Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

Author: Swaying Candlelight Tears

Synopsis:

After accepting the mission to assist Nolan, Leon, newly come of age, finally returned to the Earth he had longed for.

His! Own! Earth!

As a transmigrator, Leon naturally could not tolerate Viltrum laying a hand on this place. Launching a conquest here was unthinkable!

However, the accumulated strength of the older generation of Viltrumites was difficult to catch up to, and Nolan could act at any time.

Fortunately, he possessed a power called the Mightiest Chat Group. He could meet powerhouses from every world, ride their coattails, then surpass them. Except...

Yuji Itadori: Anyone want to join our club? The Occult Research Club.

Amiya: Hehe, I can finally go out with Mom and Dad today.

Neos: Sigh, Makado came to bother me again, saying something about making humanity great again...

Gudako: I think I got some kind of skin disease lately. A strange red rash appeared on my hand.

Clark Kent: Are any of you in a big city? I'm going to Metropolis. Any advice?

So where was the mightiest part?

After all that, he still had to raise them himself?

Fine then. Yuji, watch closely. This is how you use a cursed energy hand blade!

Volume One

The Mightiest Chat Group Is Online

At the edge of the Solar System.

Inside the spacecraft, Leon caressed the blue planet on the screen.

"Finally, I can see you, my Earth."

As a product of Viltrum's forced breeding program, he had been training from the moment he first opened his eyes, for more than eighteen years now.

Even though his memories from before transmigration had already been blurred by the slaughter after slaughter of his life,

Even though the hands that once typed on a keyboard in his previous life were now stained with the blood of his own kind, aliens, and hundreds of millions of lives,

the moment Leon saw Mother Earth, he could still strangely dredge up the geography knowledge he had learned in high school.

The Tropic of Cancer, monsoons, ocean currents...

And my home should be... around here.

The corners of his eyes should have been damp, but for Viltrumites, those things were blocked up most of the time.

It was said that well-developed tear ducts had once been considered a defect. In an empire ruled by survival of the fittest, those genes had probably been physically eliminated long ago.

"How does it feel, fresh blood?"

At that moment, a figure silently floated over to Leon's side.

General Craig, a veteran from the same era as Regent Thragg.

"Azure and emerald. It resembles the homeland I saw in the records."

That homeland naturally referred to Viltrum. Leon's expression immediately sharpened.

"I read the report. The inhabitants there apparently cannot even endure a light squeeze from us. The weak do not deserve to enjoy such beauty."

"This gem is destined to enter the Empire's possession."

Facing the Earth on the screen, Leon raised both hands as if he truly meant to receive it into his palms.

Craig nodded in satisfaction. His red prosthetic eye reflected the young man's form.

As expected of the most outstanding child among this batch of newborns.

Resolute, loyal, brave.

Though the birth of fewer than ten new lives could do nothing to reverse their functional extinction,

he could still see vitality and hope in Leon.

"But don't forget, young man. Your mission is to assist Nolan. Everything must be carried out according to his orders."

Craig reminded him.

"Unless you can defeat him."

"Understood."

That was very Viltrumite.

Leon looked beyond the porthole. A streak of red flashed through the profound starry sky.

Soon, Nolan arrived on the bridge, his red cape billowing behind him.

Black hair, gray at the temples, and a beard—he looked exactly like the newspaper editor from the Tobey version of Spider-Man.

"Craig, I thought regular reports wouldn't be this urgent."

He first walked over to Craig, then finally shifted his attention to Leon.

"Who's he?"

Craig answered.

"A few things happened after you left for Earth. With the Grand Regent's support, we gained some new members.

"They have just completed their coming-of-age ceremony and were assigned to serve under you as their first mission."

He looked at Leon.

"He is the best among them. No one would be more suitable for you."

Having been introduced, Leon naturally puffed out his chest and met Nolan's scrutinizing gaze. Yet within it, he detected a measure of vigilance and resistance.

Nolan then moved before him and raised a hand.

"The best... prove it to me."

