickly found quite a few videos on this topic.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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