People Are Different

"Haha..."

"Just kidding. You can call me Free Man."

After scaring Rex into trembling, Jupiter wore a gentle smile and spoke to everyone in a mild tone.

"So the F on your chest stands for freedom?!"

Eve pointed at the large F on Jupiter's chest and asked.

"You could see it that way..."

Jupiter raised an eyebrow at the F on his chest. It was hard to explain the true meaning of that F—he couldn't exactly tell these young superheroes that the F didn't stand for freedom, but for F*ck.

"So that F might have another meaning?!"

Eve grew curious at Jupiter's words.

"I didn't say that. That's your own guess. Anyway, it's a proper F."

Jupiter had successfully piqued Eve's curiosity. To win over a woman, you first had to spark her interest, make her think about you constantly. Clearly, he'd succeeded on that front.

"Enough joking. Robot, you're called Robot, right? What's the deal with that alien?"

"Those are Flaxans, aliens from a different cosmic dimension than our world. Based on the analysis of their leftover tanks, their time flow is vastly different from ours. Theoretically, even if we ignored them, in three to five minutes, their cells would automatically age and decay to the point of immobility."

Robot, hearing the topic shift to his specialty, began explaining.

"What does that mean? Are you saying that even if our big hero didn't bother with them, even without sacrificing half a street to beat those aliens, they'd kill themselves? Doesn't that mean the big hero did all that for nothing?!"

Rex started yapping again after Jupiter let him off, a classic case of a burned child forgetting the fire.

"Exploding Rex, actually, Free Man saved us. Without him, we might have been taken out by the enemy before they decayed."

Robot couldn't help but remind Rex.

"I know, of course I know. I'm just praising Free Man for his incredible combat power, able to casually destroy a street."

Rex, after Robot's words, made excuses for his yapping.

"..."

Jupiter heard Rex's garbage talk but couldn't be bothered to respond. He'd just find a chance to let the guy have an accident and yap all he wanted in hell.

"What countermeasures do we have against these Flaxan attacks?"

Ignoring Rex, Jupiter continued questioning Robot in the tone of a leader addressing a subordinate.

"I've analyzed the Flaxans' teleportation energy. When they attack again, an alarm will sound to warn us. Hmm... it should give us a few minutes' warning, probably."

Robot looked at his machine, speaking with some uncertainty.

"Robot... don't you have a name? Calling you Robot feels a bit strange."

Jupiter found the name Robot odd. No matter how you looked at it, Robot was a robot, but a robot naming itself Robot was just weird.

"I am Robot. Everyone calls me Robot."

Robot couldn't grasp Jupiter's point. He'd been called Robot since birth.

"Listen, Robot isn't a name. The thing that sweeps my floor is also called a robot. Or do you think you're the same as that thing?"

"Since everyone calls you Robot, that means you don't have a name, right?"

"Alright, from today on, you're Jack! Robot Jack!"

Jupiter spoke in a commanding tone. Naming Robot wasn't some deep move—he just found the name Robot annoying to say. Besides, Ancestor Person didn't need a reason to name others; he called people whatever he wanted.

"Actually... I don't really care about names! But I'll accept the name Jack for now."

Robot hesitated, but Jupiter was right—he was clearly different from the thing that swept the floor.

"When the alarm goes off, call me. No matter how many enemies come, leave them to me. I have a permanent solution..."

"Oh, you need my number, right?"

Jupiter said, looking at Eve.

After Jupiter and Mark left the Youth Group, they went to a certain five-pointed-star building to visit their father and mother.

Two days later, Nolan's body had nearly healed. He still lay in the hospital bed, just adjusting his state to reach peak condition.

After chatting with Deborah for a while, Jupiter took Mark back home.

A silent night passed. The next morning, Jupiter and Mark headed to school together again, ready to endure another boring, long day.

At noon, Jupiter, a true foodie, went to the cafeteria with Mark in the best of moods. He piled two whole plates of food...

The tall Jupiter even ate twice as much as an ordinary person.

"Hey!"

"Mark and Jupiter..."

Mark's little follower, Frank, spotted them and immediately walked over.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Jupiter ate heartily, paying no attention to Mark's little sidekick.

"Frank..."

Mark, who was deep in thought about how to become stronger, also seemed rather indifferent to Frank.

"Hey! Mark, stop staring. I know Eve's a nice girl, but don't forget, you just got involved with Amber. Besides... compared to Eve, you're really just too ordinary."

Following Mark's dazed gaze, Frank happened to spot Eve eating and playing on her phone, and he immediately misinterpreted Mark's focus.

"Frank, I wasn't looking at Eve. I was thinking about something."

Mark's face flushed at Frank's words. He kept explaining and glanced at Jupiter beside him, because he felt Jupiter might also have feelings for Eve. He had already decided that if Jupiter liked Eve, he would back off. Jupiter, as his older brother, had already yielded to him on many things, and he wanted to do something he could for his brother...

"Beep beep beep beep..."

Just as Mark was explaining, Eve's phone suddenly rang in the distance.

"Damn..."

Eve looked at the message on her phone, her delicate eyebrows lifting slightly...

Eve gently raised her head, meeting Mark's eyes. She blinked lightly, signaling Mark it was time to move.

"Bro, it seems like... that guy, the Flu's here..."

Mark spoke softly to Jupiter, who was focused on devouring his meal.

"..."

Jupiter swallowed the sausage in his mouth and downed all the milk in the bottle in one gulp.

"Mark, you should know that the thing I hate most in this life is someone disturbing my meal."

Jupiter crushed the milk bottle into a ball with force, stood up, and followed Eve out.

"My god? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Jupiter actually crushed a hard plastic milk bottle into a ball?"

Frank stared wide-eyed at the bottle. This was hard plastic.

"Yeah..."

"Maybe it's because my brother is really angry right now?"

"Anyway, I have to go. See you later..."

Mark watched the crushed Milk Bottle, his eyes trembling slightly. Jupiter hated nothing more than being disturbed while eating. Once someone bothered Jupiter, it meant someone was about to be in trouble.

"..."

Frank looked at the crushed Milk Bottle, then at his own. He squeezed it with all his might.

"Liar..."

"We're all angry, so why can't I crush the Milk Bottle?!"

Frank only gave up and tossed his bottle aside after his hands turned red...

"..."

Mark, just about to leave the cafeteria, heard Frank's shout and shook his head. He could only say that in this world, people were not all the same.