Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

The figure that was slapped away tumbled a long way, crashing into desks and chairs along the way, and another round of ear-piercing screams erupted around them.

Using his flight ability, the bomber stabilized his center of gravity in mid-air, threw a punch, and managed to get his arm stuck in the wall next to him, creating a shallow groove more than half a meter long, before barely stopping his rapid retreat.

"Fuck!" Robbie felt dizzy and his right ear was ringing. It felt like a dragon's tail had slammed into his face. This long-lost pain made him slightly distracted during the battle, and he couldn't remember when he had last felt pain.

Thirty years? Or longer?

Seeing this, Rean felt much more at ease and his smile became even more cruel as he realized he had fallen into a major misconception.

The boost from life energy was not the fixed increase of 30% or 50% that he had imagined, but rather an exponential increase in all aspects.

He absorbed the locomotive's remains, increasing his panel stats to 68%. After fully unleashing his accumulated power, he reached a terrifying 88.4%.

What does this mean?

It's important to know that Rean didn't fuse with the ordinary first-generation No. 5, but with an enhanced version.

People's physical constitutions cannot be generalized. Among the first generation of five acclimatized individuals, there were also obvious differences in strength.

After all, his original purpose for Vought was to serve as a safety net in case Homelander went out of control.

Vogelbaum used every means at his disposal without reservation on the Omega Project's test subjects.

Therefore, as the only successful case of Project Omega, Rean was able to withstand the stabs of the tactical knife with the naked eye when the progress panel was at 51%, unlike Storm, whose vital parts could not even withstand attacks from an ordinary person like Beja.

Of course, it's possible that Dr. Walter reduced the effectiveness of the original Type 5 in order to ensure a higher success rate when he experimented on his own wife.

When the panel value increased to 88.4%, Rean's physical defense, with its continuous improvement, was able to withstand the impact of the bomb's vision without taking any damage.

To put it in a pretentious way, it's like having a slightly dirty hem of clothing.

Even if Homelander threw a punch with all his might, it would be difficult to break through his defense.

The only downside is that agility has declined somewhat.

However, this did not dampen Rean's excitement.

If I had to describe his feelings at this moment in one sentence, it would be:

"I am now invincible!"

Rean couldn't help but burst into laughter, the gloom that had been weighing on his heart vanishing completely.

From this moment on, there is one more person in the world who can do whatever they want.

The fact that he could physically withstand the bomb's line of sight meant that he had officially entered the first tier; even if he couldn't kill the opponent, he was enough to force them to retreat.

Although his explosive form can only be maintained for about three minutes at his peak, it is enough.

Even if his identity is exposed now, he is not flustered at all.

Rean noticed early on that life energy does not consume one's own physical strength, but rather burns the body's chemical energy, such as ATP.

Once his energy is depleted, he will be unable to move and will be at the mercy of others. Therefore, a suitable opportunity to test him has not yet been found.

However, given Homelander's cowardly nature and tendency to bully the weak, if he can't break through Rean's defenses before the red light flashes on his chest, he'll definitely be sweating profusely and considering running away.

If he doesn't say anything, who knows how long he can hold out?

If all else fails, they can suck up a few innocent passersby to replenish their supply, which will allow them to hold out for a little longer.

If one can transform life force without loss, one can go on a killing spree, absorbing life force as one kills, evolving endlessly like a big fish eating a small fish.

Unfortunately, the life energy of ordinary people is negligible to him, mainly because it is inefficient. Only the life energy of top-tier superhumans, such as those with bomb vision, is the supplement he needs.

Perhaps, cultivating more superhuman blood cells is the direction he should consider.

Compound 5 does cause mutations in adults, but what does that have to do with him? It doesn't affect his ability to absorb life force.

If the moral bottom line is lowered enough, many difficulties will be easily solved. The problem is that the Patriots set their moral bottom line too high at the beginning. They would not do anything outrageous in public. If they had just charged Starlight with a crime and killed him early on, there would have been no later incident.

Rean saw the bomb appear in his field of vision, gathered his thoughts, and grinned a terrifying, sinister smile. "Continuing the fight isn't enough! Let's have a good, unrestrained firefight, Jacket Kid!"

Before he finished speaking, he roared and pounced forward, arriving in an instant with a giant hand nearly half the size of a human, slamming down on the head in the bomb's field of vision.

Bomb Vision raised his arms to block, resisting the unparalleled monstrous force. Instantly, his body sank, and the porcelain floor beneath his feet cracked inch by inch. An invisible airflow exploded, and the entire ground trembled slightly.

"How many blows can you withstand?"

Rean's face turned savage; he had been overwhelmed by the bomb's vision and was already seething with rage.

Another punch landed, followed by a rapid, alternating swing that created a phantom-like motion, completely disrupting the bomb's field of vision.

With Rean's transformation, the situation instantly reversed. The bomb vision that had just been in control now seemed to have become a training punching bag, unable to even fight back.

"How can there be such terrifying power? It's not human!" Robbie's arms almost went numb. He felt the immense force, like a mountain crashing down on his arms, and felt an unbearable weight on his body. He was horrified and cried out in disbelief.

Monster! He's fighting a monster!

Under Rean's furious barrage of blows, his body went from standing straight to hunched over, and then to kneeling, all in less than three seconds.

"This is impossible?!" Bomb Vision's eyes widened in anger as he roared in frustration. In his heart, there was only one person stronger than him, and that was his most hated and envied rival in love—the soldier boy.

Even a soldier boy couldn't crush him so easily; he simply couldn't accept the reality before him!

"Stop yelling and screaming! If you're going to fight, then fight! Don't whine like a weakling!"

Rean looked disdainful and slapped him so hard he fell to the ground. He didn't give the bomb a chance to take off. He reached out and grabbed the man's ankle, then swung his arm and slammed him hard into the ground!

"Hiss—cough cough!" Bomb Vision was suddenly thrown into the huge crater, and he almost fainted. He felt excruciating pain all over his body, had difficulty breathing, and his bones seemed to be groaning. However, before he could recover, he felt his legs being pulled, and then the world spun around him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rean grabbed the sprawled, rag doll-like Bomb Vision, pulled on its toad legs, and swung it around like a whirlwind, slamming it repeatedly to the ground!

The scene was so brutal that it was unbearable to watch.

boom! boom! boom!

As Rean continued to swing his arms, his struggles grew weaker and weaker. If he weren't holding onto something, he wouldn't even be able to feel the resistance from the bomb's vision anymore.

But Rean did not give up. He knew how terrifying the opponent's defense was. Whether such an attack, which would kill an ordinary person, could break through the defense of the bomb's vision was still unknown.

Under the continuous, mini-explosive-like impacts, shallow craters of varying sizes appeared, and visible gray-white shockwaves swept violently through the interior of the building, spewing debris from the already shattered windows onto the street.

Fortunately, those who were still breathing had already left this dangerous place, which resembled a battleground of ferocious beasts; otherwise, they would have been blasted away by the violent impact.

A dozen seconds later, the thirty-sixth floor of the Green Building finally succumbed to such violent destruction, with a layer of reinforced concrete slab being smashed through, kicking up clouds of dust and a flurry of flying sand and stones.

As the building collapsed, the two figures disappeared into the smoke and dust.

The next moment, a huge black shadow passed through the gray smoke and descended from the pit above. It was none other than the instigator of all this—Rean.

He floated through the air, slowly walking towards the bomb, which looked as if it had been destroyed, slumped on the rubble, half of its body buried.