Before the Instant Death manga readers start to get technical with all this shit, he is just killing things and people. I don't plan on him being restricted in any sort of way. If he wants it dead, it is dead.
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In the vast chambers of the Viltrumite science room, a lone figure was seen in a capsule of some-sort.
The opaque windows and the glistening white room seemed to add a mysterious type of glow to the building. But that didn't seem to affect the creature–no the thing in that chamber. The glowing green liquid surrounding it seemed to bounce off him like two magnets of the same side.
Two figures stood observing him with numerous amounts of scientific equipment stacked adjacent to them, each monitoring that creature inside of the chamber.
"He seems to have stabilised," one of the Viltrumites said to the other.
"I believe so too, his heart rate is stabilising and his brain seems active as well," the other Viltrumite replied. (A/N: I know nothing about the medical field so just bare with me if you are a medical student)
"So Grand Regent Thragg will finally have his killing machine."
"We just need to add these control features into his body before he wakes!–" the Viltrumite was about to implant the controls but was briefly cut off when the stats on him suddenly spiked up.
The perfect black hair with a singular blue stripe opposite to each other, beautiful glowing brown eyes and a decent physique.
With a deafening scream the creature seemed to struggle to get out before screaming a singular world….
*UNKNOWN POV*
*FlashBack*
As soon as I realized I had died and saw two people who looked strangely like Viltrumites from a comic I had recently finished, I knew something was wrong.
There was no way in hell I was going to be allowed to be some test subject for some psychotic, battle hungry, alien race.
Usually, some people might have a few panic attacks on how they landed themselves here. Or even struggle to realize where they were but I had long since accepted that I was dead.
Getting involved in business that didn't include you was a wrong decision. I didn't grow up in a house that was fucked up, wanting to become some sort of gangsta was clearly a wrong decision but I had gone way to far to go back.
I grew up in a good neighborhood and with good friends and parents, but as soon as I entered high-school I knew that something had to change with me. I saw multiple children being bullied by these so-called gangstas and obviously I saw this and knew that I couldn't be bullied on this big stage.
Slowly but surely, I started to change. My calm and reasonable behaviour became more rough and I was seen around with these gangstas. Truth be told, I wasn't totally into the whole thing but I had gone way too far to come back. My parents were at first shocked at why I was getting so many detentions, my first thought was that I was settling into the school and some of the rules I hadn't gotten used to. But that lie wasn't able to be pushed through to my second year.(A/N: Based on a true story, my friend was really a good kid til' bro saw the huzz in high-school and started acting all gangsta 😭 We still good friends tho)
But even so, that didn't mean that I wasn't going to keep some of the things that I had been watching and doing my entire life, keeping them hidden was the only option.
"To be honest man, I just wanted to look cool," I muttered to myself.
The latest season of Invincible had just come out and I was super hyped for it, as to why I noticed they were Viltrumites so early. Apparently, there were supposed to be 8 seasons of that gold.
A gun-shot straight to the head didn't leave me with no hope of surviving and living to tell the tale in that world. But strangely enough, I was a big comic, manga, anime, manhwa fan. I mean come on even gangsta's have their own little secrets. So I did have a little bit of hope of where I was ending up.
"Fuck why am I so calm in this situation… I'm going to fucking die or end up as a guinea pig for these battle-maniacs!" I screamed at myself.
It's crazy how I only just realized the situation I was in after like three minutes of useless thoughts about how my life went through. That type of stuff usually happens before you die so it was a bit weird.
Yet again I'm going off topic. I need to gauge my situation. Two aliens of a race known for battle are using me for an experiment when I literally just entered this world. I'm stuck in a chamber with no way to get out and I'm probably going to be used as some kind of punching bag.
"NO THIS CAN'T BE THE END OF MY STORY I JUST MOTHERFUCKING GOT HERE!!!" with a deafening scream I pounded against the chamber.
I tried banging against the glass but it seemed to be reinforced with fucking vibranium.
That's when I realized I was cooked.
Even so, that didn't stop me from being a dick and being a bad patient. But this fucking glass. Why couldn't it just…
"DIE!"
As soon as I screamed that, the glass seemed not to be there and it let me through.
"Conqueror's haki?" I joked to myself. This wasn't the time for jokes, slapping my face I readied myself for a beat down.
"If you think we are letting you go after the amount of time we spent building you, you are in for a big surprise!" one of the Viltrumites said.
"Yeah, what he said!" the other one said like a good right hand man.
"Aw hell naw! Why don't you guys go kill yourself and… s-suck your mothers!" I screamed out.
For a Viltrumite to have said a long time it must have been like centuries or something, because I know these guys have got all the time in the flipping world– no fucking universe. These motherfuckers spend all their time conquering planets and are doing pretty well so leave me the fuck out of it.
There was also a chance I was part Viltrumite meaning that I could possibly be part of their little urna clan.
