He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

"That rich woman ate really well."

Queen Maeve's eyes sparkled, and she covered her mouth, laughing merrily.

After a brief chat, and with the alcohol on their lips, the two became much more comfortable with each other.

Los and Queen Maeve quickly got to the topic of the Super Seven.

Queen Maeve narrowed her eyes and pondered, "It's not good that you offended the Deep Sea on your very first day, but the Deep Sea's status isn't that high."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "To gain a foothold in the Super Seven, besides having a good relationship with the leader, you also need to increase your own popularity. Having fans to support you is the best."

"Popularity".

Los nodded to himself. The Super Seven was less a team of heroes and more a top idol group that combined strength, fame, and status.

“Heroic achievements, promotional speeches, and attendance at events can all effectively enhance brand awareness.”

Queen Maeve hesitated for a moment before adding, "And then there are the romantic rumors between the hero members."

Los couldn't help but look at Queen Maeve, the one who had once been rumored to be in a romantic relationship with her countrymen and whose popularity ranked among the top three in the group of seven.

However, recently the two seem to be showing signs of breaking up and severing ties.

Queen Maeve, holding her wine glass, suddenly seemed lost in thought, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the dance hall of the upscale bar.

Los glanced at her; she was a very beautiful white woman.

That's it.

He suddenly remembered that this woman seemed to be a lesbian.

No wonder, all those previous rumors about her relationships with her compatriots were just acting to boost her fame.

and many more!

Los's peripheral vision, through his heightened eyesight during his awakened state, allowed him to see the rooftop of a tall building across the street outside the bar.

Under a bright moon.

The American flag cape swayed in the night breeze, and a male figure stood on the railing, looking down at the two people inside the bar, as if listening to their private conversation.

Those are people from our motherland!

Los remained impassive, pretending not to see anything and averting his gaze.

Was the other party targeting him?

Los felt it wasn't like that; the task his countrymen had assigned him—following the locomotive—was more like a test for his entry into the workforce.

As for tonight, it seems the Chinese people are more interested in Queen Maeve.

Los looked at Queen Maeve.

At this moment, Queen Maeve seemed to recall something unpleasant. Her eyes, slightly glazed as she drank, reminded her:

"Loss, you'd better not get too close to your own people."

That's a bad thing!

Los's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't bring himself to remind Queen Maeve in front of his countrymen.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "Why, Miss Maeve? What is your opinion of Mr. John?"

Queen Maeve commented: "Arrogant, aloof, and dictatorial, serving him is like walking on thin ice; no one can get close to his heart."

Very well, Ms. Maeve, you have found your way to death.

Los sighed inwardly, but he knew that Queen Maeve had given him, the newcomer, a special warning tonight for his own good.

On the plane, Queen Maeve indirectly saved his life.

In that case, Los had no choice but to find a way to salvage the situation.

“You’re wrong, Miss Maeve.”

Ross took a sip of his drink and said seriously, "I think Mr. John is very pitiful."

"shut up!"

Queen Maeve suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she had suddenly sobered up, and quickly looked around in a panic.

She couldn't hide her fear and lowered her voice, saying, "Do you know what you're saying? If this gets back to the ears of our countrymen..."

Los said seriously, "I know that even if Mr. John were here, I would say the same thing."

“Mr. John is born with absolute power. Ordinary people and even superhumans all revere him and regard him as an outsider. Isn’t that pitiful?”

Los sighed. "Mr. John doesn't want to be seen as an outsider, a monster. Does that mean he has no choice but to become a god? He has no other option!"

He clenched his fist and swung it forcefully. "Regardless of what others think, as members of the Super Seven and Mr. John's partners, if Mr. John wants to become a monster, then we must become monsters too. If he wants to become a god, then we should follow him!"

"After all, the people of our motherland, Mr. John, are not at fault. If there is any fault, it is the world that is at fault, not him!"

Los's words were serious and forceful, leaving Queen Maeve stunned and speechless for a long time.

Outside the bar.

Under the hazy moonlight of the night sky.

A Chinese man, draped in a cloak draped with the national flag, stood alone on the rooftop of a 100-meter-high building. His fist, which had been clenched tightly because of Queen Maeve's evaluation, gradually relaxed.

He looked down at the bustling, vibrant, yet alienating metropolis, and fell into a long silence, only a glimmer of tears appearing at the corner of his eye.

It turns out, there are people in this world who understand him.

039 The Chess Player Who Controls the World

Deep within the soul's space.

Amidst the apocalyptic ruins of New York, Los is playing Go with the undead Iron Man.

After these days of experimentation, he discovered that the soul space, to a certain extent, can change according to his will.

For example, the chessboard and pieces that are intact in this New York ruin were conjured by Los through his own will.

In addition, Los discovered something very important.

