Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

"Please don't hurt me! Please let me go, I'll do anything!"

The girl retreated to the corner, trembling all over, her humble tone filled with a strong will to survive.

However, the terrifying man in front of her seemed not to hear her words, and walked towards her unhurriedly.

As the distance closed in, the girl's psychological defenses finally crumbled. With no more hope in sight, she gritted her teeth and raised her left hand, ready to activate her ability.

But the man was much faster than her, striking first and grabbing her wrist halfway through, twisting it forcefully.

The bones cracked with a teeth-grinding sound, and the girl screamed in agony as her body was restrained, forcing her to turn around and face away from Rean.

Rean kicked her knee, and the girl immediately knelt down.

The man gripped her chin with his right hand. The girl looked terrified and let out muffled sobs. She struggled desperately, but his hand remained firmly planted as if welded shut.

A fierce glint flashed in Rean's eyes.

Click.

Life force surged into the limbs and bones, and was absorbed by the muscles, bones, and flesh.

Rean stared silently at the girl's shriveled corpse, suddenly realizing that he had become a ruthless executioner. Ironically, in his previous life, he hadn't even dared to kill a chicken.

Ultimately, the reason he doesn't value human life is because, deep down, he doesn't consider the people in this world as his own kind.

How could the laws of a past life restrict someone who leaves their homeland and travels to a parallel universe?

Moreover, he is so powerful that the rules and regulations that restrict ordinary people are meaningless to him.

In Rean's eyes, these people were like NPCs in a game, insignificant passersby. As long as they blocked his way, they became objects to be eliminated.

He turned and left, heading towards the next room.

The fourth room, the fifth room...

Rean entered room after room with the ease of opening a can of food.

There was no nonsense; it was all about opening doors, killing, absorbing—a repetitive cycle that he found endlessly fascinating and enjoyable.

He greedily absorbed the nutrients, the corpses beneath his feet forming blooming flowers of life, which he could pluck at will.

As he shattered the skull of an unknown superhuman, a sudden, deafening sound rang in his ears, like a booming bell or a thunderclap. It was as if an invisible shackle within him had been broken, and a surge of immense power erupted forth.

60%!

The panel was previously stuck at 59%. Theoretically, Rean only needed to kill one or two superhumans to absorb their life force to make a breakthrough.

However, this last 0.1% progress was extremely difficult to achieve, as if there was some kind of bottleneck. At this moment, after a large supply of nutrients, it finally broke through the shackles.

Rean's body began to grow taller, increasing by five centimeters at a speed almost visible to the naked eye. His physique was greatly enhanced, his five senses became more acute, and especially his life energy was strengthened like never before, increasing more than tenfold.

Just as Rean was carefully experiencing the changes in himself, footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

A man dressed as a caregiver appeared, fiddling with a lighter in his hand.

Rean recognized him.

The Lamplighter, a former member of the Seven, was abandoned by Wot and kicked out of the Seven. He was assigned here to maintain order and assist Storm in managing this place.

"Villain..." The lamplighter stopped a few meters away, staring blankly at the person in front of him. He had discovered what Rean had done through the surveillance, but he was too late and the damage was irreparable.

He frowned and suddenly rubbed the lighter in his hand until it lit up.

With a roar, in an instant, a ball of raging flames transformed into a roaring red dragon, filling the entire corridor and hurtling towards Rean!

Faced with such a fierce and violent attack, Rean stood still without retreating an inch, simply raising one index finger casually.

A pale red energy barrier formed in an instant. The flames crashed into it head-on, emitting a sizzling sound, but could not advance an inch. They could only pass over the obstacle and disperse to the sides.

Under the intense heat, the surrounding wallpaper and posters burned to ashes, and some facilities began to melt instantly.

Rean, however, was unharmed. The energy shield in front of him fluctuated, completely blocking the man-eating flames from entering.

With his fingers held upright in front of him, Rean parted the flames, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward, braving the raging inferno.

As the man approached, the lamplighter's previously sinister and dejected expression vanished, replaced by disbelief and horror in his eyes. "This is impossible!"

The lamplighter refused to believe in evil and desperately tried to increase the power of the flames, but he still couldn't stop the unstoppable figure and could only watch helplessly as the other got closer and closer.

The next second, Rean emerged from the sea of ​​fire, spread his fingers, and grabbed Rean's throat.

The blazing flames suddenly subsided, and the intense heat that had been scorching mountains and boiling seas receded like a tide. A few tongues of fire struggled fiercely for a moment, then shattered into a shower of sparks and vanished in an instant.

Rean's fingers tightened little by little, and the lamplighter let out a painful groan, pounding his arm, the lighter falling to the ground from his hand.

"Surrender, or die."

Rean lifted him into the air with one hand, speaking in a flat, emotionless tone.

He was interested in the Lamplighter's abilities, as he was one of the few superhumans with wide-range destructive power, similar to the Human of Fire from the X-Men. If he could recruit him, he would be a valuable asset.

Upon hearing this, the lamplighter gradually gave up struggling, a look of despair flashing in his eyes.

From that night on, he was trapped in the nightmare of burning the children to death. His conscience prevented him from reconciling with himself, and living was a torment for him.

He didn't make a choice, but looked at Rean with an almost relieved expression.

"I understand." Knowing his past, Rean decided to grant his wish. With a flick of his thumb, the lamplighter's throat broke, his head tilted limply to one side, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

Another boost to life force, but Rean was not satisfied. He found that as his progress increased, the demand was increasing instead.

Perhaps killing top-tier superhumans like Homelander or Soldier Boy would have the most immediate effect.

"Since individual quality is lacking, let's make up for it with quantity." Rean casually tossed aside the corpse, looked at the messy corridor, and slowly raised his hands to support himself.

A massive amount of energy was unleashed, like a tsunami, sweeping across the corridor to both sides and engulfing everything in its path.

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, heavy iron doors shattered under the terrifying energy storm.

Dust billowed as the men and women emerged from the cells, their faces filled with confusion, clearly not yet understanding what was happening.

Rean stood in the middle of the corridor, slowly took flight, surrounded by a pale red energy field, and looked down at everyone from above.

He spread his arms, and endless energy emanated from his body. The wildly dancing energy tentacles cut cracks into the ceiling.

"This is an unfair battle. So fight back as much as you can, while you still have the courage, and before I get tired of the thrill of fighting."