Chapter 79: Foundations (Patreon)

Ethan carried a small list folded into his palm as he walked into the pharmacy. To anyone else, it would’ve looked like an errand list: toothpaste, bandages, rubbing alcohol. What he actually needed was something very different.

The fluorescent lights hummed above, reflecting off neat aisles of medicine and hygiene products. Ethan moved casually, the way a bored teenager should. But his eyes scanned labels with the focus of a surgeon.

Glycerol. He plucked a bottle off the shelf, tucking it under his arm.

Sterile saline packs. Not essential, but useful for diluting samples.

Plastic syringes and pipettes. Cheap, flimsy, but enough for temporary measures.

In his head, the calculations were already running: glycerol at 10–20% concentration should protect proteins and nucleic acids in Roughhouse’s blood, preventing freezer burn. Sterility was a joke here, but contamination didn’t matter unless he planned to transfuse—which he didn’t. This was about preservation and study.

When he dumped the pile on the counter, the cashier raised an eyebrow. “Science fair coming up?”

Ethan smiled thinly. “Something like that. I’m just doing an experiment with my little brother this weekend.”

The lie rolled easily off his tongue. It wasn’t worth drawing attention by being too clever. He swiped his card, collected his bag, and walked out into the cool afternoon.

Felicia’s apartment was his next stop. The building was nicer than he expected—clean hallways, a faint trace of expensive perfume lingering in the stairwell. He rang the bell and waited.

The door cracked open.

Felicia Hardy stood there, towel wrapped around her, another clutched in one hand as she dried her hair. Her skin gleamed with the faint sheen of fresh water.

For half a second, Ethan froze.

Felicia raised a brow. “Well, this is bold. Most guys at least buy me dinner before showing up like this.”

Ethan coughed lightly into his fist, forcing the atmosphere back into something manageable. “I’m not here for that. Save that kind of talk for Peter.” He held out a sleek black card.

She blinked, accepted it, and slid out a card. “What’s this?”

“Double what you spent patching up Delilah,” Ethan said flatly. “It wasn’t your responsibility. Consider it an apology for the inconvenience.”

Felicia smirked, her lips quirking as she twirled the card between her fingers. “Careful, kid. You start buying me off this easily, I might get ideas in a few years.”

Ethan met her gaze without flinching. “Don’t. I like our current relationship the way it is.”

That got a laugh. She stepped aside as though to invite him in, but Ethan was already turning away. “I have to go,” he said over his shoulder. “Once the laundromat is finished, I’ll set up the equipment in the basement for you. It’ll only be the bare minimum, so you’ll have to let me know later if you want any specialized.”

Felicia leaned against the doorframe, watching him go. “Thanks, kid, I’ll be sure to do that. I’ll get in touch later.”

Ethan didn’t look back, but he filed the thought away.

The Newark Print Shop was louder, busier, but in a way that pleased him.

Workers wheeled in equipment, power tools buzzed, and ladders leaned against fresh paint. The presses were nearly ready, wires dangling where final checks still had to be made. The contractor greeted him with a nod. “Oh, you were with that other guy, right. Well, let him know another day or two, tops. Then it’s yours.”

Ethan walked the floor, eyes flicking across the machines, the offices, the ventilation. On the surface, it would be a newspaper. But beneath it—beneath his guidance—it would be a mouthpiece. A machine that would allow him to control the narrative and in turn control the people’s minds.

He paused in the middle of the room, taking in the hum of construction. ‘Oscorp’s fall could be our first issue. A story to light a fire under the city. From there, it spreads. We won’t just report news. We’ll shape it.’

A faint smile tugged at his lips. He left the workers to their noise and slipped back into the streets.

By the time Ethan returned to the hotel, the day was cooling into evening. He carried the pharmacy bag carefully, not because it was fragile, but because he didn’t want to have to go back to buy some more.

Inside his room, he locked the door, laid everything out on the desk, and went to work.

The glycerol mixed easily with sterile saline. He worked slowly, deliberately, even though the tools were crude. Pipettes, plastic tubes, a borrowed funnel. All temporary, but enough. He went to the fridge, unscrewed the canister, careful not to waste a drop of the Asgardian blood inside, and introduced the solution. Then he sealed it tight, labeled it with nothing more than a black marker line, and placed it in the small freezer compartment above the fridge.

