Your Underling Is Pretty Good

On the rooftop of the Three-Winged Building, Heisenberg's eyelids fluttered twice.

He had taken a nap, and by the time he woke up, the sunlight had already vanished.

Out of habit, he raised his left hand, intending to check the time.

Well...

He did not have a watch.

But he had a solution.

"System, check how much Origin Matter I have now."

During your previous multiple falls, you injured more than seven Marvel Universe citizens. The subsequent destructive punch and Heat Vision caused more than eight hundred New York citizens to choose to leave New York.

In total, you have temporarily caused minor changes to the fates of 7,626 people.

Only changes to a person's fate of a minor degree or greater allow you to obtain Origin Matter through easier destinies.

Therefore, you have harvested 7.626 cubic units of Origin Matter.

Well...

Heisenberg rubbed his head.

When he felt like he had not done anything at all, he had actually affected the fates of more than seven thousand people?

The small earthquake caused by his punch, along with the Heat Vision that had nearly blasted out of the atmosphere, had made more than eight hundred people decide to move away from New York?

After they moved away, would they miss out on some kind of destined encounter?

The new jobs they found elsewhere might have been the only positions someone else relied on to make a living.

Would someone miss an opportunity to become rich just because the city had gained another outsider?

And their future lovers—might they have originally been the lovers of other people in other cities?

Uh...

Putting it that way actually sounded pretty exciting.

Anyway, if you said life was like a chessboard, that would be absolutely wrong.

What would calculating three moves ahead accomplish? What about calculating thirty thousand moves ahead?

You still could not see through it all.

Life was more like the roads in Chongqing.

Even with navigation, you could not be sure which fork you were supposed to take...

Once you missed a U-turn, or missed an intersection, you probably would not see the end of your entire journey...

When that time came, where would you stop?

His entanglement with fate made Heisenberg open his eyes. He looked at the moonlight, then at the constellations that were incomparably clear in his sight.

If I weren't a Kryptonian, but some ordinary corporate drone...

Then even if I jumped off this Three-Winged Building, I wouldn't be able to affect the fate of a single New York citizen...

After sighing over it, Heisenberg raised his left hand before his chest.

Looking at his empty wrist, he muttered in his heart.

"Get me a watch. The H. Moser & Cie VANTABLACK I wore in my previous life."

As soon as he spoke, the system immediately gave him a prompt.

Origin task initiated. Target: H. Moser & Cie VANTABLACK...

3.626 cubic units of Origin Matter required. Confirm expenditure?

"Confirm!"

In an instant, golden watch hands and a dial so black its color was almost invisible appeared on Heisenberg's wrist.

Heisenberg held up his hand and inspected it for a long while, unable to tell at all that it had been created by the system.

Wait, no!

Heisenberg suddenly noticed something. There was actually a tiny bit of damage on the lower strap of the watch!

This...!

It really was the watch he had worn before!

He had thought the system would make a new one, but it had strictly followed his request and truly sent him the watch he had once worn.

At that moment, the system gave a further explanation.

Origin task completed. A total of 3.626 cubic units of Origin Matter have been consumed. The primary expenditure supported the watch's traversal across the multiverse.

"Okay, then let me establish a few more tasks. First, tell me how much Origin Matter it would take to eliminate the genetic weakness Kryptonians have toward Kryptonite."

Origin task established. Eliminating the genetic weakness of Kryptonians requires 17,400 cubic units of Origin Matter.

"What about eliminating my genetic weakness toward Kryptonite?"

As an ancient Kryptonian, your genes are more active than those of ordinary Kryptonians. Eliminating this weakness requires an additional 24,400 cubic units of Origin Matter.

"Let me put it another way. How much would it take to turn me into a vampire?"

Changing the host's bloodline into that of a Primal Vampire will refund a total of 8.42 million cubic units of Origin Matter.

"Wait!"

Heisenberg froze.

"How can it refund Origin Matter to me?"

Compared with the vampire bloodline you requested, your ancient natural Kryptonian Elder-level leader bloodline is excessively valuable. You should receive this compensation.

After the system answered, Heisenberg nearly rolled his eyes.

Now that was what you called truly user-friendly.

That was real user-friendliness.

It even accounted for the price difference!

So Heisenberg excitedly said to the system, "Let me change it again. How much Origin Matter would it take to bring Audrey Hepburn, while she was filming Roman Holiday, before me?"