"Aw hell naw! Why don't you guys go kill yourself and… s-suck your mothers or something!" I screamed out. Some of the language I had inhabited from my time being a sort of gangsta was still there.
But as soon as I screamed that out, the world seemed to go up-side down and the Viltrumites dropped to the ground.
"What the fuck was that?" I said to myself (in my brain).
"Instant death," a voice in my head said.
"Wow this journey gets wilder and wilder everytime," I sighed, not even surprised that there was some random dude in my brain.
My isekai journey, starting with me inside of the planet of some alien conquering weirdos who spent centuries building me. And later on a fucking voice inside of my head which seems to be able to listen to my thoughts.
"Lucky me," I grumbled.
But that does make me wonder if he knows anything about what I did.
"Wait… what else do you know about my abilities?" I asked.
"It's pretty simple actually, you can just kill anything, whether that be Viltrumites, humans or even inanimate objects like you did with that glass," the mysterious figure explained.
"That's pretty neat.. I died and gained the pleasure of blessing everyone else with death," I muttered to myself.
I wanted to ask more questions but staying focused was a must, most of my life I was pretty unserious. The only reason for this was my mind-set, if I die, I die and nothing is going to save me. Mostly because if the opps catch me lacking then I would most likely die.
Though I wouldn't deliberately try to die, putting too much effort into surviving seemed like too much of a bother, in my head it wasn't a bad thing in fact it was the opposite, it allowed me to live free and happy without the constant threat of certain activities being too dangerous and whatnot. My parents weren't too happy with me though, I was a broke, j*bless bum. (The word j*b makes me scared )
I was going off topic, "How do I get off Viltrum?" I was sure that the voice in my head knew the answer.
" Why in such a rush? If you want to survive then just kill the Viltrumites," it replied back.
"And kill off the main timeline? You must be dumb if you think that I'm not watching this whole ordeal with my own two eyes," I said with a big smile on my face.
Two seconds inside of this pathetic universe and I was already the strongest being.
Going off canon wasn't an issue or something I was afraid of, but where was the fun in seeing all the Viltrumites dead. After all, who wants to see a boring story? But who wants to the same fucked up original story.
I'm a firm believer that a tale should only be told once. (A/N: Trust this is a cold quote, you webnovel fans better not be on my dih for it)
"Just think that the space between Viltrum and Earth is too far, tell it to die!" he advised.
Pretty firm and good advice: this ability essentially had infinite options, you just had to be creative with it.
"Is that it? So I pretty much have the ability to do anything I want?"
He didn't reply so I guessed the answer must have been yes. The universe has trusted me with too much power. I was anything but responsible, so of course I wouldn't use them responsibly. I would do what I like and anyone who stood in the way could die.
"I sound so corny," I chuckled to myself.
"I fucking hate how long it would take me to reach Earth, fucking die so I can get to earth!" I sounded so cocky but would you be humble after becoming a God?
"Ok ok… maybe I'm doing too much," I sighed with a bit of a grin on my face. My life was looking up.
Earth looked like a jungle compared to Viltrum albeit that I only saw the buildings from outside a window.
"But hey, the Earth is a starter planet for all!" I grinned. I couldn't wait to get my hands on some comics and some other interesting essentials. Lotion and tissue just being one of them. Oh, I couldn't forget the manga and manhwas as well.
"Gooner," the voice said.
I chuckled a bit, I was just joking… right?
Back to business, I didn't want to be bored and just be that guy who watched what Invincible was doing and just follow him around to see him beat up a bunch of weirdos.
That would be so boring, unless I sent him a bunch of individuals who he can't beat. Unfortunately, I can't think of any way to make villains.
So that idea was out of the table, I didn't really have any other ideas since going to fight invincible would end in a sure victory.
"Mann this ability is too broken not a single being on earth would be able to fight me," I sighed.
"Why are you so desperate for a fight? Mind your own business and if anyone tries to fight you kill them," the voice said.
"Pure words of wisdom, but aren't main characters like me supposed to be able to love fighting and whatnot," I replied back.
"So you're a follower."
I mean, what he said was correct. Thinking already of becoming a villain while I didn't even have bread(A/N: Slang for money) was crazy.
But it was too much effort to make moolah(money) the legal way. I needed a quick way to make some bank. Robbing a bank was nice but it was too used nowadays. I mean anyone with a gun and some firepower could rob a bank.
A pretty stupid reason to not do it but I wanted something that was much more stable and important.
Like taking over an entire underground empire… Or some corrupt leadership under someone who had a lot of money that I can use to buy some comics and other essentials. Someone unjust… Someone cruel… Someone important but unknown… Someone with a lot of status… Someone the public doesn't know… Someone who plays the mastermind… Someone who wears shoes instead of socks… Someone who isn't gay enough…Someone who didn't eat pancakes for breakfast… Someone psychotic… Someone ruining the American economy… Someone who should be deported… Someone with a lot of money… Someone who controlled civilians.
Someone like MachineHead.
A perfect victim if I have to say so myself.