Magnetic Field Rotation, One Million Horsepower (Revised, Seeking Collections! Seeking Follow-ups!)

Gotham by day was orderly.

"Quack! Imperial Shocking World Palm!"

"Sea Tiger Egg Burst Fist!"

"Heir-Severing Leg!"

"..."

In a cramped rental apartment.

Bai Lang, dressed in a white tracksuit, stood by the bed, drenched in sweat, diligently practicing one martial art after another.

He felt an unprecedented surge of power in his body. Every punch and palm strike he threw was powerful, stirring the air into a whistling gale.

With a thought, a light blue panel appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Bai Lang]
[Lifespan: 23/120]
[Abilities: Level 1 Firearms Proficiency (71%), Level 1 Combat Proficiency (12%), Bionic Superpowers 97% (Advanced Abilities: Current Propulsion, Magnetic Field Rotation)]
[Ability Points: 0 (Gained by influencing the world or its events)]
[Spend 50 Ability Points to draw other abilities or unlock a function]

Looking at the blue panel before him, Bai Lang's face lit up with joy.

"Heh... just 3% more and I'll unlock Current Propulsion."

He was originally a fine young man from Earth, but he woke up one day to find himself transmigrated to America.

After some time, he discovered this city was called Gotham.

Yes, that's right, the very Gotham City known for its simple folk and the world's largest population of psychopathic criminals.

And based on various events, it seemed to be the DC Main Universe.

Any ordinary person transmigrated into the DC Universe, where the universe could be reset at any moment, would panic.

But fortunately, he had a cheat.

He had awakened superpowers and a light blue panel.

According to this blue panel, Ability Points were gained by influencing events or people within this world.

And Ability Points could be used to upgrade his current abilities.

"Beep beep beep!!!"

On the table beside him, the phone suddenly rang.

Bai Lang stopped his movements and answered the call.

"Fuck! Bai Lang, it's been days! Haven't you found any clues in the Apollo Street murder case?" a middle-aged man's roar came from the other end of the phone.

He carefully recalled the memories of his previous body.

He was currently a junior police officer at the Gotham Police Department, investigating a robbery and murder case.

The person on the phone was his superior, Deputy Chief Mark, who had a short temper and often berated the previous body.

"I've found some leads and am preparing to gather more evidence at the Red Rose Bar," Bai Lang replied, recalling the clues the previous body had found.

"Change the location. Kevin is off-limits!" the other person's tone was unquestionable.

"But..."

"No 'buts.' You're just a junior officer. Follow my orders!"

With that, the call ended.

Bai Lang held his phone, his gaze falling on the screen, where a text message about a loan repayment reminder appeared.

If he couldn't investigate, he wouldn't. His heart was calm.

His current strength was probably similar to a regular Batman.

But Batman wasn't the only one in this world.

Superman, The Flash, Wonder Woman...

He was still far from strong enough; he couldn't even block bullets.

Shaking his head, a pang of hunger struck his stomach.

He was hungry and wanted to eat something.

There was no food left at home, so Bai Lang went out and found a random restaurant downstairs to eat.

After eating, he planned to return to the police station to continue working on the case the previous body had been investigating.

"Hmm?"

Walking on the street, Bai Lang suddenly felt something was off.

His gaze fell on the glass of a nearby building. In the crowd behind him to his left, two people seemed to be staring at his figure.

The crowd on the right also had three identical people following closely behind, holding a bag.

What's going on?

Bai Lang's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Could he be being followed?

He walked a few more blocks forward and found that these people were still following him.

He must have been targeted!

Truly worthy of Gotham.

He carefully recalled the memories of his previous life. Aside from the case he was recently investigating, there was nothing else that would bring trouble upon him.

Bai Lang walked quickly forward, then suddenly turned into an alley on the left. The five people behind him followed closely.

In the alley, several vagrants lay in the corner, their eyes timid.

Bai Lang saw that they were covered in wounds, as if they had just been beaten up by someone.

As soon as he entered the alley, he quickly turned around, his eyes coldly fixed on the several tall black men opposite him holding clubs.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

His service pistol wasn't on him, so even with his superpowers, he was afraid they might have guns.

The tall black man at the front chuckled, a hateful and malicious lecherous smile on his face.

"What do we want? Of course, we want you!"

"Kid, if you're going to blame anyone, blame yourself for investigating the wrong person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four burly-looking black men beside him instantly charged forward, their clubs about to smash down on Bai Lang's head.

The strong gust of wind ruffled Bai Lang's hair. He suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed one of the clubs swung at him.

With bear-like strength, he snatched the club and then, using the immense power of his bionic superpowers, smashed it down on the head of the black man in front, splitting his head open and making it bleed.

