Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

"Robert! No!!"

Behind Rean came Elijah's maniacal roar.

The old man was quite resilient; his face was covered in blood, and he somehow managed to pull out a pistol from behind the rubble, staggering out.

He rushed to the side of the Knight Tyk, looking at his curled-up corpse, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, he screamed and fired repeatedly at Rean, "You inhuman monster! You damned beast, die!"

boom! boom! boom!

A series of bullets struck Rean's face, producing a soft metallic clang. At a distance of ten meters, this accuracy was quite good for a marksman.

Unfortunately, these small-caliber bullets with low propellant charge pose no threat to Rean; at the very least, aircraft cannons would be needed.

Rean symbolically raised his hand to block the bullet, mainly to prevent it from entering his nostril.

"It was Homelander who killed him, why did you shoot me?" Rean frowned, unable to understand his logic, and felt that this man was somewhat seriously ill.

If you don't dare to speak up when facing the real culprit, what's the point of taking your anger out on a scavenger like him? Do you think you're so easy to bully?

No matter how powerful the Homelander is, he still has to kneel down and call him "father." How come this old black man can't tell the difference between the king and the king?

"You two are birds of a feather! You both deserve to go to hell!" Seeing that he couldn't hurt Rean, the old man began to spew out foul language and curse loudly, venting his grief and anger. Most of it was black slang, which Rean couldn't understand at all.

"You wouldn't even dare to go to the master if you wanted to die. I think you've been brainwashed by servility. Since you care about him so much, then go down and continue being his dog." Rean's tone was sarcastic, and he smiled contemptuously, his five fingers loosely clenching at him.

The next second, an invisible energy field rushed over, locking onto Elijah's neck and, driven by Rean's will, lifting the old black man from the ground into the air.

"Ho ho!—" Elijah flailed his limbs, frantically scratching his neck, leaving a trail of blood in the blink of an eye, but his lungs couldn't take in a single breath of oxygen.

Rean stared at him coldly and expressionlessly until the old man's dark face turned purple, his eyes bulged bloodshot, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and finally, his legs kicked out and he fell silent.

Thump, the body fell to the ground, landing on top of the Tek Knight.

"A pair of idiots." Rean, disinterested, glanced around at the security personnel who dared not approach, picked up the unconscious Hughie, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the torrential rain of the night in the blink of an eye.

……

Safe house.

With a bang, the door, which had just been repaired not long ago, was kicked open again by Rean.

As soon as he entered, a stench of cheap liquor, pizza, and smelly feet hit him in the face, making Rean frown and immediately activate his energy field to block out the strange smell.

"Hey~ Look, our great hero is back."

At this moment, Butcher was sitting on the sofa watching TV, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His left hand was bandaged, and several empty bottles lay on the floor beside him. His tone was as flippant as ever. "So, how much did that rich bastard write you? Enough for us to buy Water Tower?"

"That idiot got killed by Homelander." Rean glanced at him, walked over and tossed the unconscious Hughie onto the sofa opposite him, then sat down next to Butcher and took the bottle of beer he offered.

Butcher asked in a low voice, "You ran into Homelander? He didn't attack you?"

Rean said dismissively, "Fight? He'll have to call me 'Dad' from now on."

"Well, it seems we can rest easy now."

Butcher shook his head vigorously, his disbelief practically written all over his face, but if his boss didn't want to continue, he had no right to press further.

Rean flicked the bottle cap away, thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of ordinary Permanent Compound V and tossed it over, "Catch."

Yes, he not only had one bottle of the original Compound V, but he also took several bottles of the regular version of Compound V, keeping them for emergencies.

After all, this stuff should theoretically be effective on himself as well, somewhat like a superhuman version of "pre-match performance-enhancing drugs".

Although he hadn't figured out how to inject this stuff, a regular needle would definitely bend as soon as it was inserted, and it couldn't be absorbed by the intestines...

