Just after Jupiter turned into a bolt of lightning and plunged through the Spacetime Gate...
"Beep, beep, beep..."
The phone in Mark's pocket suddenly rang.
"Sorry, everyone, but I may have to go!"
When Mark heard the voice on the phone, his expression changed. Before anyone could say another word, he flew into the sky.
"So we're the ones who have to deal with the rubble again, right!?"
"My God! I'm really curious who their father is. How did he manage to raise two brothers who are so alike and so arrogant?"
Rex, who had arrived late, glared after Mark and shouted angrily.
"Keep it down, Rex..."
Eve glared at Rex.
Inside a hospital room in a certain Pentagon building, Mark became a whirlwind and shot straight into the innermost room.
"Hey, Mark!"
The tall man in the hospital bed was chatting with Deborah, who sat beside him. As soon as he noticed Mark, he smiled and waved.
"Dad!"
Mark became a blur and rushed into the tall man's arms at a speed Blue Star's humans couldn't perceive with the naked eye.
"Mark..."
"I'm sorry I worried you!"
The tall man was Nolan, Omni-Man, the strongest man on Blue Star. As he looked at his younger son in his arms, he showed a trace of tenderness—a tenderness that came from the heart.
"Mark, Nolan just recovered. Don't hurt him. By the way, where's Jupiter!? Isn't he with you?"
Deborah patted Mark on the shoulder, then looked around the hospital room for Jupiter.
"Jupiter, he..."
Mark's expression grew worried.
"Mark, what happened to Jupiter!?"
Seeing the worry in Mark's eyes, Nolan immediately realized Jupiter might be in trouble. He grabbed Mark by the shoulders and questioned him sternly. As the son of prophecy who would lead the Viltrumites forward, Jupiter absolutely could not come to harm.
"Jupiter..."
"He went into the aliens' spacetime tunnel by himself."
Mark spoke softly, seeing the worry in Nolan's eyes.
"Ah..."
When Nolan heard that was all it was, he immediately let go of Mark's shoulders.
"Deborah, I feel like having your cooking. How about we go to the supermarket together today?"
As though nothing had happened, Nolan turned to Deborah and asked about dinner.
"Of course..."
"I'll make your three favorite dishes tonight!"
Deborah nodded gently at Nolan's words.
"Hey! Dad! Mom! My brother's in another universe right now, probably in the aliens' lair, and you're discussing what to eat for dinner!?"
Mark shouted at Deborah and Nolan. He couldn't understand why his parents were acting this way. His older brother's life was in danger, and they were calmly thinking about what to have for dinner!?
"Listen, Mark. Your brother is just as strong as I am, maybe even stronger. Those aliens can't hurt him."
Nolan smiled and shook his head at Mark's worried expression.
"Mark, you need to have some faith in your father and brother."
"I was worried before because your father had never suffered such a serious injury."
"But going to another universe just to beat up aliens or an evil dimensional overlord is a fairly common occurrence. I believe Jupiter, whom your father has such confidence in, has that kind of strength too. I'm sure he's learning from his excellent father right now, calmly negotiating with those aliens and telling them why they can't attack Blue Star."
Deborah had absolute faith in her eldest son, Jupiter, just as she did in her husband, Nolan.
Flaxen Planet...
A white figure stood atop a field of corpses!
All around the white figure, the ground was stained red with "tomato juice." In an instant, this figure had reduced a force of more than a thousand Flaxans to a pile of mush...
The white figure slowly raised his head and looked toward the Flaxans' city. He wore a warm, sunny smile...
That's right. Just as Deborah had said, Jupiter was calmly using his actions to show the Flaxans why they couldn't attack Blue Star!
In the Flaxans' city.
"Vrrrr..."
A deafening alarm suddenly blared.
"What happened!?"
Several young people stood frozen in place, holding tablets and discussing something as they stared at the screens. They furrowed their brows, trying to work out what had happened.
