Mid Skyfather-level

Chu Hang put the cup back where it belonged.

He was no longer thirsty.

That brief moment had made him understand the use of the Speed Force.

It was not speed, but choice.

Among countless timelines, it allowed him to pick the one most favorable to him.

Used well, this thing was stronger than any weapon.

He walked to the window and looked at the city outside. The sun was setting, painting the horizon orange-red. Cars flowed through the streets, pedestrians hurried along, and everything seemed peaceful.

But Chu Hang knew this world ran far deeper than it appeared.

His current state was still far from enough.

The Speed Force was like a Beast trapped in a cage, and he could only use a trace of it. His Kryptonian Physiology was absorbing solar energy, but it had yet to fully merge with him.

The Law of Space was heavily suppressed in this universe, making many of his techniques difficult to use.

He had to grow stronger.

Chu Hang closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into his body as he reexamined his power.

The Law of Space was the foundation.

The Law of Force provided destructive power.

The Law of the Body spread throughout his entire body, handling defense and recovery.

The Law of Time had stabilized, flowing through the domain like a green river.

The Speed Force was locked in a corner, still crashing about in defiance.

Reality Warp and the Mental Law were there as well, though he rarely used them.

Chu Hang knew where the problem lay.

In the Marvel universe, he had relied on sheer will—the conviction that what he said went—to forcibly knead six laws together and barely touch the threshold of Skyfather-level.

But that was only the beginning.

Skyfather-level was a starting point, not the