Transporting Audrey Hepburn during the filming of Roman Holiday to Earth-19999 requires a total of 163 cubic units of Origin Matter.

In an instant, Heisenberg fell silent...

This system... it... it could actually fulfill most of your wishes!

Heisenberg was instantly motivated. For enough Origin Matter to fulfill all kinds of wishes, even if he worked himself to death in the Marvel Universe, he would not utter a single complaint.

As for now, his goal was equally clear.

That was to accumulate at least 163 cubic units, in addition to ensuring he got enough sunbathing time...

Ahem...

Heisenberg shook his head and swiftly drove the wicked thoughts from his mind.

If he really liked Audrey Hepburn, he could directly apply to go to the universe of Roman Holiday.

Or any universe in Europe around the 1960s.

There would always be wild Audrey Hepburns to catch there.

His real goal, his true goal!

Was to accumulate at least forty thousand cubic units of Origin Matter!

By then, he would first completely eliminate his weakness toward Kryptonite.

Then he would eliminate his weaknesses toward red suns, green suns, purple suns, black suns... and the like.

After that, he would earn some more Origin Matter to enhance his resistance to elemental and magical damage.

That way, he would have a temporary sense of security.

Uh, this sense of security was really hard to come by.

He had clearly become stronger, yet his weaknesses had increased. Sigh...

Perhaps he had been thinking for too long, or perhaps S.H.I.E.L.D. was too anxious. The frowning Heisenberg was finally drawn to Barbara.

From seven kilometers away, Heisenberg had already heard Barbara's voice.

For Kryptonians, their hearing was extraordinarily developed.

So developed that if they did not control it, the countless sounds they heard would drive them insane.

And once they adapted to Earth's environment and could actively control their hearing...

They could mark a particular voice.

No matter how far away it was, as long as that voice entered their hearing range, they could instantly locate it.

And that was why Superman could always discover that his girlfriend had been kidnapped!

In the movie Batman v Superman, there had been such a classic scene.

At the time, no one in the world could find Superman, who had deliberately hidden himself.

But Lex Luthor kidnapped Superman's girlfriend, Lois Lane, and brought her to the rooftop of a LexCorp building.

There, he said to Lois Lane.

"I've found the key to Superman!"

Then, he pushed Lois Lane off the rooftop. Accompanied by Lois's scream, Superman immediately appeared and saved his girlfriend.

And the reason Superman could always appear at critical moments was because Kryptonians could identify and mark sounds.

At the same time, what did this prove?

It proved that when someone was powerful enough, whether they kept a high profile or a low profile, the people around them would always be implicated and harmed.

Even someone as strong as Heisenberg could not change the fact that people would fear him, whether he hid himself or showed his face, nor could he stop countless people from wanting to use him for their ambitions.

So...

Either make yourself dangerous and deadly enough!

Or...

Find women strong enough—so strong that they could not be threatened—to be your partners...

Fine, hearing Barbara's voice had made Heisenberg's thoughts wander again.

He shook his head, drove away the distracting thoughts, and quietly listened to Barbara.

At the intersection of Hell's Kitchen and Queens.

Those were the few blocks gang members had named forbidden zones.

Barbara was talking to a fat man inside a building.

Their conversation seemed to have reached its conclusion. Barbara and the fat man shook hands amicably.

"Mr. Kingpin, thank you for cooperating with our work. The Second Basha Nightclub under your name will become an important base for us.

"I hope you and your men will no longer have any connection with the Second Basha Nightclub!"

"No problem. After all, you people are too generous. Three times the price—I simply can't imagi—"

BOOM!

The enormous floor-to-ceiling window instantly shattered, and Heisenberg arrived beside Barbara amid countless fragments of glass.

Facing the demonic stares of the three people present, Heisenberg smiled and asked Barbara.

"Did you settle the bar I wanted? Second Basha?"

He shook his head unhappily.

"That name is too tacky. Change it!

"Let me think. How about calling it the Academy of Sciences? Let those drunken bastards experience what it feels like to be surrounded by knowledge."

"Damn it, who is this? Bullseye!"

Not far away, Kingpin had only just recovered from his shock when he immediately ordered Bullseye beside him to test Heisenberg.

He was Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York. He could accept a government department forcibly buying the bar under his name for triple the price, but that did not mean he could accept this kind of offense, barging right through his door.