"Haha, maybe it's an air-raid drill! After all, didn't we run into some trouble while conquering a low-level planet recently? I don't think that low-level civilization will come through the spacetime passage, but it's always good to sound the alarm in advance..."
One of the young men seemed to have thought of something and smiled at the others.
"Whoosh!"
Just as the young man smiled, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept through. In an instant, every Flaxan shut their eyes.
When the wind died down, the head of the young Flaxan who had been so smugly explaining what was happening was gone.
"Oh, my God! What happened!?"
The group of young Flaxans stared wide-eyed. They had never encountered a whirlwind that could kill people before.
"Whoosh!"
As everyone stood there in confusion, another gentle breeze suddenly sprang up, brushing against their faces. A white-suited alien with slicked-back hair and a large F on his chest appeared in front of them.
"Sorry. I'm still not skilled enough. I forgot to slice the watermelons off the tops of your heads."
The man seemed apologetic about his lack of skill.
"What did you say?"
The Flaxans frowned as they listened to the alien babbling in an unfamiliar language. They had no idea what he was saying.
In fact, they didn't need to understand him. The next moment, they suddenly felt their heads spinning. Then they saw their bodies, stripped of their precious heads...
"Warning! Warning! We're under attack! This is not a drill..."
"The enemy is extremely dangerous. He has already wiped out a tactical assault force of five thousand soldiers armed with advanced weapons. All residents, evacuate to shelter immediately..."
In the residential buildings, constructed entirely from alien metal, the high-tech alien televisions kept repeating the words "under attack."
"The enemy is just one person!?"
"What on earth is the military doing?"
"One person, that's all!? What, can he repel bullets and blades and fight an entire army by himself? Are you telling me all the technology we've developed can't take him out?"
An elderly-looking Flaxan watched the warning on the screen and cursed. The Empire was becoming more and more incompetent. Not only had its invasion run into trouble, now it had issued the highest-level alert over the invasion of a single low-level alien. What a joke...
"Boom!"
Just as the elderly Flaxan was cursing the Empire's incompetent military, a loud rumble caught his attention. Leaning on his cane, he slowly made his way to the window to check what was happening outside.
Then he understood why the military had issued the highest-level evacuation alert over a mere alien!
It was a streak of light wreathed in flames! Countless blasts erupted in the currents of air as he raced forward! He was a being so far beyond ordinary life that nothing could even get close to him.
Buildings were pierced through! Streets were obliterated, and the lights across the entire city were gradually going dark...
"Dada-bala..."
The elderly Flaxan cursed in his ancient language. Roughly translated, it meant something like "fuck" or "damn it"...
"Boom!"
The next moment, the building where the elderly Flaxan stood exploded!
"Faster! Faster! Faster..."
Jupiter was constantly accelerating his body. This was a speed he had never dared to imagine on Blue Star. It wasn't because Blue Star's gravity or any other restriction limited his speed. It was because, on Blue Star, he'd been afraid that going too fast would tear the surface off the little planet...
The Viltrumites had a simple way of clearing the surface of a worthless civilization: they just flew toward wherever the lights were! Before their invincible speed, anything that came near them would burn to ash under the tremendous friction!
Beneath the rocky surface...
A Flaxan military base.
"The city on the surface is being destroyed!"
"The enemy is beyond our ability to deal with..."
"We may be the last Flaxans on this planet."
The antennae on the soldiers' foreheads contracted. They were heartbroken, watching their homeworld being destroyed while they could do nothing to stop it.
"As long as we're alive, that's a victory..."
A man who looked like a sergeant major clenched his fist and raised it high after hearing the soldiers' lament. As long as they were alive, the Flaxans wouldn't fall!
"That's right!"
"That's right!"
Hearing this, the soldiers nodded again and again. They were the last hope for the Flaxans on this planet.
"Boom!"
Just as the Flaxan soldiers were steeling themselves, their military base suddenly shook.
"What happened!?"
The Flaxan soldiers were completely bewildered.
"Who started moving the base!?"