That is, he must abide by the deal he made with the two spirits in the soul space.

Conversely, the same applies to Iron Man and Injustice Superman!

Just like a contract, once one party's conditions are met, both parties must abide by the previous agreement!

and so.

When Lost finally took control of Godotkin University, Injustice Superman was forced to renew his deal, receiving a Kryptonian physique with engineered genes.

This also means that when Los truly takes control of the Black Robe world again, Injustice Superman will only be able to grant the Kryptonian talent of a combat-oriented gene.

When Los stands at the pinnacle of the world, able to traverse universes, he can only search for the Marvel Universe from Iron Man's lifetime.

One link after another.

This made it hard for Los not to suspect that the two undead old men might have other motives.

Of course, it doesn't make much sense to consider these things now.

Los has not even fully grasped the game in the world of the Black Robe, let alone the things at the top of the world or beyond the universe.

"What are you thinking about? It's your turn to log off."

The undead Iron Man, whose human body was almost fused with nano-armor, sat on the ruins, holding a white chess piece, and urged.

Los snapped out of his daze, picked up the black pieces, and placed them without even looking at them.

Although Stark, a genius of his time, learns things quickly, without using artificial intelligence, how could he possibly outsmart Los, whose super brain is gradually awakening?

Looking at the territory being besieged on the chessboard, Iron Man slightly widened his eyes, twitched his mustache, and waved his hand, saying:

"Forget it, I'm not playing anymore. It's like playing chess with Jarvis."

He seemed to have thought of something else to amuse him, and asked with great interest, "Loss, which side will you choose to side with outside?"

Los knew that Iron Man referred to the Seven and the Black Order.

Today, one of the Black Robe Inspectors, Breast Milk, asked him to help investigate intelligence about the locomotive and Compound V.

At the meeting of the Super Seven, his countrymen asked him to assist the locomotive the next day in resolving the issue of being targeted by the Black Robe Police.

Moreover, Los could truly feel that this was a test from his countrymen for his employment!

No matter how much trust you gain from your motherland, what your motherland values ​​most is always her own interests.

It's of little use to him; even if it fawns over him like the Deep Sea, it's nothing more than a loyal toy fish.

If Ross wants to solidify his position in the Super Seven, or even 'guide and train' his countrymen, he must first prove his worth.

"Helping both sides, yet not helping either side."

Los smiled lightly and erased the chessboard from the soul space.

On the Seven's side, the Americans see themselves as dictators, controlling everything within the Vought Group.

On the Black Robe Police Force's side, Butcher also considers himself the absolute leader and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

There are no good people, everyone is a bad guy.

So, Los will turn around and treat them as pawns until he achieves the final chessboard of controlling the Black Robe world!

Behind the soul space, the red sun's radiation shone brightly.

Injustice Superman quietly raised his eyes, gazing at Los's increasingly powerful figure, and began to awaken his superhuman strength.

This kid is already showing signs of becoming a world king.

Unfortunately, it's still far from the true throne.

……

The next day, in the morning.

Donning a dark, imitation black battle suit, Los met the locomotive on a street in the detached apartment district, as arranged by his countrymen the day before.

The locomotives that had also come to join the meeting could be seen from afar standing next to the road sign, with the second-generation Black Los standing there.

He thought of his buddy Shenhai's experience yesterday, and now this second-generation Xuanse was clearly a supervisor planted by the motherland.

The locomotive felt a surge of discontent and couldn't resist the urge to tease the new black-clad man.

It's also a show of force!

Therefore.

The locomotive didn't slow down; instead, it sped up faster and faster, moving at supersonic speeds like lightning!

Almost instantly, he ran across the road next to Neo-Black Los!

But, but!

Just as the two brushed past each other.

Suddenly, the locomotive got goosebumps all over. It was the second-generation Xuanse who had been standing there blankly waiting that suddenly turned his gaze in his direction.

During the race, the two, both wearing goggles, seemed to briefly meet each other's eyes.

real or fake?

The locomotive froze, then stumbled and tumbled down the road ahead.

From an ordinary person's perspective, the locomotive seems to appear out of thin air.

Due to the strong inertia, the black man's body rolled at high speed for twenty or thirty meters on the highway until he crashed into a large tree on the side of the road and came to a stop.

The leaves fluttered down, startling several small birds into flight.

The locomotive was bruised and battered, its body felt like it was falling apart, and it took it a while to recover after lying on the grass.

At that moment, a black combat boot arrived nearby.

The second-generation black-clad man kindly reminded him, "Mr. Locomotive, sleeping is not allowed here."

The locomotive, still lying on the ground, twitched slightly at the corner of its mouth.

The second-generation Xuanse quickly adopted a look of having learned something, exclaiming in surprise, "Wait a minute, could this be a special morning exercise method of the older generation of heroes?"

Locomotive: "..."