Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

"Hughie, what the hell are you doing inside me?"

Butcher's face immediately turned even more pale than if he were constipated.

"What? You think I wanted this?"

"Get out of here!" Butcher tried to shake him off, swinging his hand like a windmill, but Hughie was like a piece of chewing gum, firmly stuck to his hand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of him.

"Stop shaking me, I'm going to throw up!"

As the two were arguing, a lazy young male voice interrupted, "You two are awake? Looks like the surgery was a success."

Butcher turned to look at Rean, Hughie's eyes darting from his palm to the back of his hand as he blinked.

Rean sat leisurely on the sofa, leaning back with his legs crossed. Sherry sat obediently beside him, cutting a steaming slice of pizza and offering it to his lips.

"Thank you." Rean smiled at her and took a bite.

Boucher asked in a deep voice, "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, just saved your lives again." Rean said casually, chewing his food, and added with a finger at the end, "You owe me twice now, Butcher, remember to be grateful."

French, who was standing against the wall, suppressed a laugh and chimed in, "Right, Butcher, don't forget what you said."

With bandages wrapped around his head and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he gesticulated gleefully, "We're like brothers!"

Boucher's forehead veins bulged, and he wanted to tear French's foul mouth off. "Fuck you, French! What are you doing still hanging around here?"

While cursing, he gestured as if answering a phone call, a signature wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oi, guess what? Guinness called me! They say they want to award you a world record for 'Most Shit-Spitting Person'!"

After saying that, he gave the middle finger in a strong gesture.

"Fine, I'll put it on your grave as a memorial." French exhaled a puff of smoke and shrugged indifferently. He had heard such insults countless times; his ears were practically calloused.

"Alright, stop bickering."

Rean swallowed his pizza, glanced at him, and said something. French immediately fell silent.

Rean withdrew his gaze and said leisurely, "Butcher, don't be so discouraged. Haven't you always longed for the power of revenge? Now you have it. You can take revenge on those superhumans with your own hands, which will definitely be much more satisfying than relying on others."

At this point, his expression became rather mocking, "Actually, you should be glad that compound five is likely to warp people's preferences. At least you didn't become a pervert who likes to lick oyster beta, or want to get aroused by a piece of volcanic rock."

Upon hearing this, Butcher's face darkened further; he couldn't verify it now.

"So, I've become Frankenstein?"

His tone was filled with incredulous annoyance, clearly unable to accept the outcome. "Can't we be separated? I don't want to share a body with this idiot. I'd rather be myself."

Rean leaned back on the sofa, put his arm around Sherry, and gave him a dismissive glance. "You can't do it. You two are lucky to have survived. Adults getting a permanent injection of Compound V is a matter of fate. Stop being so picky."

There are plenty of people worse off than you. When I was in the lab, some of the test subjects who failed to awaken their powers even developed a taste for their own excrement, and we couldn't stop them.

Butcher frowned, raised his hand to look at Hughie, and said, "Honestly, this feels so fucking weird. If a man had entered my body before, I would have killed him."

Hughie frowned. "Hey! That's really hurtful. I'm a victim too, okay?"

"Shut up, Hughie! This is all your fault! I was just trying to help you, and you ungrateful bastard betrayed me!"

Hughie paused for a moment, then said sincerely, "I'm so sorry, Butcher. I don't want to lie and say I was terrified, but... I really did it, and I don't understand why."

I know this is unforgivable, that's why I didn't possess your brain. Really, I had the ability, but I didn't..."

In Butcher's mind, Hughie's voice followed, "Look, we're on the same wavelength now, we don't need to talk. We can take turns controlling your body, for example, you do it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I do it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays."

"Fuck you! I'm in charge of my own body. You'd better behave yourself and be a parasite, or I'll cut this arm off!" Butcher's eyelids twitched, and he closed his eyes in frustration.

He now truly hopes that the bullet that pierced his chest wasn't in his chest cavity, but in his brain.

