"Treasure hunting! Treasure hunting!"
"You lowly scum!"
"How dare you invade the sacred homeland of the great Frank's Sa People?"
"Once we destroy you, we will return to your planet, erase your race from existence, and seize all your resources for the glory of our people!"
The soldiers of the Frank's Sa People shouted in fury, though panic flickered in their alien eyes. The laser rifles in their hands were useless; their weapons barely scorched the air around Eden, who floated above them like a god wrapped in sunlight.
As confusion spread through their ranks, their commander — the Frank's Sa People BOSS — bellowed in rage. He tore a gun from a subordinate's grasp, fired a few futile shots at Eden, and waved his fists in defiance.
"Who gave you the courage to invade Earth?" Eden's cold voice sliced through the air. "And who gave you the courage to insult me?"
The alien leader roared back, but before the sound could echo, Eden's eyes flashed with murderous light. In an instant, his figure blurred — transforming into a bolt of lightning. None of the Frank's Sa soldiers could even react before Eden appeared directly before their leader.
"No!"
The alien barely managed a word before his world dissolved into a blur of white. A blinding flash — and then a massive fist filled his vision.
For a moment, he wished he had never undergone genetic modification. Perhaps dying as an ordinary Frank's Sa citizen would have been easier — less terrifying than facing this superhuman monster head-on.
"Boom!"
The sound was soft, almost anticlimactic. Eden's fist crashed forward, and the alien leader's head exploded into a crimson mist.
Blood rained across the battlefield.
Eden stood amid the carnage, his expression unreadable but his heart burning. He had never wanted this — never sought to be a god of destruction. All he wanted was an ordinary life. Why was it so hard to live peacefully?
The soldiers froze in disbelief.
"The leader… is dead?"
"We can't fight him!"
"He's too strong — like a god!"
Their despair filled the air. Eden gazed down at them, his crimson eyes glowing brighter.
"It's alright," he said softly. "I'll send you to join him soon."
Twin beams of heat vision burst from his eyes, sweeping across the field. The energy burned through armor, walls, and bodies alike, reducing hundreds of Frank's Sa soldiers to ash in seconds.
"Counterattack! Counterattack!" shouted the remaining troops, their voices trembling with desperation.
The Frank's Sa People gathered their strongest forces — their so-called God-Slaying Army — and launched their last offensive. But the gap in power was insurmountable. Against Eden, their resistance was meaningless.
"If this is your strongest army," Eden said, hovering above them, "then you can all die."
He surged forward. The shockwave from his acceleration shattered the sound barrier, scattering clouds and tearing cities apart. Wind and fire intertwined as he struck with unrelenting fury, razing the Frank's Sa cities one by one.
Once unleashed, Eden — the hybrid born of Kryptonian and Viltrumite blood — was unstoppable. His strength and speed turned the planet itself into a wasteland.
Time flowed differently on Frank's Sa Star. While only minutes passed on Earth, several days unfolded here. In those few days, the bright and proud world of the Frank's Sa People dimmed into ruin.
Their cities lay in dust. Their armies were annihilated. Only one underground fortress remained — their final refuge.
Inside, fear thickened the air.
"Will we… be alright?" a young Frank's Sa child asked, his voice trembling.
"We'll be fine," said an elder, his green, segmented face firm with false confidence. "Our army is the strongest in the universe. They'll defeat that invader soon, then march to his planet and exterminate his kind. We'll take their world for ourselves, just as we always have!"
His words were still echoing when —
BOOM!
A thunderous crash shook the underground base. The ceiling burst apart, and a torrent of dust and debris filled the cavern. A massive shadow pierced through the ground above, descending like a meteor.
The soldiers guarding the civilians froze. Their eyes widened. Their hands shook as they gripped their useless weapons.
They already knew, deep down — the surface armies had fallen. Their communications had been silent for a full day.
"Let's… go check," one soldier whispered.
They crept forward toward the smoke.
Sizzle!
Before they could even glimpse what had landed, two crimson beams of light lanced out, melting them where they stood.
"It's him!"
"The invader! He's found us!"
"That means… the armies on the surface… they've all been wiped out!"
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Panic erupted. Screams echoed through the cavern. The survivors huddled together, trembling. Over the past three days, they had seen this light too many times. Whenever those red beams appeared, tens of thousands of their kin vanished in flames.
And now, that crimson light was here again — a sign that the Reaper had come to claim them.
"Boom!"
A gust of wind swept through, blowing the smoke away. Standing at the center of the ruined plaza was Eden — towering, broad-shouldered, his expression carved from stone. His crimson cape fluttered behind him like a banner of judgment.
He looked over the terrified aliens and, in perfect Frank's Sa language, said coldly,
"This is your last base, isn't it?"
In only three days, his Kryptonian intellect had mastered their tongue.
The elder who had spoken proudly moments ago collapsed to his knees.
"Please! Spare us!" he cried. "We know we were wrong! We swear we'll never invade your planet again! Please—have mercy!"
Eden's gaze was ice.
"You're begging me?" His voice was calm, almost pitying. "Even if you beg, I won't spare you. As for your oath… it's as ridiculous as your army."
His eyes flared red, and the old alien vaporized into nothing.
"We truly know we were wrong!" another cried. "Please, just this once—spare us! We'll never dare to invade again!"
Eden didn't answer. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned brighter.
"You don't know you were wrong," he said softly. "You just know you're going to die."
Then, with another blast of heat vision, he turned them to ash.
A desperate voice screamed from the crowd,
"Are we Frank's Sa People meant to die?!"
Eden stopped mid-step, his gaze narrowing.
"If you don't die," he said quietly, "then do we Earthlings die?"
The alien's mouth opened, but before he could speak, Eden's hand shot out. One blow — and the creature was gone.
"We're innocent!" another shouted, his voice shaking with rage and fear. "What's the difference between what you're doing and what we did?"
Eden's expression hardened.
"Innocent?" He laughed bitterly. "You invaders dare call yourselves innocent?"
He took a step forward, each movement radiating killing intent.
"As for the difference between me and you—" he paused, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper— "you're not even worthy of hearing it."
Twin beams of red light erupted again, consuming the last of the Frank's Sa survivors. Their screams faded into silence, replaced only by the crackle of molten rock.
Far above, the once-vibrant planet was now a dead, blackened sphere.
The System, silently observing everything, finally spoke within Eden's mind:
"I understand now why Lord OBA chose you as his vessel, Eden. You truly are… a force of chaos."
Eden didn't respond. His chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes gazing at the horizon.
He didn't see people when he looked at the Frank's Sa race. To him, they weren't sentient beings — they were parasites, invaders, no different from the giant African snails that devour crops or the red imported fire ants that infest homes.
They had come to Earth to exterminate humanity.
Now, he had done the same to them.
And as the last traces of life on Frank's Sa Star faded away, the silence of the void answered the question the alien had screamed moments earlier:
Were the Frank's Sa People meant to die?
Perhaps they were.
Because if they hadn't — then humanity surely would have.
[End of Chapter 7]