He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

It was like a giant's warhammer violently pounding the earth!

Los grabbed Sam's right foot and slammed him left and right on the lab floor, quickly creating two holes!

A fierce wind howled, and pebbles flew everywhere!

"Again!"

Los laughed heartily, tossing Sam against the titanium wall with one hand, his eyes flashing a faint red light.

Having just finished warming up, he was enveloped in white steam, his steel-like muscles slightly bulging his shirt, making him look like an alien demon god.

Just as he was about to continue his punches, Sam, whose face was bruised, nose swollen, and body covered in injuries, suddenly raised his hands and shouted, "No, I'm not fighting anymore!"

Bang!

Los's fist swept past Sam's ear and slammed into the titanium alloy protective wall of the laboratory, creating a terrifying half-meter-wide dent!

"You're awake?" Los looked at Sam in surprise.

"Actually, I've been sober for a while now."

Sam covered his swollen face and said bitterly, "But just thinking about the night before last makes me break down completely."

He only wanted to vent his anger, but he was completely stunned by Los's attack.

Los tucked his fist in.

He turned and walked out of the laboratory, leaving behind the final words: "No matter what, your brother Jintong didn't blame you that night."

Sam slid down the wall and sat on the ground, covering his already wet eyes.

Stepping out of Sam's laboratory.

Los pulled down his rolled-up shirt sleeves and looked at Jordan, whose eyes were glazed over. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You're much more exaggerated than a ghost."

Jordan, his mouth dry, couldn't help but ask, "What changes have occurred in your body?"

Los shrugged and casually said, "I used to be able to [enhance] matter, and now I've discovered I can enhance my own body too."

"I see," Jordan said, suddenly realizing.

This was the reason Los came up with to rationalize the engineered Kryptonian physique, since the source of Superman's power was his biggest secret.

After his battle with Sam, Los gained a better understanding of his current situation.

After only one or two days of exposure to the yellow sun, he was able to suppress Sam, the strongest test subject with a force of over ten tons, solely through his strength and steel body.

If I continue to bask in the sun for a few more months, I should be able to basically roam freely in the world of black robes.

As for the day he graduated from Gododkin University three years later, all Los could say was that he would be in trouble if he didn't quickly get to know his countrymen.

Of course, Los was not actually aware of the true strength of his countrymen.

Many American comic book works from the past lacked expressive power due to funding issues.

Los felt that defining real combat power based solely on vague concepts from his past life was unrealistic and far too arrogant.

Superman may be arrogant, but the injustice of the dead and Superman's crushing defeat serve as a constant reminder to Los!

"I not only have superhuman strength, but also knowledge that transcends time."

Los thought to himself, "When facing an opponent with insufficient information, I can first test the waters with my steel armor to fully confirm their combat strength before crushing them with superhuman strength."

Imagine the despair of the enemy when, after exhausting all their strength to shatter the steel armor and thinking they have won everything, they find themselves emerging from the armor as a steel body adorned with an S-shaped totem.

Phase One: Supportive Superpowers - Los.

Phase Two: Steel Armor Loss.

Phase Three: Superman Los.

"Besides, I'm only eighteen years old, and I can keep getting stronger just by sunbathing."

Los wasn't in a hurry; time was on his side.

032 Goal: King of the World!

"Just my engineered genetic Kryptonian superhuman physique is enough to completely transform me and give me the confidence to become the strongest creature in the Black Robe world."

Los couldn't help but feel a little emotional:

"So, what about the Kryptonian physique, which is specifically designed for battle and has a combat genotype?"

He could clearly feel that, in addition to his basic super strength and steel body, the speed of his brain's thinking was also continuously increasing.

A super brain—that should be a standard gift for genetically engineered Kryptonians.

The Stark Industries knowledge that Iron Man's Ghost previously mentioned, which would take a year to fully digest, can now perhaps be completely digested in a month or even a week.

"Boss, what are you thinking about?"

Jordan looked at Los with curiosity. Now, her role was more like that of an assistant, which was an outward manifestation of Los's growing prestige.

Los chuckled and said, "Thinking about our future goals: to control the world."

Jordan thought it was just a joke, but this time Los wasn't lying.

After taking control of the campus, the goal is the whole world!

Jordan looked at the students and researchers imprisoned in the underground experimental base and asked, "What should we do with this underground experimental base?"

After thinking for a moment, Los arranged, "For the test subjects who are in good mental condition, Kate can erase their memories and then let them return to school."

"Those who are not in good mental condition, like Sam, will be kept in the lab for the time being and given treatment."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "As for the researchers, let them continue their work."

