"Boom!"
The moment Jovian ripped through the atmosphere and turned into a burning streak of fire as he shot into outer space, a man in a combat suit—with a single eye—appeared right in front of him.
"Haha~"
"Let's begin the trial."
The one-eyed alien chuckled, and his voice transmitted directly into Jovian's mind.
"Telepathy or some other psychic power."
Jovian's eyes lit up, and then he put on the nicest smile imaginable.
"Cool. That's one more reason for me to smash you, Cyclops."
"Cyclops!? Are you insulting me?"
The one-eyed alien's expression immediately fell.
"Everyone on our planet has only one eye."
He couldn't believe a trainee was calling him "Cyclops." It was basically spitting on his status as a senior planetary assessor.
"So your whole planet is full of Cyclops."
Jovian flashed forward like lightning, appearing right in front of him—and casually raised his middle finger straight at that single, huge eye.
"You bastard!"
"You stabbed my eye!"
The one-eyed alien howled in pain, clutching his only eye.
"This is just the start…"
Jovian glanced at the bright red droplets on his finger and flicked them off lightly.
The game had only just begun.
In the instant the alien's vision blurred from the pain, Jovian blinked in again and drove a kick into his chest.
"Bastard…"
That terrifying force launched the alien away at a speed far beyond anything sound could ever match—slamming him straight toward the Moon behind him.
"Die, you trash!"
Jovian pressed the advantage. He casually grabbed two U.S. satellites right out of orbit and hurled them down at the one-eyed alien sprawled on the lunar surface.
The alien had just started to get up—then the satellites smashed into him and sent him right back down.
"Sh*t! You cowardly little rat! You're unqualified! I will never let you into the Coalition of Planets!"
The alien glared up at Jovian floating in space, his furious voice hammering directly into Jovian's mind.
"You think I give a damn about your stupid Coalition!?"
Jovian dug a finger into his ear like he was bored, and the next second he shot down like a meteor and slammed into the alien's body.
The impact was so violent that the lunar surface around them exploded into spiderweb cracks.
"Assessor," Jovian said, fingers clamping around the alien's throat, eyes flashing with menace, "you came to the wrong place."
"I came to the wrong place!?"
The one-eyed alien felt the crushing power on his neck, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw ached, veins bulging in his arms as he desperately tried to pry Jovian's hand away.
No matter how hard he fought, it was like trying to move a mountain.
"Yeah," Jovian said, forcing the alien's head down into the dust, leaning his face closer to that massive eye as if he wanted the guy to get a perfect look at him. "This is a Viltrumite planet."
"F*ck! You're a damn Viltrumite!?"
Only then did the alien truly realize what he was dealing with.
"Bingo~"
"By the way, do you guys have bingo where you're from, or what?"
While Jovian kept talking to split his focus, his arm tightened even more.
"Go to hell!"
But the alien was still a veteran fighter. He clenched his teeth, forced every ounce of strength into his legs, and bucked hard—kicking Jovian off him with a brutal thrust.
"I have to get out of here…"
The alien rose shakily from the Moon and shot upward, battered and humiliated.
He needed to report to Coalition headquarters immediately: Earth was a trap. There was nobody here to recruit—only a ridiculously overpowered Viltrumite.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Right as he tried to flee, the alien felt his ankle get yanked.
"F*ck! You dirty, cheap-shotting Viltrumite from Earth!"
He twisted around, roaring at the man gripping his foot with just one hand.
He didn't even get the chance to counterattack.
An invisible, overwhelming force whipped him down and slammed him into the lunar surface like a ragdoll.
The whole Moon seemed to shudder.
"Moron. This is Earth, not 'Erth.'"
"And your luck just ran out."
"Next life, learn to read the names on your star charts before you pick a route, idiot."
Jovian straddled the alien again—but this time he didn't go for the throat.
He started punching.
One punch after another, hammering into the alien's face.
Each blow cratered the Moon. Bright red blood coated Jovian's glove, slick and warm.
One punch. Two punches. Three. Four…
At first, the one-eyed alien still fought back.
But Jovian's fists got faster. Heavier. More violent.
The alien's resistance shrank to almost nothing—until he lay there completely motionless.
Even then, Jovian didn't stop.
His fists kept rising and falling, pounding a pixelated smear beneath him.
He was like someone kneading a lump of raw, red dough—beating the alien's body into sludge, grinding every bone into powder, smashing organs and cells into useless paste, until every last part of him was dead from the microscopic level to the macroscopic.
And still Jovian kept hitting.
Not until the system's alert rang out in his head did he finally pause—
Ding-dong! High-tier alien cells detected…
Optimize and fuse them?
"Hah…"
"Of course."
Jovian wiped his forehead—he wasn't even sure whether it was sweat or the other guy's blood anymore—then rolled onto his side beside the ruined mess.
"Earth looks incredible…"
He lay on the Moon's surface until the system notified him:
Fusion complete.
Only then did he stand up.
"I can feel every cell in my body roaring."
Jovian clenched his fist.
He felt stronger.
After savoring the surge of power for a moment, something suddenly occurred to him, and he turned his head.
"Oh, damn it."
He stared at what he'd done and covered his cheek with a troubled look.
"I overdid it… shit. Guess I'm not going to be enjoying the Moon at night anymore."
He frowned at the "masterpiece" in front of him—
Half the Moon was gone.
And now he had to figure out how the hell he was going to explain this to anyone.