Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil Human: How about I give it a try?]

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: My world is somewhat unusual. I'm not sure whether my crossing over would draw the attention of certain malicious entities.

So I've chosen to provide off-site assistance. Any knowledge-based aid you can think of—I'm confident I can provide it.]

Clark was deeply moved. He really had come to a good place.

So he typed:

[Kansas Farm Boy: Let me go. When it comes to strength, I'm no less confident than Mr. Neos.]

What a stirring moment. It was also a scene worthy of being recorded among the chat group's highlights.

The first mission to rescue a group member, with everyone eagerly volunteering...

It was just a pity that Leon had already pressed the accept button.

[Group member Viltrumite Honor Student has accepted the mission. Establishing a connection between two worlds...]

[Viltrumite Honor Student: @All Members I'll probably need medical advice over there. Be ready.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil Human: ?]

[Kansas Farm Boy: ?]

[West China Tiger: ?] +1

[Viltrumite Honor Student: Snooze and you lose, friends.]

After Leon finished typing with a smile, the city's nightscape stretched backward before his eyes, and then he vanished from where he stood.

At the same time, the white-haired woman—the Doctor—was doing her utmost to pry apart the metal slab and reach farther toward Amiya.

"Child, can you hear me? Wake up!"

She had never expected that, after sleeping for ten thousand years, she would be awakened by her own little cat. She had planned to take a look around, clear her head while learning about this new world.

Yet before she had gone far, she ran into Sarkaz robbing a convoy—one transporting laser modules to Babel.

Then, in a moment of reckless impulse, she had rushed in to save them.

That had been rash. The attackers had not gone far, and they had noticed her.

After the sound of tires died away, the Doctor could hear footsteps approaching her. More than one pair.

She glanced at the small knife at her waist. Could I beat a Sarkaz?

Just as she was considering a way out, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she looked over.

There, she saw—

Under the sun, a small figure stood in the sky, with perfectly proportioned physique and a battle skirt of classical beauty.

Like a god descending upon the world.

Speed Bump? More Like a Speed Bump

The Doctor blinked, and that figure vanished again.

An illusion?

But she had no time to pursue the matter. When she turned around, she met the gaze of the Sarkaz behind her.

Looking at the burly, horned man—especially the Warhammer in his hand, larger than her head—she gave up on fighting back.

The image of a pink-haired Sarkaz flashed through her mind, and she took a gamble.

"Wait. I came from Babel. I've met your Lady Theresa."

Sure enough, the other party froze after a brief pause.

"Looks like I misunderstood."

The Sarkaz nodded, and the Doctor nodded repeatedly.

But in the next instant, the Sarkaz's face darkened as he raised his free hand.

"I thought you were an Aegir, but you're an Aegir who bewitched Her Highness too. You're no ordinary outsider anymore. Take her away and kill her slowly!"

"Her Highness has betrayed me!"

The Doctor raised her arms to defend herself, but the fist never came down.

At some point, Leon had descended from the sky and arrived behind the Sarkaz.

After assessing the rescue target's situation, he pressed his left hand against the Sarkaz's lumbar spine.

The Sarkaz shuddered at first. Once he felt the hand's solid touch, though, he sneered.

"Where did this lunatic come from? You dare play hero without bringing anything hard? Don't tell me you think you can use your hand—"

The Sarkaz immediately lost the ability to speak.

First, he felt a wave of warmth spread across his lower back. Then he discovered, to his horror, that the hand had truly passed through his muscles as if through butter.

Amid the wail of his flesh, Leon grasped his spinal bone and squeezed!

"Urghhh—"

As the Sarkaz screamed, Leon's right hand had already turned into a blade.

"Too noisy."

A nearly transparent white afterimage swept across the man's neck. A line of blood slowly appeared, and his head hung by a thread.

Leon frowned at the sight.

If it fell, it seemed like it would roll over to Amiya...

In the interest of protecting a child's mental health, he caught the Sarkaz's head and turned toward the remaining attackers.

His appearance and sudden outburst had effectively brought the scene under control.

It was just that he seemed to have forgotten about the Doctor beside him.

For the second time, the white-haired woman met a Sarkaz's gaze. Only this time, the Sarkaz had nothing left but his head.

Sarkaz were physically formidable, yet he had dealt with one using only his hands...

