He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics

Jordan, dressed in a well-fitting suit and high heels, knocked on the door of the CEO's studio.

Inside the office, Los calmly said, "You've already written the draft, so why don't you also give the speech for me?"

Jordan in her female form could no longer contain herself. Her body, enhanced by Compound V, kicked open the door to the studio in front of her.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Boss, who is the king of the world, you or me?"

It was one thing to help manage the Steel Body before, but now it seems like you're helping manage the whole world?

The situation has evolved into this: the greater Los's power, the greater his responsibility!

Jordan was stunned as soon as he entered the studio.

There, a colossal machine, resembling a shuttle, stood across the center of the vast studio.

Dressed in casual clothes, Los floated in mid-air, placing several vials of mysterious reagents on the workbench.

Jordan rubbed his forehead and said, "Boss, what big news are you making up now? Next time, could you at least let your little assistant know first?"

Last month, Los Angeles, on a whim, flew directly to the moon for a lunar landing without any tools or protection, which is still generating global discussion.

"That's one small step for the king, one giant leap for the world!"

The landline phone lines for Steel Body Industries' front office have been ringing off the hook with calls from government officials and news media from various countries.

Los didn't answer his female roommate's question, but simply shrugged and said:

"The title of King of the Century is just an empty name. He has Level 1 AI authority and controls the entire Iron Legion. What difference does it make whether you are a king or not?"

Jordan frowned and muttered, "That does make some sense."

Strength is the foundation of everything.

For example, even someone as powerful as Los is now, if he doesn't consider himself the king of the world, the world will still submit to him.

Even without active guidance, there are now many sects in various places that worship Los as a god.

No, I feel like I've been bypassed!

Jordan stared at the enormous, mysterious shuttle before him, a sense of foreboding still lingering in his heart. With a serious, poker face, he asked earnestly:

"Loss, you still haven't answered me, what exactly is this thing?"

"It's just a quantum shuttle."

Los replied casually, then turned to Jordan and asked, "Jordan, I might need to apply for a long leave. From now on, you and Kate will be taking care of the world together."

Qiao Dan's heart tightened, but she quickly asked without showing any emotion, "Where are you going? How long will it take, how many years?"

Los shook his head.

Jordan's poker face finally broke down, his eyes widening in panic: "Decades?"

Los said calmly, "Actually, even I don't know how long I'll be gone."

Now, the pact with the ghost of Injustice and the mission to dictate the world of Black Robes are about to be completed.

The pact with Iron Man's ghost, the prerequisite for finding his original Marvel Universe, has been initially completed.

Build a quantum shuttle and obtain Pym particles.

With the technology provided by the Iron Man ghost, Los has acquired the basic technology to travel through space and time across universes.

However, quantum travel is very complicated, and there is no designated coordinate system.

Once Los sets off, he can only explore one universe at a time, which is much more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

Even he wasn't sure if he could eventually find the Marvel Avengers universe that Iron Man's mission referred to, let alone return.

Jordan could tell that Los was determined and that he must have something very important to do.

She bit her luscious lower lip, clutched her chest, and asked, "When do you plan to set off?"

Los thought for a moment and said, "Three days later."

This is a good time to prepare and also to say goodbye to the people I've met in the Black Robe Universe.

After all, the path I am about to embark on is very likely to be fraught with difficulties and a road of no return.

……

Middle East.

Queen Maeve, her hair wildly flowing, was galloping across the wilderness with a tall white horse.

A man and a horse arrived on the hillside, basking in the free breeze.

A dark shadow flickered.

Queen Maeve turned around in surprise and saw a young man in a red cloak floating behind her.

She couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

I still can't believe that a superhuman student I met by chance on a plane defeated his countrymen and ruled the world in less than six months.

The other party came here specifically for this purpose, could it be that...?

Queen Maeve seemed to sense something; the brightness in her eyes dimmed, then quickly returned to a smile. She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, speaking with captivating charm:

"Loss, cheers! I'm going to drink you under the table this time!"

Under the sunlight, Los smiled slightly: "I'm always at your service, Miss Maeve."

New York City.

"danger!"

On the street, citizens suddenly started shouting in panic.

A boy ran onto the road to retrieve a ball, and a large truck was driving towards him.

Just as the boy was about to be crushed into mincemeat by the truck, a blurry blue figure flashed by.

The next moment, people were astonished to find that the boy had appeared out of thin air on the roadside, with a black figure wearing goggles standing next to him.

Without waiting for passersby to take pictures.

The locomotive disappeared from the spot at supersonic speed.

