Sparta

Sparta

[The protagonist is a transmigrator, but had not watched Invincible before transmigrating. After all, Invincible is a relatively niche comic and animation in China, so there are many things he cannot do to change the plot.]

[Please note that blood, violence, and other such passages will appear in the book. This is normal; if you feel uncomfortable, please skip sections or chapters.]

[This book does not use AI tools. If there are typos, please tag me to modify them in time.]

Viltrumite Empire.

Sparta stood in the dueling arena, his chest heaving violently and his breathing growing rapid.

Simply because.

Today he had just turned eighteen, and next he was about to face the... impending coming-of-age trial.

The Viltrumite Empire had an ironclad rule: every adult Viltrumite had to undergo a strength assessment by their parents.

During the assessment, the adult had to win the approval of either their father or mother in a two-on-one situation, and only then would the assessment end.

Yet if he failed to gain approval, then the parents killing the adult with their own hands during the assessment would likewise go unpunished.

Having heard this news years ago, Sparta had not dared slack off for even a single second, working hard every day to improve his strength out of the sheer terror of dying on the day of his coming-of-age trial.

Years of harsh training had nearly cost him his life.

Although his strength had grown immensely, he still could not suppress the tension and unease deep in his heart.

Sparta let out a heavy breath, lowered his head to look at his hands, and thought to himself.

From the time I transmigrated until now, eighteen years have already passed without me noticing.

That was right, he was a transmigrator from Earth. Unlike typical novels, his method of transmigration was somewhat abstract.

Because he lit a cigarette while going to the toilet, causing a methane explosion, the moment he closed and opened his eyes, he had appeared on this planet.

From the beginning until now, he had lived under the name Sparta.

To be honest, he thoroughly disliked life here, disliked the people here, disliked the laws here even more, and even despised his parents to an abnormal degree.

Every Viltrumite here was repressed; they lacked emotion, acting just like talking blocks of wood.

Just as Sparta was letting his mind wander, a man and a woman flew in from afar and landed in the dueling arena.

They wore white tight-fitting combat suits, with the emblem representing the Viltrumite Empire printed dead-center on their chests.

The middle-aged man had a mustache beneath his nose, streaks of white in his black hair, and an expression that remained stern at all times.

The middle-aged woman had shoulder-length short hair, her arms crossed as she swept her gaze over Sparta with undisguised disgust.

The two of them were Sparta's parents.

Eric, Zoe.

Seeming to notice the anomaly beside him, Eric cast a cold glance toward Zoe at his side.

Conversely, Sparta stood not far in front of the two of them, quietly watching this scene play out.

There was actually a reason for Zoe's disgust.

Eighteen years ago, Eric had defeated Zoe and then forcefully engaged in a certain act with her, which was how she gave birth to him.

Not only did his mother Zoe detest him, but she equally detested his father Eric.

Although this sounded absurd, in the Viltrumite Empire it was a very normal and commonplace occurrence.

The strong could freely dominate the weak, even when it came to something like bearing children.

Eric withdrew his gaze from Zoe, first looked Sparta up and down, and then spoke. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Without any superfluous chatter, Eric instantly switched to his battle face, clenched his fists tightly, and pulled his right leg half a step back, striking the fighting stance that practically all Viltrumites used.

Sparta likewise assumed a fighting stance, staring intently at Eric to maintain the highest state of focus.

Three seconds later.

"Begin."

Along with Eric's voice falling, Zoe made the first move, her entire figure vanishing from her original spot.

A whistling wind suddenly arose to Sparta's left, and he instinctively raised his left arm to block.

His left forearm collided with Zoe's whipping kick, producing a muffled sound.

"Bang!"

An invisible shockwave erupted between the two of them.

Sparta felt a slight jolt of pain and was swept back several meters by the whipping kick, his shoe soles gouging two trenches into the ground. Before he could steady his footing, Eric appeared at his side and struck him squarely in the face with a punch.

Sparta was knocked flying to the ground, tumbling over a dozen times before stopping.

"Cough, cough."

He climbed to his feet, using the back of his hand to wipe away a small amount of blood flowing from his nostrils.

Unlike what he had imagined, although he had been beaten until he bled, it did not hurt too much; everything was within an acceptable range.

"If this is all the power you have, then your only path is to be executed by us."

Eric frowned, displeasure stirring deep within his heart.

"Again, I'm fine."

Sparta gripped his fists anew, resolving from this moment on to fight with the determination to kill Eric and Zoe.

"Hmph."

Eric let out a cold snort as a ring of sonic boom appeared out of thin air beneath his feet, and he raised his fist to charge at Sparta.

Faced with the menacing punch, Sparta dodged to the side while swiftly throwing a right punch to strike Eric's ribs.

The blow sent Eric stumbling, a flash of imperceptible surprise crossing his eyes.

"A bit interesting, but still not..."

Sparta remained silent, simply stepping forward with his right fist wrapped in the sound of breaking air, landing an uppercut on Eric's chin.

Eric's unfinished words were blocked in his throat, and he was struck so hard his feet left the ground, his body arching backward and hanging suspended in mid-air.

That wasn't the end of it; Sparta quickly raised his left arm, his body bowing slightly as his left fist, like a swinging sledgehammer, smashed into Eric's abdomen.

Eric's body folded into a 'V' shape before he heavily smashed a crater into the ground.

A perfect double strike.

Sparta had no desire to let go of this fine opportunity, so he raised his right leg, adopting the posture of kicking a soccer ball, and aimed a kick at Eric's head.

Next, this strike would be crazy.

"Clap!"

The attack came to an abrupt halt as Sparta's ankle was steadily caught by a large hand.

"Have you made enough of a fuss?!"

Eric let out a roar, swiftly floating upright into a vertical ninety-degree position.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"..."

In that moment Sparta seemed to transform into a weapon, grabbed by the ankle and repeatedly smashed into the ground by Eric.

Each impact sent dust billowing into the air.

After an unknown number of repetitions, Eric finally stopped his movements, holding Sparta high above his head and gazing at him calmly.

By now Sparta's face was enveloped in blood, his arms hanging limp at his sides like a broken toy.

Even in such a miserable state, the corners of his mouth were curling upward.

Because... just thinking about what he was about to do next made him unable to help from smiling.

"It seems you've already accepted the outcome of being executed."

Seeing that the corners of Sparta's mouth were still curling upward, Eric felt puzzled, yet he didn't take it to heart.

In his eyes, this was the outcome.

"Hahahaha!"

Sparta could finally hold back his laughter no longer, laughing out loud.

Heaven leaves no dead end for a man; as long as he wanted to live, methods were plentiful.

Then he clenched his fist and threw a punch.

This time the target of the attack was Eric's... Demon Pill!

Of course Sparta knew this was shameless, but in order to survive, one had to use any means necessary!

"Ah----!!!!!"

Eric's wails echoed across every corner of the dueling arena, the sound desolate and desperate.

He loosened his grip on the ankle, covered his crotch with both hands, and collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

Tears, snot, and saliva flowed from Eric's eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth.

Pain! Far too painful!!

This was a kind of pain that most living creatures could not resist with willpower.

Looking at Eric's miserable state, Sparta instinctively shivered, feeling a phantom pain of his own.

Judging by the other's appearance, he should be unable to fight for a short time, so...

Sparta shifted his gaze toward Zoe, who was watching the show not far away.