Could this be some Originium Arts she did not know about? She had only just awakened, so it was perfectly normal for her not to understand this world yet.

That was how the Doctor explained it to herself, and the attackers did the same.

They prayed that Leon was actually a Wendigo without a skull, or a Blood Demon whose ears had been cut off.

So he was a noble member of the Royal Court. Then it was no surprise he was this powerful!

Amid the stifling atmosphere, Leon finally spoke.

He looked toward the Sarkaz leader at the front of the formation, his eyes turning cold.

"You people don't seem to understand. The children in our group are not for you to bully."

He did not even give them a chance to make threats. In a flash, he appeared before the heavily armored enemy at the front.

He raised the head in his hand and forcibly pressed it into the man's helmet, giving them a literal face-to-face encounter.

The crushingly brutal kill intimidated everyone.

Just as the subordinates wavered and prepared to retreat, the leader stopped them.

"Don't panic! Ice spikes, fireballs, anything! He can't possibly be—"

INVINCIBLE (gray text on white background)

Yet reality went against their wishes. Originium Arts, crossbow bolts, blades—countless attacks descended upon him.

But Leon merely floated there with his hands behind his back, taking them head-on.

When the smoke cleared, not even the corner of his clothes was dirty.

This also gave him a rough grasp of Terra's combat level.

At a glance, the average Sarkaz possessed physical attributes far superior to those of humans, and their weapon materials were exceptional as well.

So, conservatively speaking, a top-tier Sarkaz swordsman might be able to cut his clothes.

With certain Arts, perhaps they could even leave a mark?

What difference was there between that and being able to kill him? They could not be underestimated.

Unfortunately, Leon had wanted to see whether there were other Originium Arts, but this group had already lost its will to fight.

Looking at the Sarkaz standing there blankly with broken blades in hand, he said:

"Then it's my turn."

Before terror could rise in their eyes, he killed them all.

Only the leader, filled with boundless grief after witnessing everything, still charged Leon with his blade raised.

"For Many Souls!"

Leon passed through the weapon without obstruction and crushed the man's head.

"Commendable courage."

Leaving behind that praise, he shook the blood from his hand.

With a burst of air, he vanished from the spot. The sand and dust he kicked up merged into the gale like a river.

When the dust settled, the ground was spotless, a scene entirely suitable for children.

At that moment, the Doctor could no longer comprehend what she had just witnessed. But the man responsible for it all had already floated toward her.

She swallowed and tried her best not to take even a single step back.

Yet the first thing he asked about was the child.

"You look like an intelligent person. Judging by the structure here, would directly removing the rubble above cause secondary injuries?"

At the same time, Leon reported that all was well in the chat group.

[Viltrumite Honor Student: @All Members The danger has been eliminated. Help me figure out how to dismantle this pile of stuff.]

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: Let me see.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil Human: Mr. Leon is that efficient? This reminds me of an acquaintance... who was it again? Strange.]

[West China Tiger: @Spicy Donkey Head How are you doing?]

[Viltrumite Honor Student: Her vital signs are stable. She was just hit too hard and has passed out.]

[Kansas Farm Boy: Um... dismantle it like this?]

Leon ignored this cheater with a biofield, but the Emperor and the Doctor both gave affirmative replies in the end.

After having the Doctor monitor Amiya's condition below, he felt around and found a point to exert force.

Dust cascaded down like a waterfall as he effortlessly lifted the massive metal structure.

He just lifted it? But I had just...

The Doctor was stunned for a moment, but quickly calmed down. Her brain, precise as an instrument, calculated everything that had happened.

To deal with Sarkaz barehanded like that, the physical strength required was... all right, she still had not escaped her old assumptions. To him, this weight was no different from a feather.

"Ma'am?"

Hearing Leon's voice, the Doctor cast aside her stray thoughts and stepped forward to examine Amiya and her family.

Her gaze swept over the crystals on the girl's right hand.

Then it moved to her parents' violently heaving chests, and the black stones growing there as well.

She delivered her judgment gravely.

"This child's life is not in danger, but she has contracted Oripathy. As for her parents..."

"If that speed of yours can carry people, then I ask you to send their family to Babel. At least that way, they can see each other one last time."

The Doctor's pleading gaze collided with Leon's seeming lifelong indifference.

For a weak woman who had witnessed what had just happened, that took considerable courage.

After confirming it with the Emperor once more, Leon nodded.