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

The body seemed to sense urgency and danger, and its abilities grew rapidly.

In just two days, Clark's abilities improved significantly in all aspects, and he was even able to defeat himself the day before each new day.

……

Inside an underground fortress.

Luther's face darkened as he removed the remote-controlled bionic robot helmet-like controller.

"The invention of bionic robots was initially just a precaution."

Having inherited a vast fortune, he is likely to be targeted during this period, and androids can take the danger in place of his real self.

But unexpectedly, the situation has now become such that he can only manipulate the robot's body to appear in the sunlight, while his real body can only hide underground where it cannot see the sunlight.

The bad news doesn't stop there.

Luther attempted to purchase raw materials to forge the Iron Man to upgrade his armor and androids, but Sam Lane bluntly refused, warning him not to investigate military secrets.

Even though he used his connections within the military and government, the result was the same.

Some of the high-ranking military and government officials that Luther associated with didn't even have access to information about the Iron Warrior program.

laugh!

The experimental door was opened.

Luther, with a grim face, went to the laboratory on the third basement level of the fortress.

"gentlemen."

A scientist who had just finished listening to a report from one of his researchers came up, his tired face unable to hide his excitement: "Our experiment has made a major breakthrough. The first experiment to modify the mutability of three types of meteorites has been successful."

Luther frowned as he looked through the thick bulletproof glass.

Bang bang bang!

The sharp rifle bullets struck the test subject, but bounced off his indestructible skin. He swayed, his skin mimicked his movements, and he entered a state of invisibility.

Before the security personnel carrying guns could react, they were silently approached and their guns were taken from their hands.

The test subject's hands were scorching hot, the air distorted, and the rifle melted into molten iron that dripped onto the laboratory floor.

"How is it, sir?"

The elderly scientist, with graying hair and a slightly balding head, asked Luther with a hint of excitement in his eyes if he was satisfied.

If this project were carried out in the military, seeing the experimental result that one person could rival a special forces unit, even the most demanding general would applaud and praise it.

"Not bad, but not enough!"

But Luther showed no joy on his face.

If it were a few days ago, he would have praised the results of the experiment, but today the situation is different, and he feels a sense of urgency.

"Dr. Jones, I have invested billions of dollars in the Tiphon Project to date and brought you a truly luxurious research team."

The ultimate goal of this project is to create the perfect biological weapon with hundreds of abilities, capable of handling any situation and defeating all enemies.

"But now you've spent over a billion dollars and only completed the technological transformation of three capabilities?"

"Sir, with bio-modification technology that grants multiple abilities, it's only a matter of time before one hundred or even one thousand abilities are created."

A highly respected scientist who has won the Nobel Prize offered this reminder.

A one-to-zero ratio is a breakthrough, and a three-to-one ratio is also a huge breakthrough. This is why he is so excited. It can be said that the plan is 80% successful.

"I know.

But the problem is I can't wait that long.

Luther waved his hand impatiently, leaving no room for refusal.

“Starting tomorrow, I will participate in your project and work with you to conduct research and strive to complete the ‘Tiphon’ plan as soon as possible.”

Typhon, the father of all monsters in Greek mythology, possessed a hundred monstrous heads and a colossal, towering body. He was the bloodline of monsters such as the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, the nine-headed hydra Hydra, and the three-headed crow Cerberus. He once defeated Zeus, the king of the gods, and brought endless fear to the Olympian gods.

Luther named the project after two reasons: first, because these abilities came from those who had been affected by meteorites and developed strange powers; and second, because he had high expectations for them.

“A monster powerful enough to kill a god…” He pressed his hands on the control panel, looking at the experimental subject inside, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The original plan was for him to create the perfect biological weapon for his own use.

"The plan now has to be changed."

In Norse mythology, Odin, the king of the gods, sacrificed one of his eyes to gain supreme wisdom, hanging himself upside down on the World Tree for seven days and seven nights.

