mtl008 Chapter 4395 Project Farstar (3)
Chapter 4395 Project Farstar (3)
Chapter 4395 Project Far Star (Thirteen)
Victor was working at his desk. He was fiddling with a small model in his hands, looking at its structure while comparing it with the data on the design drawings, and occasionally making notes on the drawings.
Although his major wasn't directly related to rocket building, it was still engineering, and he understood the basic theories. Furthermore, he had discovered that after becoming semi-mechanized, his thinking speed was much faster than before; much information would instantly appear in his mind as soon as he had a thought, as if it were knowledge he already possessed. This greatly stimulated his desire to explore; he wanted to know just how far he was capable.
Just as he was focused on his work, several surveillance images suddenly appeared before his eyes. Victor frowned, put down the model in his hand, stood up from the table, and walked towards the door.
He saw on the surveillance cameras he controlled that several police cars were approaching headquarters. He went to the entrance and found that the police cars had already arrived. A figure got out of one of the cars, and the moment Victor saw him, his pupils contracted sharply.
The head of the Sky Eye Society, Neog Soship, asked, "Is this the Justice League headquarters?"
“Yes,” Victor said warily. “We are a legitimate organization. What are you doing here?”
He should have been more aggressive, but he knew he was alone in the base and didn't feel very confident. Bruce said he went back to get something, but it was better that he wasn't there; if a fight broke out, he might easily get hurt.
"The serial numbers of the several batches of precious metals you purchased recently have appeared on the Customs Anti-Smuggling Bureau's wanted list. They should have been the ones looking for you, but because you are a superpowered organization under the jurisdiction of the National Security Bureau, I'm the one who came. This is a search warrant; I need to go in and take a look."
“No,” Victor said, blocking his way. “You can’t go in.”
He knew the search warrant in Schiller's hand was genuine, and he knew it was unwise to stop him like this, but he had to do it because Bruce had reminded him that the blueprints, data, and materials of the space station must be kept completely confidential.
Even without Bruce's warning, Victor knew what these guys were like. When you were researching something and law enforcement showed up nearby, they were either there to cause trouble or to take advantage of the situation. Either way, Victor would never allow it to happen.
Thinking of his mother's death, Victor's eyes flashed with an even colder light, and the weapon in his arm began to heat up. Schiller did not disappoint him; he took two steps back and said, "I'm sorry, but this is a legal search, and you have no right to stop it. If you insist, we will have no choice but to take violent action."
Victor resolutely refused. He had expected to face the guns of law enforcement, but instead, a colossal creature descended from the sky. Victor gasped, "How could it be this guy?!"
Doomsday roared, its massive body slamming heavily onto the ground, shaking the entire street. Victor quickly pulled himself up, but he hadn't expected Doomsday to be able to fly, and even faster than him. He lost his balance and was grabbed and slammed to the ground.
A laser beam shot out from the mechanical eye, but two laser beams shot out from Doomsday's eye. Victor struggled to roll over in the crater to dodge, then rolled twice more to avoid Doomsday's punch.
Victor had intended to send a message for help, but he knew the others were also in a bad situation. They also had to deal with Steppenwolf, who was even stronger. If he sent them a message now, it would inevitably distract them and could lead to disaster.
So he gritted his teeth, got up again, stretched out his hands, and focused his attention. The outline of the missile gradually appeared, but he gave up halfway through because he realized he was in the heart of the metropolis, and if this missile hit, he would truly become a terrorist.
Withdrawing his hand, Victor's mind raced: What could he possibly generate to deal with this behemoth? He couldn't possibly generate Superman, could he?
If he could, Victor would like to, but the problem is he can't create living things. Not to mention people, he can't even create cats, dogs, or rabbits, so the only thing he can get are weapons.
He thought for a moment, and several rows of rocket launchers appeared behind him. He quickly rose into the air and fired the rockets at Doomsday. Doomsday stretched out his arm to block, but what came at him were not normal rockets, but fire-fighting rockets, and smoke billowed up instantly.
Taking advantage of Doomsday's obscured vision, Victor flew low past him, landing directly behind him. A thermal spear materialized, and he plunged it into Doomsday's back, but the feel of it horrified him—
The spearhead pierced through, but not completely. Thermal weapons are supposed to be razor-sharp, cutting through metal like butter, but in reality, only the tip penetrated, while the scapula inside withstood the thousands of degrees of heat. Victor exerted all his strength, but it remained completely unmoved.
The attacked Doomsday let out an angry roar, turned around, pulled out the spear, and flung Victor, the other end of the spear, across the street.
Doomsday, spear in hand, veins bulging on his arm, hurled it with terrifying force with a "whoosh." Victor, still reeling from the impact, landed on the ground and saw a streak of light hurtling towards his face. He was terrified and tried to dodge, but the spear was too fast; it was too late.
