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

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Leon gently pinched that arm, careful not to crush it into pulp.

The Black student sneered, thinking this loser was wildly overestimating himself.

But when he tried to pull free, he found he could not move. Once, twice—panic crept into his eyes.

Leon leaned closer and whispered:

"Okay, brother, is it possible she was looking... lower?"

His gaze dropped.

"Judging by you, your balls probably shriveled up already, right? Maybe any man could—"

"Fuck you!"

The Black student flew into a rage, swinging his other fist at Leon.

See? He threw the first punch. Activating 1% Viltrumite mode!

Leon caught the punch and twisted it backward.

The Black student cried out in pain, and Leon took the opportunity to seize him by the throat.

Before the watching students' eyes, this nearly three-hundred-pound giant was effortlessly lifted into the air.

Leon had not changed at all. His expression did not shift with exertion, nor did the muscles in his arm bulge.

It was no different from lifting air. He just had to be careful not to snap him.

The Black student's sweat-drenched face reflected in his eyes.

The hand that had been pounding on the locker door was now weakly clawing and struggling.

"Friend, maybe you carry the hopes of a single mother or your whole community. You took so many drugs that you turned your body into a mess.

"Are you sure you want to provoke me, ruin everything you sacrificed so much to gain, over something that never existed?"

Legend had it that football had an unwritten rule: if someone could lift you with one hand, he was your dad.

Very quickly, the Black student begged for mercy.

It was also the first time in years that every student present had seen this school bully suffer a setback.

He probably would not have an easy time on the team afterward. Once he showed weakness, plenty of people would sink their teeth into him.

Amid the murmurs, Leon continued packing his things.

Only after he was done did he turn to look at the three girls and one boy behind him.

Leaning against a locker, an orange-haired, green-eyed girl said:

"A very wise way of handling it. I thought you would need help."

Atomic Eve. It seemed her sense of justice extended to her private life as well.

"Ever since that guy got beaten by a mixed-race player on the field, he's been like this. I heard he even joined some kind of racist gathering."

"You helped my friend vent her anger."

"Don't say that, Eve. I could have handled them myself."

The Eurasian girl beside her voiced her displeasure.

"Sure, sure, I know. This was a piece of cake for our Marcia."

Eve brushed it off and introduced her friends to Leon.

Marcia Grayson, a very beautiful girl. Her surname sounded somewhat familiar.

Amber Bennett, Black, Mark's first girlfriend.

William Clockwell, Mark's best friend.

Leon did not remember him being gay, but the order in which he looked Leon over gave it away. He was the kind of existence that could make a Viltrumite shudder.

Making new friends was a happy thing, but Leon was more puzzled now:

So, Mark, all your friends were gathered here. Where the hell were you?

Where the hell had this brought me? Was this still the main universe?

When he brought up Mark's name to Eve and the others, they had no impression of him whatsoever.

Leon's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He felt as though he had faintly grasped a thread, but Viltrumite education and genes were resisting his intelligence.

Still, no matter what, one had to be strong oneself. He could think while training.

Today's daily task targeted agility: extreme short-range changes in direction under high gravity.

He wondered if Jupiter would work.

As for class, he might have to disappoint those with stereotypes.

Ask a Viltrumite a math problem about how many bundles of steel coils Xiaoming could carry at once, and he would say he would carry them all in one trip.

Ask how many trips Xiaoming needed to move them, and he would say that if it was not done in three seconds, the order had gone bust.

After sitting through one class, Leon sadly discovered that he probably really was a jock.

When he returned to the group chat, he saw at least seven or eight @ mentions.

The discussion about his age had already spread to other topics.

The Emperor said that the weight of each person's life was different. For some people, the first eighteen years after their birth were crammed with things that many adults might not be able to bear.

That was their responsibility.

Clark held the orthodox view. He firmly believed children should not shoulder such burdens too early, or it would be the adults' failure.

The Emperor replied that he wished that were the case too, but things often went against one's wishes.

Fujimaru nodded repeatedly from the side.

Unfortunately, though Leon did not know what was happening on her end, her good days were nearly over.