"Alright, the deed is done, you two stop arguing."

Rean finished the pizza in a few bites, pinched Sherry's cheek, stood up, clapped his hands, and said calmly, "Let's get back to business. Butcher, look on the bright side, you don't need to find evidence now, this appearance is more convincing than anything else."

"As for you, Hughie, it's a good thing that you now have the means to stand up to the Locomotive."

Hughie agreed immediately, "Yeah, besides liquefaction, I have other abilities. I feel like I can teleport to any location nearby, anywhere I want to go, yes, like teleportation."

Hughie sounded excited, unlike Butcher who complained and blamed others; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy his current state.

He was an optimist by nature. Although he was insecure at heart and was overwhelmed by a series of trivial matters recently, things were different now. He had the confidence to face these challenges.

This is the real him, an optimistic and cheerful American boy.

"A pretty good ability, extremely good at saving your life. If used properly, it can have amazing effects." Rean nodded and commented. This is not much different from the TV series. It seems that whether it is the temporary V24 or the ordinary permanent V5, the superpowers awakened after activation are fixed.

"Boucher, your abilities complement Hughie's very well. You have laser eyes, tentacles, and a powerful physique. To be honest, all of these combined make you one of the best superhumans, placing you in the top tier."

"So what are you planning to do now? Go find your old CIA flame first, or go cause trouble for Locomotive?"

Boucher thought for a moment, then pulled the woman's phone from his pocket. "No doubt, A-Train. Right now, I really need to vent." As he said this, a faint, burning light flickered in his eyes.

……

Charlotte the Claw Woman's residence.

The refrigerator door was wide open, the sofa cushions were thrown on the floor, and the mattress, wardrobe, and any place where things could be hidden had been turned upside down. Anyone who didn't know better would think that this family had been robbed.

"Damn it, Charlotte, where have you been?"

The locomotive searched the small house thoroughly, making a whooshing sound as it turned the air around, turning over every corner of the room, but still couldn't find any trace of Compound No. 5.

He felt his heart burning and had to stop, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.

A bad idea popped into my head.

Could she have run away with the rest of the compound?

Just because I might not win tomorrow's game? Just because those unscrupulous media outlets are all badmouthing him?

That damn bitch!

"Bitch!" the train engine roared in exasperation, punching the wall and creating a small crater. He slumped onto the sofa, covering his face with his hand and sighing.

After a moment, he looked up at the teddy bear on the shelf opposite him, suddenly remembered something, went over and tore the thing to shreds, and pulled out a camera with a USB drive plugged in.

This is a babysitter monitoring doll that he bought from Brightman's Video Store.

Plug it into the TV, and the surveillance video appears.

The locomotive pressed the remote control to fast forward, searching for suspicious locations.

Soon, a bearded man appeared on screen, kicked the woman away, threw a smoke bomb or something similar to knock her unconscious, and two people carried her away. A tall man then went into the room to search and took away Compound No. 5 hidden in the refrigerator.

"Wait, who is this person?"

The locomotive suddenly appeared in front of the LCD TV, pressed the pause button, and looked at the other person's unclear face in the poor picture quality, feeling that it was somewhat familiar.

Just as he was racking his brains, frantically trying to remember who this person was, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

When the train engine picked it up, it turned out to be a call from the "Claw Woman"!

He hesitated for a moment, feeling as if he had fallen into a trap. The facts were right in front of him: what was there to kidnap about the woman with the claws? She was just a washed-up, third-tier superhuman movie star. These people were clearly after him!

He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the answer button.

"Babe?"

"Oi, you cheating idiot who keeps hitting other people's girlfriends."

"Butcher! Don't say that!"

The train engine instantly realized that the person on the other end was the kidnapper who had abducted the "Claw Woman." He tried to remain calm, but his personality prevented him from suppressing his inner turmoil. He angrily shouted into the phone, "Fuck you! Who are you? What have you done to Charlotte? Release her right now, or I'll kill you all!"