Become the ultimate creature from the black robe

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A few days later, on the lawn of a villa in a wealthy area, Nolan Grayson, who had long since recovered from his injuries and was dressed in casual clothes, was smoking a cigar that he had obtained from somewhere. His expression was a little solemn, even a little gloomy... The yellowish-brown, high-end cigar, as thick as a thumb, was burning at an alarming speed.

Huh… He slowly exhaled a dragon-like smoke, frowned slightly, and said to himself in his heart: "As expected of a rare genius in the Berserker Beast Clan. When I was receiving training in the Empire before, I heard that this guy's favorite thing to do is to fight with strong people all over the world.

I just didn't expect that the person he targeted this time was me. Fortunately, I chose to retreat strategically in the fight a few days ago. In his eyes, this move must be something that only a weak person would do. This guy is unlikely to pester me anymore, which would affect my ability to complete the mission assigned by the empire."

Thinking of this, Nolan Grayson nodded slightly. In his opinion, the White Lion was destined not to stay on this planet for too long. In other words, this biggest threat to him would definitely not cause him too much trouble. The failure of the operation a few days ago was just an accident.

At this time, Debbie was standing in front of the glass window in the kitchen, looking at her husband Nolan's back, with a deep worry between her brows.

You know, Nolan never smoked before, drank only in moderation, was responsible, mature and steady, as if nothing could affect him. In Debbie's eyes, the word perfect was the most appropriate to describe her husband Nolan Grayson.

But all this seemed to have undergone some unusual changes on the night when Mark said that he had awakened his super powers. For the first time, she felt a sense of strangeness towards her husband who had been with her for a long time.

"The weather is nice today. Would you like to teach me some more flying skills? Even though I think I'm already a great flyer." Mark, who didn't have to go to school on the weekend, walked up to the Almighty Man and said with a smile.

He also noticed that his father was in a bad mood these days, so he wanted to ease his mood in this way.

Nolan Grayson glanced at his son Mark, threw away his unfinished cigar, and nodded. "It just so happens that I have something to tell you, some things you need to pay attention to during battle, and the major events that happened on your home planet, Vitrum. Didn't you want to know about these before? Now I think the time has come."

"Please, my home planet is Earth, not Vitrum." Mark picked up the cigar butt on the ground and walked towards the trash can while subconsciously correcting the mistakes in Nolan's words.

However, just as he took a few steps, a huge force attacked him from behind and kicked him away.

Mark fell on the lawn. As soon as he raised his head, he 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:
"You know, you have Vikrum's blood flowing in your body. Your superpowers are not given to you by human genes."

Mark had never seen his father look like this before. He looked like a cold-blooded tyrant.

"I... I don't understand what you mean. How can I be a Wickrum? My mom is obviously a human, and I grew up on this planet." Mark said with a puzzled look on his face.

To be honest, he had no sense of belonging to the so-called Wickrum and had no idea why his father was so angry.

"I can tell you clearly that you don't need to worry about whether you are a human or a Vicrum. Based on my observation of you, I can draw a conclusion that the human gene is very compatible with the Vicrum, even much higher than other races in the universe. Basically, as long as you grow up for a while, you will completely become a Vicrum."

In order to change Mark's mind, the omnipotent Nolan doesn't mind telling a little lie.

Of course, not everything he said was a lie. He did not lie about the degree of fit.

Whether from Mark's appearance or the superpowers he displayed, it can be proved that Mark is getting closer and closer to a pure-blooded Vickrum starman. If this situation is reported to the empire or discovered by the empire, Nolan can even imagine how ecstatic the leader of the Vickrum Empire, the regent, who is worried about the small population and the difficulty of pure-blood reproduction, will be. He dares to guarantee that the empire's fleet will appear near this planet in the shortest time and surround it.

Moreover, based on his understanding of the Regent's style of doing things, the other party would definitely kill all the men on the planet and only keep fertile women.

By that time, any person or force that hinders the empire's actions will be ruthlessly wiped out and crushed into dust!

He, the Omniman, is no exception, so he urgently wants to change Mark's mind, rather than watching Mark sacrifice his life for this planet whose fate has already been determined. If Mark is willing to stand on the side of the Vikings, then he can survive and even live a better life than now.

"Impossible! I'm not a Vicariate!" Mark got up from the ground and yelled at his father in front of him. Veins on his neck bulged and his emotions were on the verge of getting out of control.

"No matter how cruel it is, you have to accept this fact."

Nolan said calmly.

"Who can tell me what happened between you and your son?" Debbie, who came hurriedly, asked.

"It's nothing, I can handle it myself."

After saying that, the omnipotent Nolan grabbed Mark by the collar and rushed into the sky like a cannonball. During the entire flight, Mark had not yet recovered from the fact that he had become a Viking.

At some point, Nolan took Mark to the sky above a city. He looked down at the ant-sized humans on the ground and slowly said, "There will inevitably be barriers between races. No matter how much you do, you can't gain the trust of the other party. Just like me...

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Since I came to this planet, I have fought countless criminals and destroyed countless evil organizations. For this, I even sacrificed my family and was always busy. But even so, our family is still under surveillance, and our every move is under the control of others. "

"You mean someone is monitoring us? Who is that person?" Mark asked in shock.

After a moment of silence, Nolan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Global Defense Agency, Director Cecil."

"Global Defense Agency? How is this possible!" Mark said in disbelief.

"But the truth is this, it's cruel and hard to accept."

Nolan took Mark and moved again, directly smashing the roof of a house and coming to a room full of surveillance screens. The staff in the room were stunned at first when faced with the sudden attackers, and then drew their guns and pointed them at Almighty Man and Mark.

At this moment, the screen on the wall seemed to have gravity, attracting Mark's attention. The familiar scenes, the familiar bedroom, the familiar living room, and Debbie who was cleaning dishes in the kitchen, all stirred his brain like a storm, and a strong sense of unreality emerged in his heart.

Even though the Omniman stretched out his arm and crushed the staff member's head, blood splattered on Mark's face, Mark still seemed unaware, staring at the screen, repeating in his mouth that this was impossible, how could he live under the surveillance of others all the time. (End of this chapter)