The new product looks like a big win.
{Marvel Super Soldier Serum}
{Super Soldier Serum from the Marvel universe. Enhances metabolic function and overall physiology so a user reaches peak human potential. Designed for the mass production of super soldiers.}
{On use, comprehensively boosts attributes: strength, toughness, impact resistance, recovery, nerve reaction, and brain utilization. Multiple doses do not stack.}
{Price adjustment: World correction −10%}
{Item module: 18,000 euros per dose}
{Alchemy table recipe expansion: 180,000 euros}
{Technology expansion: 270,000 euros}
Rocky reviews the module sheet and downloads the alchemy table recipe expansion.
The serum's strengthening effect fits him. The price also fits, even if it means he may owe Vik more for a while.
In Night City, everyone wants better bodies: edgerunners, gangs, and even corporate troops. Not everyone is a Chrome maniac. Raw power still matters.
The market has plenty of body enhancers. Most are weak. Biotech prosthetics exist, but that tech is still maturing and not widely available.
By contrast, this Super Soldier Serum hits hard. Even a skinny kid can turn into a solid, muscle-tight frame. Not just muscular, but a body tuned to the edge of human potential.
Think of the Animals gang, who use hormone stacks to bulk up. If they hear about this, they will hunt it and bankrupt themselves to get it.
So Rocky chooses the serum as his following product line without overthinking it.
He installs the module, heads into the studio, and opens the formula. Like the stimulant, the serum uses secondary semi-finished materials. This time, there are more of them.
That raises complexity and production time. It also creates room to work. With more dials to turn, he can tune a weakened variant later.
He will not flood the street with "Captain Americas." It's enough if the effect beats every enhancer on the market and stays competitive.
He studies the bill of materials and frowns. Compared with last time, more inputs are rare. Prices are acceptable, but suppliers are scarce.
Rocky works the terminal. Supplier sites. Black market boards. Contact chains.
The search runs harder than he expected. It takes two days of crawling forums and calling people to source the complete list. Delivery takes another three. Five days total before everything sits on his bench.
…
With the alchemy table cycling, the last step finishes.
Blue liquid rests in several vials. Compared with the comic's idea of the serum, the module outputs a concentrated version. One dose is enough.
Use is simple. Inject—no special method needed. The activation process is the part he cannot predict.
Rocky chooses to test on himself first. The recipe comes from the system. The analyzer backs it. There should be no harm.
He calls Vik to the clinic to record clean data and handle surprises.
"What is this?" Vik asks, eyeing the blue vial Rocky hands him.
"New medicine. Super Soldier Serum. Boosts the body in all aspects."
Vik reads Rocky's face and understands why he was called.
"You plan to inject it?"
"Yes. Watch me, and log the changes."
"You sure it is safe? Any prior tests?" Vik asks on instinct. Standard drugs go through long trials before they touch a person.
"Absolutely safe. Trust me, Vik," Rocky says. He is confident the risk is low between the alchemy table formula and the workbench analyzer.
"Alright."
Vik wires up monitors. Vitals. Neuro response. Muscle tone. He checks all parameters and nods. "Ready?"
"Do it."
The needle slides in. Blue serum pushes into Rocky's vein under Vik's control. The dose is small. The injection completes fast.
Rocky lies back and focuses on his body.
Heat. Itch. Sleepy.
His eyes close.
When he opens them, Vik sits next to the bed. For a second, Rocky's gut flips like he time-traveled again.
"How long was I out?"
"Two hours," Vik says. "How do you feel?"
"Good. My thinking and reaction feel quicker. I have energy to burn."
He sits up and checks himself. Everything hums. Perception sharpens. Power sits coiled under skin. His build has not changed much, but the muscle reads denser and set.
"Your data is on the terminal," Vik says. The tone gives away that the numbers surprised him.
Rocky scrolls the readout. A ripperdoc reads numbers like a mechanic reads a dyno.
The sheet matches the promise. Body functions rise across the board, including metabolism. Former weak spots jump the most, smoothing out his profile. He reads less "strength-biased bruiser" and more all-round combatant.
The brain metrics rise, too. Reaction. Working memory. Pattern detection. The shape of the chart looks like a hexagon drawn tighter and taller.
"Superhuman?" he says, almost joking.
Vik laughs once. "You are still human. Just better at being one."
Rocky nods. The serum nudged him into a cleaner version of himself. No chrome added. No cyberpsychosis risk raised. A tool worth the price.
He looks at the vials and starts planning the following steps: batch size, margin, and a weakened variant to sell while keeping the best stock for himself.
The clinic's clock ticks on. Night City keeps moving. Rocky closes the terminal and stands—time to work.