He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

"That way, you won't be able to use telekinesis anymore."

Los held the knife and stared at Cindy, the patient lying on the ground.

Telekinesis is a good ability, but it requires a hand gesture to activate, which is a major drawback.

If he were to use superhuman strength, the opponent wouldn't even have time to unleash their telekinetic abilities.

But at this moment...

laugh--!

With a flash of pale blue light, a powerful electromagnetic pulse swept towards Los and enveloped his dark-colored battle suit.

"Lamplighter?"

Los glanced at the lamplighter not far away.

One of the male patients had already burned to death. The lamplighter, sweating profusely, said, "I'm sorry, I'll handle it right away!"

He had barely finished speaking.

puff!

A jet-black blade pierced through the air, striking the patient's right palm as he attempted to continue his electromagnetic pulse attack!

"what!"

The patient screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his arms.

"There's no need for that."

Under the stunned gaze of the lamplighter, Los stepped forward, drew his sword, and said softly.

He looked around; the Black Robe Guard had already run far away, and the Storm Front had long since disappeared from the high-rise buildings.

It's assumed the other party is faster.

Los looked at the lamplighter and said:

"Clean up the mess, and then send a report to the Water Group headquarters."

The lamplighter felt a little ashamed, after all, he had promised to take care of two young patients, so he immediately nodded and agreed, "Okay."

The surviving patients were taken back to the solitary confinement cell.

The lamplighter lit a lighter, and the intense flames burned away the corpses and blood in the corridor, clearing a passageway.

The two men inspected a claustrophobic cell located at the back.

"This is?"

The lamplighter opened the iron gate and stared blankly at the corpse of Adana, the cult leader, who had died inside sometime earlier.

Los shrugged. "Who cares? Let's just burn it all. You don't want to write a bunch of extra reports, do you?"

"Alright."

The lamplighter nodded readily, partly because the strength Los had just displayed was convincing enough.

He lit the lighter again, and flames, seemingly powerful enough to incinerate the evil, enveloped the corpse.

Ashes drifted through the Sage's Grove.

The lamplighter stared blankly at the empty corridor and sent a temporary report to the headquarters of the Water Group.

After completing the suppression and cleanup work, the two walked towards the door.

The lamplighter politely addressed Los beside him, "I am the lamplighter. May I ask your name?"

"New Black, you can also call me Los."

Los stopped at the doorway and turned to look at the man in the moonlight, who, though only fifty years old, already had white hair and looked like a lamplighter in his old age.

He casually remarked, "As far as I know, you were once a member of the Seven, a former superhero."

The spot where the starlight replaced originally belonged to the lamplighter.

"What kind of hero am I?" The lamplighter gave a bitter laugh, his weathered eyes dimming.

It is precisely because they were once part of the Super Seven, and because they were experimental subjects who failed to be incinerated here.

The more this fire burns, the further away we get from heroes.

The accumulated sins, like the ashes of the Philosopher's Grove, could not be removed no matter how much he cleaned them, leaving him feeling suffocated.

How can this sin be burned away completely?

The lamplighter looked wearily at Los, realizing that the other was also a member of the Super Seven, and quickly said apologetically:

"Of course, I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just too tired..."

"It's alright, you don't need to apologize."

Los patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Hang in there a little longer. Maybe the world will change in unexpected ways soon."

Done.

He left without looking back, leaving the lamplighter standing blankly at the entrance to the Sage's Grove.

Late at night, the steel-clad industrial sector.

After washing up, Jordan changed into a comfortable set of pajamas and was ready to have a good night's sleep.

At that moment, the curtains were lifted, and a young man flew in through the window.

Jordan was startled, clutching his slightly heaving chest, and then said irritably:

"Boss, could you please use the main entrance next time? Just because you can fly doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!"

"Also, what are you doing here so late?"

She looked at Ross, who had barged into the bedroom, blinked, and said suspiciously, "It can't be lust...."

Ross extended a finger and hooked it up, making a head-knocking gesture, which startled Jordan so much that he covered his forehead.

He asked, "Have all the parts and materials I asked you to buy arrived?"

"arrive."

Jordan nodded instinctively, then suddenly realized something and exclaimed in horror, "You don't want to start assembling it now, do you?"

Los smiled slightly: "You guessed right, I'll work overtime."

Jordan rolled his eyes, his poker face crumbling. "You might as well beat me."

Steel Body Industry.

Inside a basement, the lights were as bright as day.

Based on the combined calculations of super vision and a super brain.

Los moved with incredible speed, assembling a massive array of CPUs, memory, power supplies, cables, and other components into a colossal and complex machine cluster.

Some missing parts were hand-made on-site using the [Reconstruction] capability, welded using the [Thermal Vision] method, and cooled using [Cold Air Blowing].

With superpowers and superhuman strength, it's like entering a creative mode.

The prototype of a giant supercomputer gradually emerged.

Following today's incident involving Congressman Newman and the cult, Los Angeles is taking precautions to prevent any further unforeseen mishaps.

He decided to work through the night to create artificial intelligence from Stark Industries' technology.

The existence of artificial intelligence requires supercomputers with massive computing power as hardware support.

Jordan was completely helpless and could only stand at the basement door, staring blankly at Los, who was flying back and forth in the basement, his eyes glowing with a fiery red light as he completed the welding.

Two hours later, a huge and sophisticated supercomputer appeared out of nowhere in the basement.

"This is simply a miracle."

Jordan stared in astonishment, his mouth agape. Even a professional team of a hundred people might not be able to assemble and configure this supercomputer in half a year.

Los finished it in one or two hours by himself?

"It's too early to be surprised."

Los smiled mysteriously, his shirt was completely dry, and his superhuman strength made him seem to have inexhaustible energy.

He turned on the power and activated a series of buttons on the supercomputer control panel.

Under Jordan's curious gaze.

As several beams of blue projected light fell, countless data points, like threads connecting and intertwining, wove together to form a three-dimensional image in the basement, resembling a living ball of lightning.

"That's the miracle," Los whispered.

A mechanical, somewhat feminine voice came from the basement's sound system: "Good evening, Mr. Los, Ms. Jordan."

Jordan's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "That's not my voice?"

"Yes, I hired him as well."

Los nodded, looking at the nascent artificial intelligence program before him, and pondered, "It seems we haven't named it yet."

Jarvis? Alice? Ultron?

He thought of Iron Man's ghost and suddenly laughed, "Let's call it 'Monday'."

With the advent of artificial intelligence, the steel army will not be far behind.