From Vulcan's perspective, his life story had been the very definition of an overpowered wish-fulfillment protagonist.
His father vanished, his mother died tragically, and he was raised as a killing weapon. Then he escaped the evil Empire, trained himself, and prepared for revenge.
Broad-shouldered and powerfully built yet handsome, with formidable innate powers, he steamrolled every enemy while showing off and humiliating them—except for the minor boss, Gladiator.
Years later, his divine skills were complete, and he returned from training. By chance, he met his enemy's daughter, and after all sorts of experiences, they became lovers. The two of them fought heaven and earth together, drove away the elder sister-in-law, and prepared to forgive the enemy and take over the Empire.
Su Ming had read countless webnovels like this in his previous life. If the enemy's daughter was a sweet, clueless girl, she would definitely end up with the protagonist.
Anyway, the enemy would conveniently drop dead when the time came, sparing the protagonist any difficult choices. All that remained was to keep enjoying the mindless power fantasy.
Unfortunately, this was the Marvel Universe—more specifically, Earth-40K of a Parallel Universe with the variable known as Deathstroke. Vulcan's flashy journey as an overpowered protagonist ended here.
At that moment, Vulcan resembled a Super Saiyan. His entire body was shrouded in golden flames, energy blazed from his eyes, and he looked like a god.
His fist came hurtling toward Gladiator with indescribable force. He intended to decide the battle in a single blow.
Anyone hit by that punch would have their flesh burst apart on the spot, becoming a frozen heap of trash drifting through space.
But Gladiator seemed like a completely different person from the one who had been fleeing for his life earlier. He tilted his head aside to evade