American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

How long would it take Superman to kill more than 300 people?

The answer is three minutes.

In those brief three minutes, everyone on board underwent a sophisticated "open-heart surgery".

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm no longer a species like ordinary people." Rune walked on the blood-soaked ground, quietly waiting for everyone to die. He casually kneaded a human flesh cube in his hand. "But my reason tells me that I'm just an ordinary person too."

The next moment, Rune shot straight into the sky. His flight speed was increasing daily, and it had now exceeded the speed of sound, but this was far from Rune's limit.

His next target was the father of the thing in his hand, and also his last target for the night.

As night fell, the city lights were already on. A magnificent European-style building stood out spectacularly under the lights. It was a very private, yet lavish, banquet, attended by high-ranking figures from all walks of life, including political leaders, business tycoons, and numerous wizards.

For many, tonight is destined to be an unforgettable night. At tonight's banquet, a new drug will be launched. It is said to extend a user's life by more than three months, and at an astonishingly low price.

At this moment, Rune walked to the side of the building. The doors were wide open, and waiters in tuxedos stood on either side. They greeted each guest with smiles and politeness. A red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way down the steps, and several luxury cars occasionally drove slowly into the parking lot, then were guided to the entrance by the waiters.

Rune tugged at his collar, and the originally black robe began to tremble slightly. The robe's texture gradually became smoother, and its color changed from black, gradually becoming brighter. As the light flickered, the robe's cut also subtly changed; the shoulders became more fitted, the sleeves more tailored, and the hem gradually tightened until it became a pair of crisp trousers.

Rune straightened his clothes slightly. His original robe had been completely replaced by a white suit. The fabric of the suit looked soft and smooth, like a high-quality wool blend, and it shimmered slightly under the light. A sliver of snow-white shirt peeked out from the collar, and exquisite cufflinks and pocket squares were attached to the cuffs and breast pocket, showcasing elegance in every detail.

So the handsome boy swaggered in. He was in a pretty good mood, because almost everyone at the banquet deserved to die, saving him the trouble of searching for them one by one.

He glanced at the hall before looking away—it was indeed luxurious enough. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, exquisite oil paintings and ornate decorations adorned the walls, soft carpets covered the floor, and a huge dance floor stood in the center of the hall.

But none of these can compare to the Great Hall of Hogwarts. To this day, Rune can still remember the starry sky above the dome, a beauty that transcends all mortal things, the beauty he has pursued all his life—the beauty of magic.

He walked to a corner of the hall, where there was a huge buffet table laden with a wide variety of delicious food. Rune huddled in the corner, eating and occasionally glancing at the inexplicable women.

Just one glance at them was enough for Rune to sift through their minds a mountain of lewd thoughts. They lacked the unwavering resolve of soldiers, finding Rune's large, aggressive eyes rather captivating.

Fortunately, they still had some useful brains. For example, the so-called life-extending drug that was about to appear sounded like a medicine made by a wizard.

Rune chewed his food heartily while observing the security forces present. The magnetic field was still there, but it wasn't strong. Perhaps it was because those high-ranking Muggles needed wizard protection but didn't want to be held hostage by them. Those Muggles might even be carrying guns.

At the same time, he also spotted some exceptionally determined and well-off guys. They were also dressed in suits, pacing around the hall, looking around—how utterly foolish! Rune immediately recognized them as some of the security guards for the banquet. Even less professional than the ashes of Falkner's men! Rune was quite exasperated.

Soon, the hall was filled with people. Seeing that most of the guests had arrived, the organizer quickly went to the stage, picked up the microphone, and began to give a speech. He welcomed everyone to the banquet and then briefly introduced the event's agenda.

Only then did Rune reluctantly eat the last bite of meat. The food here was actually quite delicious, but unfortunately, he figured he wouldn't be in the mood to eat meat again soon.

As he walked straight toward the organizers, some people noticed him.

Rune noticed some people approaching him, watching him warily. Nevertheless, he successfully made his way onto the stage and, amidst the puzzled looks of many, picked up the microphone.

"Everyone, isn't your purpose in coming here that life-extending drug? Instead of hiding it, why don't you take out the drug now and let us see it!"

The organizer was clearly displeased. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his eyes flashed with anger. But quickly, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and managed a weak smile.

Below, some people, not wanting to miss out on trouble, started stirring up a commotion. They had come to this banquet specifically for this new life-extending drug. Some people had already experienced the loss of its original life-extending effects due to long-term use of previously developed drugs, and they were now extremely anxious.

The organizer straightened his shoulders slightly, trying to appear more composed and elegant. He raised his head, looked directly at the guests below, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we'll introduce the new drug shortly."

After saying that, he glared at Rune, then jogged offstage, said something to a waiter, and then returned to the stage to liven up the atmosphere.

Rune coldly watched the organizers utter platitudes about the drug's groundbreaking nature and remarkable effects. A short while later, a bottle of potion was brought over.

This is a magical potion exuding a mysterious aura, contained in an exquisite and ancient glass bottle. The potion itself has a flowing emerald green color, like the tenderest leaves in spring. It sways gently in the bottle, as if it were alive, occasionally creating ripples. These ripples shimmer with an eerie light under the lamplight, like countless tiny stars dancing within them.

"This is the life-extending potion crafted with the heart of a wizard; we call it—the Potion of Life!"