I'm Superman's Brother, But I Got Thanos's Template

Chapter 116: Luthor's Typhon Project

The luxurious black limousine drove slowly along the road.

It was quiet inside the car. Luthor sat in the back, rapidly swiping through a tablet, handling company affairs. He occasionally looked up through the window at the passing scenery.

Two armed bodyguards sat opposite him, looking serious and alert, not saying a word.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a blue figure streaked across the sky and landed steadily, blocking the limousine's path.

Clark stood with his arms crossed, bathed in sunlight, bringing the car to a halt.

"It's Sup... Superman!"

The driver of the limousine slammed on the brakes. The two bodyguards quickly got out, using the car door as cover, and aimed their pistols at Clark.

Bang.

"Put the guns away."

Luthor's eyes narrowed as he smiled and waved, then looked at Clark.

"If the famous Superman wanted to harm me, what good would the guns in your hands do?"

"I believe he wouldn't casually harm an innocent citizen."

He hadn't notified anyone along the way and hadn't spoken a word the entire time, only using his tablet to command his subordinates in writing. Yet, he had been intercepted on his way to the company.

"Unfortunately, you are not innocent, and the one here is not human."

Clark no longer felt the same fondness for Luthor, who had gambled with the lives of thousands of citizens to trick him into being captured.

Red laser beams shot from his eyes, and in the next second, Luthor's robotic body was melted by the intense heat, leaving only his feet standing in place.

His bionic rubber skin melted away to reveal a steel skeleton and wires.

"This... This..."

The two bodyguards' mouths gaped in shock. Since when did their boss become a robot?

This was the first time Luthor had appeared in public since his robotic body was destroyed at the military base. Although this was just a test to see if he would be attacked, he had been cautious enough.

However, he was the only one walking around in Metropolis with such a metal frame, and Clark still managed to catch him.

"Gentlemen, don't be too startled by today's events. I suggest you continue your job."

"After all, it's hard to find bodyguard work where you don't have to worry about your employer's safety."

After dealing with Luthor's robot, Clark made a joke to the two terrified bodyguards and leaped away.

He moved like a great bird, leaping several times to cover miles back into the city. Standing on a skyscraper, he continued to monitor the city's criminal activities.

Under the bright, golden sunlight.

Clark opened his eyes and aimed them at the sun.

In a world of gray, large patches of light filled the center of his vision, making it impossible to see anything clearly, but it was no longer complete darkness.

His eyes were recovering.

Clark had previously thought that with his powerful body, he wouldn't have any issues even without eyes. But Luthor and the commander of that military base had taught him a lesson.

"My brother was right. No matter how strong other abilities are, they can't replace eyesight."

Fortunately, his vision had begun to show signs of recovery in just two days.

"Not only that..."

Clark clenched his fist. Under the warm sunlight, he felt a sensation of returning to his mother's womb as an infant. His body was growing stronger with every passing second.

"After I fainted from exhaustion a couple of days ago, my body seemed to sense urgency and danger, and my abilities started to grow faster."

In just two days, Clark's abilities had significantly improved across the board. Each new day, he could even defeat the him from yesterday.

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Inside an underground fortress.

Luthor, removing a helmet-like control device for his remote-controlled robotic body, had a grim expression.

"In the beginning, I invented the robotic bodies just as a precaution."

Having inherited a vast fortune, he was likely to be targeted during this period. The robotic bodies could take the brunt of the danger for his real body.

But he hadn't expected the current situation, where he could only have his robotic body appear in the sunlight, while his true self had to hide underground, away from the sun.

The bad news didn't stop there.

Luthor had attempted to procure raw materials for forging Steel Warriors to upgrade his armor and robotic bodies, but Sam Lane had unceremoniously refused him and warned him not to delve into military secrets.

Even when he pulled some strings with military and government contacts, the result was the same.

Some of the high-ranking military and government officials Luthor interacted with didn't even have clearance to view the data related to the Steel Warrior project.

Hiss!

The experiment door was opened.

Lex Luthor, with a grim expression, arrived at the laboratory on the third basement level of the Fortress.

"Sir."

A scientist, who had just finished listening to a report from a subordinate researcher, walked over. Despite his fatigue, his face couldn't hide his excitement. "Our experiment has achieved a major breakthrough. For the first time, we've successfully modified and experimented with three of the meteorite's variable abilities."

Through the thick bulletproof glass, Luthor gazed intently.

Bang, bang, bang!

Sharp rifle bullets struck the experiment subject's body, bouncing off its invulnerable skin. The subject's form flickered, its skin shifting to mimic its surroundings, entering an invisible state.

The security tester holding the gun didn't have time to react before being approached silently. The gun in his hand was snatched away.

The experiment subject's hands began to glow with intense heat, distorting the air. The rifle melted into a stream of molten iron, dripping onto the laboratory floor.

"How is it, sir?"

The elderly scientist, with his thinning white hair and slightly receding hairline, his eyes glinting with excitement, asked if Luthor was satisfied.

If this project had been carried out in the military, seeing the experimental results of one individual capable of fighting an entire special forces unit would have earned applause and praise even from a demanding general.

"Not bad, but not enough!"

However, there wasn't a hint of joy on Luthor's face.

If he had learned of this experimental result a few days ago, he would have undoubtedly offered praise. But today was different; he felt a growing sense of urgency.

"Dr. Jones, I have injected billions of dollars into the Typhon Project to date, and I've assembled a research team that can only be described as world-class for you.

The ultimate goal of this plan is to create a perfect biological weapon with hundreds, even thousands, of abilities, capable of handling any situation and defeating all enemies."

"But now, you've spent over a billion dollars and only completed the modification technology for three abilities?"

"Sir, with the biological modification technology for multiple abilities, a hundred or even a thousand abilities is just a matter of time."

The highly respected scientist, a former Nobel laureate, reminded him.

A comparison to zero was a breakthrough, and three compared to one was also a huge leap forward. This was precisely why he was so exhilarated; one could say the project was already eighty percent successful.

"I know.

But the problem is, I don't have that much time."

Luthor waved his hand impatiently, his refusal absolute.

"Starting tomorrow, I will participate in your project and conduct research alongside you, striving to complete the 'Typhon' plan as soon as possible."

Typhon, the father of all monsters in Greek mythology, possessed a hundred monstrous heads and a colossal, sky-scraping form. He was the progenitor of monsters like the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, the Hydra, and the three-headed hellhound Cerberus. He had once defeated Zeus, the king of the gods, and brought endless fear to the gods of Olympus.

Luthor named the project after him, partly because the abilities originated from individuals mutated by meteorite impacts, and partly due to his extraordinary expectations for it.

"A monster powerful enough to kill gods!" He placed his hands on the console, looking at the experiment subject within, a sharp glint in his eyes.

The original plan was for him to create the perfect biological weapon for his own use.

"Now the plan has to change."

In Norse mythology, Odin, the king of the gods, sacrificed an eye and hung himself from the World Tree for seven days and seven nights to gain supreme wisdom.

If he wanted to walk freely in the sunlight again, instead of hiding in dark bunkers forever, he might have to pay a price, such as modifying himself.

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