Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake? Chapter 39

"Hmm... I could go volunteer to plant trees in that forest. I'm super fast at that kind of work."

I knew I couldn't trust this guy.

Cecil covered his head while Leon spread his hands and said:

"But no matter what, compared to an unknown threat, isn't a threat where you can still see the ceiling, however vast the gap, better?"

"You're right about that, kid."

In the end, the Global Defense Agency still failed to get any useful answers.

But Leon could imagine that they were already working around the clock to study the video and devise all sorts of countermeasures.

That would benefit him when he faced the old man later.

As for Nolan, before Leon left, he was still being condemned by the mother and daughter.

It was quite the happy family scene.

But Leon still felt that the Nolan of this world would not abandon his mission.

No matter how gentle his wife was or how adorable his daughter was, twenty brief years could not compete with nearly a thousand years spent serving the Empire.

Nolan was trying to find a balance between the two, but the moment Marcia awakened, he would realize there was no balance to be found.

Then, he would use the most extreme method to force himself into action.

Besides fighting Nolan to grow stronger and grinding his Adaptation's resistance to attacks to the limit,

Leon had also figured out the timing.

He could already restrain Nolan now. If he made a trip to a few more worlds, his chances of winning might become even greater.

That day, when Leon once again headed into space for his daily mission, a group message popped up.

[Kansas Farm Boy: @Viltrumite Honor Student I think I need your help. My fellow natives from my home planet seem to be on their way.]

A Man's Strength Changes Viltrum's Reputation ### Things in the group had been relatively peaceful lately. No one had started a main storyline, and everyone was quietly building themselves up.

Itadori was still practicing his punches. He had heard Satoru Gojo mention something called Black Flash, and felt it suited someone like him who had no cursed technique, so he was working hard at it.

The most sinister kind of guy, the Black Elbow Brother who used critical-hit effects like a cursed technique, was on his way.

Amiya was traveling with the Doctor. Under Ascalon's escort, they were about to pass through Rim Billiton.

She was probably talented. With the Doctor's help, she was rapidly improving her control over the Black Crown.

As for Ritsuka Fujimaru, she was recovering memories from her previous life.

From her fragmented descriptions, Leon had reason to suspect that she was a Master who had already cleared the game.

With the unbreakable bonds she shared with Heroic Spirits, her use of [Spirit Origin Attachment] was like some high-spec male god.

The sword strike in her selfie video already carried a bit of King Hassan's flavor.

What was more, having realized this, Ritsuka was trying to see whether she could absorb some male god understanding through [Spirit Origin Attachment] to strengthen herself.

If the next battle involved the world's number one Archer, he was probably in for trouble.

As for Neos, the Unification Wars were imminent on his side, and the gears of humanity's fate were about to begin turning.

Let us wish him luck once more.

And now, Clark's request had finally arrived before Leon.

[Kansas Farm Boy: @Viltrumite Honor Student I think I need your help. My fellow natives from my home planet seem to be on their way.]

General Zod?

Leon thought about it. The only fellow native from his home planet who could make Clark seek help had to be him, right?

To make the situation clear, Superman attached a screenshot from the Fortress of Solitude.

Leon was very familiar with the place in the image. It was Mars.

The key was the spacecraft at the center of the image, shaped like a cone as a whole, with three support legs narrowing beneath it.

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: Is that a spaceship from your planet? Good thing your image is clear enough. Its structure looks like a laser drilling rig.

But I'm guessing it isn't that simple. Given your home planet's level of technology, it could be a planetary terraforming device.]

[West China Tiger: Are we fighting that thing this time? That's quite a leap.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil Human: It somehow reminds me of something unpleasant... Something from outer space. At least it only has three legs.]

[Spicy Donkey Head: The Doctor said that among the things we're looking for next, there are planetary terraforming tools too.]

[Viltrumite Honor Student: Tell me about it, Clark.]

Leon found the thing rather familiar, but Clark's trajectory had already diverged far from the movies he knew.

Clark's request was for Leon to remain in his world until he could determine whether his fellow natives were friend or foe, just in case.

The points Clark possessed were enough to let Leon stay there freely for quite a long time.

Leon readily agreed. He had long wanted to test himself against a Kryptonian.

[Combat Mission—Group member Clark Kent is facing a potential threat from his fellow natives, along with other related consequences.

