Chapter Eight: "F" Stands for a Word

"Uncle Atro, you look so young!"

Jupiter greeted Atro with a perfect smile, warm and friendly.

"That kid sure knows how to talk. He looks so strong, just like you—perfect!"

Atro looked at Jupiter, seeming to see a shadow of Omni-Man Nolan in him.

"Of course!"

"He'll be my finest offspring!"

Nolan nodded, certain his child would be the finest of them all.

"Can I have this outfit?!"

Nearby, Mark was staring at a Battle Suit with shining eyes.

"Uh..."

"Of course..."

Atro merely smiled at Mark's shout. Compared to the perfectly inhuman Jupiter, Mark seemed more like a kid his age. A teenager ought to be a little more lively, after all.

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

As Atro spoke, he waved his hand. Two rotating cabinets suddenly opened their doors, revealing two Battle Suits.

"That's so cool..."

Mark's outfit was a tight-fitting orange-and-yellow suit. After putting it on, he kept swaying his body around.

"Uh..."

Jupiter's eyes twitched as he looked at Mark. Honestly, it was way too ugly!

"Um, I'd like a white one, preferably something like my father's. Also, could you print a letter on the chest for me?"

Jupiter began asking Atro.

"Of course!"

Atro nodded. That sort of request was simple for him. As a professional maker of superhero Battle Suits, he received all kinds of suggestions from heroes every day. After hearing them, he would improve their suits.

"But may I ask you something?! Why do you want an F printed on your chest? Does the F mean something to you?!"

Atro looked at Jupiter curiously.

"Just like my father, Omni-Man, everyone has their own superhero name—a codename, right?"

Jupiter pointed at his dad as he spoke.

"Of course. So this F is..."

Atro understood what Jupiter meant. Every superhero had their own codename, and the same went for combat teams. What's more, Jupiter was Omni-Man's child, an offspring destined from birth to become the greatest superhero in the world!

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

Jupiter smiled slightly and said loudly.

"What?!"

Atro froze as soon as he heard that.

"Hahaha..."

Omni-Man Nolan burst out laughing. His eyes brimmed with love and pride as he looked at Jupiter. That was the attitude a Viltrumite should have! Viltrumites should do what Viltrumites do—like F*CK the world!

"Uh..."

Atro looked flustered. What was going on?! Weren't Omni-Man's children supposed to be superheroes?! No matter how he looked at it, this kid seemed like a supervillain!

"I'm kidding. F stands for freedom!"

Jupiter shook his head at the flustered Atro, indicating that he'd only been joking.

"Freedom..."

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

Atro's eyes lit up at Jupiter's words. He nodded repeatedly, thinking that Jupiter truly was Omni-Man Nolan's son. His sense of responsibility was simply beyond compare! Jupiter was a born hero!

"Heh..."

Jupiter smiled softly without explaining. He wasn't going to tell his father's old comrade, "Hey, wake up, buddy! I actually meant the first one! F*ck! The stronger you are, the less responsible you become. Be a perfect super asshole..."

"I'll work through the night to make your Battle Suit. Come pick it up tomorrow afternoon!"

Atro was practically pumped full of adrenaline. He swore he would make the best Battle Suit of his entire life for this child who had inherited Omni-Man's will!

"Dad, so tomorrow afternoon..."

After hearing Atro's words, Jupiter winked at Nolan.

"We'll make our move tomorrow afternoon!"

Nolan understood what Jupiter meant and smiled back.

"Thank you, Uncle Atro. You'll be proud that you made this suit with your own hands!"

Jupiter smiled and patted Atro on the shoulder. He swore that once Atro found out Jupiter would wear the superhero Battle Suit he'd made with his own hands to face off against the most righteous and powerful superhero organization on the planet, the Global Guardians, in a battle where the only outcome was their deaths, Atro would be so happy he couldn't sleep!

"Dad, Jupiter! Don't you think this outfit is a little too flashy on me?!"

Mark was still fretting over how flashy his Battle Suit was, unaware that his father and brother were plotting to overturn the entire Blue Star superhero team.

"It is a little. This Battle Suit could use some adjustments."

Nolan nodded slightly. Mark's outfit really was a bit too bold.

"It suits you, little brother! But I want you to remember one thing: I'm your big brother!"

After hearing Mark, Jupiter nodded and emphasized that he was the older brother.

"Come on, Jupiter! You were only born a few seconds before me!"

Mark wasn't convinced. If the doctor had taken him out first, then he'd be the older brother.

"Just look at our builds. You can tell I'm your big brother!"

Jupiter puffed out his chest, looking down at Mark with his one-meter-ninety stature.

"Oh..."

"If I spent all day at the boxing gym like you, I'd grow taller too!"

Mark blamed his height—only one meter eighty—on not getting enough exercise! After all, he and Jupiter came from the same set of genes. If Jupiter could grow to one meter ninety, there was no reason Mark couldn't...

"I look forward to the day you catch up to me."

Jupiter smiled, completely unconcerned.

At that moment, he was thinking about how he should get along with Mark. He had already decided to join forces with Nolan. In terms of their interests, that meant he and this planet stood on opposing sides. And his foolish little brother was too dumb to figure that out...

"My foolish little brother!"

Jupiter knew how strong Mark was. By the later parts of the comic, he really would live up to his title—he could be called invincible. Once he grew up, he could even become an asset in dealing with Viltum's leader, Thrag!

Yes, Jupiter wasn't content with just dealing with Blue Star. He needed to think bigger. If he wasn't going to do it, then fine—but since he'd decided to become Ancestor-Man, he would become the Ancestor-Man of the entire universe. Even his father Nolan's people, the Viltrumites, wouldn't get to walk all over him!

"You called me stupid again..."

After hearing Jupiter, Mark felt a little hurt. He didn't know what was stupid about him. His big brother had been insulting him since they were kids, and Mark figured the reason he sometimes seemed a little slow was that his brother had insulted him so much...