Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

At this moment, Rean had completely let go of his inhibitions, becoming like a ruthless humanoid killing machine.

He strolled leisurely through every corner of the building, and any obstacle that blocked his way, whether it was a wall, a door, or a superhuman, was trampled and crushed like a stepping stone.

A figure lurked in the shadows, sharp bone blades emerging from his fingertips. As Rean's back was turned, the figure suddenly lunged forward, aiming for Rean's back.

"Fool! I'm right here!" He thought he had succeeded in his sneak attack, and a cruel smile spread across his ferocious face, as if he could already see this arrogant guy being pierced through the chest by his deadly bone blade and dying on the spot.

"I knew it, I thought you could come up with something special."

However, in the next millisecond, Rean slightly sidestepped under his incredulous gaze, casually avoiding the fatal blow, and then retaliated with an elbow strike at supersonic speed.

Click!

The superhuman's chest cavity collapsed instantly, and he vomited blood uncontrollably. After a moment's pause, his body was sent flying by the immense force he couldn't withstand, his entire body arcing through the air before crashing to the ground with a groan.

Only then did Rean's soft sigh fade away.

Before the man could even struggle, Rean's figure appeared above him, his raised foot slamming down like a streak of light.

It pierced through his body, which was being pushed out of its exoskeleton to protect it from injury, and pinned him to the ground.

To be honest, these people couldn't put any pressure on him at all. He even started to miss the exhilarating feeling of fighting Xuanse.

Unlike now, I barely broke a sweat the whole time.

"There are a few small bugs left." Rean's eyes were indifferent, and his figure blurred and disappeared from the spot.

The entire "mental hospital" was filled with screams and deafening roars until, a few minutes later, when Rean executed the last hiding superhuman, this horrific killing spree finally came to an end, and everything fell silent.

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Rean stood at the entrance of the hall, his body shuddered slightly, and the energy he released cleaned the dried bloodstains that had congealed on his clothes.

He clenched his fist, a faint burning sensation emanating from his body. It wasn't pain, but a gentle transformation, like a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones.

There wasn't a dramatic change like my pores were excreting, but I could feel my muscle fibers reorganizing, tearing, and even expanding, becoming stronger and more resilient. While it wasn't quite a complete transformation or a reshaping of my body, it wasn't far off.

His physical fitness soared across the board, advancing rapidly. The pale red energy field surrounding his body had now become so intense that it was almost black.

Rean felt the amazing transformation taking place inside his body, and his strength had increased by at least 30% compared to before.

With the added boost of life energy, it was like unleashing the Kaioken technique; one punch was enough to pierce through two black figures standing in a row.

With each breath, the surrounding air seemed to follow a special rhythm, pulsating in response. Rean felt fantastic, in better shape than ever before. Even if Homelander was standing in front of him, he was confident he could give it a shot.

Of course, Rean knew that this was just an illusion caused by his rapid increase in strength, a false sense of confidence. He wouldn't be foolish enough to break ties with Homelander before he had absolute certainty.

After all, he only had one life, and he dared not gamble on whether he would have a chance to be reborn if he were to be defeated and die in battle.

Just then, Rean's ears twitched slightly as he heard a rumble of thunder rapidly approaching from afar.

Whoosh!

A few seconds later, a figure dressed in a black combat suit and wearing a dark purple cloak appeared before Rean, crackling with electricity.

"Who are you?" Storm looked at Rean with suspicion, landing lightly on the ground as she spoke, her cloak still crackling with residual electricity.

She stepped into the hall, smoothed her hair, and then seemed to recognize Rean, revealing a surprised smile. Her eyes looked as if she were looking at something extraordinary. "Oh my god, you're that 'villain'! You're much more handsome in person than in the videos, it's just a pity... you're a lowly Asian."

However, when her gaze passed over Rean's figure and she saw the tragic scene behind him, the frivolous smile on her face instantly froze.

What met the eye was a scene of devastation.

The familiar buildings were almost completely destroyed and reduced to ruins.

The corridor was littered with corpses and remains; not a single complete human figure could be found.

The only living person in the entire corridor was the tall man standing in front of him, who looked completely calm, as if this cruel scene was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

Years of hard work have been destroyed in an instant. Storm Girl has put in countless efforts to achieve her goal, but now, it has all been ruined by this damn yellow-skinned monkey!

"Wozefak? What did you do?!"

"Where did that fool who played with fire go?"

Storm's eyes flashed with electricity, and the intense arcs of electricity, due to her change in emotion, became extremely violent, moving like lightning snakes and punching charred holes in the ground and ceiling.

"Not bad ability. As expected of the first superhuman created by Dr. Walter, he is much better than these third-rate trash."

Oh, by the way, perhaps I should call you "the free woman." At least that's less offensive than being called the wife of a Nazi officer, isn't it?

Rean remained calm, ignoring her almost savage gaze. Instead, he smiled and clapped lightly.

When Rean exposed her true identity, Storm's heart sank, and her surging killing intent boiled over. "Where did you get this information? Who else knows about this?"

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, talk now! Otherwise, I'll make you suffer a thousand times more than being in an electric chair!"

Rean was not afraid of her threat. Before he came, he might have been wary of the storm, but now he was many times stronger than he had been an hour ago.

Therefore, even when facing one of the world's top first-generation superhumans, Rean did not feel any pressure; on the contrary, he began to be eager to try.

He desperately needs a strong enough opponent to gauge his actual combat strength.

Storm is a very good punching bag.

Rean moved closer, looking down at the woman who was almost face to face with him, and the smile on his lips rose again. "What, are you ashamed that your identity has been exposed? Haven't you always been proud of it?"

In my view, you're nothing more than a salesman who can't sell anything, tirelessly peddling your unrealistic fantasies day and night, attempting to overthrow the existing ruling class by inciting people and creating chaos.

Rean paused for a moment, then continued his provocation unhurriedly, "For decades, you've accomplished nothing. Why not look in the mirror and ask yourself if everything you've done was truly to realize your 'grand ambitions'?"

I know you don't dare. You've just lived too long, so long that you're out of step with this society. You keep propagating your outdated ideas because you're afraid of being forgotten, afraid of losing your will to live. It's truly pathetic.

"shut up!"

Storm's long-suppressed rage finally erupted. Rean's undisguised contempt was like a sharp knife piercing her chest, instantly twisting her otherwise sculpted face into a hideous grimace.

As a first-generation superhuman, and as someone who had witnessed the glory of Germany firsthand, her inherent racial confidence and sense of superiority made it impossible for her to tolerate being humiliated by an inferior race.