Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

"Bomb vision? What benefits has Walter promised you that would make you come out of retirement and risk your life for them again?"

Seeing that the bomb was slightly out of breath and recovering its strength, Rean was in no hurry to make a move and asked the question calmly.

On the surface, Rean calmly and rapidly healed his physical injuries, but in reality, he secretly mobilized the life energy within his body to deeply stimulate the muscles inside his body.

Large gusts of energy flowed into him, and Rean endured the electric-like tingling pain. His body trembled almost imperceptibly, but his face remained expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

With his eyes closed, or rather, Robbie calmed his breathing. In the chaotic environment, he hadn't noticed Rean's unusual behavior. He frowned and said, "I don't want to get involved in this or your feud, but I have no other choice."

Rean, seemingly unfazed, calmly observed the other man, subtly clenching his fist. He casually changed the subject, asking, "Let me guess, who could force an old relic, almost as powerful as Homelander, who has lived in seclusion for many years? Did Edgar exploit your weakness—family, friends, or descendants?"

"They threatened me with geishas... Sorry, kid, I had to do it." Robbie twitched his nose, revealing a regretful expression, but his words were filled with a strong sense of confidence, as if he had never considered the possibility of defeat.

Robbie is relatively easygoing, but he also has his own pride. As a retired soldier, he never underestimates himself. In his eyes, no one is qualified to be his opponent except for the soldier boy with the annoying face.

As for the people of the motherland who have enjoyed immense popularity in recent years?

In the eyes of a veteran like him, who came from the Air Force and experienced the entire Second World War, that was nothing more than a sensationalist celebrity, a paper tiger, and not worth fearing at all.

"Understood." Rean nodded slightly, his brows furrowed as if deep in thought. After a long silence, he asked hesitantly, "So, you really want to be my enemy?"

"I'm afraid so. Only one of us can walk out of this building standing up." Robbie nodded slightly, assuming a fighting stance. His pitying gaze vanished, replaced by a murderous look as he stared at Rean.

As a transmigrator familiar with the plot, Rean had forgotten some of the minor details of the events after five years.

But the superhuman who was among the top fighters in the entire series left a deep impression on me.

Of course he knew that Bomb Vision was a hopeless romantic. Because his girlfriend, a geisha, refused to inject the first generation of No. 5 to help him achieve immortality, he had been silently guarding her in the dark, waiting for her to change her mind. He had been waiting for decades, a true old simp.

Rean has always been a decisive person. The reason he acted out of character, arguing with the bomb vision and delaying his action, was to buy time to use his trump card to enhance his combat power.

He originally thought that the bomb's vision would see through his tricks and not be easily fooled, but he didn't expect the other party to be such an honest person, letting him stack energy bars without reacting, probably because he was very confident in his own strength.

While he was chatting idly, Rean had almost finished accumulating his life energy. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he was a little afraid that the bomb vision would rush up and fight him to the death without giving him time to "transform." In that case, he would have no choice but to run away.

It seems I should find a way to solve this long loading screen problem when I have time. It's impossible to give a strong enemy ample preparation time every time we encounter one. I believe no one wants to play the villain and keep talking nonsense until they are killed.

But now, there's nothing to worry about.

"Then you'd better have prepared a wheelchair for yourself in advance." Rean finally revealed his true colors, a gleeful and cruel grin spreading across his face.

The next moment, he suddenly lowered his waist, took a horse stance, and roared. Stimulated by the burst of vitality, the muscles in his body began to expand to the extreme at a speed visible to the naked eye!

This feels like Goku opening the Eight Gates in Naruto and unleashing the Kaioken technique beyond his limits.

Based on Rean's normal stats and the previous exchange, it's clear that he's not an opponent with the bomb's vision range.

Homelander hasn't come to our aid for so long, clearly he's been tied up with something and can't spare the time. And regarding the bomb's vision, I can't use the same tactics I did with Homelander, trying to appease him with words.

Given this situation, Rean had no choice but to use his trump card.

This was his first attempt to integrate life energy and amplify his entire body under overload. He was very curious whether, with all-out firepower regardless of the cost, his combat strength could squeeze into the top tier of this world.

As everyone knows, Storm is nothing but a disgrace to v1, and there's nothing to be proud of in defeating her.

Although his abilities are good, his combat record is extremely poor. He was bullied and kicked by Starlight, Maeve and others. The real top-level first-generation superhumans should be like Soldier and Bomb Vision, who have the power to fight ten superhumans one by one, or even fight thousands of ordinary people.

"First, 130% power! (Current base stats added, not panel-based increases)"

boom!

The life energy within the body no longer flows gently, like a tamed livestock, but transforms into a locomotive that has been churned down with a dozen bottles of Compound V, rampaging wildly through the blood vessels of every limb and bone, completely out of control!

"Hiss—" Rean took a deep breath, his muscles tensed up, as if they were alive and began to throb and swell, and his fair skin began to turn noticeably red at this moment.

Soon, as if scalding hot water had been poured over it, it burned to a bright red, with large plumes of hot white smoke, accompanied by dark red energy, erupting from its pores like the whistle of a steam locomotive!

Clatter!

The continuous cracking of bones emanated from his body, his skeleton grew taller and taller, and Rean's body trembled as if being inflated. His body began to grow in an exaggerated and visually striking manner, like the Hulk transforming!

The most obvious change is his height; in just a few breaths, he rapidly increased from 1.8 meters to over 2 meters.

His muscles bulged high, and his arms, so broad they were inhuman, stretched out to the sides, standing there like a thick city wall.

His trousers were stretched taut to the waistband, his thighs and arms were bulging with muscle, his body fat percentage was almost zero, and the thick, blue veins under his skin, as thick as an adult's finger, writhed like small snakes.

After transforming, Rean exhaled a long breath, which caused the hair of the short bomb in front of him to sway and he couldn't help but squint.

His entire being exuded a suffocating masculine hormone, as well as the most primal fear that ordinary people feel when facing unknown and dangerous creatures, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Is this guy even human?

The gaze of the bomber shifted from initial coldness to doubt, then to bewildered confusion, and finally to utter astonishment.

Watching helplessly as Rean's body grew from nearly 1.8 meters to over 1.9 meters, then expanded horizontally to the size of a double-door refrigerator, until finally, he could touch the ceiling without even looking up.

In his eyes, Rean's entire demeanor transformed from a handsome young man into a ferocious, gigantic non-human creature, exuding a rough, unrestrained, and domineering aura.

It felt as if I was facing not a human being, but some kind of awakened prehistoric beast.

In the messy office building, under the dim lights, the shadow cast by that huge figure almost completely covered Robbie.

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down the man's temple.

He couldn't help but swallow and mumbled something.

"Fuck..."

Rean grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and clenched his fists so tightly they cracked. He felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through his body, and his condition was better than ever before. He was extremely satisfied with his muscular physique.

Power, unparalleled power!

He felt that if he threw a punch now, he could blow up at least five black-clad men standing in a row!