Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

With a slight thought, the young man didn't even have time to scream before his entire body instantly disintegrated into a wisp of green smoke, leaving not even ashes behind.

After walking down half a street, he was ambushed by five groups of people—all of them were young lads with fierce eyes and black hearts. Without exception, they all vanished the moment he raised his eyes.

Back at Xuyang Villa, he jumped directly into the pool, splashing water everywhere, drawing sidelong glances and smiles from the beauties in the pool.

The next morning, the members of the Cosmic Gods Group arrived.

Eleven colossi, each hundreds of meters tall, tore through space without warning and stood majestically above the mountain villa.

Zhong Guohong, wielding the Minghong Blade, didn't bother to speak. With each flash of his blade, members of the Heavenly God Group fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, an elite squad had been wiped out.

"A colossal creature hundreds of meters tall, all show and no substance; cleave it in two with a single stroke, and there's no need for even a wail."

He took out the treasure basin and made copies of all the remains and armor of the fallen soldiers. He selected the divine corpse with the most abundant energy and sent it to the replica moon for Xiaobai to dissect. The remaining ten corpses were distributed to Banner's team to be disassembled layer by layer.

These celestial bodies exist between reality and illusion, seemingly radiant and colorful, yet their inner energy is solid and undiminished, with not a trace of energy leaking out.

"My current combat power is probably already at the ceiling of the American variety show universe."

"Even if my physical body still has room for improvement, as long as I hold the Minghong Blade tightly, my sharpness will surpass the entire universe and far exceed the limits."

With his mind at ease, Chung Kwok-hung strolled to the lakeside, cast his line, and began fishing, looking relaxed and content.

The leader of the Cosmic Gods Group couldn't withstand a single strike from him.

The newly ascended gods of Apokolips probably didn't even have time to see the shadow of his raised hand.

Diana and Hippolyta served tea and fruit and answered each other softly, while he sat comfortably fishing for more than three hours.

The next morning, feeling utterly bored, he had a sudden thought and his mind wandered across the globe.

"Sloan, Close, Fox? These names on the wanted poster look familiar."

The thought had barely formed in my mind when the person vanished without a trace.

In less than three days, the hot-bodied and beautiful Fox was completely defeated by his superpower suppression and money-driven pursuit.

She had only been practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture for a few days when she was completely convinced and her body submitted to it.

After returning to Xuyang Villa, Zhong Guohong once again closed his doors to visitors, living a quiet and peaceful life.

The villains in the American variety show Earth are too weak; as long as they don't provoke you, they won't even bother to lift an eyelid.

In his eyes now, the only ones truly worthy of his attention are the five creator gods, the new god of Apocalypse, and the ancient gods who have been dormant for a long time.

"Looking at the entire American variety show universe, I'm probably the first one."

After a moment's thought, he simply gave up the idea of ​​actively searching for the creator god.

Although this universe is fragile and easily broken, it contains countless planets.

If one were to personally travel to Apokolips or the hidden places of the five creator gods, with bad luck, even after spending tens of thousands of years, it might all be in vain.

As for ordinary ancient gods? Wherever he swung his sword, swathes of them turned to ashes.

Remembering the ambush he had been ambushed a few days ago, Chung Kwok-hung picked up his fishing rod again.

"Going out alone increases the chances of getting harassed, and it's also a waste of time."

After a moment's thought, he decided to create a batch of bait—humanoid puppets.

"Young and beautiful, with eye-catching clothes, and who are independent, these are the easiest targets to hook."

After a few seconds of contemplation, he asked Xiaobai to redraw a set of female bionic bodies based on the Sentinel.

Half an hour later, he replicated the design in batches, producing a thousand in one go.

"Each body has a different height and face shape, so we'll add accessories to each one."

A few minutes later, the robots changed into short skirts and hot pants, adorned with jade necklaces, luxury watches on their wrists, diamond rings on their fingers, and designer handbags, their bodies shimmering with pearls.

As night fell, Zhong Guohong teleported out and quietly placed them in the shadows of a street corner.

Operation "fishing bandits" has officially begun.

The puppets, having received their orders, moved nimbly through the streets.

In less than ten minutes, more than thirty bodies had been targeted.

Designer handbags, jade necklaces, gold watches, and diamond rings—it's no wonder that a lone woman, adorned with wealth, attracts covetous eyes.

Asian faces, tall figures, and striking features make them easy prey for some.

The puppet turned into a narrow alley, and two fierce-looking young men exchanged a smile and quietly followed him in.

In an instant, two balls of flame rose up in the alley, filling the air with a burnt stench.

The puppet walked out slowly, strolling leisurely as usual.

Inside Xuyang Villa, Zhong Guohong replicated a thousand more Asian robots that looked like middle-aged men.

"A sharp suit, a dazzling gold chain, a gleaming watch—just standing there, he screams 'easy to fleece.'"

He scattered the new puppets throughout the city and then went into the bathroom.

The fishing bandits were purely motivated by revenge; two thousand sentry robots were more than enough.

Soaking in the steaming hot soup, with Wanda and the others gently massaging his shoulders and neck, Chung Kwok-hung felt completely relaxed, even his bones felt comfortable.

"In my past life, I filmed many documentary videos with Jingru, Huairu, and Yamada Keiko. Now that I have plenty of free time, I might as well strike while the iron is hot, first film my daily life with Wanda, and then record my time with Natasha..."

These images are left for me to look back on in the next life, both to reminisce and to cherish.

Two hours later, Chung Kwok-hung picked up a camera and started taking photos of Wanda and the others.

When she's wrapped in a cheongsam, she exudes grace and elegance; when she emerges from the water in a bikini, she's dazzling and captivating; when she's in a sharp suit, she's capable and efficient; when she's in a silk nightgown, she's languid and carefree...

"Wow, I'm actually quite photogenic?"

As he looked through the newly exported footage, his fingertips paused slightly, a sense of peace and comfort washing over him.

For the next ten days or so, he carried his camera every day, capturing the morning light and cooking smoke, laughter and whispers, and the tea being refilled as it cooled.

Each video clip was burned and backed up using a treasure pot, and then securely stored deep within a replica of the Moon Palace.

The two thousand sentinel robots were scattered throughout the streets and alleys, and anyone harboring malicious intentions or attempting to kill secretly was suppressed on the spot.

Some froze into translucent ice statues, while others burned into wisps of smoke, not even having time to utter a scream.

The Sentinels' combat power far surpasses that of 90% of mutants;

Even enhanced individuals injected with the Super Soldier Serum cannot withstand more than three moves from it.

In Chung Kwok-hung's eyes, Tony's armor, Zola's consciousness leap, and the Sentinel's neural coordination system are all considered hardcore existences among black technologies.

That afternoon, he strolled into his study and pulled up the real-time monitoring of the fishing bandits.

"The results are remarkable; there are almost zero attacks in Asian neighborhoods."

With their explosive strength, lightning-fast reflexes, and ability to instantly unleash superpowers, Sentinels deal with street provocations with the ease of crushing ants.

Those who fell were all habitual offenders, robbers, and thugs from underground boxing rings—the police searched through the case files, assuming it was some vigilantes who had taken action, but the clues always ended halfway through.

Before they could figure out what was going on, a new wave of bloodthirsty monsters tore through the night.

The remains of those madmen had already been secretly transported away by various forces.

An Essex Corporation gene activation experiment went out of control, giving birth to an enhanced version of the monster, which quickly spread uncontrollably.