Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

Since Megumi Fushiguro was there, and every visit meant a good time, Leon did not dwell on it too much.

"Itadori, I'll teach you that knife-hand strike next time."

After the waves had settled, he lowered the boat, called out a farewell, and selected return.

It took the people on the boat quite a while to realize something.

"Did he forget to send us back? Did any of you bring anything? Like a compass?"

[West China Tiger: @Viltrumite Honor Student Brother Leon, you left us behind]

[West China Tiger: @Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God Mr. Neos, how do we sail back without a map or compass? Online and urgently waiting]

Back in his original world.

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

[Ding, special reward delivered.]

[Skill upgraded: Mahoraga's Power—Adaptation (Beginner) → (Intermediate)]

[Effect: The holder's resistance will continuously accumulate according to the number of times they are injured, with a maximum accumulation of approximately 20%.

Additionally, the user can gain a small amount of corresponding understanding from damage received.]

"It's getting more and more like the Mahoraga I've heard about. My confidence in beating up that old man has shot through the roof."

After reading the description before him, Leon was already looking forward to the day he next saw Nolan.

"Ding!"

Just then, a notification alerted him.

"Let's see. Marcia sent the date over."

(I'll look into Mahoraga's power level. It basically comes down to how it handles concepts. There's a video on Bilibili of Thragg fighting Mahoraga, and the comments have hundreds of replies arguing about it. I'll think some more about how to handle it in this book.)

My Classmate, the Suspected King of Soldiers

Today was the day Marcia was holding a study exchange session at home.

"Mom!"

The girl swung her black hair as she skipped down several steps, then leaned over the railing and looked downstairs.

"Do you know where my blue dress is?"

Having finished breakfast, Debbie was carrying dishes past her. She sighed.

"On the far left side of your closet. You hung it there after washing it the last time you wore it."

"Sweetheart, I think it's time you learned to organize your own clothes. You know—"

Her tone was meaningful.

"Messy girls don't get boys to like them."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The tips of Marcia's ears reddened.

Just then, Nolan came over in his battle suit and interjected.

"Debbie, I'm not sure whether Marcia is at the age where boys liking her matters, but either way, I think she should just be herself."

"Hey!"

Marcia puffed out her cheeks. Nolan had no idea how he had upset her this time.

Last time, he had learned not to keep bringing up superpowers around her. What was it this time?

However, Marcia's emotions passed quickly, replaced by some other happy thought.

"Dad, my classmates are coming over today. Do you have time to eat with us?"

"That'll be difficult, sweetheart. Cecil called me and the Global Guardians in for a meeting today."

Nolan was somewhat puzzled.

"Besides, haven't I already met them? William, Amber, and Eve."

"Fine."

The girl swayed her head as she retreated upstairs.

Then came a rapid series of footsteps leading to her room, followed by the door closing.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong with Marcia? This isn't her first study exchange session. I don't think I've ever seen her this happy before."

Nolan felt that something was off.

But so far, his father radar had yet to activate.

"Maybe it's because her friends haven't visited in a long time?"

Debbie brushed it off.

But she knew Marcia had listed enough food for five or six people.

The moment she heard that, she knew there was a big eater among them.

It obviously could not be that scrawny William.

Besides, no one knew a daughter better than her mother. She knew exactly when her daughter, who rarely cared much about what she wore, would get nervous.

"Forget that, sweetheart. How's that distant relative of yours doing? Has he arrived on Earth?"

"I only said it as a hypothetical."

Debbie lightly punched Nolan's steel-like chest.

"Hey, we've been married nearly twenty years. Do you think you can hide it from me?"

Meeting Debbie's charming gaze, Nolan chose to continue pretending to be a good husband.

"...Sigh. He has indeed arrived."

"How is he doing? Has he adjusted well here?"

"Not bad. He's attending high school now."

"Really? But honestly, you weren't doing too well at first either."

Though somewhat unconvinced, Nolan chose to admit it.