Even if the person who had smashed through the window was from the FBI, he would kill them to show the FBI's leaders.

He wanted everyone to know, and to remember forever.

Not everyone was qualified to offend Kingpin!

Following Kingpin's command, Bullseye, whose forehead bore a small target, instantly drew throwing knives.

In mere moments, at least six knives shot toward Heisenberg's eyes, nose, and mouth from different angles at the same time.

Looking at the tiny knives that posed no threat at all, Heisenberg had no interest in even dodging.

He let the knives strike his face. Even when one stabbed into his eyeball, he did not so much as blink.

Clang, clang, clang...

The knives fell uselessly to the floor, but Bullseye's attack did not stop.

He now understood that Heisenberg was unusual, but so what? He, Bullseye, had killed more than one or two unusual people like Heisenberg!

Of course, that was only what he thought. Until now, he had never had the honor of clashing with someone as absurdly powerful as Heisenberg.

In Bullseye's mind, when dealing with someone whose body was hard enough, naturally he had to replace his throwing knives with electrified ones.

Paralyze them first, then look for weaknesses. That had always been his habit.

But before he could pull out the special throwing knife hidden in the inner layer of his jacket, Heisenberg had already floated in front of him.

With one hand pressing down on Bullseye's shoulder, the pitiful Bullseye was forced directly to his knees.

Then Heisenberg looked at Bullseye's forehead and said.

"You look like you have some problem with your brain. You seem to have a particular and extreme obsession with circles.

"But your execution is excellent. The moment your boss gave an order, regardless of whether it was right or wrong, you acted immediately!

"Even among my former underlings, not everyone possessed that level of tactical discipline and obedience to orders!"

After smiling and praising Bullseye, Heisenberg turned to look at Kingpin not far away.

"Just now, I heard Barbara finish negotiating my business with you, so I planned to come meet you. After all, the bar I'll soon be using as a place to rest used to be your territory.

"Now that I've met you, my impression isn't very good. You're overly confident and cruel. You choose to kill at the slightest disagreement. That will bring you bad luck, believe me!"

After saying that, Heisenberg lightly patted Bullseye's shoulder in front of Kingpin.

"Although your personality isn't very good, your underling is genuinely impressive. He's talent worth cultivating.

"I'm taking this underling. As for the price of exchanging for him, how about I leave you an intact corpse?"

"Heh heh!"

Hearing Heisenberg's provocation, Kingpin laughed as if he were mocking an idiot.

After he had laughed enough, he said to Heisenberg disdainfully.

"You want my territory, and you want to command my men. You seem especially insane.

"I don't care where you got the nerve to directly challenge me, someone who has ruled New York for more than fifteen years.

"But before you planned to make my men serve you, you should at least have asked them what they thought!"

Hearing that, Heisenberg nodded in agreement, then looked seriously at Bullseye.

"Your boss is asking you a question. How about following me from now on?"

After Heisenberg finished speaking, Bullseye considered it thoughtfully for a moment.

A moment later, he nodded, earning a satisfied smile from Heisenberg.

"See, isn't this..."

Ding!!!

With a screech like metal scraping against metal, the dagger Bullseye had secretly drawn was effortlessly blocked by Heisenberg's body.

Looking at the broken dagger, Bullseye was stunned beyond words.

As for Heisenberg, he looked at his damaged pants and fell silent for a moment.

Then he nodded at Bullseye once more.

"Very good. I've discovered another one of your virtues: you're loyal enough!

"But since you don't like betrayal, how about I simply get rid of your former boss? Then, obeying me would no longer count as betrayal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Heisenberg released Bullseye and instantly appeared before Kingpin's massive body.

He raised his right hand.

Smack!

A slap with a bit of force behind it sent Kingpin's head flying straight off his neck!

The violent gust from the slap not only completely pulverized Kingpin's head, but also made the wall behind him vanish entirely.

Only then did Kingpin's blood finally have time to gush from his carotid artery.

I reached the top!

I reached the top of the new book rankings!

My heart was utterly empty.

But when I thought about how the contract was already prepared.

All I had to do was print it, sign it, and mail it out, and this book would be contracted.

Then I'd have to battle for the contract rankings too...

Just thinking about it made my blood boil.

I wanted nothing more than to write over a hundred thousand words overnight, ahhh!

I'm on fire!