Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

Faced with the onlookers filming and live-streaming with their phones, the train's expression changed several times in a few seconds. After hesitating for a moment, he finally picked up the bottle of compound number five.

The villains offered two choices, but the problem was, they had no choice at all!

A broken leg is no big deal; it can be reattached later. But to run away in front of everyone is truly digging your own grave. If you do that, you can say goodbye to the heroic cause you love.

Not only that, but they will also be burdened with defaulted debts that they are unable to repay.

Losing to a supervillain is shameful enough; if you also flee without a fight, you'll probably be nailed to the pillar of shame and tortured for the rest of your life.

In the future, when people mention locomotives, they won't say he's the fastest runner in the world, but rather that he's the fastest runner in the world...

The thought that his former fans would turn against him because of this incident, and that internet trolls would use it as fodder to ridicule him, made Trainhead feel that he would rather die.

What was his initial motivation for becoming a superhero? To help others? Bullshit, he wasn't that noble. From the very beginning, it was all about pursuing fame and fortune.

"Fuck! So what if I die!" With that thought, the train engine stopped hesitating and, under Rean's expectant gaze, broke the cap and drank the liquid in one gulp.

"Very good, that's bold! Now that's more like a superhero." Rean clapped lightly, his expression amused, watching his performance quietly like a spectator enjoying a spectacle.

Since he didn't have a syringe with him, the locomotive had no choice but to use this simple and crude method, and he wasn't sure if it would work if he took it orally.

As it turned out, his worries were unnecessary.

The azure liquid was cool to the touch, colorless and odorless, but the moment it entered the stomach, it seemed to trigger some kind of violent chemical reaction, like a raging fire, burning the stomach wall to a scalding temperature.

"Ugh—"

The locomotive jerked its head back sharply, veins bulging on its neck, blue liquid flowing from it, the whites of its eyes instantly turning bloodshot and red, and its pupils rapidly dilating.

Bang bang bang!

My heart was beating at a rate exceeding 150 beats per second in the blink of an eye, as if it had been replaced by a high-speed motor.

For superhumans, Compound 5 is like a kind of magic potion. Although it has serious side effects and may even endanger their lives in the long run, its effects are also immediate and powerful.

After drinking a small amount of blue water, his broken leg, though not fully healed, began to stop bleeding. His brain also released a large amount of dopamine, and in a state of high excitement, he autonomously blocked out pain and extracted the potential from his body.

The locomotive's chest heaved rapidly, spewing out hot air that resembled high-temperature steam, forming a visible white ribbon, instantly reversing the body's extreme physical state.

I felt an inexhaustible surge of energy throughout my body, all fatigue vanished, and I felt as energetic as if I had been injected with adrenaline.

"Charlotte! I'm here!"

The locomotive let out a low growl, flipped itself forward and upside down, then bent its arms and braced itself. With a muffled thud, it propelled itself into the air using the strength of its hands, grabbing the steel rail frame several meters high.

The locomotive climbed rapidly along the tracks, his hands moving quickly in alternation, blood gushing freely from the wound on his right leg, but he paid no heed, as if the blood wasn't even his own.

He swung his arms in the air, looking like a gorilla wearing a blue leather suit, wildly charging through this steel jungle at an extremely fast speed.

Rean flew in mid-air, hands in his pockets, watching coldly. He glanced at the roller coaster to his upper right and urged, "Too slow! Locomotive, hurry up, Thomas is about to come down. Everyone's watching, don't let her get smashed into strawberry jam."

At this moment, the roller coaster had already passed its highest point and was plunging down under the pull of gravity. The screams of dozens of passengers seemed to transform into the roar of this steel beast as it plunged straight towards the direction of the bound man!

The locomotive emitted a strange, tense cry and accelerated frantically.

Ten meters, six meters, two meters!

Boom! ...

At this critical moment, just a second before the front of the roller coaster was about to crush that tiny figure.

The locomotive gave it its all and finally caught up at the last moment, leaping onto the edge of the tracks, reaching out its bloodied and mangled hands, scooping up the person who had been placed on the tracks, and tumbling off the tracks to the side!

The wind howled, and the roller coaster roared past him closely behind, making it an extremely thrilling experience.

However, that's not all. If he landed directly, given his physical condition, at a height of forty meters above the ground, there would be no other possibility but to be smashed into a pulp, not to mention that he was carrying the weight of another person.

But the locomotive remained calm; it had already planned the route ahead of time halfway through the journey.

After grabbing the woman with her claws, he didn't let go immediately. Instead, he used the momentum to swing his body, using the potential energy to swing himself like a pendulum to another track not far away.

Snapped!

He gripped the rail firmly with one arm, first helping the person in his arms up, then supporting himself as he climbed up.

"Charlotte! Are you alright?!"

The locomotive breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring his almost dislocated arm, and with a face full of ecstasy, eagerly tried to pull off the black mask on the other person's head.

he made it!

Not only did he survive, he also successfully saved his woman!

hiss-

He ripped off the hood that covered half of his upper body.

However, what came into view was not Charlotte's familiar face, the pretty face that she had imagined to be panicked or crying.

Instead, he was a wild, unruly man with a thick beard, staring at him with a strange expression.

His eyes, deep-set beneath his brow bone, held no trace of fear; he looked at the train engine as if he were looking at a clown.

The locomotive's smile froze instantly.

"The show's over. Were you surprised by the finale, darling?" Butcher raised an eyebrow, made a crying gesture at the bewildered locomotive, and said in his sarcastic British accent, "This is truly another great love story after Romeo and Juliet."

Seriously, buddy, I was almost moved to tears by you. You were willing to drag yourself up with a broken leg just to risk your life to save people. It's truly admirable!

"Okay, the main feature is over. Now, it's time for the 'tipping' segment!"

"That will take a lot of punches!"

Before the locomotive could even react and figure out what was going on, Butcher's face turned fierce, a sinister smile like that of a demon spread across his lips, and he raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, and swung it hard, landing squarely on the other man's face!

boom!

The locomotive was struck head-on by the butcher's powerful punch and was knocked backward, almost falling headfirst, with blood gushing from its nose.

"Fuck you! Who the hell are you? Where's Charlotte? Answer me!" The train engine steadied itself, shook its head awkwardly, wiped the blood from its nose, its eyes burning red, and roared at the stranger with a voice that sounded like it was being squeezed out from between its teeth.

He finally realized he had been tricked.

The woman with the claws is probably long dead. This was all a carefully designed scam, and he was manipulated from beginning to end!

Boucher stood up on the tracks, letting out a mocking sneer. "Don't worry, scum. You'll soon be reunited with your kitten down there. With your fame, Satan, knowing this touching story, will generously choose the hottest oil pan and arrange it as a couple's private room for the two of you."

"You son of a bitch, you bunch of faithless liars, I'm going to kill you!"

The locomotive roared in extreme rage, its fury amplified by the stimulation of Compound V, gradually driving it to lose its reason.