After a moment of silence, Rean spoke again, "You're in charge of the funding. You can cooperate with whomever you want; I don't care. But you need to make one thing clear to the people you're cooperating with: they have no right to tell us what to do. If they don't accept that, then there's no point in talking."

Hearing this, Butcher raised an eyebrow, fiddling with the small medicine bottle in his hand, looking at the flowing blue liquid inside, and replied irrelevantly, "You've only been running this team for less than five hours, and you're already planning to wash your hands of it?"

"Shut your beak, Butcher, if you still want to see Becca." Rean ignored his taunts and sipped his beer in silence.

"Received." Butcher coughed and obediently shrank back onto the sofa.

There was nothing he could do; they had found his weakness.

Even after shutting up Butcher's mouth, Rean still felt annoyed, but he also figured out some things.

He went to extort the Knights of the Tek, thinking it would be easy and even fun, but he ended up getting into big trouble with Homelander and almost got himself into serious trouble.

Now that we've recruited these desperados, we should make the most of them. If we have to do everything ourselves, even risk our lives, what's the point of their existence?

After all, they only need to think about how to cause trouble for Walter, while he himself has taken over Soldier Man's place as Homelander's father, and there are many more things to consider in the future.

Giving Compound V to Butcher was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. Since Walter dared to send Homelander to deal with him, he should at least show some reciprocation.

Let Butcher do his job without worry, charge ahead and fight, and he'll take care of things if anything happens. In the show, he keeps courting death, but he's still doing just fine.

As time passed, the room quickly quieted down.

Rean lay on the bed reserved for him, closing his eyes to rest, but the side effect of his strong life energy was that he was too energetic.

After tossing and turning for a while, Rean glanced at his phone. Less than ten minutes had passed, and he immediately sat up with a dark expression.

Rean walked up to French's laptop, which was covered with stickers of various beautiful women, turned it on, moved the mouse, and opened a pseudo-RPG game called "Seven Squad: Assemble".

The graphics are mediocre, with a cheap, assembly-line feel. There's only one female character, Maeve. Rean created his character and started playing.

Halfway through the game, his stomach started to protest. The price of a strong physique is an alarmingly high basal metabolic rate. For example, A-Train needs to consume at least 30,000 calories a day. Rean doesn't need that much, but he still needs to eat one or two more meals than the average person.

He went out and found a 24-hour fast food restaurant, bought a bunch of junk food, and came back to show it off while playing with it. He couldn't help but sigh, "Five years have passed, and this nostalgic feeling has finally returned."

How do you play female characters?

After French finished urinating, he scratched his head and walked over. He looked at Queen Maeve in a bikini on the screen, then turned to look at Rean with a bewildered expression.

Rean remained expressionless, glancing at him indifferently while chewing on a French fry. His tone was deep: "What do you know? A real man should play with women."

"Tu as raison." French smoked for a while, shook his head, and went back to sleep.

After Rean waited for him to leave, he used his power to dispel the smell of smoke around him.

After playing for another half hour and completing a mission, he pushed the keyboard forward, leaned back in his chair, and suddenly felt that it was meaningless. He couldn't help but reminisce about his family from his previous life, wondering how they were doing now.

Rean looked up and sighed. After a long while, he returned to his desk and browsed aimlessly on the website. Most of the content was about Homelander attending events or related to the Seven.

Water really goes all out in the area of ​​network marketing, creating a bunch of brainwashed fans.

There are discussions about wanted criminals and "villains," but the flow of these discussions seems to be deliberately restricted. Occasionally a few related messages will appear, but they will disappear after being refreshed, probably to avoid causing public panic.

He was idly browsing when suddenly the page automatically redirected, and a colorful, vulgar webpage popped up.

The title is utterly offensive: "Walter's Forbidden Love".

Rean's eye twitched, and he picked up his cola and took a sip to calm himself down.

Then I tapped lightly with my finger and clicked in.