While the soldiers the sergeant major had just lectured stood there in confusion, he showed his professionalism. Frowning, he questioned the operators at the controls.
"We didn't move the base..."
But after exchanging glances, the operators shook their heads one after another, saying they hadn't moved it.
"Show me the view outside!"
The Flaxan sergeant major shouted angrily.
"Yes, sir!"
At his order, the others brought up the view outside. A handsome, sunny-looking alien man was dragging their base upward...
The man pulling the base along seemed to notice the sergeant major and the others watching him. He flashed a brilliant, sunny smile at the camera and shouted, "Surprise! Motherfucker!"
"It's over..."
The sergeant major looked at the alien's smug grin, his face ashen...
"Boom!"
With a deafening rumble, the enormous military base where the sergeant major was stationed was dragged out of the ground by the alien. He pulled the island-sized base along with one hand, taking aim at something. The next moment, he hurled the base toward another Flaxan base on the surface in the distance.
"Boom!"
When the two bases collided, they burst into dazzling flames!
After destroying the bases, he streaked through the sky with a sonic boom!
The white figure began his work again!
The steel beams and plates in the cities couldn't stop him from passing through!
The enemy's advanced weapons couldn't raise so much as a ripple on his body...
Faster than sound, his body harder than alloy—like an invincible God of War, he streaked through countless cities, snuffing out every light within them...
"Retreat..."
In outer space, aboard a huge space fortress surrounded by countless satellites, a man dressed like the Flaxans' greatest leader watched the lights on the planet below go dark one by one. Drops of bright red blood fell from his clenched fist onto the floor. He was furious. He hated that invader...
But faced with a Super Soldier created by biological technology far beyond their civilization, he had no way to fight back...
At last, he decided to open a curvature passage and leave.
"Yes, sir!"
The Flaxan soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief at their leader's order. They watched the lights on the surface vanish one by one through their monitors, eyes wide. The enemy was clearing the surface faster than they could have imagined. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he made his way into outer space. Then everything would be over. They had no large-scale weapons capable of stopping a being on that level!
"Boom!"
The fortress's engines roared loudly from within.
Outside the fortress, in the still vacuum, a pure-gold Spacetime Gate appeared soundlessly in front of it.
"Full speed ahead!"
The Flaxan Leader issued the order.
"Engines at maximum power!"
As the operator's hands flew across the keys, the enormous space fortress began moving toward the Spacetime Gate...
Then the space fortress came to a permanent stop in front of the Gate.
"Damn..."
The sudden stop sent the Flaxans throughout the fortress lurching.
"What happened!?"
The Flaxan Leader was thrown to the floor, landing hard on his face...
He staggered to his feet and glared at his subordinates.
"Hey there! How are you!?"
As the Leader stood there in confusion, a white figure blocked the way between the space fortress and the Spacetime Gate. He silently greeted the Flaxan Leader.
"..."
The Flaxan Leader looked at the alien in the white bodysuit, his face ashen!
"Now, goodbye!"
Floating in the vacuum, the white-suited alien pushed the space fortress with both arms, sending it toward the Flaxans' homeworld at incredible speed.
"Report, sir. Our engines have failed..."
"Based on our calculations, there's a 99.9 percent chance we'll crash into our planet!"
The operator reported the machine's conclusion to the Leader.
"You don't have to tell me. I'd already figured that out!"
The Flaxan Leader clenched his fist and raised it high above his head.
That gesture of theirs was the equivalent of Blue Star's international friendship gesture.
"Boom!"
Jupiter, dressed all in white, shoved the space fortress into the atmosphere. Watching it burn as it descended, he retreated into space, then raised his right hand and gave the plummeting fortress the middle finger. He was a man of principle, after all—he believed in returning an alien's courtesy...
"Go eat shit, all of you!"
As Jupiter watched the mushroom cloud bloom over Flaxen Planet, he admired the beautiful sight and silently sent his regards to every last Flaxan...
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