I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

“Once I find the evidence, I will not just keep an eye on him; I will personally send Luther to prison.”

Clark clenched his fist.

"That person is very cunning."

You might not be able to find it.

David shook his head, not optimistic that Superman could easily find evidence: "Especially since the military was involved in that matter."

"..."

Clark remained silent. He wasn't a naive child; he knew that things would get complicated when official matters and politics were involved, since the judges responsible for trying cases and sentencing were part of the vast machine called the federal government.

"Speaking of the military, I have to visit someone before I go on my trip."

David muttered to himself.

The easily deformable Prometheus metal can grant people superpowers. He glanced inside the room, then his eyes flickered.

"who?"

……

In Mexico, USA, a five-story modern villa sits by a lake. It's a white, saucer-shaped building that exudes streamlined beauty and a high-tech feel from top to bottom.

"Everything is normal in the Southeast A4 area."

A group of elite bodyguards dressed in black patrolled the lakeside jungle with hunting dogs, constantly communicating through miniature earpieces to check for any unusual situations.

"B14 is normal..."

The security here is even stronger than that of the president of a small country.

The owner of this lakeside villa is Steve Dayton, one of the world's richest men. He is a world-renowned industrial tycoon whose conglomerate is involved in various industries, including military, medical, automotive, and rocket, with factories all over the world.

In the laboratory.

Steve Dayton, who looked middle-aged, looked like he hadn't slept for days and nights. His hair was messy like a bird's nest, and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes. This was completely different from the elegant, energetic, and slightly aggressive image he usually appeared on interview covers.

His eyes were bloodshot, but his exhaustion couldn't hide his excitement.

"It's finished, my masterpiece."

After completing the last weld, he removed his goggles and looked at the helmet before him as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

On the experimental table, a silver titanium alloy helmet lay quietly, looking much like a ski helmet that could be seen everywhere. But only Steve Dayton, who invented it, knew the technology contained within the helmet.

It touches upon the most mysterious realm of humanity—the brain and the mind.

"By wearing it, you can enhance brain function, stimulate mental energy, and achieve the ability to communicate telepathically or even control your mind."

The painstaking work was finally completed. Looking at the helmet, Steve felt parched. He grabbed the water glass next to him and gulped it down. He wiped his mouth hard and stretched out his hands, ready to try it on.

"Steve Dayton, you not only have a sharp business mind, but you are also a rare genius inventor."

A young, magnetic voice suddenly rang out.

"But isn't it a bit reckless to do this?"

Startled, like a frightened rabbit, Steve turned his head sharply and saw a young figure leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, casually looking him over.

It was as if this wasn't his underground secret laboratory, which cost hundreds of millions of dollars to build, but rather the entrance of any random supermarket on the street.

The person's body emitted a deep purple light, making him appear like a purple humanoid celestial being.

"The Purple Light People?"

When an outsider intruded into the lab, Steve's pupils contracted. He hurriedly put on the helmet on the table, pressed a button, and a red light flashed through the gaps in the helmet. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, regained some confidence, and smiled.

"I didn't bring Superman here, what are you doing here?"

"You know me?"

David has no intention of debuting as a superhero with the simple and casual nickname "Purple Light Man," so he doesn't care about the title.

"I remember I appeared in front of everyone just yesterday. It seems you've been paying attention to the supernatural?"

He glanced at the helmet Steve had just invented.

"of course."

His palms were sweating, but Steve kept smiling and secretly tried to use the mental power amplified by his helmet to read David's mind.

What does this monster, capable of single-handedly conquering a military base and defeating the Zero Armor, want from me?

But after all that effort, sweat beaded on his forehead and his face turned constipated, and he still couldn't get anything read.

"Did my Spirit Amplification Helmet fail?"

impossible! "

Steve stared wide-eyed, unable to accept that the culmination of his years of research was a failure.

"Your helmet is fine, it's just that your abilities are too weak."

David's casual remark made Steve's face darken.

112. Chapter 111 template integration completed.

David has extremely high resistance to mental abilities, so Steve Dayton's mental amplification helmet is completely useless against him.

Swish!

He flashed and the helmet appeared in his hand.

Before he could react, Steve felt a void on his head. He hurriedly reached up and found that the helmet he had just invented was gone. Looking at the other side, a chill ran down his spine.

As the creator of Prometheus, he was forced to cooperate with the military after the military discovered Prometheus.

David defeated and destroyed the armor made entirely of Prometheus metal. Steve Dayton had already seen the video, and he knew what kind of monster this person, whose whole body was radiating purple light, was.

"Putting everything else aside, with his speed, he could have easily plucked my head off like picking a flower from the roadside before I even had a chance to react."

"I was originally having some trouble figuring out how to get you to hand over the formula for Prometheus metal."

David weighed it in his hand twice and laughed, "In the end, you took the initiative to figure out the solution."

According to his historical trajectory, billionaire Steve Dayton will become a superhero after inventing the Mind Amplification Helmet, and will have a nickname: Mentor.

Regarding Prometheus Metal, this character in the comics is worried that the outflow of this metal, which can absorb energy indefinitely, would cause a crisis to the world, so it is not an easy task to get him to hand over the formula.

"So you really did come for Prometheus metal."

Cold sweat dripped down Steve's forehead. He was on high alert and took a step back.

"My invention of Prometheus metal is classified as top secret; even few people in the military know about it. How could you possibly know?"

"You don't have to worry about it."

David slowly put on his helmet.

The immense mental power extended outwards, enveloping the entire laboratory.

An unseen mental fluctuation swept over him, and Steve Dayton's brain, like a small boat adrift on a vast ocean, drifted uncontrollably, feeling dizzy.

"What is the formula for Prometheus metal?"

"Don't you even want to know!"

Steve shook his head vigorously, staring intently at David, and said firmly.

Even if it's a monster that's predicted to be harmable only by nuclear weapons, don't expect to get any information you want from him.

"Whether you are good or bad, the more people who know the formula for Prometheus Metal, the greater the risk of it being leaked."

The Purple Man seems to have some connection with the newly emerged vigilante Superman in Metropolis. Judging from the fact that he rescued Superman, the man in front of him may not be a bad person. However, regardless of the commercial value of the formula or its potential destructive power, he would not tell anyone.

"Under high temperature and high pressure conditions, it contains 33.1% vanadium, 59.7% titanium, 4.2% palladium, and 2.3% rhodium..."

David slowly recited an alloy formula, then asked a question.

"Is this a consumable type or a mutated type?"

"How do you know!"

Steve's expression changed drastically as he read out the alloy formula.

He immediately realized that his invention was a success.

However, he could not use the helmet to break through the opponent's mental barrier, while the opponent could easily read his thoughts with the helmet.

Don't think of elephants. When you see these words, the first thing that comes to mind is an elephant.

Steve, of course, wouldn't answer David's question, but he read the answer from Steve's subconscious and also learned something else unexpectedly.

"So you invented Prometheus metal by accident?"

Feeling a sense of novelty, after putting on the helmet, his mental fluctuations extended out like his hands and feet, and Steve's brain was like a constantly updated book, which he could browse at will.

"No wonder."

Feeling a sense of novelty, David looked him over, and some of his puzzling questions were answered.

Compared to Prometheus metal, which is as hard as the raw materials of divine artifacts, absorbs infinite energy, and grants superpowers, Steve's helmet, which he relies on to become a superhero, is like a child's toy.