"F" Represents a Word

"Uncle Atro, you look really young too!"

Jupiter wore a perfect smile as he warmly greeted Atro.

"This kid sure knows how to talk. He looks incredibly strong—just as perfect as you!"

Atro looked at Jupiter, as if seeing a shadow of Omni-Man Nolan in him.

"Of course!"

"He will be my finest offspring!"

Nolan nodded, certain that his child would be the greatest existence.

"Can I have this outfit!?"

On the other side, Mark's eyes were gleaming as he stared at a battle suit.

"Uh..."

"Of course you can..."

Atro heard Mark's shout and simply smiled faintly. Compared to Jupiter, who was so perfect he didn't seem human, Mark was more like a child his age—a teenager ought to be a bit lively.

"I've already prepared clothes for both of you!"

Atro said, waving his hand. Suddenly, two spinning cabinets opened their hatches, revealing two battle suits.

"So cool..."

Mark's outfit was an orange-yellow bodysuit. After putting it on, he kept twisting and shaking his body.

"Uh..."

Jupiter looked at Mark, his eyes twitching. Honestly, it was way too ugly!

"Hey, I'd like a white one, preferably similar to my father's. And can you print a letter on the chest for me!?"

Jupiter began asking Atro.

"Of course!"

Atro nodded. This kind of request was simple for him. As a professional maker of superhero battle suits, he received all kinds of suggestions from various heroes every day. After getting their input, he would improve the suits accordingly.

"But can I ask? Why do you want an F printed on your chest? Does this F have some meaning?"

Atro looked at Jupiter with curiosity.

"Just like my father Omni-Man, every hero has their own name, a codename, right!?"

Jupiter pointed at his father as he spoke.

"Of course, so this F stands for..."

Atro understood what Jupiter meant. Every superhero had their own codename—even the villains did. And the child of Omni-Man was born to become the world's greatest superhero!

"F stands for F*CK! F*ck the world!"

Jupiter smiled slightly and announced loudly.

"What!?"

Atro was stunned on the spot.

"Hahaha..."

Omni-Man Nolan burst out laughing. His eyes were full of affection and pride as he looked at Jupiter. That's right—this was the attitude a Viltrumite should have! A Viltrumite should do what Viltrumites do, like F*CK the world!

"Uh..."

Atro was flustered. What was going on!? Wasn't Omni-Man's child supposed to be a superhero!? No matter how he looked at it, this seemed more like a supervillain!?

"Just kidding. F stands for freedom!"

Jupiter looked at the panicked Atro and shook his head, saying he was only joking.

"Freedom..."

"Free Man! Fighting for this free country!?"

After hearing Jupiter's words, Atro's eyes lit up. He kept nodding, thinking to himself that Jupiter truly was Nolan's child—this sense of responsibility surpassed everything! Jupiter was a born hero!

"Heh..."

Jupiter chuckled lightly. He didn't explain further. He wouldn't tell this old comrade of his father, "Hey, wake up, buddy! My real meaning was the first one—f*ck! The stronger you are, the less responsibility you take. Be a perfect super-jerk..."

"I'll make your battle suit overnight tonight. Come pick it up tomorrow afternoon!"

Atro was as fired up as if he'd been injected with adrenaline. He swore he would create the best battle suit he could ever make for this child who had inherited Omni-Man's will.

"Old man, so tomorrow afternoon~"

Jupiter heard Atro's words and winked at Nolan.

"Operation tomorrow afternoon!"

Nolan knew what Jupiter meant and smiled back.

"Thank you, Uncle Atro. You'd be proud to know you made this suit yourself!"

Jupiter smiled and patted Atro on the shoulder. He swore that if Atro knew he, Jupiter, was about to wear the Superhero battle suit he'd personally crafted and face off against the most righteous and powerful Superhero organization on this planet, the Global Guardians, in a fight to the death—or rather, your death—Atro would be so happy he couldn't sleep!

"Old Man, Jupiter! Don't you think this outfit is a bit flashy on me!?"

At that moment, Mark was still bothered by how gaudy his battle suit was, unaware that his father and brother were plotting a scheme to overturn the entire Blue Star Superhero team.

"It is a bit, yeah. This battle suit could use some improvement!"

Nolan nodded lightly upon hearing this. Mark's clothes were indeed a little too arrogant.

"It suits you well, my little brother! But I hope you remember one thing—I'm your older brother!"

After hearing Mark's words, Jupiter nodded and emphasized his status as the elder sibling.

"Come on! Jupiter, you were only pulled out a few seconds before me!"

Mark was a little unconvinced. If the doctor had taken him out first, he'd be the older brother.

"Just look at our builds, and you'll know I'm your older brother!"

Jupiter puffed out his chest, using his 1.9-meter height to look down on Mark.

"Oh..."

"If I spent all day in the boxing gym like you, I'd be tall too!"

Mark blamed his mere 1.8-meter height entirely on his lack of proper training! After all, he and Jupiter were products of the same genetic blueprint—if Jupiter could reach 1.9 meters, there was no reason he couldn't...

"I look forward to the day you catch up to my height!"

Jupiter smiled, his eyes utterly indifferent.

At that moment, he was pondering how to get along with Mark. He had already decided to align with Nolan, meaning that, from a standpoint of interests, he was now on a different level from this planet. And his foolish little brother in front of him was too dumb to figure that out...

"My foolish little brother!"

Jupiter knew Mark's combat potential. In the later stages of the comics, he truly lived up to his title—someone who could be called invincible. Once he grew up, he could even become an asset in dealing with Thrag, the boss of Vistra!

Yes, Jupiter wasn't satisfied with just the Blue Star problem. He had to think bigger. If he wasn't going to do it at all, fine. But since he'd decided to become Ancestor-Man, he naturally intended to be the Ancestor-Man of the entire universe. Even his father Nolan's race, the Viltrumites, wouldn't be allowed to step on his head!

"You're calling me stupid again..."

Hearing Jupiter's words, Mark felt a bit wronged. He didn't know where he was stupid. He'd been scolded by his older brother since childhood, and he felt that the reason he sometimes seemed slow on the uptake was entirely because of his brother's constant nagging!

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