Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 967 The World Is Mine

The group quickly reached a consensus and decided to run away together.

Before the other party could react, they withdrew a large sum of cash and also purchased a batch of food.

The reason they were able to reach an agreement so quickly is because they are now all in the same boat, and none of them can escape.

As for selling out others for wealth or the chance to survive, forget it.

It's not that they don't want to do it, but the main problem is that the people they can betray are either the top brass of the league or Superman of the league, and none of them are trustworthy.

Needless to say, the various questionable actions of the alliance's top management have already exhausted their credibility when they first set foot on this land, and now they are in debt until the day the world ends.

The League of Legends Superman is like a mad dog; turning his back on someone is perfectly normal for him. If you dare to betray him, he'll tear you apart.

In this situation, it's better for a few people to stick together and keep warm; there might be a glimmer of hope.

After all, they are all capable individuals, so their survival skills are not bad, and they may very well make a name for themselves in the future.

After reaching a consensus, the group combined their resources and devised a simple yet complex escape route.

That's a bit of a contradiction, but that's exactly what I'm looking for.

By drawing lots, each person was responsible for a section of the escape route. Because of their different ideas, backgrounds, and experiences, the entire plan was completely unpredictable. Even they themselves did not know what to do next, let alone the people tracking them. This was their goal.

The lottery began, and Thumb Guy got the number one.

Thumb, who had just joined the team, wasn't quite used to it yet, but there was no time for him, so he slapped his forehead and decided to use his racial advantage to rob and steal cars.

This was absolutely foolish, but since it had already been decided, the group didn't waste any more words. Even the minotaur put on an oversized hoodie, hung a thick fake gold chain around his wrist, and carried an AK to join the robbery.

Because of the Alliance's diversity, besides goblins, there are many other alien races. However, these alien races, who are used to solving problems with fists and swords, find it difficult to adapt to most modern jobs. Therefore, they can only contribute to the Alliance's crime rate. Otherwise, where would the more than one million immigrants added each year go? So, a few robberies are nothing special and just become a set of data for the police station. As for when the case will be solved, well...

Just as the group had predicted, after confirming that Superman hadn't immediately lost his temper and there was still room for reconciliation, the League of Legends began tracking down the group. They needed to give Superman a punching bag to appease this tantrum-throwing brat and stop him from flipping the table. However, to the League of Legends executives' surprise, these people were too familiar with their style. Without a word, they simply ran away. By the time the League of Legends executives realized what was happening, it was already difficult to track them down, because they hadn't expected the group to escape by hijacking a car.

Based on their guess, the other party would definitely use some covert methods, such as paying professionals to help people escape.

After making inquiries, they found that no one was willing to take the job, and realized something was wrong. They urgently sent people to investigate, but they encountered obstacles everywhere.

It's not that the people sent by the League of Legends are incompetent; they must be elites. But Yan Xu and his group are all ability users. Their speed and efficiency are simply incomparable to ordinary people. For example, when hijacking a car, ordinary hijackers have to consider whether the other party has a gun, which one can steal more, and if they fail, they might be killed in return, or be chased by the police.

But for Thumb Guy, as long as the car is big enough and powerful enough, he'll just rob it first. And there are just too many similar cases in the League of Legends. Even the police don't take it seriously, let alone the investigators sent by the League of Legends.

Moreover, because they lost the initiative, the people sent by League of Legends couldn't relentlessly chase after the opponent like dogs. They had to intercept them through prediction. The problem was that, facing an opponent who was sometimes incompetent, sometimes cunning, and sometimes experienced, the people responsible for tracking them completely broke down and almost had a mental breakdown, because they simply couldn't predict what the opponent would do next.

They had never encountered such a target before. Generally, even small groups of a few people would choose a leader to decide the plan. But this time, their opponents were clearly different. It was as if they were taking turns deciding what to do next, and whether it was clever or foolish, they would carry it out. This made it impossible for the people in charge of tracking them to adapt.

Although the League of Legends sensed something was wrong and mobilized more manpower, they were too late. They also didn't know how the opponent had left, only that they had escaped the League's territory. The League of Legends attempted to locate the opponent using mystical powers, but were directly consumed by fel energy. Clearly, the opponent possessed a powerful figure, which made the League of Legends hesitant to act rashly.

Fortunately, they managed to calm Superman down, but they certainly didn't see the gloomy expression on Superman's face when he got up to use the bathroom at night.

After completely destroying the white, curly hair with the heat ray, Superman pressed the flush button, but his face looked terrible, as if he had eaten shit, and he didn't even care that his shoes were wet with urine.

"It's ridiculous!" Now, no matter how unwilling he is to admit it, he has to face the cruel reality that he, the god among men, is getting old.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are inevitable for everyone, but Superman disagrees. He believes he is a god, and even if he has been defeated, he is still a god who is above all living beings, and gods do not age.

But the reality is, even if he destroys the evidence of his body's aging, he can't fool himself.

The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were no longer smile lines, but deep ravines that could trap mosquitoes. His skin, which was once tougher than super alloy, began to sag, and his full muscles shrank in size. There was also an increasing sense of unfamiliar heaviness, making his steel body seem to be rusted and bound by chains.

Even he himself is now unsure whether this body of steel can still withstand various attacks and damage.

The physical signs that appeared forced Superman to constantly confront a cruel reality: he was aging and heading towards death.

Moreover, Superman isn't stupid, at least not as stupid as the league's top brass thinks; it's just that he never needed a brain in the past.

With a steel body capable of withstanding nuclear bombs, super heat rays that can melt through aircraft carriers, and supersonic flight, he is practically omnipotent.

His unparalleled power allows Superman to face any problem with impunity, because the problem will never be him.

But ever since that defeat in Tokyo, he has noticed that those people have changed.

They still had the same ingratiating smiles, still fulfilled all his conditions, and even their treatment remained unchanged. Yet, he still keenly sensed that they had changed, and even the world had begun to feel unfamiliar to him.

It's like a player who's used to playing single-player games and has god-like privileges, only to find out after playing online that they're not god at all, but just a deadbeat couch potato.

Yet another failure made Superman realize that time was running out and it was time to make a decision.

Even Superman himself wouldn't believe that League of Legends hadn't prepared a countermeasure against him. He used to have an indestructible body of steel, but now...
Pinching his slightly loose skin, the atrophying muscles, and his increasingly protruding belly, Superman finally made up his mind.

"I am God, I am God who will never die or grow old!" Superman's growl revealed his unwavering resolve. He went to the basement, used his immense strength to tear open the safe secured by steel pillars, took out the cup inside, and without hesitation, drank down the thick green liquid inside, which was churning like lava.

The fel blood from the Abyss Lord began to transform and strengthen this aging steel body.

A burning sensation spread from his throat to his limbs, as if countless branding irons were branding something firmly onto his body and soul. But Superman couldn't care less about that, because under the influence of the fel blood, his youth had returned, and his power had returned!

His skin became firmer, his muscles became fuller, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes disappeared at a visible speed. He even saw that the angle of his brow had surpassed that of his adolescence.

Superman, his eyes blazing with demonic energy, gave a wicked smile and unleashed a dense green ray at the ripped-open safe. The specially designed safe, capable of withstanding armor-piercing rounds, rapidly decayed, eventually turning into a pile of rubble. Superman knew then that it had all been worthwhile; even the whispers around him sounded much more pleasant. However…
"Hahaha, what Burning Legion? This world will only belong to our Alliance Superman!"

(End of this chapter)