Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

However, in less than a week, all the clones developed severe personality splits—the old consciousness and the new body fiercely rejected each other and tore each other apart.

Flames surged, and more than seventy out-of-control bodies were completely burned.

The experiment failed, and Zhong Guohong frowned deeply.

He immediately replicated the entire cloning production line and handed it over to Zola.

The research and development building has nine floors above ground and nine floors below ground, and most of the floors are still empty.

"The equipment, drawings, parameters, and source code are all here. You have full control," Chung Kuo-hung said succinctly.

"Understood, boss," Zola replied solemnly.

"Use your own genes to clone in batches, repeatedly debug, and call me when it's successful," Chung Kwok-hung added.

"Yes, ma'am." Zola nodded.

At this moment, he realized that consciousness and the physical body are like the software and hardware of a computer; compatibility is the key.

Cloning based on Zola's original form might avoid the rejection reaction of consciousness.

He firmly believed that the transfer of consciousness would eventually succeed—it was only a matter of time, not a matter of whether it would happen.

Preparing multiple paths to longevity in advance is simply to prevent problems before they arise.

Without overwhelming strength, even if one lives to the fullest, one may still meet a tragic end at the hands of an enemy.

Once Zola's cloning technology is implemented, he plans to mass-produce himself on a replica of Earth.

"Before I knew it, I'm almost forty."

Back at the mountaintop villa, Chung Kwok-hung sank into the sofa and suddenly realized that he was exactly thirty-nine years old this year.

"With a bullseye in hand, you're guaranteed to live for 500 years, and a thousand years is not out of the question."

Xu Wenwu, who has lived for hundreds of years, still looks like he is in his early thirties.

He, Wanda, Natasha, and Susan, who also hold the ten rings, could easily endure for hundreds more years without any pressure.

He summoned Wanda and the others, and was instantly surrounded by a group of beauties, laughing and chatting.

After watching a movie, the group strolled up to the rooftop, set up a grill under the starry sky, and had an open-air barbecue party.

"Zhong, Piteno and Maria's baby is due soon." Wanda's eyes lit up with envy—she had been looking forward to having a child for years, but after trying for many years, her belly remained flat; her medical reports were all clean, which made her uneasy.

"With you all by my side, I really don't care whether I have children or not." Chung Kwok-hung said solemnly, each word clear.

"I want to have a child," Wanda said softly.

"I'd like to too," Susan replied readily.

Natasha, who had just recovered from her illness, also had the same light burning in her eyes.

"Then... I'll try even harder." Chung Kwok-hung felt a mix of emotions. In his previous life, he was all alone and had never been a father.

Perhaps it was because he was a time traveler, or perhaps it was because his power was too great, or perhaps the treasure basin secretly stirred up his destiny.

Unable to find a solution, he simply stopped obsessing over it.

Those whose souls are immortal can be reincarnated after death, and their bloodlines scattered in various places cause them to be deeply attached to each other.

While the physiological mechanisms in the Marvel universe make natural conception difficult, technological means have long since overcome this limitation.

Chung Kuo-hung believes that having children is something that cannot be forced; it's best to let nature take its course.

After a satisfying meal, everyone returned to their bedrooms downstairs, tacitly agreeing to work together to ensure the Zhong family's continued prosperity.

The next morning, after finishing his morning exercise, Chung Kwok-hung felt refreshed and jumped into the golden swimming pool.

Eric melted down the more than 300 tons of gold he had stolen to make the walls of the pool.

Golden waves surged, their shimmering light dazzling, a sight so magnificent it took one's breath away.

Xuyang Mountain Villa is self-sufficient: it relies entirely on its own water and electricity.

A water plant was built on the riverbank specifically to supply water to the resort;

Powered by a miniature nuclear fusion reactor, the electrical energy is more than sufficient;

The water in the golden swimming pool is changed daily and is crystal clear.

After swimming, he changed into some neat clothes and headed straight to Superpower Park.

"The place was packed with adults and children, especially Chinese tourists—the ticket revenue alone exceeded one million dollars a day, and with the rent from the merchants, we made a solid net profit of three million dollars."

It is currently the only theme park in the world with superpowers as its theme, and there is no other one like it.

Since it opened its doors to the public, established theme parks like Disney have seen their visitor numbers dwindle day by day.

After a cursory glance at the park's operations, Chung Kwok-hung turned and headed back up the mountain.

"Natasha and the others are in seclusion cultivating, and since they're just idling around anyway, why don't they go to Gotham and clean up the trash?"

He built a flying motorcycle by hand, inspired by the Silver Surfer's skateboard.

"The speed is slightly faster than the speed of light, and I've added optical cloaking so I don't have to go through the trouble of concealing myself; the energy shield is also welded shut for complete safety."

After several rounds of adjustments, staring at the streamlined war machine in front of him, he finally grinned.

Silver Surfer's skateboard was already faster than the speed of light, and even after being modified into a motorcycle, its top speed still surpassed the speed of light.

After a short workout after dinner, he briefly explained a few things to Wanda and the others, then mounted his motorcycle and sped off into the night.

Gotham City in the Marvel Universe is very close to New York City, only a few thousand kilometers from Sunrise Villa.

The motorcycle roared into the air and hovered over Gotham a few minutes later.

He found a secluded alleyway and landed quietly.

Gotham is a breeding ground for crime, and there are almost no security cameras on the streets—newly installed ones are smashed on the same day they are installed.

Inside and outside the police station, countless people secretly tipped off the gangsters.

Chung Kwok-hung, having not yet locked onto a target, slowly patrolled the streets on his motorcycle.

"Batman? I actually ran into him."

A dozen minutes later, his gaze sharpened—the clown and his gang were emerging from the dark, narrow alley.

He drew his pistol from his waist and fixed the muzzle firmly on the target.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty bullets had been fired.

The gunshots were as soft as the fluttering of a cicada's wing. From the moment the gun was fired to the moment it was put away, the entire process was completely silent, and no one noticed anything amiss.

The motorcycle engine roared on and on, and the wheels never stopped turning.

Bullets streaked through the air, and the clown and his henchmen fell to the ground one after another, collapsing to the floor.

Zhong Guohong didn't even bother to glance at the twenty-odd corpses lying haphazardly out of the corner of his eye. He twisted the accelerator and sped away.

"Harley Quinn? A psychiatrist obsessed with lunatics?"

He glanced at the tall woman, who was dressed boldly and covered in tattoos, and followed her at a leisurely pace.

I have absolutely no interest in her—she's surrounded by a bunch of people, probably from the Suicide Squad thing.

Half an hour later, the celestial phenomena changed abruptly more than ten kilometers away.

Dark clouds churned high in the sky, and lightning tore through the heavens, creating a continuous, deafening roar.

"The scene is quite intimidating. I wonder what skills they can get out of the Enchantress and her brother."

"The Enchantress has lived for over six thousand years, making her even older than Odin."

"Unfortunately, they are both just souls, without flesh and blood, so there's no way to dissect them for research."

Xuyang Villa doesn't have any equipment for soul analysis, let alone the corresponding technical means.

Chung Kwok-hung followed behind the suicide squad, and just half an hour later, the melee erupted.

A group of charcoal-black puppets lunged at Harley and her friends, their movements stiff, their heads smashing to pieces with a single blow.

With such flimsy fighting capabilities, Chung Kwok-hung sat on his motorcycle, puffing on cigarettes, purely watching the show as a bystander.

Before long, all the puppets collapsed, and the witch's brother personally entered the fray.

The man's hands moved freely, and scorching white flames shot from his fingertips, the heat so intense that it was impossible to open one's eyes.