After solidifying the clone ability, before him was a vast expanse of white land. Russell's blue Cyclops shot out hundreds of meters, cutting through the distance, leaving deep burning trenches in the hard, permafrost of the North Pole.
Lava flowed, high temperature evaporated heat, the scene was terrifying.
He shook his head, but was not very satisfied.
"Only power capable of sweeping glances to cut through icebergs can barely be considered qualified."
Only when facing enemies that truly require him to fight seriously can it be useful.
"Cyclops..."
Russell's eyes flickered. He suddenly remembered that in The Boys World, besides Homelander, there seemed to be another person who possessed extraordinarily powerful Cyclops.
"A child's eyes are no different from an adult's. Even now, Little Homelander's Cyclops might not be weaker than Homelander's."
Little Homelander being able to cripple Stormfront with a glare when angry is the best example.
"Also... the most important gain today."
Russell switched templates, applying the Eve template. Pink light emitted from his hand; he didn't like this girlish pink and changed the energy color to blue.
Controlling a clod of dirt on the ground, it flew up and landed in his hand.
Carefully sensing every molecule that had penetrated deep into the clod, the next second Russell waved his hand, scattering it, and a handful of identical clods fell to the ground.
[Template Applied: Atom Eve]
[Abilities: Energy Release, Object Manipulation, Super Defense...]
Russell applied the Atom Eve template. Now he had all of her abilities and should not be limited by mental barriers, allowing him to modify living beings at will.
However, his strength was limited. Even when Eve removed her restraints while near death to modify life, she could only inflict non-fatal damage on Viltrumites.
For instance, when Eve was beaten to near death by the Viltrumite elite warrior Conqueror, she only managed to peel off a layer of Conqueror's skin by bursting with power until exhausted.
Although later she could easily restore dying people to health with a blink, whether fighting the Conqueror or the final Regent, ultimately it still relied on Mark fighting to the death.
"Moreover, the current Eve is still early-stage Eve."
Russell primarily valued the heaven-defying mechanism of this template's ability.
Manipulating and modifying objects at the cellular and molecular level is almost the same ability as Dr. Manhattan, who is called the Quantum God in the DC World.
"Even if the strength is incomparable, just like Captain America also has super strength, his super strength and Superman's super strength are completely different things."
The former can only barely pull a helicopter even with all his might, while the latter can easily move continental plates and shift planets."
Compared to Dr. Manhattan, who toys with the Universe, the gap between Eve and him is only larger than the gap between Captain America and Superman, not smaller.
But this was enough; if it were too strong, Russell couldn't defeat it either.
"Vought Laboratories' research resources are running at full capacity, yet they can only successfully mass-produce the side-effect version of Temporary Compound Five within three to five months."
But with Eve's ability to modify matter, he could shorten this time to a few minutes.
Clenching his fist, the permafrost crumbled into dust and fell between his fingers. A sharp glint flashed in Russell's eyes.
If he successfully obtains Little Homelander's Cyclops and Homelander's ability template.
An enhanced Cyclops combined with immortality, and Mark playing some restraining role... even without Mark, he has a certain degree of confidence to stop his uncle Omni-Man!
...
The afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window into the living room, casting an orange-red halo over the laptop in front of Debbie Grayson.
She was focused on reviewing the monthly real estate sales report, her slender fingers tapping out a series of crisp sounds on the keyboard.
Suddenly, her fingers hovered in mid-air.
A strange feeling of being watched shot up her neck like an electric current, sending shivers down her spine. Debbie slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping across the empty living room—sofa, coffee table, fireplace, everything was as usual.
But when her gaze shifted to the shadows of the hallway, her pupils suddenly constricted.
A trench-coated figure stepped out of the darkness, leather shoes making a soft 'tap' sound on the floor.
"Please forgive my intrusion, Mrs. Grayson." The Demon Detective took off his vintage detective hat, revealing a crimson face. His voice was low and hoarse, like the sound of sandpaper rubbing. "Your intuition is very sharp."
Debbie abruptly stood up, her chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. "How are You in my house?"
Her voice trembled slightly with shock.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the second-floor stairs in the blink of an eye. It was Russell, who had just returned home from the North Pole not long ago.
Mark had asked his father Omni-Man to train him. The two had gone to a place where no one would disturb them to train. At this time, only he and his aunt were home.
"You should know no one likes uninvited guests."
After having physical contact fighting with so many Superheroes, Russell took a shower and was preparing to go to The Boys World when he suddenly heard unusual movement downstairs.
At the second-floor staircase landing, his gaze was sharp as an arrow, shooting towards the Demon Detective.
"Infinitoid, who repelled the Flaxan invasion several times, the strongest Earth Superhero of the younger generation. It's perfect that You are here."
As if being stared at by a giant dragon from hell, the Demon Detective felt a tightness in his chest and pressed his hat to his chest, bowing slightly.
"Ciscel asked me to investigate something not long ago. Although he sent a message again two days ago suddenly saying it wasn't needed anymore, I am very interested in that matter."
I have investigated some things, and I believe that the two of You, as the only two Earthlings in this house, should know."
He slightly raised his head, his dark yellow vertical pupils gleaming with persistent light in the dim illumination, "—about the truth of the Global Guardians attack."
All signs at the scene indicate that the culprit is Omni-Man..."
"Absurd!" Hearing her husband's name, Debbie was startled, then her voice rose sharply in anger, "Nolan was severely injured and lay unconscious in the hospital for so many days, and You actually suspect—"
Her words stopped abruptly.
Various anomalies of her husband after being discharged from the hospital suddenly flashed before her eyes: his frequent coldness that made him seem like a stranger, his habit of giving orders, his lack of sadness over the death of the Global Guardians, and his account of that day which had many flaws.
The Demon Detective's mouth curved slightly upward, revealing a confident smile. "It seems... You have also noticed some 'abnormalities'..."
But before he could finish speaking, Russell's face sank. He instantly flashed in front of the Hell Detective, his strong iron hand gripping his neck. "Detective, don't You know that sometimes too much curiosity is not a good thing!"
He had already told Ciscel to tell this Demon Detective not to investigate this case anymore and to find an opportunity to send this demon back to hell.
Ciscel had looked for this hiding guy for two days but couldn't find him. He didn't expect him to appear here.
"Infinitoid, why do You not look surprised at all?"
His neck heavily choked, making it hard to breathe, the Demon Detective stared wide-eyed at the expressionless Russell, realizing he seemed to have made a serious mistake.
But he couldn't understand what was going on in between.
"Did Ciscel tell You?"
No... that's not right. Even if Ciscel's side investigated something before me.
Given Ciscel's suspicious nature, how could he believe You, the nephew of Omni-Man, and tell You about this matter in such a short time?"