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David has a very high resistance to psychic abilities; Steve Dayton's psychic amplification helmet is completely useless against him.
Whoosh!
His figure flashed, and the helmet appeared in his hand.
Before he could react, Steve's head felt empty. He hurriedly reached for it, but the newly invented helmet disappeared from his head. He looked across and felt a chill creeping up his spine.
As the creator of Promethium Metal, after the military discovered Promethium Metal, he was forced to cooperate with the military.
David defeated the video of the battle armor made entirely of Promethium Metal. Steve Dayton had already seen it, and he knew what kind of monster the person in front of him, radiating purple light all over his body, was.
'Setting aside everything else, with his speed, he could easily pluck my head off like picking a flower by the roadside before I even realized it.'
"I was initially a bit worried about how to make you give up the formula for Promethium Metal."
David weighed it for a moment and said, "In the end, you took the initiative to research the method."
According to the character's historical trajectory, billionaire Steve Dayton would become a superhero after inventing the psychic amplification helmet, with the alias Mento.
Regarding Promethium Metal, this person in the comics is concerned that this metal, which can absorb energy indefinitely, leaking into the world would pose a crisis. Convincing him to easily hand over the formula is not an easy task.
"You really came here for Promethium Metal."
Sweat dripped from his forehead as Steve faced a formidable opponent and took a step back.
"The fact that I invented Promethium Metal was classified as top secret. Not even many people in the military know about it. How could you know about it?"
"You don't need to worry about that," David said, slowly putting on the helmet.
His immense psychic power extended, enveloping the entire laboratory.
An invisible psychic wave swept through, and Steve Dayton's brain felt like a small boat on a vast ocean, drifting uncontrollably, causing dizziness.
"What is the formula for Promethium Metal?"
"You won't find out!"
Shaking his head vigorously, Steve stared at David, resolute.
Even if he was a monster estimated to be only damaged by nuclear weapons, he wouldn't get any information from him.
"Regardless of whether you are good or bad, having one more person who knows the formula for Promethium Metal increases the risk of it being leaked."
Purple Light Man seemed to have some connection with the recently emerged vigilante Superman in Metropolis. From his rescue of Superman, it looked like the person in front of him might not be bad. However, without mentioning the commercial value of the formula, its potential for destruction wouldn't make him reveal it to anyone.
"At high temperature and pressure environment, 33.1% vanadium, 59.7% titanium, 4.2% palladium, 2.3% rhodium..."
David recited an alloy formula without haste, then asked, "Is this the depleted type or the volatile type?"
"How do you know!"
Listening to him recite the alloy formula, Steve's face changed dramatically.
He immediately realized that his invention had succeeded.
But he couldn't break through the other's psychic barrier with the helmet, while the other could effortlessly read his thoughts with it.
'Don't think of an elephant.'
When you see these words, the first thing that subconsciously flashes in your mind is an elephant.
David's previous question, of course, Steve wouldn't answer. However, he read the answer from Steve's subconscious and unexpectedly learned something else.
"So, you stumbled upon Promethium Metal by accident?"
In the midst of this novel feeling, after putting on the helmet, his psychic waves extended like limbs, and Steve's brain was like a constantly updating book, ready for him to flip through.
"No wonder."
David, with a sense of freshness, looked him up and down, and some confusing questions found their answers.
Compared to Promethium Metal, which is as hard as divine artifact material, absorbs unlimited energy, and grants superpowers, Steve's psychic amplification helmet, which he relied on to become a superhero, seemed like a child's toy.
He could have used that metal to make an armored suit or give himself superpowers, but he didn't.
"Shut up!"
David's words made Steve's face turn red, and his lips trembled with anger.
He wanted to say that Promethium Metal was entirely the result of his genius, but when it came to actually saying it, his prideful self couldn't bring himself to speak.
After all, there was a significant element of luck in his accidental discovery while researching an alloy as a primary material for aerospace rockets.
"What's the formula for the volatile type?"
Since Steve's subconscious had already answered which type of formula it was, David turned to ask about the other type he was most interested in.
The Dionysian factor granted the healing and immortality ability to his parents, but they had no inherent self-defense capabilities.
'The volatile Promethium Metal has great utility, whether it's granting superpowers to parents, giving them some self-defense abilities, or giving it to subordinates in the future.'
David's eyes flashed.
In the DC world, there were very few things like Promethium Metal that could grant superpowers without side effects.
Steve covered his ears in silence, but it was too late.
"Same formula, but lower pressure and higher temperature during manufacturing?"
David raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Now, there's just one last question."
"How could the volatile Promethium Metal bestow superpowers upon someone?"
Simply wearing it was impossible.
Covering his ears, Steve hurriedly ran out of the laboratory, thinking in his mind about the company's financial reports, hoping to call for his security team's protection.
David's eyes shifted. He froze in place with his hands hanging down.
"Answer my question."
Steve was mentally controlled, like a puppet, obediently answering the question.
"Cut the body, the more severe the injury, the better. Insert the metal into the body, preferably with a strong will to endure the awakening of the ability?"
The somewhat bloody method made David furrow his brow.
Furthermore, the requirement of a strong will and the serious injury, it was unsuitable for his parents for the time being.
"Do you have any volatile Promethium Metal here? Bring me some."
David gave the order, and the controlled Steve turned to retrieve cans of volatile metal from a waist-high safe.
"Alright, just pretend I've never been here."
After half a minute, Steve stood in front of the lab bench, as if awakening from a daze.
What was he supposed to do again? The silver helmet lay in front of him.
"Oh, right, test the helmet."
Steve's eyes lit up, and he was about to pick up the helmet, but then he furrowed his brow, feeling like he had forgotten something. But after thinking about it carefully, it seemed everything was fine.
Was he just too tired?
He hadn't rested much in the past few days.
...
David didn't take the psychic amplification helmet with him.
'The helmet has significant side effects; using it will make your thoughts uncontrollable and twisted, leading to darkness.'
Steve Dayton, due to the helmet's side effects, would eventually become a supervillain crime lord, using Promethium Metal to create a group of super-powered individuals and forming a mix of villain organizations for his own purposes.
As he sped through the wilderness of Mexico with a backpack filled with Promethium Metal, David suddenly stopped, and felt a sense of fulfillment in his body, and his expression changed.
He stared at it intently— [The Black King template has fused 100%]
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The second template fusion was complete!
David's eyes lit up.
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