To walk freely in the sunlight again, instead of forever hiding in a dark bunker, he may have to pay a price, such as modifying himself.

118. Chapter 117 The Magical Vortex at the Bottom of the Sea

"What? Where did you hear about this?"

The lost trident was below, and Mera looked at David in shock.

"I have to warn you that the person who told you this news may have ill intentions."

The sacred trident that could command the seven seas, lost for countless years, has actually always been in the habitat of one of the races of Atlantis.

Nobody told me about this.

David looked down and stroked his chin.

It's unclear what the first king of Atlantis was thinking, leaving behind a series of clues, even pointing people to the Sahara Desert, but ultimately leading them to the interior of Atlantis.

Why can't we just say the trident is here? It doesn't seem mysterious enough.

"The Trench people are 'evolved' Atlanteans. In the process of evolution, they lost their intelligence and became monsters, which are stronger than ordinary Atlanteans."

Their reproductive capacity has also changed accordingly.

There are at least tens of millions of Trench Creepers living in the deep trenches below.

Mera swallowed hard, feeling that David was either completely unaware of the Trench's power or a madman.

"If you are really as powerful as you say, you can defeat Orm without the trident."

I suggest you go back and seize the throne.

What she really wanted to say was that if David wanted to commit suicide, he shouldn't drag her down with him.

"I have come to believe what you said earlier."

Mera deeply regretted that she shouldn't have responded with two cold laughs when David made those arrogant remarks; otherwise, things wouldn't be like this now.

"I have another use for the trident."

David chuckled, as if he hadn't heard what Mera said, and manipulated the gravity field to crash into the seabed.

Crossing the azure sea.

We arrived above a wide trench.

The dark, bottomless abyss of the sea is like a crack that has torn the earth apart, or a dead eye that silently watches over all creatures that come here.

After a brief pause, the gravitational field enveloping the two rapidly descended.

The unusual movement of the water disturbed the monster in the deep sea.

Standing nearly two meters tall, resembling a mutated fish-man, with sharp fins growing from its back and elbows, it cuts through the seawater, roaring on the seabed, its eyes filled with brutality, fiercely attacking the only light on the seabed.

Under the purple light, one could see countless hideous monsters emerging from the seabed like a swarm of bees, sending chills down one's spine.

In the deep trench at the bottom of the sea, David's face was calm, and his body emitted a purple light, like a purple lamp shining on the seabed. He manipulated gravity to control the water flow.

A huge vortex was created around him, with an influence spanning hundreds of meters.

Like a deep-sea whirlpool, the Trench Tribe roared and attacked, their screams like ghostly cries that sent shivers down one's spine. But once caught in the rapidly expanding whirlpool, they fell silent instantly.

The white vortex, resembling a star ring, surrounds the purple star, creating a beautiful scene.

David calmly and deliberately dived into the deep ditch.

The Trench Tribe was swept into the whirlpool, colliding with each other as if they had entered a giant meat grinder, their bones breaking and tendons snapping, and their blood spreading in the sea.

More Trench Creepers were lured in, like monsters swarming out of their nests, endlessly attacking, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands...

Like moths drawn to flames even at the cost of their lives, they wouldn't rest until they devoured any creature that entered the trench.

The vortex had been engulfed by too many Trench Creepers, and its force was no longer so fierce. Some Trench Creepers even broke through the vortex and crashed into his gravity field, being blasted away.

Mera was terrified, her eyes wide as she stared intently at the countless Trench creatures outside, feeling as if she could be torn to pieces at any moment.

David clicked his tongue, looking somewhat regretful.

"Unfortunately, these Trench people can no longer be called human."

As soon as he entered the trench, the Trench Clan attacked him frantically as if their lair had been overrun, but he gained no emotional points whatsoever.

More and more Trench Creepers are impacting the shield.

David began to accelerate, rapidly diving towards the bottom of the trench.

He wasn't worried that these Trench people could threaten him.