Template Fusion Complete

Chapter 111: Template Fusion Complete

David possessed extremely high resistance to mental abilities, making Steve Dayton's mental enhancement helmet completely useless against him.

Swish!

David's figure flickered, and the helmet appeared in his hand.

Before he could react, Steve's head felt empty. He quickly reached up, finding the newly invented helmet gone. Seeing David opposite him, a chill ran down his spine.

As the creator of Prometheus Metal, after the military discovered it, he was forced into a series of collaborations with them.

David had defeated and destroyed an armor made entirely of Prometheus Metal on video, which Steve Dayton had seen. He knew what kind of monster the person in front of him, glowing with purple light, was.

"Putting aside everything else, with his speed, he could have plucked my head off as casually as picking a flower by the roadside before I could even react."

"I was initially struggling with how to get you to hand over the Prometheus Metal formula."

David weighed the helmet in his hands and chuckled, "Turns out you researched the method yourself."

According to historical trajectories, the billionaire Steve Dayton would become a superhero after inventing the mental enhancement helmet, known by the moniker Metallo.

Regarding Prometheus Metal, in the comics, this person worried about the world facing a crisis if this infinitely energy-absorbing metal fell into the wrong hands. It wouldn't be easy to get him to hand over the formula willingly.

"You really came for the Prometheus Metal."

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Steve felt as if he were facing a great enemy, taking a step back.

"My invention of Prometheus Metal was classified as top secret, with very few people in the military even aware of it. How could you possibly know?"

"You don't need to worry about that."

David slowly put on the helmet.

A vast mental power extended outwards, encompassing the entire laboratory.

An invisible mental wave swept through, and Steve Dayton's brain, like a small boat in a vast ocean, drifted uncontrollably, causing a wave of dizziness.

"What is the formula for Prometheus Metal?"

"You'll never find out!"

Shaking his head forcefully, Steve stared intently at David, stating resolutely.

Even facing a monster that was only expected to be injured by nuclear weapons, he wouldn't let this person get any information they desired.

"Whether you're good or bad, the more people know the Prometheus Metal formula, the greater the risk of it leaking."

The Purple Light Man seemed to have some connection with the new vigilante hero in Metropolis, Superman. From the way he rescued Superman, the person in front of him might not be evil. But regardless of the commercial value of the formula, its potential for destruction meant he wouldn't tell anyone.

"In a high-temperature and high-pressure environment, 33.1% vanadium, 59.7% titanium, 4.2% palladium, 2.3% rhodium..."

David calmly recited an alloy formula and then asked, "Is this the consumable type or the variant type?"

"How do you know!"

Hearing him recite the alloy formula, Steve's expression changed drastically.

He immediately realized his invention had been successful.

But he couldn't use the helmet to break through the other party's mental barrier, while the other party could effortlessly read his thoughts using the helmet.

Think of an elephant, and the subconscious immediately flashes an elephant.

Steve obviously wouldn't answer David's question, but he read the answer from Steve's subconscious and unexpectedly learned something else.

"So Prometheus Metal was something you invented by accident?"

Experiencing a novel sensation, with the helmet on, his mental waves extended like limbs, and Steve's brain was like a constantly updated book, open for him to peruse.

"No wonder."

Feeling a sense of novelty, David sized him up, and some perplexing questions were answered.

Compared to Prometheus Metal, whose raw material was comparable to divine artifacts, absorbed infinite energy, and granted superpowers, Steve's mental enhancement helmet, upon which he relied to become a superhero, was like a child's toy.

He could have clearly used that metal to create armor or grant himself superpowers, but he hadn't.

"Shut up!"

David's words made Steve's face turn red, and his lips tremble with anger.

He desperately wanted to say that Prometheus Metal was entirely the result of his own intelligence, but the words caught in his throat. As he considered himself a genius, his pride prevented him from admitting it.

Because it was something he had stumbled upon while researching an alloy for the main material of spacecraft rockets, and it involved a great deal of luck.

"What is the formula for the variant type?"

Steve's subconscious had already answered which type the formula was earlier. David then turned to ask about the variant type, which he cared about most.

The Dionysus Factor had given Jonathan and his wife the ability to heal and be immortal, but it offered no self-protection.

"The variant Prometheus Metal would be incredibly useful, whether it's to grant my parents superpowers and some self-protection, or to bestow it upon my subordinates in the future."

David's eyes flickered.

In the DC world, things like Prometheus Metal, which could casually grant superpowers without side effects, were few and far between.

Steve covered his ears in a hurry, but it was too late.

"Same formula, but lower pressure and higher temperature during manufacturing?"

David raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Now, there's only one last question."

What method could allow the mutable Prometheus Metal to grant superpowers?

Simply wearing it was impossible.

Covering his ears, Steve recited his company's financial statements in his mind as he hurried out of the laboratory, intending to call for his bodyguard team.

David's eyes flickered, and he stopped in place, his hands dropping to his sides.

"Answer my question."

Steve, under mind control, like a puppet, obediently answered the question.

"Cut open the body, the more severe the injury, the better. Plant the metal into the body, and it's best to have a strong will to survive the ability awakening?"

The somewhat bloody method made David frown.

Coupled with the requirement of a strong will, it seemed temporarily unsuitable for his parents.

"Do you have any mutable Prometheus Metal here? Take some out for me."

David gave the order, and the controlled Steve turned to retrieve cans of mutable metal from a waist-high safe.

"Alright, consider me never having been here."

Half a minute later, Steve stood before the workbench, snapping back to reality with a daze.

What was he doing? The silver helmet was placed in front of him.

"Right, testing the helmet."

Steve's eyes lit up, and he was about to pick up the helmet, but he frowned again, feeling like he had forgotten something. When he thought about it, it seemed fine.

Was he too tired?

He hadn't rested much in days.

...

David didn't take the mental amplification helmet with him.

"The helmet has significant side effects. Using it will distort one's thoughts uncontrollably, leading to darkness."

Steve Dayton, due to the helmet's side effects, would later become the supervillain Crime Lord. He used Prometheus Metal to create a group of superpowered individuals, forming the villainous organization The Hybrid, for him to command.

As he sped through a desolate area in Mexico.

David, carrying a backpack full of Prometheus Metal, suddenly stopped. A sense of fullness washed over him, and his expression changed.

He looked intently—[Black King template fused 100%]

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The second template fusion was complete!

David's eyes shone brightly.

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