Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

French stood up, cocked his pistol, nodded to Butcher, and said, "I'm ready."

Butcher tilted his head to the side. "Wake up, it's time to get to work."

Hughie pursed his lips and sat on the edge of the bed without moving.

From the moment he woke up, he remained silent, sitting there sullenly, looking like a wronged wife.

As everyone's eyes turned to him, Hughie's shoulders shrugged, a snort escaped his nostrils, he muttered "Fuck," rolled out of bed, and followed them out.

"Good luck to you." Rean crossed his legs and sat comfortably in his seat, watching them leave.

Outside, on the street.

"Butcher, I'm quitting." Hughie quickened his pace, trying to keep parallel to the burly man beside him.

"Quit? No way, Hughie. It's too late to say that now. We're the 'Brotherhood,' quitting means liquidation."

Butcher didn't stop, already opening the car door and getting in. Hughie, who had been chattering beside him, quickly moved to the other side. "He almost killed me last night! Do you know what I saw? Homelander! He actually said he was Homelander's father!"

Butcher, who was about to light the fire, turned his head and looked at him with a strange expression. "Is he telling the truth?"

"I don't know if it's true! Don't joke around, how am I supposed to verify this?"

Please, Butcher, take me home. I promise I'll keep this a secret and never tell anyone.

What you take for granted is far too dangerous for me. I can't go on like this. I'm just a salesman, not a murderer!

"No, you are." Butcher turned the key, started the car, and tapped the steering wheel lightly. "At least you're an accomplice."

"At least five cameras captured your face last night."

Butcher turned his head and looked at Hughie, who had an ordinary appearance and stood outside the car like a lackey. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, not in a mocking way, but in a way that made people uncomfortable. "Go and tell the police that you didn't do anything and that you were coerced. See if anyone will believe you."

"I think no one would turn away credit that comes knocking on their door."

"...But I'm innocent." Hughie pursed his lips, his gaze dimming.

"Innocent? Robin is far more innocent than you. I won't stop you. You're an adult, you can decide everything yourself. You can choose to go back to your swaddling clothes and continue sucking your father's nipple, why not?" Butcher scoffed, reminding Hughie of the reasons behind everything he had done.

"Hey, shut up, Butcher." French couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave Hughie a light push from behind, winked, and gave him a meaningful look.

Hughie staggered, then slumped into the passenger seat, his body as limp as if his bones had been removed.

Butcher glanced at him. "Listen, I'm not the boss, so I won't set the rules, but I think we'd better show some value and not just wait for others to do everything."

That superhuman—I don't know his background—but as long as he's still fighting Vought, he's a powerful ally aligned with our position.

He paused, his tone becoming more serious, "But what if one day he gets tired of it and doesn't want to cause any more trouble? Do you think he might kill all of us who know the truth before he retires?"

Hughie stared at Butcher and scratched his head hard.

"Alright, stop scaring him, buddy. Let's get going and find the locomotive's girlfriend so we can finish our work." French gave his shoulder a hard shove from the back seat and reached for the radio.

Boucher aggravated his injury and couldn't help but curse, "Fuck you, Frenchie! Don't push my shoulder, you're bullying a disabled person, you know that? Why don't you drive instead!"

To express his dissatisfaction, Butcher floored the accelerator, the tires screeching smoke as the car roared off.

……

10 a.m., Pennsylvania, a suburb.

Rean stood outside the wire fence of the "Sage Grove Center," a gentle breeze ruffling his clothes.

Rean felt that not choosing the Red River Orphanage as his first stop already showed a relatively high moral standard.

Sage Forest Rehabilitation Center.

On the surface, this is a subsidiary of the Global Health Services Center, but the problem is that the company belongs to the Water Group.

In fact, this place can be considered Vought's "junk disposal site," housing only mentally unstable superhumans with suicidal or criminal tendencies.

Most of them have mediocre abilities, otherwise they wouldn't be locked up here. The only one Rean needs to be wary of is the bald woman named Cindy.

In the original series, she could release powerful Nen pressure with her hands, easily destroying any targets in her path, which could potentially pose a threat to her.

"Let's go in and take a look first." Rean gathered his thoughts, his figure silently rising into the air, passing through the fence, and skimming over the grass in front of the building.

For superhumans with the ability to fly, sneaking into such a place is almost no different from coming to their own backyard.

Rean bypassed the guards, silently descended to a half-open window on the second floor, opened the window, and slipped inside.

Before long, he came up the stairs to the outside of the main monitoring room. Rean listened for a while, then smashed the door lock with his fist.

At the doorway, a chubby security guard was holding a bowl of macaroni, forking noodles into his mouth, and then turned to stare blankly at Rean.

"you…"

"Shh—" Before he could utter a sound, Rean's hand had already covered his head. "It's bedtime, Teddy."

Ability activated.

The security guard rolled his eyes, his limbs twitched wildly, and the pasta rolled all over the floor.

Rean pushed him and the chair aside, took out his phone, and started recording the footage on the monitor screen, his gaze constantly shifting as he scanned the various cubicles on the screen.

Finally, they focused on a seemingly easy target.

"You're the one." Rean smiled, having finalized his target.

At the end of the corridor, an iron door opened, and Rean strode inside.

The cramped cubicle didn't even have a bed; the only facility was a metal toilet. The treatment was far worse than what Rean had received.

The boy, who had been squatting in the corner, looked up at the newcomer with a blank expression, somewhat confused. "Who are you? Where is Dr. Carlton?"

"Take care of yourself first." Rean didn't waste any more words. He came to his side, supporting his chin with one hand and holding the top of his head with the other.

"What are you doing?!" The boy realized something was wrong and tried to resist, but in the next instant, Rean's hands suddenly exerted force.

With a crisp crack, the neck bone broke, and the boy's head swiveled halfway around his neck in a bizarre manner. His eyes widened, and he immediately stopped struggling.

The heat of life force flowed into Rean's body like a tide.

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"My power has increased once again!"

Rean's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shuddered, letting out a refreshing shiver.

In another compartment.

A middle-aged man was curled up on the ground, muttering something to himself. Hearing the door open, he suddenly jumped up like a startled beast.

Upon seeing Rean's unfamiliar face, he didn't ask a single question, but directly activated his ability, and a layer of pale blue light shone in his palm.

Then, it let out a cruel growl, "Die!"

Bang! ——

The wall was blasted open, leaving shallow craters.

"A direct attack on me? Impressive. Too bad you're too slow!" Rean dodged the blue light with a sidestep, and the next moment, he pounced like a leaping cheetah, pushing the middle-aged man down and straddling him, before unleashing a powerful punch.

With a single blow, the man's face was torn open, blood gushing from his seven orifices. He felt as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, instantly losing his ability to resist and letting out a series of delirious moans.

The fact that he could withstand Rean's full-force attack clearly indicates that the abilities granted to him by Compound V are more focused on physical defense.

But in the face of absolute power, it's only a matter of time.

Bah!

Bah!

Bang! ——

The floor shook violently, and the man's body bounced under the immense force of the impact. As Rean clenched his fists into a hammer and slammed them down like a falling meteor, his head was completely shattered.