hotmtlnovel 079 Rebirth and Destruction
079 Rebirth and Destruction
Inside the bar, the candlelight flickered like dim light, and instrumental music flowed quietly like a stream.
Queen Maeve, carrying the mixed drink, her long legs swaying in high heels, her fiery red skirt swaying amidst the colorful liquid, returned to the sofa where Los was.
Los took the wine glass from Queen Maeve and took a small sip, savoring the subtle sweetness and richness on his tongue.
He smiled and said, "Good wine, good craftsmanship."
Queen Maeve's rosy lips curved into a smile as she remained seated next to Los, winking and joking, "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"
"At least it tastes good, doesn't it?"
Los remained relaxed, swirling the colorful liquid in his glass without the slightest worry.
In fact, even he didn't know if his current physical condition was good enough to be truly poisoned to death.
Moreover, the moment it comes into contact with the wine glass, [Reconstruction] automatically analyzes the internal components of the wine.
In the Black Robe world, which lacks Kryptonite, there is clearly nothing that is specifically designed to address one's Kryptonian genetic constitution.
Queen Maeve stared blankly at the handsome young man who stood before her, exuding confidence and charisma after shedding his dark metallic battle suit.
Despite her heroic title being "Queen," Los was more like a new king in her eyes.
In a daze, Queen Maeve subconsciously asked, "Loss, who exactly are you?"
"Who am I, Miss Maeve? Don't you know very well? We've known each other for a long time."
Los took another sip of his drink, put down his glass, and said seriously:
"A freshman at Godotkin University, the second-generation Black, your junior, the vice-captain of the Super Seven."
He paused for a moment, then looked at Queen Maeve and said, "Of course, I don't know how you perform in bed, Miss Maeve."
Queen Maeve recalled yesterday's provocation.
She smiled, as if punishing herself, and tilted her head back to drink the entire glass of red wine.
A few drops of red wine slid down her delicate chin and disappeared into Maeve's strapless red dress.
Her flushed face added a touch of allure as she looked at Los, her words tinged with a hint of drunkenness:
"So, would you like to learn more? I can teach you tonight."
Using a teasing tone, like a teacher instructing a student.
Queen Maeve, who appeared dignified and noble in the outside world, leaned down with her hands on the sofa, looking at Los with hazy eyes.
At that moment, the long dress, as fiery as flames, burst into flames.
"I think, Miss Maeve, you need to know about this."
As he spoke, Los took out a pre-prepared slip of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Queen Maeve was taken aback when she saw an address written on the note. "What is this?"
"Where your girlfriend Elena is being held by the Homelanders."
Los calmly said, "Tomorrow at noon, Homelander will meet with Soldier Boy. You can take that opportunity to rescue Elena and leave New York with her."
Looking at the young man who seemed more like a great teacher giving guidance, Queen Maeve sobered up instantly and even felt a little ashamed.
Los noticed her embarrassment and stood up, saying, "That's all for now, goodbye, Miss Maeve."
"We'll meet again."
Los left without looking back.
Queen Maeve picked up the note, clutching her heaving chest, and gazed intently at the tall, departing figure of the young man.
She shook her head, gave a bitter smile of relief, and in the end still failed to find out what was going on with Los.
Furthermore, just yesterday he acted like a mature, experienced person, offering rational commentary on the lovestruck girl, Xingguang.
Tonight, I found myself completely captivated, like a young girl experiencing an unprecedented flutter of the heart.
"What a bright ray of sunshine."
Queen Maeve murmured to herself, clenching the note tightly in her hand.
Los's presence made her intuitively feel that this dark world was not so cruel, and that there was still hope.
……
Los returned to the villa.
He didn't immediately fly into the sky to chase the sun tonight; instead, he lay in bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to drift into a dream.
Consciousness descends, entering the lingering soul space.
Injustice Superman and Iron Man.
The former is enveloped in the crimson radiation of the sun, a cage of unknown existence sealed deep within the universe.
The latter, with the crimson afterglow of the setting sun fading away, stands against the ruins of the New York battlefield.
The two undead seem to remain eternally unchanged, forever stuck in the cosmic scene before their deaths.
"Loss."
Seeing Los's consciousness come in specifically for this purpose, the undead Iron Man raised his head slightly and said understandingly, "You want to discuss that chest cannon energy beam, right?"
"Teacher Tony, I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
Los sat down at the intersection of the New York ruins battlefield, looking straight at Iron Man who was leaning against the ruins.
"I'd like to know your thoughts on this."
"How does Soldier Boy's radiation chest cannon perform against other Compound V superhumans?" Iron Man countered.
Los pondered, "The temporary or permanent elimination of superhuman abilities suggests that the chest cannon radiation is closely related to Compound V."
The chest cannon was originally developed by the Soviet Union as a semi-biological weapon to counter American superhumans and to counter Compound V.
Iron Man pondered, "The high-speed particles emitted by the chest cannon should suppress the telomeres of cells modified by Compound V, which is the main reason why superhuman abilities may temporarily or permanently fail."
"But last time, whether it was accelerating the process of matter conversion or reviving the stopped heart of the locomotive, it was actually an external manifestation of your enhanced superhuman abilities."
Iron Man deduced, "Perhaps it's because you're not a pure superhuman, which might have caused the chest cannon to have a double effect on you."
"That's what I think too."
Los nodded.
His knowledge is in line with that of Iron Man; it's not surprising that he arrives at similar conclusions by thinking about problems from a rational scientific perspective.
"Your constitution is too unique, and the number of experiments is still too small, making it difficult to draw any real conclusions."
Iron Man shook his head with a hint of reminiscence, saying, "Biological genetics is not my specialty. If Dr. Banner were here, he might be able to answer your questions further."
"I suggest you try the experiment a few more times, and try that newly generated radiant energy more often."
"Radiation that gives new life, huh?" Los smiled.
Indeed, the radiant energy indirectly saved the locomotive's life, which is equivalent to the power of 'rebirth'.
"Kid."
But at this moment...
Behind Los, in the red sun cage, once the absolute overlord who attempted to dictate the DC Universe, Injustice Superman rarely spoke:
"Last time, I sensed a hint of 'destruction'."
"destroy?"
Los turned around and looked at the Unjust Superman, who, even with his disheveled hair, still resembled an indomitable emperor.
This is a completely different conclusion from the one regarding Iron Man.
Of course, Ross didn't believe that Injustice Superman would lie to him about this.
From the other party's perspective, the view of the problem is not so rational or scientific, but rather biased towards the divine side.
"Birth, destruction."
Seeing that the Unjust Superman didn't say anything more, Los fell into deep thought.
Regardless of which one it was, he decided to take advantage of the rare opportunity tomorrow to witness the soldier boy's chest cannon once again.