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

"Could someone survive at the epicenter of a nuclear explosion?"

With a loud bang, as if a pot had exploded, the audience below the podium erupted in uproar, their mouths agape in astonishment.

Are you kidding me? Nuclear bombs have always been humanity's ultimate weapon. The world's peace over the past few decades is inseparable from nuclear deterrence. Now the White House is pushing out several superheroes who can withstand nuclear bombing?

Moreover, judging from the spokesperson's emphasis on the majority and the implied meaning in his words, it seems that apart from the Black Lightning who was just there to make up the numbers, the other three have the formidable ability to withstand a nuclear bombing.

How many members of the Justice League could survive a nuclear explosion?

Besides the Beyonder, are there any other superheroes who can reliably withstand a nuclear explosion?

What abilities do these three people possess?

"Now, I will introduce the capabilities of each member of the task force to you." The White House spokesperson was very satisfied with the audience's reaction, staring at the camera and sneering smugly.

"The era in which a few individuals used their power to place themselves above the constitution is gone forever!"

……

A gloomy villa, nestled in the woods of a remote mountain.

Even as an embryo, Luthor was genetically modified by the previous Luthor, giving him hundreds of superpowers and super vision that allows him to see people in the shadows.

A two-meter-tall, silver, streamlined body, smooth as cast iron, with a pair of red, miniature camera-like eyes.

"Amoroz?"

He silently repeated the name to himself. Was it the model number of the nanobot in front of him?

Anthony Ivo specializes in nanotechnology, and this robot may be his last work.

On the bed, one of Anthony Ivo's corpses lay outside the white sheet. The tall robot stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and gently picked up the hand, like a proper and considerate butler, tucking the white sheet around him.

Noticing this action, Luther's vigilance towards the robot's sudden attack eased slightly, and he was about to ask Anthony Ivo what his design purpose was in creating him.

Amodro stood up, his eyes scanning Luther's face. His smooth face flashed past Luther's. He raised his palm, looking at it with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, as if he had received a new toy he didn't know how to play with.

His palms would sometimes burst into flames, sometimes turn into stone, and sometimes extend and transform into swords.

"This is……"

Luther was stunned by what he saw.

This was all due to his abilities. Looking at the robot in front of him, an unbelievable thought arose in his mind, and he looked in shock at the corpse on the bed.

If it's really as he thinks, how did he create this robot?

"It's unimaginable."

When will the professor wake up?

He copied all of Luther's abilities at a glance, but the Demon Table lost interest after playing with it for only a couple of seconds, staring intently at the corpse on the bed.

"He hasn't spoken to me in a long time."

Damn it, Luther actually felt a sense of depression emanating from the robot in front of him.

Professor Anthony Ivo, you were indeed a unique genius, it's a pity you're dead.

"He will never wake up."

"Why?" Amozhu asked, puzzled. The professor usually woke up after about six or seven hours, but this time it had been more than seventeen hours.

"You miss him? Me too."

Amodro was like a newborn child, his understanding of the world was like a blank sheet of paper. Luther placed his hand on his shoulder, his voice slightly hoarse, his expression feigning sadness.

"But he is dead. He was my best friend when he was alive. Before he died, he told me that there was someone he wanted to entrust to me for care and guidance, and that I should introduce him to the world."

He might be talking about you.

"What is death? From now on, you'll be taking care of me?"

Amozhuo didn't understand and asked a series of questions.

"The issue of death is very complicated, and I will explain it to you in detail later."

Luther shook his head.

"You must listen to me as you would a professor, and take care of me as you would a professor, otherwise I will fall into a perpetual sleep like a professor, and you will be all alone."

“You are different from the professor.”

After staring at him intently for two seconds, Amodro shook his head, making Luther's heart tighten.

"What's the difference?"

“You are much stronger than the professor,” Amodro said earnestly.

"Yes, I'm stronger than my best friend."

Luther breathed a sigh of relief as he continued to coax Amojo, putting his arm around Amojo's shoulder and leading him to the window.

"But strength and weakness are relative. Let me tell you a story."

"story?"

"There was once a young man who was determined to create an empire and a better world. He went through many hardships and almost succeeded."

Gazing out the window, hatred flashed in Luther's eyes.

"But there are a few very bad people who don't want to see the young man succeed, so they attack and persecute him, forcing him to go into hiding."

Yamo Zhuo seemed to understand, but not quite.

Luther hadn't expected that even though he tried to use a simple and straightforward tone, almost like talking to a child, Amodro still wouldn't understand.

That young man is me.

But I will not be defeated. I will rebuild my empire from the ruins. However, my lifespan is limited, and I will find a worthy successor to inherit everything I have.

He looked at Amozhuo, but this time he didn't say anything. There was a young man.

“That person is you, and I will treat you like a son I have never had.”

Yamozhuo pointed at himself, bewildered and surprised.

An empire, a wonderful world—all would be given to him?

“That’s right, my first step now is to find a way to defeat those who ruined my career.”

Luther nodded.

"I will help you."

Yamozhu thought for a moment and said in a mechanical voice.

“Very good.” Luther could hardly contain his excitement.

This was much easier than he had imagined. His innate memories of Luther contained countless firsthand examples of manipulating people and deceiving others, but never had it been this simple.

The masterpiece that Anthony Ivo left behind before his death, resembling a newborn baby, may be the source of his hope for revenge and even world domination.

“Anthony told me about your replication program, but I don’t know what its limits are?”

Luther then probed in a familiar tone.

"The professor said that my evolution has no limits, it just needs time."

Amozzo looked at his hands.

“I just copied a lot of capability data from you, and I need time to build models that operate independently.”

"Does it take time?"

When Luther heard Amozzo say that his abilities had no limits, he was initially delighted, but then he frowned when he heard that it would take time.

It seems to be his fault. It is very difficult for a machine to load and run hundreds of programs at the same time without conflicting with each other and run smoothly. Mechanical intelligence must learn to optimize.

"Pity……"

If only Amozzo hadn't copied his abilities.

Clenching his fist, Luther knew that while his abilities were incredible to ordinary people, they were utterly insignificant to his enemies.

This is equivalent to hundreds of junk programs taking up space on Yamozhuo's operating system.

If Amozzo saw the Beyonders or Superman, and copied their abilities, he could probably defeat them simply by loading and running a few programs, without having to wait, and then combining them.

"We can only wait..."

Even though the flames of hatred were gnawing at his heart, Luther had no other choice, nor did he arrogantly think about optimizing Amozzo's physical performance.

In fact, he couldn't understand how Anthony Ivo had created this robot with a nanomechanical body and the superpower to scan clones with a single sweep.

Even for someone as gifted as Anthony Ivo, this defies common sense; it's practically a miracle that only exists in fantasy.

Luther even suspected that Anthony Ivo might have accidentally created Amodro before his death.

This wasn't out of jealousy, but rather because many great scientific creations did indeed occur at this particular time by chance. For example, gunpowder, which changed the history of world wars, was originally an accidental byproduct of alchemists in the ancient East creating alchemical artifacts called elixirs.

Unfortunately, Anthony Ivo is already dead, so he can no longer verify whether the other man got lucky or had a burst of inspiration before his death.

Luther shook his head, a sinister glint in his eyes, like a monster ready to devour its prey.

"But it's good that he died. If he hadn't died, how would I have had the chance to take revenge!"

"Superman, you who transcend, cherish your ignorant and peaceful lives! The ghost named Lex Luthor has returned from hell, and I will devour you all! This world will belong to me!"