Viltrumite, Is Your Strongest-in-the-World Chat Group Fake? Chapter 10

Although most daily missions were absurdly difficult, he had still accumulated quite a few points over time.

"Food has always been one of the catalysts of diplomacy. I'll be looking forward to your performance."

After deducting the points, he conjured a plate of beef tongue out of thin air and began eating, nostalgia and confidence in his eyes.

"One day, humanity will eat it again."

At the same time, in another world, Ritsuka Fujimaru exchanged for a bag of Kikufuku in the classroom.

She had forgotten to bring lunch today.

However, the instant the space shifted, she suddenly felt the classroom temperature plummet.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that her teacher's head had somehow turned into a horned skull.

The blue flames in its eye sockets were staring fixedly in her direction.

But when she looked up, she found the classroom peaceful and normal.

"Was that an illusion?"

Special Appearance Reward Is Actually?!

When Leon returned to his original world, the mission rewards quickly popped up.

[Mission completed. Obtained 1,000 points. Special reward from this world will be granted shortly.]

[Ding! Special reward delivered.]

[Obtained Skill: Mahoraga's Power—Adaptation (Beginner)]

[Effect: The owner's resistance will continuously accumulate according to the number of times they are injured, with an upper limit of approximately 10%.]

After swiping back and forth across the screen to confirm it, Leon gave it some thought.

As for the System, he decided to move his doubts, which had already withdrawn beyond Earth, even farther away to Mars.

Right now, he desperately wanted to stir up some major news and lure in some heroes for a satisfying battle.

People only joked online about being a beaten-up young hero. In reality, who wouldn't want to become Mark and get beaten up, only to have their strength shoot up by a hundred percent afterward?

Keep it up, System. Let me see your limits!

If you can get me Infinity, I'd even be willing to reluctantly learn the World-Cutting Slash!

"Sir, is there a problem?"

The boss beside him rubbed his hands as he asked.

He could not see the system. From his perspective, this outsider had read through the intelligence, muttered "Chicago," and then suddenly turned grim.

Could he have some enemy there? If so, that person had better pray for good luck.

As an intelligence broker, he had naturally handled plenty of information on superhumans.

Even the demon detective Damien had visited his place before.

Naturally, his perspective went far beyond the power-scaling debates on the internet.

In short, the boss knew what superhumans were capable of.

Someone like Leon, to whom physically passing through walls was as easy as taking a stroll, was not on the same level as Elephant Man.

To defeat him reliably would probably require a hero on Immortal Man's level.

If someone like that set his sights on you, even if you did not die, you would lose a layer of skin.

Then, seeing that Leon did not answer and had begun gathering the documents to leave, the boss carefully approached him.

His tone was ingratiating.

"Then, sir, is there anything else you need me to do for you?"

"No, you've already done more than enough. Have a wonderful day, everyone."

Leon nodded to the people in the room, who did not dare move, then left amid the fluttering papers.

Only then did the unconscious guard open his eyes, only to be greeted by a fist.

"Shit!"

The boss cursed.

"Didn't I fucking tell you that when someone looks like they haven't taken a hit but is full of confidence, you need to keep them calm first?"

"Good thing he wasn't the bloodthirsty type, or neither of us would've made it out alive!"

He stared at the pitch-black hole, still shaken.

God, this guy had super speed too...

Mechanical Head was a typical elitist villain.

Protection money from Chicago gangs, enhancement drug deals, massive financial fraud schemes—the profits from all of it ultimately flowed into his hands.

As a gang leader, he had never hidden his location.

Chicago's buildings glittered under the sunlight.

Blending into the sky, they looked at first glance like shimmering waves on water.

On the top floor of a skyscraper, behind reinforced bulletproof glass.

Mechanical Head sat in an office chair, speaking with a goateed subordinate in a suit.

Isotope, whose ability was teleportation.

"I asked you to track where that batch of chips went. How are the results?"

The cyborg, whose face resembled a wrestler's mask, spoke with a naturally electronic voice.

"Okay, boss, everything is progressing smoothly. I've gotten a handle on it."

"I don't want to hear that kind of bullshit! I want results!"

