Chapter 476: Incredible Invincible
A few days later, in the wealthy district, on the lawn of a villa, Nolan Grayson, whose injuries had long since healed and who was wearing plain clothes, was smoking a cigar obtained from who knows where. His expression was somewhat solemn, even carrying a hint of gloom... One could see the yellowish-brown, thumb-thick, high-grade cigar burning at an astonishing speed.
Whoosh... Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke like a dragon, he slightly furrowed his brow and muttered to himself, "As expected of a genius rarely seen in ten thousand years among the Berserker Beast race. When I was training in the Empire, I heard that this guy's favorite thing to do was travel the world looking for strong people to fight.
I just didn't expect that the person he targeted this time would be me. Fortunately, in the exchange a few days ago, I chose to strategically retreat. In his eyes, this kind of action must be something only weaklings would do, so this guy likely won't keep pestering me, which would affect me completing the mission assigned by the Empire."
Thinking of this, Nolan Grayson nodded slightly. In his opinion, White Lion is destined not to stay on this planet for too long. That is to say, this biggest threat to him definitely won't cause him too much trouble. The failure of the operation a few days ago was just an accident.
At this moment, Debbie in the kitchen was standing in front of the glass window, looking at the back of her husband Nolan. A strong hint of worry appeared between her brows.
You know, Nolan never smoked before, only drank alcohol in moderation, was responsible, mature, and steady, as if nothing could affect him. In Debbie's eyes, using the word "perfect" to describe her husband Nolan Grayson couldn't be more fitting.
But all of this seemed to have undergone some abnormal change on the night Mark said he awakened his superpower. For the first time, towards the husband she had been with for so long, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
"The weather is nice today, how about teaching me some more flying techniques, even though I think I'm already flying great." On the weekend, Mark, who didn't have to go to School, walked up to Omni-Man and said with a smile.
He also saw that Dad's mood had been very bad these past few days, so he wanted to use this method to ease his mood.
Nolan Grayson glanced at his son Mark, casually tossed aside the unfinished cigar, and nodded. "Just so happens I have something to tell you, some things to pay attention to during combat, as well as about your home planet, the major events that happened on Planet Viltrum. Didn't you want to know about these things before? Now I think the time is right."
"Come on, my home planet is Earth, not Viltrum." Mark picked up the cigar butt from the Ground and, while walking towards the Trash Can, subconsciously corrected the error in Nolan's words.
However, as soon as he took a few steps, a huge force struck him from behind, kicking him violently away.
Mark, who had fallen onto the Lawn, as soon as he raised his head, saw a figure like an iron tower blocking the sunlight, standing in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly with a cold expression, and said indifferently, "Do you know that Viltrumite blood flows within you? Your superpower wasn't brought to you by human genes."
Mark had never seen his father wear this expression before. He was simply like a cold-blooded tyrant.
"I... I don't understand what you mean. How could I be a Viltrumite? Mom is clearly a human, and I grew up on this planet since I was little." Mark said with a bewildered expression.
To be honest, he felt no sense of belonging to the so-called Viltrum and couldn't understand at all why his father was so angry.
"I can tell you clearly, there's absolutely no need for you to dwell on whether you are human or Viltrumite. Based on my observation of you, I can draw a conclusion: the compatibility between human genes and Viltrumite genes is very high, even far higher than other races in the Universe. Basically, you just need to grow for a while longer, and you will completely become a Viltrumite."
In order to change Mark's perspective, Omni-Man Nolan didn't mind telling a small lie.
Of course, what he said wasn't entirely a lie. On the point of compatibility, he didn't lie.
Whether from Mark's appearance or the superpower he displayed, it could all prove that Mark was increasingly approaching that of a pure-blooded Viltrumite. If this situation were reported to the Empire or discovered by the Empire, Nolan could even imagine how overjoyed the leaders of the Viltrumite Empire, who were worried about the sparse population and the difficulty in pure-blood reproduction, and the Regent would be. He could guarantee that the Empire's fleet would appear near this planet within the shortest time, surrounding it completely.
Moreover, according to his understanding of the Regent's style of action, the other party would definitely, absolutely kill all the males on this planet, only keeping the females capable of reproduction.
By that time, any person or force hindering the Empire's operation would be mercilessly erased, ground into dust!
He, Omni-Man, was no exception, so he urgently wanted to change Mark's perspective, instead of watching Mark lose his life for this planet whose fate was already sealed. If Mark was willing to stand on the Viltrumite side, then he could live on, and even live better than now.
"Impossible! I'm not some Viltrumite!" Mark climbed up from the Ground and roared loudly at Father in front of him. Bulging veins appeared on his neck, and his emotions were on the verge of losing control.
"No matter how cruel it is, you must accept this fact."
Nolan said calmly.
"Can someone tell me what exactly happened between you two father and son?" Debbie, who had rushed over, asked anxiously.
"Nothing, I can handle it myself."
After speaking, Omni-Man Nolan grabbed Mark by the collar and shot straight into the sky like a cannon shell. During the entire flight process, Mark hadn't yet recovered from the fact that he had become a Viltrumite.
At some point, Nolan flew with Mark above a City. He looked down at the Ground at the humans who looked like ants and slowly began to speak, "There will inevitably be barriers between races. No matter how much you do, you can't gain the other party's trust. Just like me...
Since coming to this planet, I don't know how many Criminals I've struck down, how many evil Organizations I've destroyed. For this, I even sacrificed my family, always staying busy. But even so, our family is still being monitored, every single move is under others' control."
"Are you saying someone is monitoring us? Who is that person?" Mark asked, somewhat shocked.
After a moment of silence, Nolan slightly narrowed his eyes and said, "The Global Defense Agency, Director Cecil."
"The Global Defense Agency? How is that possible!" Mark said in disbelief.
"But that's the fact. It's cruel and hard to accept."
Nolan moved again with Mark, directly crashing through the Rooftop of a House, arriving inside a Room filled with surveillance screens. The Staff in the Room, upon facing the sudden attackers, were first stunned, then drew their guns and aimed at Omni-Man and Mark.
At this moment, the screens on the wall seemed to have gravity, tightly attracting Mark's line of sight. Among them, familiar screen images, familiar bedrooms, familiar Living Rooms, as well as Debbie in the Kitchen cleaning dishes—these stirred his brain like a storm. A strong sense of unreality surged in his heart.
Even when Omni-Man stretched out his arm and crushed a Staff member's head, and blood splattered onto Mark's face, Mark still seemed completely unaware, staring intently at the screens, repeatedly muttering "This is impossible." How could he have been living under others' surveillance all this time?
(end of chapter)