Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake? Chapter 25

So, rounding it off, Babel and Leon had jointly taken down two members of the war faction.

Especially the Blood Demon Lord. The moment the corner of Leon's mouth split, he seemed to sense something.

Muttering about "such a powerful bloodline," he left the conference room half exhilarated and half mentally shattered.

According to Theresa, who was currently beside Leon:

The Blood Demon Lord considered his bloodline noble, but his beliefs had been utterly crushed in front of Leon.

Under the twin moons, everyone from Babel sat together along the edge of the tower's highest floor.

The Doctor discussed their first travel destination with Amiya, while Theresa told Leon stories.

She spoke of the discovery of the Far Wanderers, then of the past deeds of the three Demon Kings—Godu, Baersa, and Kieron—followed by the coalition armies of the three nations and the death of Demon King Yelesh.

Finally, she put on the Black Crown.

As for Leon, he was studying the exact weight of a mobile landmass.

He had run into an awkward problem in his own world. For the daily task that required weightlifting, he had been unable to find anything heavy enough to complete it.

Maybe I can try it in Terra for now?

No matter what, even if it did not meet the target, the workout would be better than lifting elephants and houses, right?

At that moment, the Demon King beside him began talking about herself.

"I once came into contact with the Many Souls of the Sarkaz. It was a sea of fire filled with hatred and suffering. The first time I tried, I was nearly swallowed by it."

"And you, Leon? How did you endure it?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, she spoke as her hand covered Leon's.

Leon frowned slightly.

Viltrumite wisdom told him that Originium Arts were profound and vast. This might be a way to probe for his weaknesses.

Brother, she may have only been pretending before. She wants to be your enemy.

But Earthling wisdom resisted.

Brother, she's trying to unlock your affection route!

Satoru Gojo's Training Invitation

No matter what, nothing much could happen in three days.

After that night, Theresa happily made the decision to approve an abandoned landmass for Leon to use as a weightlifting site.

He gave it a try and felt it would work well as extra weight for weighted flying.

Also, the materials science here seemed absurd.

Logically speaking, if he lifted it and flew like this, any building on Earth would have shattered and collapsed long ago.

Yet this landmass could actually hold up?

So he tagged the group's big-brained emperor in the chat. After a round of calculations, the man came up with a pair of figures.

Figures Leon could not understand.

Meanwhile, over those three days, people like Theresis and Kal'tsit would occasionally look up at the sky during breaks from work.

Watching the flying landmass, they were grateful they had not stubbornly tried to tough it out.

Then they buried themselves in the newly added workload.

The Sarkaz civil war had been suspended in an utterly absurd manner. They all needed to find new paths toward achieving their goals.

Leon himself did not care about any of that.

He had heard that every country on this land was filled with all sorts of monsters and freaks. He might have the strength to sweep through them one by one.

But he was already sick of doing that kind of thing.

So he preferred to respect his group members' wishes and only act when necessary.

Besides, he had a selfish reason of his own. If he finished fights too quickly, how was he supposed to farm special rewards?

On the third day, Leon was about to return, and it was also time for Amiya to set out.

Before they left, Theresa said she wanted to give Amiya a farewell gift, so she called them into a room.

Under their gazes, she spread her five fingers, and a diamond-shaped stone floated above her palm.

The Doctor recognized it at once.

"A fragment split from the Continuation of Civilization? Your degree of control is higher than I expected."

"You plan to transfer its authority to Amiya?"

"No, that burden would be too heavy. It's only a very small portion."

Theresa crouched down and met the Cautus girl's eyes.

"Little Amiya, your existence has helped me greatly, yet I once thought of using you. This is a little compensation."

She rubbed the girl's head.

"I stored the ways to use it, along with many things I think you can learn, inside it. I believe the Doctor will also teach you how to use it.

Even now, I have only managed to wield a small portion of its power. Perhaps there may be a way inside to help your parents as well."

"Thank you, Miss Theresa."

Amiya accepted it and examined it curiously, but she immediately thought of something else.

"What about Brother Leon? He's the one who helped the most."

Good kid. I didn't spoil you for nothing.

