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

In a cosmic mercenary tavern after a night of revelry, a tall, muscular rock 'n' roll thug, reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke, lay on a sofa, his head, covered in tangled, unruly hair, swaying back and forth like a lion's as he roared.

"Wolf, you're having another nightmare!"

On another sofa, a drunk man, still clutching a bottle of liquor, joked.

"I hate dreaming."

After a night of heavy drinking, Wolf sat up from the sofa, rudely pushed away a sexy female bartender patting him, took out a thick cigar, lit it, and pinched his brow in annoyance and headache.

"It's strange. I've been drinking in this tavern for a while now, and I've never seen you have a good dream. It's always a nightmare."

Could it be that the brutal and powerful mercenary in the universe is a coward?

The tavern was filled with powerful and famous mercenaries from all over the universe, and some people laughed.

"Wolf, tell us how terrifying your dreams can be?"

"In my dream, I was surrounded by a thousand enemies, all of them fully armed."

The gray-blue-skinned wolf, its scarlet eyes filled with irritation, slammed its fist on the bar, causing the entire bar to shatter.

"I blasted 998 of them with my favorite blaster shotgun, but I just couldn't catch the last two. What a piece of crap!"

The violent force shook the entire tavern. Everyone was stunned, looked at each other, and some chuckled dryly.

"This...this is your nightmare?"

"Do you like to dream?"

Unlike reality, not being able to smash other people's heads at will is as boring as only being able to drink one barrel of beer a day!

The wolf, exuding a wild aura, shook its head.

“Every time I find you, it’s in a bar filled with the stench of alcohol. When are you going to change your way of celebrating?”

An elegant alien woman with a beast-like head slowly walked in, protected by a group of heavily armed alien bodyguards of various appearances.

"Harelia?"

Seeing you first thing in the morning feels like a dream.

Upon seeing his agent, who frequently introduced him to tasks, Wolf burst into laughter.

"You've actually learned to insult people indirectly, that surprises me, Rob."

I've found you a good job.

With her sharp beak and fangs, Hareria covered her mouth and chuckled like a lady.

"I guarantee that no mercenary in the universe can refuse the reward for this mission, including you, the most powerful mercenary in the universe, Wolf!"

"Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Wolfy took a puff of his cigar with blissful enjoyment, put his hands behind his head, and propped his feet up on the remaining bar counter, speaking as if he were asking someone where they were going to take him for breakfast.

"Don't kill people."

"Not kill anyone?" Wolf raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed.

"Someone has offered an unimaginably high bounty for capturing two rare life forms in a place called Earth in the Milky Way."

Hareria didn't hide the mission from the others in the tavern, or rather, in her eyes, everyone except the Wolf was just a bunch of insignificant insects.

How rare is it?

The wolf sneered and arrogantly pointed a thumbs-up at itself.

"Speaking of which, if we're talking about rarity, I should be the most protected species in the universe. The entire universe should arrange for me to be paired with hundreds or thousands of beautiful girls, all vying to reproduce with me."

However, unlike those rare, weak, and foolish races, I earned my special status through my own efforts.

The expressions of the others in the tavern changed. They remembered the legends about the universe's strongest mercenary, and for a moment they didn't dare to breathe.

The Zanians were a powerful cosmic race, possessing not only unparalleled superhuman physiques but also the ability to be immortal, making each one like a god.

From the moment Wolf was born on Zania, violence and madness accompanied him. At the age of seventeen, he committed countless insane acts, finally going so far as to wield a butcher's knife against his own people, slaughtering all the immortal beings on the planet.

He left him as the only Zanian in the universe.

No one can imagine the violent and brutal methods he used to kill all his surviving clansmen.

"A Kryptonian orphan."

Haleria held up one finger.

Kryptonians?

My God, there are still living Kryptonians in the universe at this time.

Shouldn't they all have turned into giant fireworks in the explosion along with that disgusting planet, which looked like an expired can of rotten meat?

The wolf's cigar twitched slightly as he put his hands down from behind his head, and a 'serious' look finally appeared on his face. His face was filled with madness, like a lunatic eager to grab a bomb and blow something to ashes.

For the Wolves, 'madness' is just seriousness.

"I've never tried smashing a Kryptonian's head!"

I wonder if the sound their bones make when I crush them with my precious chains will be different from other races—crisper sound, or deeper sound?

The wolf stroked his chin, pondering the problem like a scholar, while chuckling strangely.

"I hope this last Kryptonian will give me a more wonderful experience than smashing the skull of a Grantro."

He had smashed the heads of more than 17,000 intelligent races in the universe and considered himself an impeccable and knowledgeable doctor in this field.

"The focus is on another person; the employer requested that his preferred status be captured, even more so than that of a Kryptonian orphan."

Harrietia held up another finger as a reminder.

"What?" The most powerful mercenary in the universe was stunned.

Recommend a book.

At the summit of Qingyun Mountain stands the Changqing Taoist Temple.

The narrow path leads between the two worlds.

The celestial realm is the mortal realm, and the mortal realm is the celestial realm.

Power, wealth, and lust have all vanished like smoke.

One mountain, one viewpoint.

One man and one bear, witnessing all of humanity.

……

Let me begin the story from when I dropped out of university and returned home to become a Taoist priest...

174. Chapter 172 The World Destroyer

"Should we prioritize capturing them over capturing the last Kryptonians?"

Interesting, what makes him so unique?

Could it be that he has the most muscular and powerful muscles in the entire universe?

As he spoke, Rob, with the narcissism of a rock star, flexed his thick biceps.

"Rob, you've accomplished so many impossible missions, and people call you the most powerful mercenary in the universe. But this time is different. You should take it a little more seriously."

Even if there's no immediate danger to your life, a failed mission could negatively impact the pricing of jobs you can get from other clients.

Harriet smiled and swiped the screen on her wrist to send the mission details to Rob's communicator at his waist, adding a reminder.

"In addition, the employer required that they be alive—not two corpses with their heads smashed."

"Damn it, my nightmare has come true!"

The mission objective was finally challenging, but he couldn't kill anyone, so Wolf picked at his ear.

"I take back what I said before; sometimes reality is just as awful as a dream."

After downing a large glass of beer, Wolf casually tossed the glass behind him, as if accepting a bounty from a mad cowboy heading to the western wilderness. He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, calling to his mount.

"My little darling, it's time to hit the road."

Bang!

Buzz!

With a heavy roar of the engine, the heavy motorcycle, full of mechanical beauty and violent aesthetics, smashed through the bar door and came to a stop in front of the wolf with a beautiful drift.

Amidst the panicked gazes of the crowd, the wolf in the black studded jacket flipped onto the light-speed motorcycle he called Space Boar, twisted the throttle to the floor, and charged off like a streak of light, soaring into the starry sky to perform a space jump.

"Let's go! Hopefully, this mission will be somewhat fun!"

……

"This mission is our first mission."

We must not fail.

Inside a skull-shaped spaceship, the woman was nearly two meters tall, with grayish-white skin that looked as if it were covered in bone ash, and long hair that looked as if it were stained with blood. Her nose was short and thick like a lion's, and her black pupils seemed to have no trace of weakness or pity. Her whole body exuded a suffocatingly fierce aura.