Viltrumites only needed an instant to get on the same wavelength.

The moment those words were spoken, Craig automatically took his place between them as referee.

Leon instantly stirred up his emotions: his longing to return home, the rage of being forced to kill for eighteen years...

His intelligent atoms began to accelerate, and his power surged! Exploded!

He drew back his right fist to gather strength. The disturbed air sucked in the surrounding documents.

Bang!

His fully charged punch tore through the air and shot straight toward Nolan's palm.

Whoosh—

The blast of air sent skirts and capes flying, scattering the gathered documents across the bridge again.

Yet Nolan ultimately caught the punch firmly. Leon lowered his right hand, numb from the recoil.

There was only a red mark where the blow had landed.

Of course, that had not been Leon's full strength.

But the problem was that if he used his full strength, he could break through Nolan's defense—but this hand would be done for too.

Sigh, I'm being scared to tears by an old-timer's tankiness.

"Not bad. But here, you will act according to my orders."

Nolan shook out his hand and held up four fingers to Leon.

"First, I require you to treat this as an independent conquest operation. You will study the materials yourself and learn how to integrate into Earth."

"Second, do not attempt to contact me. I have already become their hero on the ground and earned the trust of global defense systems. This is the most critical moment."

"Third, do not use your abilities without my permission. I do not want Earth to discover the presence of a second Viltrumite. It will agitate their sensitive nerves."

"Lastly, I have taken over the role of your instructor. Once a week, at the same time and place, I will teach you how to become a qualified warrior."

Nolan stood with his hands behind his back, coldness seeping from his blue eyes.

"Don't screw this up. You know what happens to failures."

"Understood."

Before departing, Leon glanced back at Craig.

"Are you really not coming down to take a look, General? I heard they look almost exactly like us."

Craig replied proudly, every word brimming with loyalty to the Empire and contempt for the weak.

"The same skin cannot conceal their weakness. Why would I possibly be interested in the weak?"

"I feel only endless admiration and sympathy for you, who must live among them."

Seeing this, Leon thought of something, but without saying a word, he flew from the spacecraft toward Earth.

Yet beneath his excitement, there was also a heaviness in his heart.

He had not only seen what happened to planets conquered by Viltrum—he had taken part in it.

Deep down, he considered himself an Earthling. How could he allow others to mess with his Earth?

Only local gangs had the right to run wild there...

As for Invincible, he had only watched a few short clips of it in his previous life, and the little memory he had left had been nearly scrubbed clean.

Damn Viltrumite education, you win!

Leon only remembered that early on, someone had defeated Nolan, and in the final battle, someone had defeated Thragg.

But his transmigration was also a variable. Who knew whether this was the main universe? In the worst-case scenario, he might have to fight Mark too.

Suddenly, the stars speeding past before his eyes froze, and a screen of light popped up before Leon.

[Host detected entering the main storyline area. Would you like to join the Mightiest ███ Chat Group?]

At the sight of this, the humanity that slaughter had worn away from Leon finally burst forth.

Holy shit, a cheat!

And it was a chat group. Just the name sounded incredible.

Eighteen years of life had felt like a dream, yet his golden finger had finally returned to its loyal owner.

He wiped away tears that did not exist, his finger becoming an afterimage as it tapped the button.

[Welcome to the chat group, outstanding Viltrumite student.]

[Tiger of West Junior High has joined the group chat.]

[Yellow Weasel, Human Not God has joined the group chat.]

[Spicy Donkey Head has joined the group chat.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Human Evil has joined the group chat.]

[Kansas Farm Boy has joined the group chat.]

Immortals lined up like hemp...

Leon's perpetually furrowed brow relaxed. He could no longer imagine how he could lose this round.

Where Is the Mightiest Part?

Miyagi Prefecture Sendai Sugisawa Third High School, home economics classroom.

"A chat group? What is this thing? Could it be that Kokkuri-sama has answered us?"

Yuji Itadori removed his finger from the coin used for the Kokkuri game and stared blankly at the screen of light.