Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

At the same time, screens popped up before the three guards.

[Mission complete. Obtained 2,000 points. You will soon receive this world's special reward.]

[If you do not voluntarily leave this world, you will be automatically returned in 6 hours.]

They looked at one another.

In the end, Leon quietly placed the girl back on the bed before breaking the silence.

"You two have asked everything you wanted to ask, right? It's rare for us to work together like this. I think a round of honesty is in order.

All three minors have run into trouble. No matter how slow you are, you should know it'll be your turn eventually.

Besides, I can tell we're all born to work ourselves to the bone. Better communication would benefit all of us, so I'll go first."

He roughly explained his situation, though he blurred the specific details.

Someone as experienced as Neos could see through certain things and accept them.

But Clark was still young. He had not even put on his S suit yet.

"So we're not the same race... To be honest, I think we're really alike."

Clark sounded slightly regretful, but he immediately began encouraging him.

"You're really amazing. You're even a few years younger than me. If I discovered my home planet had turned out like that too, I think I'd be lost for a long time."

He patted Leon on the shoulder and began introducing himself.

His story was still very simple: the son of Krypton, adopted and raised by kind farming parents, determined to use his abilities to do something meaningful.

At present, he was preparing to head for the glaciers to further investigate his origins.

"Are they all aliens?"

Neos muttered to himself. He had been mentally prepared for that.

The odds of humans successfully producing offspring through marriage with people like them... were usually about the same as the odds of them breeding with morning glories.

But perhaps there was a turning point?

Under the focused gazes of the other two, he began introducing himself.

The dark 29K Terra. Humanity's future was bleak. A powerful immortal was determined to launch a war, unify Terra, and set forth toward the sea of stars.

To make humanity great again!

At the same time, he casually mentioned his genetic modification between the lines, hoping to test their reactions.

The pile of terminology left the Boy Scout utterly bewildered, but he eventually found the key point.

"Mr. Neos, you come from a very terrible world, don't you?"

"But hope remains, and I am working for it."

Neos nodded and turned his gaze toward Leon.

Leon was equally straightforward.

"So, Neos, you kept staring at us along the way because you were considering whether our powers could be used in genetic modification, weren't you?"

Just as I hoped.

Neos's eyes lit up slightly.

Could it be? Could my tool-slash-kid really fly one day?

Servant Leon

"You mean people like you are currently considered the weakest in your race?

You grow stronger the more you fight, and among the older generation, some can even push planets with their bare bodies?

And your average lifespan is several thousand years, even though that statistic comes from a race where most deaths are in battle and there are no recorded deaths from old age?

Finally, each of you can complete faster-than-light travel on your own?"

He wanted it. He wanted it badly!

Neos licked his lips. Ever since descending here in this body, his emotions had been unusually expressive.

But if he could get his hands on this... even his larger self would wake up laughing if he thought of it in the middle of the night.

It was just that—

A military empire guided by a former king and ruled by a regent, fond of conquest, worshipping strength, and retaining archaic, bloody traditions.

They despised aliens and placed extreme importance on bloodline purity.

Even having children with aliens without permission was considered a crime among them.

Setting aside that last point, why did this sound so much like that pile of crap I dreamed about?

Whatever. That was because he was useless. I'd never turn my empire into that.

Neos cast aside the meaningless thoughts.

"Leon, did you mention reproducing with Earthlings earlier?"

Clark had initially been completely lost, but at this point, his face reddened.

What exactly had the Boy Scout thought of? Hard to say.

Leon suppressed a smile and said, "Viltrumite genes are highly invasive. We can produce offspring with almost any race.

They will inherit some traits from their other half, but overall, they will be Viltrumites.

Although their strength depends on genetic compatibility, they will ultimately become closer and closer to purebloods."

It was settled. How was this any different from having someone spoon-feed him?

Neos clenched his fist inwardly. He felt this was highly feasible.

If my future Custodes could fly too...

But he quickly cooled down and returned to his Emperor state.

Considering the monsters and freaks on his side, this matter had to be handled cautiously—more cautiously than ever.

"Then, Leon, I think I need your help. Would you mind coming to my world and providing some materials?"

"Of course, Neos. You have seen my strength, and I have seen yours. Helping each other—that's how it works, isn't it?"