Hearing this, Jordan looked at Los blankly, "Continue working?"

"right."

Los nodded and looked around the underground experimental base. "Previously, the goal of the experiments here was to develop a virus that could control all superhumans."

"Now, the research direction has been changed to further improve compound number five!"

Los's eyes were sharp.

He knew that.

I, Jordan, and most of the superhumans in this world were injected with second-generation compound 5 in our childhood.

In this world of black robes, there was an even more powerful first-generation compound, Compound 5, which was ten times more effective than the ordinary second-generation compound 5 and could even grant immortality!

Superman also ages, but the process is very slow under the yellow sun.

If one could further enhance their material conversion ability through Compound No. 5 and obtain the effect of maintaining immortality.

Los would naturally not refuse.

Due to the major changes at the school, including the deaths of Golden Boy, Anderson, and Black, Godotkin University is currently on an indefinite leave of absence.

Jordan took advantage of this time to go off-campus to look for a location for Steel Body Industry.

It happened on the morning of the third day.

Jordan, in her female form, wore a neat suit and black-rimmed glasses, making her look more like a business elite than her former poker face.

She led Ross out of a white Bugatti sports car.

Los bought this sports car for his daily use. He originally intended to buy any car he wanted, but according to Jordan, he needed to maintain a certain level of prestige to do business in New York.

The "rich second generation" persona makes it faster and easier for them to start from scratch.

Ever since he gained the ability to convert money into gold, in Los's eyes, money is just money.

He listened to Jordan and bought the sports car to serve as an internal vehicle for company employees.

As he stepped out of the sports car, Los surveyed the vast, abandoned factory before him.

Jordan explained, "This used to be one of the largest steel mills in New York City in the last century, but it closed down a little over a decade ago due to industrial relocation."

"The location is 19 kilometers from the headquarters of the Water Group and 21 kilometers from Gododin University."

"There are no business disputes. You can buy the commercial land, including all the facilities, simply by paying a sufficient sum of money..."

“That’s enough,” Los interrupted Jordan.

He stood in front of the main building of the huge factory, basking in the warm morning sun, and casually said, "This is fine. From now on, you can handle these small matters as you see fit."

Jordan was speechless.

Little things?

This is a huge deal worth over 70 million US dollars!

That makes sense, though; for this guy, money is always the easiest thing to do.

Jordan asked, "Now that we've chosen a location, the factory will be established soon. Do we need to recruit employees now?"

Ross glanced at her and said matter-of-factly, "With you, me, and Kate, the three of us are enough."

"Huh?" Jordan was dumbfounded.

This is a huge factory that covers more than one acre!

Moreover, Los and Kate don't really care about anything; you could say that he's the only future employee of this industry!

Los smiled.

He founded the Steel Body Industry, but all he needed was a suitable site to build supercomputers, artificial satellites, various steel armors, and new elemental energy reactors.

With artificial intelligence and steel armies operating 24/7, what will employees still be needed for?

"But."

Jordan wanted to say something more, but then he saw something flash before his eyes and it was rapidly approaching!

"Oh?"

Los narrowed his eyes, sensing something first, but made no move.

The next moment.

Rusty blades, sharp steel pipes, and bits of wire—they were all removed, leaving only a trail of debris on the surface of the body!

"Los!"

A sudden attack.

Jordan instinctively wanted to unleash an energy blast, but Los stopped him with a wave of his hand.

Faced with the dense array of metal objects surrounding him, Los calmly said, "Don't worry about me, find a place to hide."

Jordan seemed to have thought of something.

She was in the most danger now, so she nodded quickly and stepped back to a distance.

Los stared directly at the blade's tip, which was inches away, and asked, "Aren't you coming out?"

"No need to ask."

A deep male voice with electronic music rang out.

Los lowered his eyes and saw a communicator that floated closer.

The communicator continued to transmit a message: "Loss, freshman at Godotkin University. I know your ability to detonate nearby objects, so I won't come near you."

Los shrugged and asked, "So, what do you want with me?"

The man on the other end of the communicator said quickly, "I need to know the truth about Andre Anderson's death!"

“I understand.” Los nodded.

In fact, once he saw the metal being remotely manipulated, he knew who the attackers were.

Godotkin University Board of Trustees, Anderson's father.

Two extremes.

The opponent also possesses the ability to manipulate metal, and is clearly more powerful than Anderson.

They are also well aware of the limitations of their own abilities and choose to remotely control the metal clamps, demonstrating their extensive experience.

If it were me a week ago, I might have really suffered a huge loss.