On the planet Thraxan, in a secret base of the Thraxano empire, several adult men of the Thraxan species were in a somewhat large room, completely dark. These men were all security personnel of the secret base, monitoring the entire area through the surveillance cameras.
At that exact moment, these same men felt incredulity, fear, sadness, and anger. They were watching through the surveillance cameras their own race, friends, and family being massacred by a young boy who appeared to be no older than 12 years old.
Some of these men were grunting in anger, while others were shedding tears, but one feeling prevailed over all the others: fear. Fear of being killed, fear of that boy — no, that demon. That youthful-looking boy had been hit by their strongest terrestrial weapon and seemed to have suffered nothing more than a few scratches.
Everyone's frustration was interrupted when they heard metallic doors opening, sliding to each side. Footsteps could be heard, and along with those footsteps, an elderly and imposing Thraxano appeared, entering. With him, his two loyal guards, not looking very young, followed, holding high-caliber weapons.
Upon seeing the elderly man entering, the Thraxanos who had been lamenting quickly straightened up, wiped the anger off their faces, or dried their tears. Standing in a military posture, they saluted the man loudly: "We salute you, General!"
The general nodded his head and suddenly spoke with his hoarse voice: "I am already aware of what's happening. The boy from another race we've been holding prisoner for generations has suddenly become very powerful and is massacring our best men."
As if thinking about the serious problem that had arisen, the general scratched his chin and continued: "I want you to send all our soldiers after him, delay him as much as possible. I will activate the self-destruct mode of the base."
When the general spoke this, it seemed as if a great weight had fallen on everyone's heads. They were momentarily stunned, everyone except for the general's guards and the general himself. They maintained impassive faces from start to finish, apparently with no trace of love for their own lives.
"General, is such a drastic measure really necessary!? Maybe it won't be necessary, maybe we can co—" one man said in astonishment before being interrupted by the general himself.
"Do you really think that a monster who can survive a laser blast from our most powerful cannon, without suffering almost any scratches, can be stopped!? Have you thought about the consequences of such a creature escaping this base and causing chaos in the empire!?" The general shouted in a serious tone.
All those guards had never seen their general act so rigidly. They didn't want to admit it, but they could feel that even their general was afraid of that evil being in the form of a child. His face appeared impassive, but it was just a large mask he had learned to maintain from his many experiences as a soldier and general. But inside, his heart, or whatever pulsated inside him, was beating rapidly.
"Alright, you all heard the general, send the black code to all areas of the base. Send all the guards to the location!" The leader of the surveillance team ordered his team.
Meanwhile, the general left and informed everyone:
"I'm going now. Keep him occupied as much as possible, I'll head to my office and activate the self-destruct mode. It was a pleasure."
The general waved to his two guards behind him, and immediately the men followed him.
In the cold and narrow hallway where Léo was, at that exact moment, Léo was holding the leader of the small team that had come to attack him by the neck. Around them, Thraxano bodies could be seen — some split in half, others headless, and even some with pierced hearts.
"Take me there, Thraxano," Léo said calmly, sending a chill down the small team's leader's spine.
Desperate, the Thraxano could only agree: "Y-yes, sir!"
After the brief exchange, the sounds of sirens could be heard, along with black lights. Léo didn't pay much attention to it, as the sirens had gone off before — it only meant there would be more guards ahead for him to face, which would be beneficial for his training.
Grabbing the Thraxano by the nape, Léo made him guide the way to where the base leader might be. Along the way, some teams from the secret base attacked Léo, but they were quickly exterminated. Those guards couldn't compare at all to his speed. Léo had the extra task of protecting the leader he held by the neck, but nothing too difficult for him.
"Is this the room?" Léo asked while flying over a dark and wide corridor.
The corridor was completely dark, with only a white metal door about 20 meters high at the front. The door seemed to have the thickness of five brick walls — something totally impenetrable for ordinary people.
The Thraxano nodded with a slight tilt of his head, indicating that this was the location. Léo then tightened the Thraxano's neck slightly while applying more and more pressure. When the pain started to kick in, the Thraxano began to groan in agony until his neck was fully crushed. Purple blood spread in all four directions, creating a visual spectacle for Léo.
"That was interesting, hahaha!" Léo commented, laughing as he remembered his past.
Léo had already killed dozens of people in his past life. Every victim he made, each one had a worse death than the last. He had killed in many ways — firearms, torturing with knives, even with his bare hands he had killed.
But nothing, nothing compared to what he was feeling at that exact moment. He felt free. On Earth, in the modern world, he had to hold back. He would never be able to face the Brazilian government. In fact, even against five normal people, he would never be able to win unarmed. So he had to act like a rat in a cage. But not here — here, he could be who he truly was, without needing a mask to hide his true personality.
Leo snapped out of his state of excitement and then flew toward the metal door. Like a needle piercing thin fabric, he went right through it, and there it was, waiting for him.
Upon entering, Leo saw an old man sitting in a chair facing away from him. In front of the man were several monitors, each displaying a different area of the base. Behind the old man's chair, two guards stood facing Leo.
The old general sitting in the chair opened his mouth and spoke without fear in his voice:
"I see you really were coming here."
With a wave of his hand, the two guards turned toward Leo and attacked. But like a child's plaything to Leo, he killed them easily—splitting one apart and decapitating the other.
Leo landed on the ground, holding the decapitated head of one of the old man's guards. He then crushed it into a pulp of flesh, the blood pouring down his palm like a divided waterfall.
He slowly approached the old man and said:
"Old man, apparently you're the leader here. So from now on, this base is under my command, and you work for me."
"Hahaha!" The old general let out a laugh that gave Leo a bad feeling.
Leo, now close to the general, grabbed his neck with his hand still covered in purple blood and growled angrily:
"Did I say something funny, old man!?"
"Certainly not. The reason I'm laughing is because I get to take you to hell with me!"
Leo, still holding the old man's head, looked at a small monitor in front of him and saw a countdown of single-digit numbers: seven, six…
"Shit…!" Leo shouted, letting go of the old man and blasting upward at full speed.
He pierced through several levels of the base in just a few seconds. As he broke through the final level, an explosion similar to a MOAB bomb went off. A mushroom cloud rose and could be seen from thousands of kilometers away. Leo's body was hit—not by the full force, but not superficially either. He was thrown back several hundred meters.
As a half-Viltrumite child, the damage he received wasn't minor. Even though he wasn't at the epicenter of the blast, half of his body had been burned and charred. Bones were broken, and internal injuries were common. His ears buzzed loudly, and he could see only a black screen. His body writhed in pain, and Leo screamed in response to the overwhelming agony. Every cell of his Viltrumite body worked tirelessly for rapid recovery.
Several hours of agony passed. Leo was still on the ground, writhing in pain. His healing process seemed normal compared to other half-Viltrumites. He didn't appear to be a genius in this category—in fact, he seemed quite ordinary in all categories.
Leo now seemed to be able to move, though in great pain. He needed to find shelter as quickly as possible to recover safely. He knew that if he stayed there, it wouldn't be long before other Thraxans from the Thraxan Empire came to investigate the cause of the explosion. And in his current state, even they might be able to kill him.
With sheer willpower, he stood up and began to levitate. Before, due to the pain, he hadn't been able to fly. But now, the pain was bearable enough for that. Of course, it still hurt—a lot. With every cell working for rapid healing, Leo began heading toward a nearby mountain range. His flight was slow, but it was better than walking and feeling every bone in his legs scream in agony.