I, a Viltrumite (New Book, Please Support)

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Inside the boxing gym.

A tall young man with short black hair was tirelessly taking out his energy on the punching bag in front of him!

"Thud! Thud! Thud..."

His punches were like cannonballs, making the bag emit a series of muffled thumps.

"Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!"

He kept punching for over an hour, until his arms began to go numb. Only then did he slowly stop and gasp for breath.

"That's it for today! Calling it a day!"

The young man used the towel over his shoulder to gently wipe the sweat from his forehead, then casually slapped the punching bag.

"Boom!"

With a deafening crash, the bag burst apart, scattering across the floor...

"This..."

The young man stared at the bag, eyes wide. He could hardly believe it. Then he looked down at his hands. He could feel the surging strength in his body, and the tremendous vitality bursting from every cell!

It had taken seventeen years and six months, but on one damn summer day, he had finally awakened!

The young man closed his eyes and smiled.

His name was Jupiter Grayson, short for Jupiter Sebastian Grayson. He had a twin brother named Mark Grayson, whose full name was Marcus Sebastian Grayson. In the future, his brother would be known as Invincible Young Hero. He also had a father, Nolan Grayson—the strongest human on the planet, Omni-Man, who spent all day flying through the sky! And Jupiter himself was a transmigrator...

When Jupiter had first learned, as a child, that he was a transmigrator—and that he'd ended up in the world of Invincible Young Hero—he'd been terrified. When he found out that he was the twin brother of Mark, the protagonist of Invincible Young Hero, he'd panicked even more. He knew it meant he couldn't hide away in some corner and live a quiet life. Even if he didn't want to get involved in all the mess, it would come looking for him, because all the conflicts in the future ultimately amounted to a family drama between his people and his family.

Jupiter had no idea whether he'd eventually awaken superpowers and become a mighty Viltrumite. Ever since he'd been old enough to remember and get around on his own, he'd worked relentlessly to strengthen himself. Taekwondo, karate, boxing, mixed martial arts—he'd tried them all. It was as if Jupiter wanted to train himself into a Super Soldier like Deathstroke or Batman...

Although Jupiter knew that all his effort meant nothing in the face of true power—that a single supersonic collision could turn him into meat paste—he still trained every day, working constantly to master his body. It was as if he'd made it his lifeline...

That was only natural. Anyone who suddenly found themselves in an unfamiliar world would anxiously search for something to hold on to, something to anchor them...

But he didn't need that anymore. Jupiter was overjoyed. He'd succeeded! He'd done it! He'd awakened!

"Hey! Jupiter, you bastard! Are you trying to pick a fight with me!?"

Just as Jupiter closed his eyes and savored his happiness, a tall young man with blond hair came over to him.

"Tom, are you feeling better?"

Jupiter looked at him with a gentle gaze, as if he were looking at a kitten or a puppy, utterly detached from the world.

"Jupiter, don't think you can swagger around me just because you got the club's offer!"

Tom, the blond young man, was furious. He pointed a finger at Jupiter's nose, his eyes blazing with anger.

Last week, he'd lost to Jupiter in the ring because of a cold. The club had then dropped him and chosen to sign Jupiter, who was three years younger. Tom was furious. At his age, if he didn't get signed by a club soon, he had almost no chance of making a career as a professional boxer. So he'd wagered everything on that match, which the club's executives had watched closely. In the end, the Asian kid in front of him, Jupiter, had beaten him as if he were playing with him. Tom was furious and bitter. And just now, Jupiter had smashed a punching bag with one blow. Come on—normal people couldn't do that. Tom was convinced Jupiter had rigged it, making the bag burst just to mock him.

"You can have the club's tryout and the contract."

Jupiter knew perfectly well why Tom was angry. When people were about to lose it, they saw any little thing as a provocation.

Jupiter didn't care. He really didn't, because everything had just changed. He'd smashed the punching bag with one punch, and he could feel that his body had completely transformed. He was no longer a human from Earth. He was a Viltrumite!

"Are you mocking me!?"

"Bastard!"

"I don't need your pity!"

Tom glared at Jupiter, furious. He couldn't accept being beaten by his opponent, then spoken to in that lofty, condescending tone. They were all human. What made one person different from another!?

The angrier Tom got, the more his muscles bulged. He threw a punch at Jupiter!

"Hey! Tom, what are you doing!?"

Several boxing fans around the gym saw Tom swing and immediately shouted at him to stop. They didn't want things to get out of hand.

"Thud!"

With a muffled impact, Tom's fist landed squarely on Jupiter's cheek.

"Jupiter, are you okay!?"

Several boxing fans hurried toward Jupiter as they watched him get beaten without resistance.

"Did you forget to eat, Tom?"

"Hit him harder! Use all your strength!"

"Do you know why you lost to me?"

"Because your punches are weak as hell, like a sissy!"

Jupiter watched Tom without expression. He didn't move at all, as if Tom's punches couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

"You son of a—"

The moment Tom heard Jupiter's words, the veins in his forehead bulged. His muscles swelled, and he put everything he had into it. He swore he'd teach this arrogant, high-and-mighty bastard a lesson.

"..."

Tom clenched his teeth and threw himself into the punch. His fist cut through the air with a rush of wind, aimed straight at Jupiter's cheek.

"Jupiter!"

The boxing fans shouted, but not one of them stepped in to stop it. Some had mocking looks in their eyes; others were plainly there to watch the show. They all pretended to be breaking up the fight, but it was just for appearances, so they'd have an excuse if something went wrong...

What they really wanted was for Jupiter and Tom to fight. The club wouldn't sign a boxer who couldn't control his temper and threw punches outside the ring. Once Jupiter got into a fight, the chance to sign with the club would open up, and then it would be their turn...

"Thud!"

After a light impact, everyone expected Jupiter to be finished—or to strike back and get into a full-blown fight with Tom. Instead, something that shocked them all happened.

Jupiter simply raised one finger to meet Tom's fist.