Leon raised a hand and pointed at the room.

"Like in this world. I might be able to easily pin down enemies with physical forms, but for those mysterious and intangible things, I can do nothing for now."

Clark also raised his hand to join in.

"And me. If you need help, I am willing to offer what little assistance I can."

But that raised a problem: Leon had no idea how good Viltrumites' resistance to magic was.

The same went for Superman.

His theoretical magic resistance did not seem low, yet something always managed to crawl out of some obscure corner and catch him off guard.

The DC Universe was constantly setting traps for him.

"However, there is a great deal of preparation required before this can be done. You should remember the malicious existences I mentioned—corruption, erosion. They seep into every crack."

Neos naturally recognized this point.

"I will protect you as much as possible, but you also have every right to refuse. Please always remember that."

He understood that one could use one's own people to the death, but otherworldly allies deserved respect.

Thus, the three adult reserve members of the Mightiest Chat Group reached an agreement.

Afterward, they reported their safety to the two children in the group who had been worrying about them.

Neos was still exerting his power. He seemed to have vaguely touched upon some knowledge of the Fate world.

So he made a few arrangements here and kept watch over Ritsuka Fujimaru until their automatic return.

After returning to his original world, Leon first checked his injuries again.

Unexpectedly, he had recovered rather well. He did not know whether it was the effect of crossing worlds or the improvement brought by fighting a Servant.

But overall, it should not have been much. Fortunately, his slashing resistance had improved slightly due to his adaptability.

After loosening up a little, Leon took off and opened the real-time group chat.

Ritsuka Fujimaru seemed to have awakened not long after they left.

Now, she was sharing the knowledge she had recalled.

[West China Tiger: So you can become Heroic Spirits? I'm a little jealous.

I heard that if us sorcerers aren't killed by cursed energy, we turn into super, super, super scary cursed spirits.]

[Spicy Donkey Head: I've recently been learning about Sarkaz history from Her Highness Theresa. It seems there is something similar.

She said that Sarkaz who die in battle also return to the Many Souls through guidance.]

"Then... after the person who hurt my parents like that was dealt with by Mr. Leon, could they enter there too?"

The little rabbit behind the screen muttered, but did not send the message.

[West China Tiger: @Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil of Humanity By the way, Fujimaru, did you receive the extra reward from using the special summon?]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil of Humanity: Oh, right!]

Very soon, Ritsuka Fujimaru attached a selfie.

In the picture, armor covered one of her arms, and she held a greatsword far too large for her build.

Leon recognized it at a glance. It came from King Hassan.

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil of Humanity: It says this is my own power, awakened after breaking through my limits. It's called Spirit Origin Attachment.

After using it, so much power welled up inside me. It seems like I can fight personally too.]

[Yellow-Furred One Who Is Man, Not God: Fujimaru, you need to realize that this is an ability similar to that of another you.

Perhaps the truth of your world lies within it as well. And if it belongs to you, you must also be wary of the cost.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil of Humanity: I understand, Neos.]

After the simple reminder, Neos began sharing his own gains as well.

[Yellow-Furred One Who Is Man, Not God: Perhaps I gained the least among us. It said something about "not authorized to name you," then exchanged it for knowledge.]

[Kansas Farm Boy: But that sounds amazing. Mine is this.]

The screenshot showed a trait.

[Sun's Child C+]

[The energy you can obtain from yellow suns is slightly increased. Your combat abilities under a yellow sun are slightly enhanced.]

A simple, unadorned bonus. It said "slightly," but who knew what multiplier Superman would turn it into once he got all willpower-powered.

These things that declared enlightenment whether they won or lost were the most insidious.

Then Leon's own reward appeared—

[Viltrumite Hand Strike (Provisional Name)]

[Rank: C. Type: Anti-Person Noble Phantasm (?)]

[Effective Range: 1. Maximum Targets: 1 person.]

[An utterly ordinary movement that anyone can perform.

But in the hands of a Viltrumite like Leon, it becomes a weapon that brings death, invincible in every encounter.

This is true whether against aliens or his own kind. To this day, it has never encountered an opponent.

But how many worlds would these hands, already soaked in blood, take how many more lives from?]

The moment Leon landed on Earth, he felt an empty vessel appear inside his body.