Victor closed his eyes in despair, instinctively raising his arm to shield his vision. With a deafening roar, the immense impact cracked the ground of the entire street, but a blinding light erupted from where Victor stood.
Schiller squinted, staring in that direction. He realized that Bruce had sent him to headquarters to cause trouble not only to put pressure on them, but also to unleash their potential—the mechanical parts attached to Victor were part of the Mother Box, and that thing had more than just hacking capabilities.
As the light faded, a figure soared into the sky. Victor was enveloped in a faint white light, and the mechanical parts on his body turned a gleaming silver-white. Within his vision, everything transformed into flowing data.
It was a very peculiar feeling, as if I had suddenly broken through some kind of barrier and arrived at the back-end of the program's development, observing how the world appeared in the eyes of some higher beings.
Even more remarkably, Victor discovered that he could edit this data. Although he still couldn't understand most of it, he could guess which enemy was the most powerful.
Victor stretched out a hand, intercepted a segment of the data stream, emitted a faint white light from his eyes, and modified a section of the data.
Suddenly, Doomsday began to shrink, from its original enormous size to a tiny size, until it became as small as a potted plant at the entrance of the base headquarters.
All the police officers were stunned. But that wasn't all; their weapons suddenly changed. The magazines became orange water cans, and the gun bodies turned into bright blue plastic. One of the officers, startled, pulled the trigger, and a jet of water spurted from the muzzle, soaking another officer's face.
The police car behind them jolted, and when they turned around to look, the police car had turned into a giant donut—not a metal donut, but a real, edible donut, with syrup still dripping down.
After that, Victor seemed to have done his thing enough, and the cracks in the street began to gradually heal, and the collapsed lampposts were re-erected, as if some nameless force was fixing a program error.
When he descended from the sky again, everyone took a step back, including Schiller. To be precise, Schiller took two steps back. He felt it was time for him to leave, but unfortunately, he couldn't leave in a donut.
Victor wasn't going to let him go. He landed in front of Schiller, squinted, and asked, "Why can't I see you?"
“Then you should go buy some glasses,” Schiller said. “You can’t even see a grown man like me…”
"You know that's not what I meant. I can't see your data. You don't belong to this universe..."
“That’s a long story,” Schiller said, pointing behind him. “I think you should worry about yourself first.”
Victor turned around and saw a strong figure land at the end of the street. He called out the name: "Steppenwolf..."
“It really was you.” Steppenwolf, who had just landed, stood up and stared at Victor. “I had already detected traces of the Mother Box in this city before. This time you can’t escape.”
Victor scoffed, "With the cheat code in hand, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
But just as he was analyzing the data with Steppenwolf, his vision suddenly flickered. The next second, he collapsed to the ground, his vision returning to normal. He tried to get up, but felt utterly powerless, as if he had suddenly gone three days and three nights without food.
“You must be out of power,” Schiller said sarcastically from the side. “You’re done for now. You definitely can’t beat him.”
Victor couldn't help but roll his eyes at him. He didn't agree with Schiller's words; the "lack of power" was just a superficial phenomenon. His body was composed of two parts: his own flesh and blood, and a mechanical structure, which maintained a delicate balance.
His body's mechanical structure seemed to have been activated, unleashing its full power, but his physical strength couldn't keep up. Maintaining this state wouldn't damage the mechanical parts, but his body might collapse.
But thinking about it, it's obvious that what he just saw was not a world that carbon-based life forms could observe. Even just observing it would require an unimaginable amount of power, let alone the fact that he had modified it. Simply letting that power flow through his body was rapidly depleting his physical energy.
Victor couldn't help but glare at Schiller again. If Schiller hadn't been so infuriating, he wouldn't have wasted his precious energy on this prank.
The Steppenwolf was closing in, and Victor, gritting his teeth, struggled to his feet. He gasped for breath for a few seconds, preparing for a final stand. But just then, a massive wave crashed down from behind, and Arthur, wielding the golden trident, and Mera, close behind, appeared at the end of the street.
As the seawater receded, Victor's eyes widened—Arthur was covered in blood, three huge claw wounds on his chest gushing blood. Mera had been manipulating the water to try and stop the bleeding, but with little effect.
It turned out that Arthur, who was fighting Steppenwolf in front of Atlantis, had not gained the upper hand. Even though he fought with Steppenwolf for a long time with the water control power of the trident, he was still scratched by Steppenwolf due to the huge difference in strength, and the golden trident was also knocked out of his hand.
Steppenwolf charged forward, pressing his advantage, but thankfully Mera returned in time with Orm. Orm picked up the trident and sent Steppenwolf flying. Mera helped Arthur up and healed him with water magic.
Arthur was about to charge forward when Mera quickly stopped him. Arthur gritted his teeth and said, "Om can't beat him by himself. This guy is too strong. I have to go help him."