"I suddenly realized that having you symbiotically attached to me isn't such a bad thing," Natasha said with a hint of excitement, looking at her newly transformed dress.

"It's symbiosis! Symbiosis!" Yang Han retorted.

Natasha shrugged dismissively, "Yeah, yeah, symbiosis, symbiosis!"

Looking up at the sky, Natasha touched her stomach, which hadn't had food for a whole day and night, and headed towards a fast-food restaurant.

"I can replicate other people's genes and acquire their abilities. As a top agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you should know something about that, right?" Yang Han whispered slowly in Natasha's ear.

The more hosts a symbiote like Venom has, the stronger it becomes.

Moreover, when Yang Han was symbiotically attached to Johnson, he searched the internet and found no Iron Man or mutants.

Without even Iron Man, let alone Hulk, Spider-Man, or the Fantastic Four.

Additionally, Yang Han wasn't sure if this Marvel Cinematic Universe included the X-Men stories, so Natasha was his only sure bet, and now it proved to be a good choice.

Half an hour later, Natasha wiped her mouth with a napkin, surrounded by burger wrappers. She had eaten at least twenty to thirty burgers before feeling full.

Feeling a bit embarrassed by the stares from those around her, Natasha realized her appetite was indeed enormous.

For an average adult male, two burgers and a soda would suffice.

But for her? She had eaten nearly thirty burgers and drank seven or eight sodas. Although money wasn't an issue, she was worried about gaining weight!

Thinking about those who gained hundreds of pounds from eating like this, Natasha shivered instinctively.

She didn't want that. As a woman, a beautiful woman, she cared most about her figure and appearance.

"I don't remember ever having such a big appetite. It was normal before, but since you entered my body, my appetite has skyrocketed. This isn't because of you, is it?" Natasha asked coldly, squinting her eyes.

If it was, she'd rather give up this power than let this thing stay inside her.

Otherwise, she'd regret it when she became a few hundred pounds heavier.

"There's a bit of that factor, yes. After all, with less energy intake, you can't maintain your current life activities. And with your financial situation, you probably don't need to worry about food," Yang Han explained calmly.

"What do you know? Do you really think women eat less just because of money?" Natasha said, somewhat frustrated, unsure how to explain to this alien why women eat less.

"Then why? To seem easy to take care of?" Yang Han asked curiously.

"Typical alien. Once girls reach a certain age, they eat less, not because of money, but because they're afraid of gaining weight. Fat is a woman's biggest enemy. But even if I explain this, you, as an alien, wouldn't understand," Natasha said, feeling her future was bleak.

Thinking about herself being overweight, Natasha felt a headache coming on.

"Oh, you're afraid of gaining weight? You don't need to worry about that. Even if you eat ten cows a day, your figure won't change," Yang Han realized. Being a long-time bachelor, he didn't quite understand this. He thought girls just had small appetites.

So it was about being afraid of gaining weight.

"Hmm? Are you saying you can prevent weight gain?" Natasha said in surprise, her voice rising a few notches.

This caught the attention of those around her, and Natasha quickly got up, paid the bill, and left the fast-food restaurant.

Still a bit excited inside, she thought, "I suddenly realize that having you inside me isn't such a bad thing after all. Being able to change clothes endlessly and prevent weight gain, even if I don't want that power, I'd still keep you with me."

Yang Han: "???"

Yang Han was bewildered. This girl was reluctant before, and now she's saying this?

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea—impossible to fathom!

As a long-time single guy and straight man, Yang Han had no idea how much girls cared about those few extra pounds and their outfit coordination.

Gaining a few pounds meant dieting, and going out required trying on various outfits from the wardrobe, often lamenting about having nothing to wear.

A wardrobe full of clothes: ???

Walking down the street, Natasha suddenly frowned. Someone was following her.

As a top agent, Natasha was extremely sensitive to tracking and counter-tracking. After pondering for a moment, she headed towards a less crowded area.

She wanted to see who was following her, and the tracking skills were so poor that she could easily shake off her tail if she wanted. But she didn't want to do that; she needed some practice.

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In the alleys, twisting and turning, the number of pedestrians dwindled.

The people following her couldn't wait to reveal themselves.

Footsteps approached as a dozen burly men slowly surrounded Natasha, including both black and white men.

One of them looked familiar to Natasha.

"Boss, it's this bitch," a black man pointed at Natasha, his face full of flattery.

Natasha remembered. This was the guy she had taught a lesson not long ago, and now he wanted to cause trouble again?

"Premium goods, bitch. Let us have some fun with you, and this will be over. Who knows, you might even enjoy our big guys and serve us for free," the leading black man said mockingly, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Natasha's face darkened. Their words had angered her.

Normally, she had good control, and such foul language wouldn't provoke her, but this time it made her a bit angry.

This was also due to Yang Han's subtle influence. His ambitions weren't limited to this. He chose Natasha because he thought she was easier to control. Trying to control him? Impossible.

"Want to see the true power of our combination? Let's teach these bastards a lesson," Yang Han tempted at the right moment.

"Okay," Natasha nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Yang Han didn't hesitate. A black fluid quickly covered Natasha's entire body, transforming her from a beautiful woman into a menacing creature.

Feeling the continuous surge of power, Natasha was somewhat intoxicated. She felt like she could punch through a car, which she actually could.