Behind more of the untouched soy products his mother insisted on buying, the canister slid neatly out of sight.

Ethan stood there, hand still on the fridge door, staring at it for a moment longer.

‘This is a seed of potential. Asgardians aren’t gods—they’re biologically perfected humanoids. If I can unravel the genome, map the resilience, then every limit humanity has placed on itself begins to crack. Strength. Healing. Longevity. All locked in those strands of DNA.’

He closed the fridge with a quiet click.

Later, tea in hand, he sat at his desk with his laptop, its glow painting his face pale in the dark room. He began searching. Not the surface-level fluff that high schoolers skimmed for science projects, but the in-depth studies buried in academic journals and restricted forums.

Fields I need to master by next week:

·       Advanced genetics, specifically CRISPR-Cas9 techniques.

·       Comparative xenobiology—though in this world, it wasn’t theoretical.

·       Hematology and protein structure stability.

·       Viral vectors for DNA splicing.

·       Stem cell regeneration.

The deeper he dug, the longer his list grew. Not just knowledge, but equipment.

Equipment list:

Core Genetics & Molecular Biology Equipment

• PCR Thermal Cycler – amplifying DNA segments.

• Centrifuges (standard + high-speed ultracentrifuge) – for separating plasma, cells, proteins.

• Spectrophotometer / Nanodrop – measuring DNA/RNA/protein concentrations.

• Electrophoresis system – agarose + polyacrylamide setups for DNA/protein analysis.

• Autoclave & Sterile Hoods – sterilizing media, maintaining aseptic environments.

• Microscopes:

  • High-quality optical microscope (basic cell inspection).

  • Confocal microscope (detailed 3D cellular imaging).

  • Electron microscope (eventually — extreme resolution).

Cell Culture & Biotech Gear

• Laminar Flow Hood – sterile space for working with cell cultures.

• CO₂ Incubators – for growing human/animal cells.

• Bioreactors – to grow cells at scale (test organoids or tissue samples).

• Cryogenic Storage (liquid nitrogen tanks) – long-term cell/blood storage.

• Cell Counters / Flow Cytometer – analyzing populations of modified cells.

• Tissue Dissociators / Homogenizers – breaking down tissue samples.

Chemical & Preparation Equipment

• Refrigerators & -80°C Freezers – separate from hotel fridge storage, proper lab-grade.

• Balances & pH Meters – precision measurement.

• Vortex mixers & hot plates – mixing/reaction prep.

• Gas cylinders (CO₂, O₂, nitrogen) – for incubators and experiments.

• Custom cryoprotectant solutions – beyond glycerol (like DMSO).

DNA Editing & Sequencing

• CRISPR-Cas9 kits (commercial versions exist, but Ethan needs custom plasmids for Asgardian DNA).

• Gene Sequencer (Next-Gen / Illumina-style) – reading the Asgardian genome.

• Plasmid prep stations – building and editing DNA vectors.

• Electroporators / Transfection systems – introducing edited DNA into cells.

Digital & Data Infrastructure

• Bioinformatics workstation – high-end PC rig with specialized DNA mapping software.

• Private databases – both hacked academic archives and his own data storage system.

• Simulation software – predicting protein folding, mutation effects (like AlphaFold-level).

Safety & Support Systems

• Ventilation / Fume Hoods – to avoid toxic buildup.

• Emergency showers / eyewash stations – standard in bio labs.

• Backup generators – lab cannot lose power mid-process.

• Waste disposal protocols – or Ethan risks leaving incriminating biohazard trails.

Future Additions

• Automated Robotics Stations – streamline repetitive pipetting/testing.

• Synthetic Organ Printers (Bioprinters) – experimental, but could build tissues/organs.

• Mass Spectrometer – analyze proteins/metabolites in Asgardian blood.

• Nanotech fabricator (very long-term) – to integrate genetic engineering with material science.

He wrote it all down, neat and methodical. His handwriting was steady even as exhaustion tugged at his body.

When he leaned back finally, rubbing at his eyes, he let himself think it: One step closer.

The blood was safe—for now. The paper was nearly ready. The network was growing.

Tomorrow, he’d begin looking for a warehouse to make Luc Moreau’s. The lab would come after.

But tonight, he had the blueprint. And for Ethan, blueprints were always the first step toward reality.