Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

The two figures moved with lightning speed, chasing each other through the crowds, and arrived at a roller coaster area.

The locomotive sped forward, frequently glancing to check on Rean's figure. Its mind was on high alert, and its body was nearing its limit, yet it couldn't shake off the crimson figure in its peripheral vision.

"Damn it... I can't run anymore..."

Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, Locomotive's heart trembled slightly, and he wavered for a moment, but the next second, he forced himself to harden his heart.

Just as he was debating whether to abandon the woman with the clutches of evil, he didn't notice that a long leg suddenly blocked his path not far ahead.

Bang!

The person in his arms was thrown out, while the locomotive itself rolled and tumbled, rolling more than twenty meters on the ground due to inertia, before finally crashing headfirst into a vending machine, sparks flying everywhere.

The sudden turn of events immediately triggered screams, and people nearby fled in terror, trying to get away from the trouble. However, some daring young people raised their phones and started filming from a distance.

"My God...that's a locomotive?!"

"Oh my god, it really is him! The locomotive got a beating!"

"Start a live stream now!"

"Isn't he the fastest runner? How come he got the short end of the stick?"

"Idiot, that's just Vought's embellishment. They even say Homelander can withstand nuclear bombs, and you believe that? If I had that ability, I'd be President of the World by now!"

"Damn it! I bet on his match tomorrow. What if he dies here?"

Amidst continuous gasps from the crowd, more and more onlookers gathered, watching from a distance without anyone stepping forward to offer assistance.

"The first rule of speedsters: watch your step." Rean withdrew his leg, completely ignoring the cameras around him, and walked over step by step.

"Fuck! What tripped me!" The locomotive struggled out of a pile of broken cans, trying to get up again, but a sharp pain like being pricked by needles suddenly shot through its heart. Its legs went weak and it tried to hold on, but it couldn't stop itself from bending over and vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Rean appeared beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, I bumped into you. You're not dead, are you?"

With just a simple movement, the locomotive felt as if a mountain was pressing down on it. Facing countless cameras and a multitude of stares, the wound on its face felt burning hot, and it struggled to resist.

"Hmm?" Rean saw it all but didn't say anything. He snorted softly and raised the corners of his lips slightly, mocking his overestimation of his abilities. Then, he suddenly increased the force he applied, and the locomotive groaned as its knees slammed into the ground, leaving shallow dents. It knelt in front of him.

"Stop! I'll tell you! Those No. 5 compounds were given to me by the Homelanders!" The locomotive said breathlessly, his voice low and urgent, his eyes filled with fear. The last bit of toughness and pride he had was shattered the moment his knees hit the ground.

"I was helping him transport these things to create a supervillain, to create a threat, so that Vought could infiltrate the Department of Defense. That's all I know. Let me go!"

The locomotive revealed the whole truth, knowing full well that leaking this information would incur the wrath of the homeland, but if he continued to conceal it, he would be sealed away in his coffin.

Rean raised an eyebrow, released his grip, and asked, "When did I ever promise to let you go?"

"What?" The locomotive was dumbfounded, a huge question mark appearing above its head. "I've already told you everything I know!"

"I knew it all along. Did you think I'd spend so much time with you, walking across several blocks and touring the amusement park for this pointless question?" Rean looked at him with an expression of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities.

"Aren't you afraid the Homelanders will cause you trouble?" The locomotive was stunned, increasingly unable to understand the calm man in front of him. He wondered where his mysterious confidence came from. Could a person really be this arrogant?

Locomotive admitted that the villains were indeed worthy of their reputation, and he was no match for them, but compared to Homelander, he felt he was still far inferior.

The people of our motherland are invincible and unbeatable.

This concept is not unfounded; it has been tested over a long period of time and has long been deeply rooted in people's minds, including in the eyes of the locomotive.

Rean sneered, "Afraid? He's just a child in front of me."

"Bro, just tell me straight, what do you want in order to let me off the hook?" The locomotive simply gave up and sat down on the ground in a very straightforward manner, adjusting his posture to relieve the pain in his body, not caring about the people around him taking pictures, since he had already lost all face.

"I don't have any grudges against you."

Rean said casually, "I just need you to fulfill my promise."

He had no grudge against the train driver and even admired the boy's later growth and sense of responsibility. But one thing is one thing, and he always kept his word. He had to do what he promised others. It was a matter of credibility, and Rean didn't want to ruin his reputation because of the train driver.

"So it's all because of that woman in the end? Is this the end of the story?" The train engine's eyes twitched, as if he had become the source of all evil.

"What the hell! Didn't your men already record it? What else do you want me to do? I'm so sorry, okay?"

The locomotive, calming its agitation, said helplessly, "I really didn't mean to. She was standing there, I wasn't paying attention, and I accidentally bumped into her, that's all!"

Rean glanced at him indifferently. "Talking isn't enough. You think you can just brush it off with a casual 'I bumped into you'? You think everyone will forgive you? Why should you? There's no such easy thing in this world."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"How about we play a game?"

Without waiting for his reply, Rean raised one hand, and energy surged out, pulling the bound person who had been thrown far away and seemed to be unconscious towards him.

Then, he suddenly stomped down and broke the locomotive's right leg.

"Wozfa!" The locomotive immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching its leg and rolling around everywhere, with bone fragments exposed and blood gushing all over the ground.

Rean ignored him, took out a bottle of ordinary compound five, threw it next to the locomotive, then lifted the person in his hand and flew up, steadily placing him on the tracks.

The location is on a steep arc, nearly forty meters above the ground. The bound person lies alone on the railway track, his head covered, motionless, like a sacrifice about to be offered up.

After doing all that, Rean landed back on the ground, extended two long fingers, and said, "You now have two choices: one, use this bottle of compound five and risk being hit by a car to save your girlfriend."

Second, let her fend for herself, dragging your broken leg away, leaving her to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, unable to escape the shadow of today.

"Choose: unwavering loyalty to the death, or a life of dishonor and dishonor?"

"You damn madman! Charlotte is innocent. This is our feud. Don't drag her into it!" The locomotive's eyes were bloodshot, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't help but look up.

In the distance, a roller coaster full of people was slowly climbing a slope, making creaking noises, each one grinding against his already overburdened nerves.

Rean smiled in response. "Madman? No, this is fair. At least I gave you the right to choose. As for innocence?"

He suddenly leaned down and grabbed the locomotive's chin, his gaze intense. "Do you know how Indians kill fish?"

"They don't use knives to kill, but instead hold the knife upright and grab the fish, ramming it against the blade. They believe that this doesn't count as killing, because the fish is running into the blade on its own, which is called suicide."

"Doesn't it seem ridiculous?"

"The world is just so unreasonable. The person with the knife holds the rules, cuts you into pieces, eats you alive, and then claims you did it willingly."

"You're not satisfied simply because you've become the fish in my hand."

"The 'Claw Woman' is innocent, but isn't Robin innocent too? Why can't you accept it when it happens to you?"

After saying that, Rean pushed his head away, his expression returning to its indifferent state. "Make a decision quickly, time is running out."