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“You can’t stop us, your weapons, your armies, all of this,” A man in a blue and yellow suit with goggles and black hair vaguely gestured to his surroundings. Several collapsed buildings behind him, and the ambient sound of fire crackling filled the air from a car explosion that had happened before he had landed. “This is your fault. I didn’t destroy the buildings for nothing. Now, if you just all calm down, I’ll consider giving you a quick death.” After finishing that riveting speech, it was followed by the sounds of glass shattering, rubble tumbling, and explosions overlapped throughout the high, empty freeway. The man rolled his head, letting out an annoyed sigh as he licked his dry lips. He had been flying around all day and had lost his chapstick somewhere between France and the East Coast. He had been killing protesters and those who were a part of the resistance all over the globe, and now he was currently in Utah, where a small army of people tried to hurt and attack him.*

Key word, Tried.

Allowing the people to get a couple of attacks in, their weapons all breaking upon impact, he spotted the red blinking light of a camera— a news van that he hadn’t seen as it was behind several other cars. Floating a foot off the ground, he flew through the crowd of people, killing some of them in the process till he grabbed a hold of the camera and the cameraman. “Is this thing on?” The person behind the camera nodded their voice trembling as they begged, “Please don’t kill me..”

With a look of amusement and shock that they would say that he flew and set the person on top of one of the cars ‘parked’ on the highway. Adjusting the camera so it was centered, he patted the person’s shoulder before reassuring them, “What? I’m not going to kill you. After all, who’s going to film this? You’re just doing your job, and I’m doing mine.” His tone was soft, but it didn’t feel sincere; it felt he was mocking or reveling in the power that he had that someone was begging for their life. Flying backwards till he was visible from the torso up, he cleared his throat. The army of people who were now behind him stood still, whispering to one another. “People of Earth, we know that for the past 3 days that you view me and my dad as villains, but we’re taking over the planet for your own good!”

With his hand out of view, he gestures for the cameraman to zoom out, “See this? All this destruction and mess? You’ve caused that, but don’t worry, you’re going to be a part of the Viltrum Empire now. That means no one goes hungry, no one dies of cancer, and no one messes with Earth again! It’ll be an era of true peace.” Floating down to one of the people in the crowd behind him, he landed next to them and placed a hand on their throat. His voice still soft and condescending, “Now I know some of you think that you can defeat me and Omni-Man, but there’s one thing you’re forgetting.” Squeezing, he looked at the crowd of people before looking at the camera. A sadistic smile growing on his face,

“I’m Invincible.” With one last squeeze, the man’s head exploded, spraying blood all over himself and some of the people who felt confident enough to still stand near him. Flexing his fingers open, he let the body hit the floor. As Invincible turned to face the crowd behind him, he looked over his shoulder at the camera one last time before he began to kill every single person in that army. After several grueling seconds of screams and weird sounds the body made after being crushed instantaneously, he flew off towards the capital. “Broadcast that message to everyone in the world. If you know what’s good for you...”