Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

Just as the battle was about to erupt, Debbie's voice sounded from behind them.

"Dear, is everything all right? What do you think of this boy?"

At some point, she had appeared in the doorway as well, her right hand resting lightly on Nolan's shoulder.

Like she was soothing a feral beast with its hackles raised.

Corn God's power, save me!

Seeing Nolan's rage meter plummet, Leon's Viltrumite socialite instincts kicked in.

He swiftly grabbed Nolan's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grayson."

He had originally wanted to add that his daughter often mentioned him at school, but then he thought of all those boomerangs...

Forget it.

At the same time, he said to Debbie behind him, "Sorry, Mrs. Grayson. Eve and I had something to take care of and had to go out for a while."

He sniffed, his face full of anticipation. "It smells amazing. I can't wait to try your cooking."

"This child has such a sweet mouth. Don't you think so, Nolan?"

Debbie leaned closer to her husband and whispered, "Don't scare him. He's just a kid."

The problem was, this "kid" you were talking about had received eighteen years of Viltrumite education. He was an honor student even Craig acknowledged, and he had more lives on his hands than anyone could count.

And a few days ago, on Mars, he had punched me in the face several times.

Dear, back then you were still asking what kind of vicious villain could have beaten me up like that.

"Haa..."

Nolan took a deep breath and forced down his anger.

"You're right, Debbie. He really is a good kid. I'm sure he must have grown up in a fine family."

He warmly shook Leon's hand in return. He did not use much force, but Leon's fingers let out a mournful cry beneath his grip.

Once his wife was gone, he narrowed his eyes and crushed the Leon reflected within them.

The appreciation, praise, and recognition in space were all things of the past.

Now, he desperately wanted to tear off this little thing's head along with his cervical spine.

No wonder the questions he asked were so easy for me to answer, and I'd been so confident while guiding him.

So he'd been studying my daughter and my family for eighteen years?

Then it makes sense. It all makes sense!

I guarded against Earth brats for eighteen years. I wouldn't let some punk park his flashy car outside my house, yet I let a guy who'd been here less than a month exploit a loophole.

And I was the one who suggested it!

I deserve to die. I actually let this inherently wicked, vile, cunning Viltrumite brat fool me.

They said that, to a father, a blond rival far away and one right under his nose were two entirely different things.

But Viltrumites did not see it that way.

If he was far away, they would fly over at faster-than-light speed and kill him. If he was close by, they would chop him down with a hand strike that surpassed the speed of sound.

Especially when the boyfriend was also a Viltrumite.

Could I not know how high their KD ratios were? How could my daughter be with someone like that?

Nolan was so furious that he could already hear future Leon's cheeky words echoing through the house.

"Old man, I left my battle suit in your washing machine."

Across from him, Leon wore a grave expression.

He felt that this time, he was probably, perhaps, maybe a little doomed.

Getting the blond-rival script was one thing. Simply showing up at the old man's house might still have left room to maneuver.

But when the clueless old man had personally arranged the entire thing, he was definitely getting a hand chop.

He had never expected that this universe had no Corn Debbie, but it did have Invincible Kid.

You despicable parallel universe, you actually deceived my wisdom this way.

Should we still fight? Now? Here?

Leon met Nolan's eyes without the slightest fear. I have Old Gold God's power backing me. At worst, I'll call the Boy Scouts down to help me.

You think I'll avoid your edge?

His wife's words were irrelevant, but Nolan still had to maintain his disguise. He sighed.

"Welcome to my home. Understood?"

"Received, sir."

"I didn't hear that."

"Yes, Mr. Grayson."

Leon flexed the hand that had been squeezed red and sent a message to the chat group.

[Viltrumite Honor Student: @Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God @Kansas Farm Boy Get ready to travel. I might call you over soon.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil Human: Wow, something that can even threaten Brother Leon? Does your world also have a will trying to hunt you down?]

[Spicy Donkey Head: Is there anything I can do?]

Leon briefly explained the situation.

[West China Tiger: Bro, you didn't do something to that girl's daughter, did you...]

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: I can't understand that mentality. If I had a child, I think I would probably remain the same.

In the end, they would be my tools and creations. Who would develop feelings for them?]

[Kansas Farm Boy: He's even stronger than you. I'm not sure whether I can win, but I can take a beating with you.

After all, I can understand how he feels. Lois's father doesn't seem easy to win over either.]

Taking a beating together? You were being modest.

"Leon!"

When he followed Nolan back into the Grayson home, Marcia was the first to greet Leon.

She had finished studying and was now by the couch. Her gaze passed over Nolan as she greeted Leon behind him.

The old man's brows furrowed once.

"Where exactly did you and Eve run off to? You were in such a hurry."

The girl approached Leon and looked him over from head to toe before finally relaxing.

This did not look like the state someone would be in after a lovers' tryst. She could not even smell Eve's perfume on him.

She did not know that Atomic Eve could do such a thing with ease.

Eve, who was at the back of the group, leaned close to Marcia's ear and said, "I didn't steal your food."

"I never said he was mine. Leon is free."

"Then I—"

"No!"

The girls' whispers could not escape Viltrumite hearing. The old man's brows furrowed a second time.

Shaking off the blush from her face, Marcia grabbed Leon, pulled him over, and pressed him onto the couch.

Then she dragged over a bowl of cookies and placed it in front of him.

"Leon, do you want some snacks before my mom finishes cooking?"

Hey, that was where I usually sat, and those were my favorite baked cookies...

The old man's brows furrowed a third time, and his fists clenched again.

Why do I feel like I spared his life, yet he keeps provoking me?

INVINCIBLE (White Letters on a Red Background) ### At the dinner table, Leon reflected on his social skills.

Could it be that his friends actually hated him and had long wanted him dead?

And could Marcia's affection for him have been nothing but his own delusion? Otherwise, why would this be happening—

"Leon, try this. It's my mom's specialty."

Marcia put another serving of roasted ribs into his bowl. He wondered whether he should change his approach.

But even a moment of hesitation made the chill coming from Nolan grow stronger.

Leon could only obediently eat it.

Still, he had to admit that it tasted great. If Marcia could cook too, eating this every day in the future would not be bad at all.

This was when he understood why blond rivals were blond rivals. Viltrumite emotional intelligence charged forward without hesitation.

"Not bad. I'd like to eat food like this every day too."

"I knew you'd like it! You can come over whenever you want."

The instant his daughter's smile bloomed and Nolan's brows relaxed, the coldness surged again.

There was no way to soothe this fur anymore.

At the same time, the three classmates were helping out over at Mrs. Grayson's side.

They tried to leave Leon with a good impression in her eyes, and it worked very well on Debbie.

Those amusing stories always reminded her of Nolan when he had been younger.

Awkward yet sincere, with a slightly strange sense of humor. What a wonderful child.

So every now and then, she would nudge her husband, telling him not to keep such a cold face and to smile along with them.

The more satisfied Debbie looked, the stronger the killing intent in Nolan's eyes became.

Leon saw all of it. He looked around the room with emotion.

I don't understand.

This should have been a warm little home, with a table full of delicious food.

The first time visiting a classmate's house, studying together, improving together—that vibrant realm where all things flourished had still been right before my eyes.

How had this place, in just a few short hours, transformed into my burial ground?

Then Leon lowered his head and continued eating.

After dinner, away from the children happily playing in the living room,

Debbie pulled Nolan aside and looked at him in confusion.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? Didn't we agree that you would accept this?"

She glanced toward the living room, where Marcia was laughing happily beside Leon.

"At the very least, you shouldn't give a guest such a cold reception."

"I..."

Nolan scratched at his graying temples, looking troubled.