One Finger

"Oh my God!?"

"What just happened!?"

"Jupiter blocked Tom's fist with one finger?"

Everyone's eyes went wide. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"That's it!?"

Jupiter smiled faintly at Tom, extended his finger, gently closed it around Tom's fist, then applied a little pressure.

"Ah!!"

Tom felt the force coming from his fist and screamed loudly. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He could feel the pressure on his fist; it was like two hydraulic presses were crushing his hand from above and below at the same time. He felt as if his fingers were about to shatter...

But before Tom could react, a large hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder. In an instant, Tom dropped to his knees, his face twisted with pain...

"Listen, Tom. I don't want to fight you over some bullshit club training contract!"

"If you want to go, then fucking go yourself!"

"And... clean up that pile of sand for me."

Jupiter looked at Tom solemnly, his gaze cold and merciless.

"Now tell me! Did you understand!?"

Jupiter questioned Tom, asking whether he had understood what he said.

"Mm!"

Tom kept nodding timidly. He was terrified. He couldn't believe a human could possess that kind of strength. Jupiter was like Superman...

"Good."

"Now I'm leaving."

Jupiter smiled faintly when he heard that. He patted Tom's cheek lightly, then straightened up and looked toward the crowd of boxing enthusiasts.

"Do any of you still need something from me?"

Jupiter looked at them and asked with a smile as warm as winter sunlight, like a spring breeze.

"No..."

"No, nothing!"

"Take care, sir..."

Feeling Jupiter's spring-breeze-like smile, each of them harboring their own schemes and all of them eyeing the club contract, the crowd retreated half a step.

"Heh..."

Jupiter laughed coldly and ignored this group of people who were already well past their prime yet still couldn't secure a club contract. He went to the changing room, changed his clothes, put on his headphones, and walked out of the boxing gym.

He didn't really know anyone at this boxing gym. He had always trained by himself. Tigers and leopards always walked alone; only cattle and sheep chose to move in herds...

Under the dim streetlights, Jupiter walked toward his home.

When he reached the front door, Jupiter looked at the brightly lit house and took a deep breath. The next second, he strode over and pushed the door open.

"Hey!"

"Mom, Dad!"

"Guess what? I actually awakened a superpower!"

"I did it!"

Inside the house, Jupiter's twin brother Mark, who was nearly a head shorter than him, was excitedly showing off to their mother and father.

"Ding-a-ling..."

Hearing the doorbell, everyone turned around.

"Mom! Dad! And Mark..."

Jupiter smiled at everyone and greeted them.

"Jupiter!"

The moment Mark saw who had arrived, he was instantly delighted. His eyes widened. He could no longer hold himself back from showing off his superpower to this brother who had outdone him in everything since they were little.

"Did something interesting happen today, Mark? You're this excited..."

Jupiter looked at Mark and smiled helplessly. In truth, he knew exactly why Mark was so excited without even asking. Wasn't it because when he took out the trash today, he'd thrown the garbage bag into the sky? Jupiter had seen it. That garbage bag had almost hit a passenger plane that was preparing to land...

"Jupiter, do you know? Today, I..."

As soon as Mark heard Jupiter ask, he immediately grew excited.

"Mom, I'm a little hungry. What are we having today?"

Before Mark could show off his superpower, Jupiter turned his head first and asked his mother, a strong Chinese businesswoman who exercised often and still maintained a slim figure despite being the mother of two children.

"I made your favorite dumplings today."

"You just got back from training today. You must be starving, right?"

Jupiter's mother in this world, Deborah Grayson, smiled faintly when she heard that.

"Hey! Jupiter, you need to listen when I'm talking to you..." On the other side, when Mark saw Jupiter ask their mom before he had even finished speaking, his expression changed at once. But the moment he heard they were having dumplings, he immediately grew excited again. "Hey! Mom, hurry up and eat! I can't wait to have dumplings."

"Of course I'm exhausted. You know how intense my training is—it's totally professional-level. But I probably won't be going to the boxing gym anymore."

Jupiter sat straight down in his seat and said it casually.

"Why!? Weren't you planning to become a professional boxer?"

"Did those bastards you mentioned start pushing you around again!?"

"I'll go have a talk with them!"

When Nolan heard Jupiter say he would never go to the boxing gym again, his expression changed at once. His brows drew together, anger stirring in him. He simply couldn't tolerate his child, a great Viltrumite, being bullied by people from this native planet!

"Dear..."

Deborah shot Nolan a glare. She understood her husband far too well. When he said "have a talk," it was probably not going to be that simple. These past few days, her husband Nolan had been fascinated with a book called The Analects. He felt that Confucius, who had traveled among the states, might well have been a senior of his own race—and a natural powerhouse among their people at that! Otherwise, there was no way he could have said things with such depth.

"All right, all right!"

The moment Nolan heard her, he understood Deborah was reminding him, and he immediately reined in his true nature.

"Jupiter, tell me. What exactly happened?"

Nolan asked Jupiter seriously.

"What happened..."

Jupiter chuckled. He deliberately kept them in suspense and looked toward Mark, who had been silent the whole time.

"Hey! Mark, hit me."

Jupiter crooked a finger at Mark.

"Bro, you must be crazy if you're asking me to hit you."

"You might not know this yet, but I'm not who I used to be!"

"I just awakened superpowers!"

"Right now, I'm already the same as our dad!"

Mark was stunned at first after hearing Jupiter's words, then immediately shook his head. Things were different now. Everything was different!

He was no longer the Mark he used to be. Right now, he was like a Saiyan from Dragon Ball. He was a Super Saiyan reborn from the flames!

The kind with a combat power of one hundred million. He was insanely strong, okay!?

"It's fine! I know you've gained superpowers. Just hit me as hard as you can."

Jupiter still wore his trademark Marxist smile of justice.

"Jupiter... don't tell me..."

Mark froze after hearing Jupiter's words. He had already guessed it. He wasn't stupid. If Jupiter knew he had gained superpowers and still chose to let him throw a punch, then it could only mean one thing: Jupiter had gained superpowers too...