Then, wielding the club, he beat the black men holding clubs to their knees in just a few moves.

Bai Lang's expression was blank. He held the club and slowly walked forward.

The black man in front immediately knelt and begged for mercy.

"Officer, we were forced into this! We're just trying to make a living... I have children waiting at home..."

Seeing that the coldness in Bai Lang's eyes did not change, he gritted his teeth.

"If that doesn't work... you can beat me up, but don't hit my face! Or, you can rape me!"

Bai Lang looked at him and was stunned.

Then he became enraged. Did he look like someone who would do anything?

Rape you?!

He was so angry he almost smashed the club down.

But the fearful expression on the other man's face made Bai Lang hesitate slightly.

He saw that the clothes worn by these black men were tattered and full of patches.

Their bodies were swollen, making them look strong.

There were old scars on their limbs, and their faces were sallow.

They looked malnourished.

He calmed down, held the club, handcuffed the five black men, and took them back to the police station.

After interrogation, Bai Lang finally learned who had sent people to attack him.

It was the gangster boss of the Red Rose Bar—Kevin.

Deputy Sheriff Mark was a middle-aged, overweight white man, about 1.75 meters tall, much shorter than Bai Lang, but with an imposing aura.

He stood aside, his expression stern, and warned him.

"Bai Lang, I told you not to mess with Kevin's people. He has a working relationship with most of the captains in our police department. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be a few people sent to teach you a lesson."

Bai Lang's expression was blank; he said nothing.

Bribery, but they called it a working relationship.

He felt a sense of injustice.

If he hadn't awakened his superpowers, he would have been in trouble today.

But he couldn't do anything to them right now.

Sin fed Gotham and its mid-level mob bosses, but he was just a small police officer.

Even investigating cases involving gangs would lead to him being targeted by mob bosses and his superiors.

This city was incompatible with him; it wasn't his city, and it didn't accommodate his personality.

A strange emotion welled up in Bai Lang's heart, and even the cells within his body began to rub against each other.

Zzzzt...

A faint, inexplicable sound seemed to appear next to Bai Lang's ears.

Bai Lang felt his cells' activity was several times stronger than usual.

This strange emotion propelled his cells to continue rubbing against each other.

Rubbing, cells continued to rub, their speed gradually increasing from slow to fast.

Thus, a streak of blue current slowly emerged from the friction between his cells.

Suddenly, the panel before Bai Lang's eyes flashed.

[Bionic Superpower 100%] → [Current Propulsion 1000/500,000 Volts]

The power within him had evolved.

"Current Propulsion?!"

"My vision, my senses... they're all getting stronger!"

His eyesight improved, his eyes becoming as sharp as an eagle's, able to clearly see the skyscrapers of a city miles away.

He could also sense several humanoid heat sources walking outside the door through the walls.

In his ears, he could clearly hear people's conversations within a kilometer, as well as the sound of someone making a phone call in the next room.

"Yes, he's not dead. Don't worry, I'll send him over right away. You send people to ambush him in those few places, do whatever you want to him!"

That was Deputy Sheriff Mark's voice. Who was he talking to?

Could it be Kevin from the Red Rose Bar?

Thinking of this, Bai Lang's heart sank slightly.

He felt his strength surging... his muscles gradually becoming thicker...

His entire body began to tingle, a very peculiar sensation, just like when he first awakened this superpower.

His strength had evolved; as long as he willed it, he could make all the cells in his body rub at high speed, generating powerful currents.

He had reached the realm of [Current Propulsion]!

He could now intuitively feel that the current within him was about one thousand volts, and this current was still continuously stimulating his entire body's cells.

The highest limit for Current Propulsion was five hundred thousand volts; breaking through this value would allow him to enter the next stage.

Being able to make cells rotate and rub faster and stronger, the current would transform into pure power, capable of altering one's own and surrounding magnetic fields.

That would be... Magnetic Field Rotation!

Magnetic Field Rotation was a powerful superpower, with a single-person maximum limit of 1 million horsepower.

Fifty thousand horsepower could shatter a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier with a light punch.

One hundred thousand horsepower allowed for flight and the absorption of plant life force or animal blood for healing.

Two hundred thousand horsepower could withstand a nuclear explosion without injury, and two hundred fifty thousand horsepower could shatter a star of destiny.

Seven hundred fifty thousand horsepower could reorganize matter, creating objects out of thin air at will.

Above 900,000 horsepower, one could easily shatter galaxies with one hand.

At the single-person limit of one million horsepower, shattering galaxies with one hand was trivial, and recreating the universe was not out of the question.