God knew how many times, when he had first come to Earth and started dating Debbie, he had tried to solve troublesome people with a knife-hand strike.

People cutting in line, causing trouble, getting drunk...

"I admit it. That kid is much better at this than I was."

"Does he have a stable place to stay now? That isn't easy anywhere. Why not have him stay with us?"

At that instant, the old man radar spun faster than light.

"Uh, Debbie, he's a man."

"But didn't you say everyone on your home planet was like you? Kind, gentle, considerate. I don't see a problem."

Kind, gentle, considerate? Where?

At the mention of it, Nolan's face and lower ribs began to ache phantomly. His mind was filled with the sight of Leon, wearing that calm expression, charging at him.

In Nolan's eyes, Leon's style was harsh even among Viltrumites. When taking hits, he preferred trading damage over defending.

But strangely, he also liked making quips.

Among all the fighting talk that sounded like, "I'll use your skull as a cup to drink water," he was Viltrum's Charlie Chaplin.

Nolan had no idea where he had learned it.

But no matter how decent he is, I won't let Marcia get close to a Viltrumite. What if he fails to keep up the act and exposes himself?

This was a consideration based on loyalty to the Empire, to ensure the mission proceeded smoothly.

But then again, constantly showing resistance would invite suspicion. It definitely was not because he could not bear to refuse his wife's request.

Nolan finally gave in.

"Anyway, I'll think about it. Maybe I'll bring him over sometime."

"Then I'll have to get ready."

Before leaving, Nolan hugged Debbie and kissed her again and again.

To some extent, he still had to thank that kid Leon. After their conversation on Mars, Nolan had gradually begun relating it to himself after returning home.

He had talked with his daughter about superpowers, and their relationship had improved quite a bit.

He wondered whether Leon had put the things he taught him to use.

Hopefully, they would help. But living in their house was out of the question.

As long as Nolan was alive, he would never allow such a thing.

In her room, which had been thoroughly refreshed, Marcia looked at herself in the mirror.

She had a pretty face that closely resembled her mother's, but her brows carried the heroic air she had inherited from her father.

"This should be fine, right?"

She bent at the waist, lifted one heel, and examined her outfit.

A camisole underneath, a shirt over it, and loose lounge pants.

According to Amber, this would flatter her figure without looking deliberate. After all, they were holding a study session at home.

Then she sent a selfie to the group chat with the other three girls.

[Amber: Gorgeous, girl. I bet even if Leon is clueless in that regard, he won't be able to walk once he sees you.]

[Marcia: Who said I'm doing this for him? I just want to show my guests my best side, like before.]

[Eve: I believe you, baby.]

[Eve: I just don't know who it was that opened the door for us in nothing but underwear when the two of us visited last time.]

[Amber: That reminds me, why not just do that?]

[Marcia: Hey!]

With a flushed face, Marcia tossed her phone onto the bed and continued checking her outfit.

Recently, she had met a boy at school who had transferred in.

Their first encounter had been exciting.

In an instant, he had grabbed the guy who always secretly glanced at them from the corners of his eyes by the throat.

But he had not actually hit him. With just a few words, he had scared the guy away.

Perhaps because of her superhero father's influence, Marcia had a desire for strength that remained within the bounds of order when it came to choosing a partner.

In plain terms, strength without using it recklessly.

And Leon fit that preference perfectly.

His temperament also suited her taste: steady and calm, as though everything was under his control and any trouble could be handled with one hand.

He was the kind of man who made people feel safe. The moment he stood there, all those ghosts and goblins from before disappeared without a trace.

Yet he did not have the dull, boring quality she disliked.

Marcia thought her father would probably like Leon.

It was just that, on rare occasions, he spoke strangely, like a soldier.

"This is something my superior taught me..."

"According to my superior's advice..."

Anyone who did not know better would think he was some retired Navy SEALs king of soldiers, the kind who started killing the moment trouble arose and could star in at least a trilogy.