Black Robe: the Body Is a Talisman

In this world where superheroes are packaged by capital into traffic idols and compound No. 5 Creates countless false gods, Lin Yuan arrived with a body engraved with conceptual-level laws. The twelve talismans were no longer twelve stones, but his flesh and blood itself. When the heat vision that the people of the motherland are proud of sinks into the sea in front of him, when the speed of the locomotive that they are proud of cannot even touch the corner of his clothes, when the capital giants of Walter International find that the superhuman system they are proud of is like child's play in front of this man—— The world is finally reminded of the horror of being dominated by a true god. "You call this a superpower?" Lin Yuan looked at the people of the motherland who were kneeling and shivering in the broken glass, and his tone was as calm as if he was stating an objective fact: "No, this is just my daily life."