He hopes to resolve the matter as soon as possible and prevent it from affecting those around him.]

[Mission Requirements: Ensure Clark Kent survives and defeat all enemies.

Mission Time Limit: 7 days. Participating Group Members: 0/1]

After glancing over the information, he tapped the participate button.

Kent Farm, Kansas.

The setting sun made the emerald cornfields shimmer like an ocean.

At the point where heaven and earth met, blurred by the fading sunlight, a straight line was approaching.

Clark carried a haystack dozens of meters high on his shoulders. The precarious pile did not drop even a single strand under the influence of his bio-field.

He stopped beside the barn and moved it inside bit by bit.

A hand reached out from behind him, and Martha knocked him on the head.

"Clark, I told you that you can't use your superpowers to slack off."

"You should listen to your mother, or there won't be any dinner for you tonight."

Jonathan, who had just driven the tractor over, chimed in.

Clark sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and explained:

"But Mom, Dad, I have a friend coming today. It's about time."

"Lois? Didn't Clark's sweetheart just come by?"

Clark shook his head.

"No, someone like me."

"Is it a new friend you met at the Daily Planet?"

Martha had only just asked when she realized the true meaning behind her son's words.

"You mean someone who can truly understand what you're going through."

When Clark nodded, her eyes filled with tears as she hugged that body of steel.

She knew far too well how much her son had suffered over the years. His differences from ordinary people sometimes made others see him as a freak at school.

And after growing up and forming his own opinions, a tremendous loneliness had swept over him, causing him to wander for a time.

Jonathan then stepped forward and joined the embrace.

"It seems that after finding out about his origins, our boy also found himself a good friend."

Clark introduced him excitedly.

"Like me, he came from another planet. Like me, he can fly and fight. But we both treat Earth as home. It's just that he only came here after becoming an adult."

An adult? That was not good news.

One of the greatest masters of raising superhumans, one of the creators of the DC Universe's little sun.

Jonathan Kent had his own methods for teaching children how to live with their differences.

And because of that, he knew all too well how many wrong turns could be taken along the way.

The restraints that might make ordinary children hesitate could be crushed like speed bumps by superhumans.

And if someone grew up in a world where they could use their power without restraint, what kind of monster would they become once their personality solidified at eighteen?

Jonathan did not dare imagine it, but his Clark would never become like that.

Yet when he saw the sparkle in his son's eyes, he began to think again.

Perhaps he could trust his son's judgment. Why couldn't a sincere heart attract someone equally sincere?

Maybe the other person came from somewhere with extremely high moral standards and countless restraints on power.

As he pondered, the sun was about to set.

"Good evening, Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent, and Clark."

A voice came from the sky.

Looking up, they saw a young man in a white bodysuit slowly descending.

He had the sort of handsome face that naturally made people like him, and he immediately began looking around the farm.

"I've wanted to see your farm for a long time. I didn't expect it to be this large. You must have put a great deal of effort into it."

Good heavens, he approved of the farm. He had to be a good person!

Jonathan reached out and shook Leon's hand.

"I'm Clark's father. I'm very happy my son made a friend as well-mannered as you."

Leon's brows furrowed slightly. He had reason to suspect that if he kept traveling like this,

every universe would one day sing of Viltrum as a land of etiquette and civilization.

Please, no. For a Viltrum hater like me, how would that be any different from killing me?

After briefly dealing with the Kents,

Leon watched their backs as they went to prepare dinner and said to Clark:

"There isn't much time. Your fellow natives could arrive at any moment, and when it comes to something like this, we need to gather as much strength as possible."

At that moment, only one name was in his mind:

"Like Batman."

Do You Think I'm the Right Age? ### Mars orbit.

Inside the spacecraft, General Zod reached out and grasped the planet formed from the liquid display.

"Finally, I've found you. My Life Codex, my Earth, my new Krypton."

The resolute man's eyes were filled with tears at that moment.

How deeply he loved his homeland.

To save Krypton from destruction, he had defied the council and raised an army in rebellion, only to be sealed inside the Phantom Zone.

Yet he had not lost heart. He only wanted to endure until the time came to fight for his homeland once more.

Who could have imagined that the day they emerged would be the day Krypton was destroyed?

"Ugh..."

Thinking of this, Zod covered his head in regret.