A Bountiful Harvest, The Main Story Begins

To Luke's surprise, messages about mission completion kept popping up.

The rewards he obtained one by one emitted a soft glow in his inventory.

This raid on Rome, which resulted in the capture of Mussolini, was estimated to have brought him over 400,000 reputation points!

Depending on how the event unfolded and the subsequent publicity, breaking the one million mark should not be a problem!

It was foreseeable that as Luke's name spread across the world and he was regarded as a legendary figure among the Allied Nations, his reputation points would see a massive surge.

Compared to the arduous task of completing missions and slowly accumulating reputation points, Luke preferred this highly efficient method.

"What a bountiful harvest."

He thought to himself.

He could go to the mall later and redeem skill cards and items without restraint. Just thinking about it made him a little happy.

"Oh, right, there are also the mission rewards."

Luke's mind sank slightly as the five "War Hero" series side missions were all completed.

The mission rewards provided, aside from the "Scarecrow's Fear Toxin" that had been used, included Bane's skill card "Backbreaker Master," a chance to draw a Superman Template, Poison Ivy's Pheromone Perfume, Joker's Laughing Gas, and Constantine's Silk Cigarettes.

Overall, the most valuable reward was undoubtedly the draw opportunity.

It allowed for a random selection of one of the many Superman Templates as a reward.

Having been an "Emperor of Luck" in his previous life, Luke felt he had a very high chance of drawing "Silver Superman" or "Superboy-Prime."

At that point, he could go head-to-head not only with Thanos, the Director of the Universal Family Planning Commission, but even with Odin, the All-Father, or Thor in his Rune King Form.

However, the latter few items were more useful for comedic effect than for practical purposes.

"Poison Ivy's Pheromone Perfume," when sprayed on oneself, could increase one's attractiveness to the opposite sex.

Note: The effect is even better between individuals of the same sex.

"This is clearly a perfume for lesbians..."

Luke was speechless. What use would he have for this?

As for "Joker's Laughing Gas" and "Constantine's Silk Cigarettes."

The former was described as "causes muscle spasms and convulsions, leading to death if inhaled in excessive doses."

The latter was "merely provides a negligible amount of nicotine to your lungs, bringing you closer to lung cancer."

After reviewing the mission rewards, Luke opened his character panel, and the data displayed had changed—

Host: Luke (Luke Cavill)

Loaded Template: Superman (LV1)

Abilities: Stellar Energy (Passive), Bio-Force Field (Passive)

Reputation: 451024

Mission List: The Path of a Hero (Side Mission, Completed)

[Achievement Unlocked: Legendary Figure]

A line of information appeared on his retina.

Luke mentally scanned it.

[Your name shall be etched in history and passed down for centuries! (Enhances the host's leadership charisma and influence)]

"Not bad."

Luke was quite satisfied with the effect.

This kind of subtle aura of personal charm often played an unexpectedly crucial role.

"For a draw, I should pick an auspicious day and play some suitable background music. Otherwise, it lacks a sense of ritual."

Luke pondered for a moment and decided to save the draw opportunity for the day he was to be awarded by the president.

This way, he could leverage his "Emperor of Luck" status for a single, perfect draw!

With such pleasant anticipation, Luke walked into the washroom.

He didn't lie down in the large, luxurious hot spring bath but simply showered his robust physique with cold water.

His well-defined muscles, like hard rocks, exuded a masculine aura.

His entire body seemed sculpted from marble, powerful and well-built.

Explosive strength filled his being.

"Still not working... It really burns!"

Luke leaned against the wall with both hands, sighing.

He closed his eyes, which he had tried to open with all his might, giving up on the idea of using his heat vision.

According to the settings, the Stellar Energy that Superman absorbed normally was stored in trillions of cells within his body. When necessary, it could be concentrated and released through his eyes.

Whether it was burning planets or healing wounds, it all depended on the user's control and internal energy.

Luke might not have had the Superman Template loaded for long enough, nor absorbed enough Stellar Energy.

It was difficult for him to replicate Superman's heat vision, which shot directly from his eyes.

However, on second thought, Clark Kent only seemed to have mastered that move after becoming an adult, which made Luke feel much better.

