Good, very good.

A week after my first successful recruitment, I refused to settle for complacency and call it a day.

I tapped into the boundless potential of my Kryptonian brain to accomplish a lot of work and have amazing focus and intuition.

The physiology of Kryptonians naturally bestows upon you, extraordinary mental faculties.

You see, in DC, the intellect of life forms is divided into 12 levels, with 1 being the lowest and 12 being the highest. with Brainiac boasting a remarkable 12th-level intellect. He stands as the epitome of intellectual prowess in the entire universe.

Holding the key to unlocking the elusive anti-life equation.

The Kryptonians were a race with an average 8th-level intellect.

That is already higher than the average human intellect, which is level 6. So naturally, a Kryptonian can be as smart as Batman because he has an 8th-level intellect.

And now it seems I have hyperintellect too; I now possess an uncanny ability to recollect every detail of what I've read and experienced, even reaching back into my previous life. It's as vivid as rewatching a cherished movie; each scene is crystal clear in my mind.

My brain's processing power and assimilation of information have soared to unprecedented heights.

I didn't waste no time, delving into a vast collection of audiobooks and books and synthesizing knowledge from various sources.

I even challenge myself by engaging in complex mental calculations, pushing my brain's limits to their outermost boundaries.

The fact that I will be dealing with the earth's mightiest intellects in the coming years forces me to not take a back seat in the intellect charts.

I aim to not only compete but also to safeguard myself from falling victim to some deceitful individual trying to sell me a bucket of pee by calling it Granny's peach tea.

And as for my company's growth, it's really easy when you have an alien artificial intelligence that is 100 thousand years ahead of anything here on Earth.

We started to take on businesses that didn't require a lot of hiring or supervision.

We started to do business, even getting military contracts for our cyber security software, which is beyond anything on the market.

And Ordis is doing a good job at hiring agencies to do a lot of work; most of the grunt work is being done by our sourcing work through contracts and shell companies.

Most of the public-facing business is far from shady, so there isn't much to worry about, but I just want to deal with suits, which would be boring.

My company is more of a medium for my future ambitions—not the goal but rather the pit stop.

And now our business is growing at an unprecedented level for being only two months old, but Ordis easily gave it a history that dates back years.

After two weeks of getting to talk with Ivan, he's in NYC right now, and I'm heading to meet him.

He brought with him a lot of boxes full of his father's blueprints, some of his designs, and a cage with a parrot. He looks like he's heading to Hogwarts, brandishing a wide smile on his face.

Maybe Ivan will walk a different path from now on.

Evil cannot create anything new; it can only corrupt and ruin what good forces have invented or made.

Maybe that was the case for him, but with a little push in the right direction, he may become one of the forces of good that build.

"Hi, Ivan. "You like New York?" I asked him happily as I extended my hand to greet him.

"I haven't seen much of it yet; I'll tell you when I do," he replied in broken English while nodding happily.

Ivan is a brilliant scientist and engineer, and a happy scientist and engineer is one given a chance to do what he loves.

And Ivan looks happy, alright.

After you, I invited him into the SUV I was riding in, and the driver was putting all of his boxes in the back of the car.

"I expect great things of you, Mr. Ivan, and I assure you your name will be etched in the history books; maybe your legacy will never die to become history at all, as I see it," I said while winking at him.

He tilted his head, trying to understand what I was hinting at, but he shrugged and started looking at the skyscrapers and NYC's bustling life as we entered the city.

We reached the warehouse, where we already bought the space around it, and construction is already going on to turn this place into a real working space. We put the office building far away from where the action will take place.

We entered the warehouse, and I led Ivan into a huge engineering workshop with a lot of machinery, computers, and everything an engineer can dream of.

"Welcome to your new home, Ivan. "What do you think?" I said it with a smug smirk on my face.

He instantly made a B-line to the computer and started typing.

Then he looked at me when he saw the specs of our building-in-progress computer system.

"Good, very good," he said in broken English.

"Anyway, get yourself started with some English; you will really need it to expand your conversation tree, dude," I said sarcastically.

"huh?" He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Now I want you to start working on the golden goose, which we will need for our future operations," I said as I opened a file on the computer that showed the arc reactor.

"We won't be strapping these to power armor yet, but we need the energy to expand our operations here on the harbor," I said, truly not interested in an Iron Man suit yet.

"I will bring another brilliant scientist to work with, and you two can create wonder with the resources I will provide you with, guys."

Ivan looked at me with a new hint of skepticism out of nowhere.

"What do you really want, Mr. Brightburn? Everyone wants an Iron Man suit as soon as possible, but you. You don't care," he spat in his broken English.

"I thought you would get me here and ask me to build you an Iron Man suit right away, so why?" he asked in confusion.

"Oh, Mr. Ivan, hold on. We will build all kinds of stuff. "It's just not on my priority list right now, and soon you will see why," I explained. "Now I will let you get to know your workshop and settle in, I said while I patted his back.

What he didn't know was that I strapped him with a Kryptonian nerve jammer and nono mites that would make their way to his spinal cord under the watchful eye of Ordis.

If he tried to make any sneaky moves, he would turn into a lump, cutting his brain signals from the rest of his body.

I will do the same with everyone, so no one will cross me; even if they tried, they would have no idea that I already have an ace on them.

It's not that I am paranoid; it's just that I am trying to be careful, and you wouldn't be much of a paranoid person if your doubts turned right but with no plan to rectify the problem.

And now I have Odis' full attention on an organization of interest.

I'm not really interested in the organization itself, but just a person working for the said organization, and I'm just waiting for time to make moves on that person.

but for now, I have another business to attend to.

Not recruiting but rather stealing from a thief.

And for this, I will go on a Blitzer strike.