He can slow down sometimes, but when he runs fast, he can save more people.

The locomotive sped along the highway, leaving all the other vehicles behind, when suddenly someone gently patted my shoulder.

"Vice Captain?"

The locomotive turned its head in surprise, looking at the handsome young man flying close to the ground at almost the same speed as itself.

As he flew, Los suggested, "Locomotive, how about a speed race?"

"Okay!"

The locomotive driver, his dark face beaming with gratitude and anticipation, readily agreed.

He accelerated to several Mach, and in the blink of an eye, the red cloak flashed past him like lightning.

By the time the locomotive looked up again to follow, the clouds in the distance of the city had already been pierced, and the figure had disappeared into the sun.

Steel Body Industrial Headquarters.

Jordan watched Los return to his office, and as if making a decision, he said firmly:

“Boss, I know you have a reason to leave, so take us with you wherever you go.”

"Jordan is right."

Kate came to Los's side, affectionately took his arm, and said softly, "We'll definitely help, just like we always have, right?"

"This is not a vacation."

Los shook his head and said bluntly, "Even I, now, wouldn't dare say I have enough confidence to protect myself, let alone take you all with me."

The world of American comics is too dangerous. Compared to many universes, the Black Robe universe is not even a beginner's village.

Even Kate and Jordan, having already been injected with the newly developed first-generation compound 5, have had their superhuman abilities enhanced and have gained the effect of eternal youth—

However, their strength is still not enough to compare in most American comic book universes.

Kate and Jordan exchanged a glance and continued, "If we're not strong enough, at least bring Kimiko along."

“Come in,” Los said.

His X-ray vision had actually spotted Kimiko outside the office door long ago.

Kimiko pushed open the door and walked in, staring straight at Los, her chest covered by a bronze-textured breastplate.

Los said softly, "Can you speak now?"

“Yes.” Kimiko nodded and said seriously, “I’m willing to go anywhere with you.”

With Kimiko's amazing self-healing ability, plus the miniature chest cannon that was copied.

The opponent might not have a problem protecting themselves, and the chest cannon can also temporarily put Los into 'Destroyer of the Sun Superman' form.

Although it is extremely dangerous, it can also be used as a trump card to save one's life.

Los reached out and flicked Kimiko's smooth forehead, whispering:

“You just reunited with your younger brother Kenji, so stay here. Your brother and the world need you.”

With her breast cannon and self-healing abilities, Kimiko can be considered the best nemesis of superhumans right now.

As long as she is there, there will never be any more superhuman turmoil in this world of black robes.

As for the temporary buff to the chest cannon—

In Los's mind, there was a better candidate.

100 Take your compatriots to American comics

Bogotá, South America.

Inside a nightclub.

A scruffy-bearded soldier boy was sitting alone at the bar, drinking aimlessly.

At that moment, the wooden door was pushed open.

The middle-aged male owner's eyes lit up when he saw the young man enter. He greeted him, "Hey, young man, welcome! What would you like to order?"

The young man in front of me was dressed in a handmade suit, and he looked like a rich man, unlike the drunkard who was lounging at the bar and looked like a homeless person.

Los sat down next to the soldier boy, tossed him a few bills, and smiled, "Give me the same drink as this guy, and I'll pay his bill too."

Although I don't know why this rich young man knows a homeless man, it would be foolish not to make money when you have it.

The boss readily accepted the money and prepared drinks for Los.

The soldier boy picked up a glass directly from Los's drink, glanced at Los sideways, and said in a low voice, "Hey, isn't this the King of the World? What brings you to this little place?"

"I've come to deliver something to an old friend."

Los placed a bag on the bar counter with a dull metallic sound.

The soldier boy could tell that it was a diamond-shaped shield with a brass texture, but the material was definitely not just simple brass.

He continued drinking, ignoring Los and the shield.

"Boss, do you have any dancers to accompany you for drinks?" Los asked the boss.

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "Yes, we have them. How old do you want? Younger, hot girls are more expensive."

Los waved his hand and said, "Bring two people over eighty years old!"

The boss's eyes widened immediately.

Do young people these days have such strong tastes?

The soldier boy's eyes widened upon hearing this. He drank his wine in silence, but his appetite was whetted.

The tavern owner said with difficulty, "I can accept people in their forties or fifties, but we don't have anyone over eighty..."

Before he could finish speaking, Los placed a stack of bright green banknotes on the table.

"Fuck! You just wait!"

The restaurant owner immediately went all out, gritting his teeth and yelling at the waiter, "Bring my mother and my aunt here! Right now!"