Just as he was about to press the goateed man further over his laziness, he noticed the man staring blankly out the window.

When he turned around, he saw a hooded young man floating outside the glass on the sixtieth floor, hundreds of meters above the ground.

"Hello~"

His posture was casual, as if he were merely knocking on a friend's door to invite them out.

An entire squad of retired soldiers patrolled this floor. The instant the window sensors detected movement, they quickly gathered around.

Dozens of black gun barrels pointed at Leon.

Naturally, he was unafraid. He gently pressed a finger against the glass and slowly increased the force.

At first, a white spot appeared beneath his fingertip, then rapidly expanded.

When the spiderweb-like cracks gradually spread wider than his body, Leon withdrew his hand and curled his index finger.

Then he knocked on the door one last time.

Crash!

The glass window shattered with a deafening roar, and he descended through a rain of sparkling shards to hover above Mechanical Head.

The man was indeed worthy of being the boss who controlled half the city. Once he realized Leon's strength, he immediately withdrew the security personnel.

Crossing one leg over the other, he complained.

"Do you know how much that window cost me?"

Leon spread his hands.

"Consider it a gift from me, for becoming friends with you."

"Plenty of people want to be my friends~ Who the hell do you think you are~?"

Mechanical Head's tone was hostile, while Leon calmly emphasized again.

"No. You want to. You have to want to."

"You can try and make me want to."

With a snap of his fingers, Isotope, beside Mechanical Head, teleported.

While swiftly taking his boss away from Leon, he set three green light screens before them.

Several superhumans hired by them emerged from the screens.

Magnetic Ninja, Titan, and Clone Paul.

"Take down this lunatic."

At their boss's order, all three charged at Leon.

Leon licked his lips and landed.

"Better hope you can."

This was his first time fighting villains on Earth.

The faint stir of anticipation activated Intelligent Atom, letting him tweak it a little.

Titan was the strongest of the three, so naturally he was at the front.

As the burly Black man ran, the swing of his arms grew increasingly exaggerated, and rock began to adhere to his body.

The unstoppable humanoid tank surged forward and threw the first punch at Leon.

The force, enough to overturn a truck, landed in Leon's hand like a baseball thrown by a child.

Before Titan could pull back his fist and strike again, it was firmly gripped.

Cracks appeared beneath Leon's fingertips. He could shatter bulletproof glass, and he could shatter a rock armor layer that could only withstand rifle rounds as well.

Leon grabbed him, lifted him high over his head, and smashed him heavily into the floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He slammed him back and forth three times, sending rocks flying and incidentally crushing several of Paul's clones.

Finally, he flung him to the side. Titan grazed Mechanical Head with several pieces of internal organs protruding from him, embedded himself in the wall, and passed out.

The remaining two were even easier. Paul's infinite cloning was interesting, but his physique was not much stronger than that of an ordinary person.

Magnetic Ninja wore armor made of metal plates and could manipulate them as weapons, but they could not break Leon's defenses in the slightest.

With one hand behind his back, Leon swept his leg, cutting down most of the clones at the waist like wheat and spilling a pile of organs.

When the metal plates flew toward him, his left hand moved so fast it vanished, catching dozens of them at once and kneading them into a ball.

As for the last plate, he turned his body slightly and used the curve of his shoulder.

A harsh scraping sound rang out amid sparks. The metal plate severed the head of a clone attempting to ambush him and plunged straight into the door.

Blood dripped from it onto the floor.

Finally, Leon flashed behind Magnetic Ninja, grabbed his head, and slowly lifted him.

Ignoring the man's struggles, he turned to Mechanical Head.

"Hey! My Italian maple door! You've got to pay for that!"

Mechanical Head also felt it was time to call a halt. If he still could not see the situation for what it was, he should not be a boss at all.

Rather, he should have done so the moment he saw this guy lift Titan with one hand.

"Fuck your mother."

Leon used his native language for a curse for the first time in a while. It felt pretty good.

"Fuck off. Do you think I can't understand Chinese? So what exactly do you want?"

"Can't you tell?"

Leon raised his brows in disbelief.

"I'm so young. Isn't it obvious I want to go to school?"