Ten minutes later, Luke, who was recognized as "The Conqueror" by Italy and hailed as a "Legendary Figure" by the Allied Nations, emerged wearing a white bathrobe.

Seeing the heavy Western sword hanging on the wall, he felt an urge to test it.

Mussolini had shot himself in the chest with a nine-millimeter bullet and suffered no damage.

He wondered if this sharp, cold-gleaming Western sword could pierce his skin.

Luke took it down and swung it forcefully at his arm.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal breaking!

The heavy Western sword, carved with intricate patterns, collided with Luke's bulging muscles, emitting a clear ringing sound like metal striking metal.

Immediately, a mournful cry of being unable to bear the load followed, and with a clang, the exquisitely crafted heavy Western sword snapped!

On Luke's bulging arm muscles, however, there was only a shallow white scratch that instantly healed.

Even with the force of his powerful swing, the heavy sword had not caused any significant damage.

"It seems no one on the World War II battlefield can stop me now."

Luke leaned against the headboard, casually picking up the copy of The Prince placed by his hand, a work by the Italian thinker Niccolò Machiavelli.

It was a pity that Mussolini had not learned from it how to turn Italy into a strong, centralized nation. Instead, he advocated totalitarianism and became a dictator everyone wanted to get rid of.

[Main Quest: The Opening of the Third Faction, the Hellfire Club!]

[Requirement: Extract Mutant gene fragments (0/5). (Completing this task will fulfill the prerequisite for triggering the Celestial Great Event.)]

[Reward: "Leech" Serum x5]

Several lines of information suddenly appeared before Luke. He maintained his reading posture, but his auditory senses were on full alert, scanning the entire bedchamber like radar.

Usually, quests were triggered by interacting with important plot characters or obtaining key plot information.

Luke was alone in the vast bedchamber, yet he received a quest notification.

Undoubtedly, a mutant was in the same room with him.

"The Hellfire Club..."

Luke knew of this organization. Its establishment could be traced back to the 18th century.

At that time, it was primarily to record and investigate mysterious events, such as vampires, werewolves, and witches.

Later, it gradually became a social venue for elites from all walks of life, specifically inviting renowned scientists and influential wealthy socialites.

Overall, the Hellfire Club during this period was still relatively normal.

It wasn't until a German scientist named Sebastian Shaw joined that it transformed into an exclusive organization for special individuals—mutants.

However, the Hellfire Club occasionally extended invitations to the world's top figures.

For example, Howard Stark, who later managed S.H.I.E.L.D. and led Stark Industries to greater heights.

"You've been hiding there watching for so long, aren't you planning to come out?"

A calm, questioning voice echoed in the bedchamber's bedroom. Luke put down his book, clenched his right fist, his muscles tensing, and veins becoming visibly prominent.

Boom!

His fist swung through the air, as if the air was being forcefully compressed by immense power, emitting a resounding explosion!

Visible shockwaves rippled outwards, like a cannonball being fired, unleashing a terrifying force of several tons!

The open-air balcony outside the bedchamber instantly shattered, sending debris flying!

A transparent figure was blown away by the residual force, slamming heavily against the wall, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

"You're a mutant too!?"

Hearing this question, Luke chuckled softly, shook his head, and said, "Not everyone who shows special abilities is your compatriot, or stands on your side."

"You know about mutants?"

From the corner of the wall, a thin man with black scars all over his face stood up, staring at Luke with cold eyes.

The booming shockwave from that punch, like a solid cannonball, had sent him flying with just its aftershock.

In terms of pure physical strength, the thin man had never encountered anyone more terrifying than this Allied Captain.

"I'm curious, who sent you? Sebastian Shaw?"

Luke didn't answer the other person's question, instead throwing out a name.

Sebastian Shaw, the Black King of the Hellfire Club, possessed the powerful ability to absorb energy and convert it into his own use.

If the thin man truly came from the Hellfire Club, he wouldn't be unfamiliar with this name.

"You know Mr. Shaw? Heh heh, Captain Cavill, no matter how much information you have about mutants, it doesn't matter."

The scrawny man let out a cold chuckle, his figure suddenly distorting and blurring.

As if cloaked in optical camouflage, he vanished in an instant!

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