Theresa looked somewhat troubled.

"Mr. Leon is too powerful. I can't think of any gift that would match his status for the moment. Perhaps when we meet again, I'll have something prepared."

"Then I'll look forward to it."

Leon was eager to return and check his system rewards.

But Theresa was delighted by this. She waved goodbye to the three of them.

"Then please take care of yourselves, Mr. Leon, Amiya, and Doctor. Remember to come back and visit when you have time."

Her gaze settled on Leon.

"I know you can fly back in less than a minute."

After returning to the Invincible world, Leon checked his rewards in space.

[Task completed. You are about to receive this world's special reward.]

[Ding. Special reward delivered.]

[Skill upgraded: Demon King Arts—Emotional Amplification (Beginner) → (Intermediate)]

[Effect: For six minutes each day, the user may amplify one of their emotions at will by approximately 30%.

Additionally, while in this state, the user's emotional influence on others is increased.]

As expected, both the amplification ratio and duration had increased.

Leon felt that he was one step closer to elbowing old man Nolan in the face.

"What's with this new effect, though? A charm spell? A fear aura? It sounds way too broad."

Leon was a little confused, but he never lacked opportunities to experiment.

[West China Tiger: @Viltrumite Honor Student Brother Leon, Teacher Gojo said he picked a time when everyone is free and wants you to come over for some group training.

I'm almost done saving up points too. Do you have time?]

[Viltrumite Honor Student: No problem on my end.]

[West China Tiger: Then I'll have Fushiguro get ready.]

So Fushiguro had gone from a Mahoraga launcher to a Viltrumite launcher now?

Leon raised an eyebrow.

[Viltrumite Honor Student: It's not that bad. It's not like Mahoraga is my only way of traveling between worlds.]

Although the adaptation granted by the system was tempting, Leon was even more curious about Mahoraga—the one that gave Megumi Fushiguro muscle memory even while unconscious and made Sukuna unable to look away.

If its mechanism could truly adapt across power levels, then it would be a trustworthy partner for mutually grinding rewards.

[Kansas Farm Boy: Someone got there ahead of me? Then I'll get in line. Leon, when I have time, I may invite you over too.]

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: Sounds like something happened on your end, Clark. Need any advice?]

[Kansas Farm Boy: I'm not sure yet. I'll wait and see.]

Was this... the arrival of an arch-enemy villain?

Leon did not remember much about Superman-related stuff.

Zod, Doomsday, the big bald guy, and—

My mom's name is Martha too.

Come to think of it, none of them sounded easy to deal with.

Neos dealt with disgusting stuff on the Warp level, while Superman's side was pure difficulty piled up through raw physical power.

Which raised the question: were there other heroes in Clark's universe? He rarely talked about such things.

He would have to find time to ask.

Curling his fingers, Leon sorted out his future schedule. Then he pushed off with both feet and flew toward Earth.

When he returned to class, none of his classmates noticed that he had ever left.

After enduring the incomprehensible babble of the lessons, Leon returned home.

He walked through the door and tossed his backpack onto the sofa.

As usual, he took off his coat and went to the kitchen to make himself dinner.

However, his gaze kept sweeping over a blank spot in the room.

When he passed by as usual, he suddenly burst into action, turning into an afterimage as he grabbed the air beside the television.

A smooth metallic sensation.

He lifted it up, and a soldier in combat gear slowly appeared in his hand.

The same thing happened in every corner. Six soldiers raised their guns, their muzzles aimed squarely at Leon.

Outside the window, several red dots moved across his body.

Out of politeness, Leon did not move.

A flash of blue light appeared beside him, and a man emerged.

"You were very difficult to find, Mr. Leon."

He loosened his tie and looked at Leon.

A handsome old man with a large scar across his right cheek, a receding hairline nearly reaching the back of his head, and shoulder-length hair left behind.

Cecil, director of the Global Defense Agency.

With how often he appeared, Leon could still remember him.

"I have to say, your ability to find things is better than I expected."

Viltrumites on Government Pay

"But I don't think this is the treatment someone trying to do good should receive, is it?"

Leon tried taking a step sideways, and the red dots hurriedly followed.