Humanity's Last Master, Chaldea's pressure-bearing champion.

Leon could not imagine any possibility of fate letting her off. Then he posted a screenshot.

[Viltrumite Honor Student: I'm really attending school. Look, this is my principal, my class schedule, my locker, and the friend who was about to bully me.]

[Kansas Farm Boy: That really is unpleasant. I wish him luck.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Human Evil: He's already dead, isn't he?]

[Spicy Donkey Head: Mr. Leon, you're not that brutal, are you?]

[Human, Not God, Yellow Weasel: An old-school drug warrior? How nostalgic. Back then, they didn't even use IV drips.]

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, beside the athletic field.

Itadori was training there, trying to replicate the feeling of using cursed energy.

Brother Leon's teaching really worked.

During Principal Yaga's test, when he had been swarmed by puppets, he had successfully used cursed energy once.

Apparently, that had been the other man's suggestion too: make the entrance test more intense, so the knowledge could be fully absorbed before it was forgotten.

"Fill your heart with emotion, draw cursed energy from those emotions, but maintain a stable output..."

"This is so hard!"

He chose to take a break and chat idly in the group.

"Bullying?"

Itadori looked at the word on the screen.

He had fought some punks who bullied other students, and had ultimately earned himself the nickname West China Tiger.

But Brother Leon and I are completely different, right? Is this Black guy going to get exiled into space?

Just then, a mouth opened unromantically on Itadori's cheek:

"Heh, you mediocre little brat. I can hardly bear to watch such an embarrassing display.

"Instead of wasting your efforts practicing here, why not hand your body over to me?"

"The guy who couldn't move Brother Leon with two punches, got hurt by the recoil, and then blamed me is really talking big."

Brother Leon had said that whenever Sukuna popped up in his face, this was how he should talk back.

Sure enough, Itadori felt a violent surge of emotion.

"Brat, I have two fingers now. If you have the guts, call him over and let him try me. I'll kill him instantly."

Sukuna kept arguing, but Itadori had already turned his attention to the changing screen.

[You have a new group announcement]

[It has been detected that group members have completed two or more tasks. Based on progression requirements, a new function will soon unlock. Refer to the countdown on your own screen for the time.]

At the same time, Leon soared above Jupiter's clouds, which were as solid as earth.

He calculated his countdown.

"This timing... lands right after Nolan's first training session."

Viltrumite Education at Its Finest

A week passed quickly.

The group members were all busy with their own affairs.

Amiya cared for her parents while studying under the Doctor. Before long, she might set out on a long journey.

Itadori was training with Fushiguro, and he had heard that new members would be joining.

As expected, Clark had gotten an internship at the Daily Planet.

Judging by the lines between his words, Lois Lane was probably mentoring him.

The Emperor had not revealed the progress of his actual work, but he seemed to be researching methods for safe travel between worlds.

Fujimaru's side was so peaceful that it was a little unsettling. Perhaps she had noticed something too, as she completed her daily tasks with great enthusiasm.

Leon had not been idle either.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Over the week, Leon searched the internet for plenty of footage of Omni-Man.

Unfortunately, none of it had much reference value. His superior was acting, acting himself into the gatekeeper of the top tier.

Not only were there more fans of his looks online than fans of his strength, but because his position was similar, Immortal Man's fans stepped on him every day. From time to time, people even dug up examples to mock him.

"The Mauler Twins take him half the day to deal with, while Immortal Man would instantly kill him!"

That was the great Nolan. In twenty years, he had almost never revealed his full strength.

Therefore, all Leon could do was train every day.

Besides, the group's brain, the Emperor, had personally tested it: food exchanged with points had miraculous effects on restoring stamina.

That discovery helped him greatly.

First, praise the Emperor. Second...

And now, Leon was waiting for Nolan near Pluto.

Looking at the famous heart-shaped region on the brown planet, he opened the group chat to check the time.

The appointed time had arrived, but he had not seen the other man.

That did not fit a Viltrumite's style.

A man capable of ruthlessly slaughtering the Guardians of the Globe would not be careless over something like this.

Either hero work had delayed him,

"Or the training has already begun—"