The harsh training from the Viltrumite always taught him one thing: That is, Viltrumite must be brave enough to throw punches at any opponent.
This strange training made the Viltrumite fight like stubborn fighters, calm and composed, but also fearless.
If they get "killed" during a training session, it just shows that they were too proud and didn't see the reality of how weak they actually are.
Moreover, Viktor was born during the Great Purge era, and what he experienced was far more brutal than usual.
No one knows how hard it must have been for him, who came from a peaceful world, to deal with the Viltrum way of teaching during that time.
However, Viktor endured it and even showcased his bloodline's natural talent at just fourteen years old and was forced to train and kill.
But every single day for more than ten years, he always dreamed of going back to Earth to escape the nightmare of Viltrum.
Viktor's heart was still attached to Earth. That's why he didn't immediately throw a punch at 'The Immortal.'
He bitterly pondered for a moment, unable to understand why the Immortal, who was bisected by Omni-Man, was so strong that just watching him from afar made it hard to breathe.
"Unless, after the Scourge Virus incident, the survivors of Viltrum went through some kind of strange evolution… So, I misjudged the difference in strength between myself and Omni-Man, and also misjudged the strength of The Immortal."
The memories from his past life reminded him that there was still a way out.
That was to completely abandon the Viltrumite mindset and humbly beg for help. The Immortal, who also carried the essence of peace, would surely be reluctant to kill him, no matter how suspicious he might be.
Earth had its own survival rules.
It's not like Viltrum.
He was forced to follow the survival rule really fast when he was in Viltrum, which is don't struggle, don't suffer, don't hesitate, and don't show any weakness.
That's how he could survive on Viltrum.
The Immortal finally reached the escape pod.
The Immortal's somewhat long black hair flowed loosely, and the thick beard on his face made it hard to see his expression. However, the vigilance and suspicion in his eyes were plainly evident.
At this point, The Immortal was certainly not a hero, and he was simply an immortal powerhouse on Earth
The long years had changed him many times inside. No one would be careless of a strange and unfamiliar alien spacecraft, especially when it was heading straight for their planet.
The idea that being humble could help him survive was just an escape for the weak.
In the end, Viktor's knees didn't give way.
He clenched his fists and began to summon the power from his already battered body.
The rough fibers, along with years of dust, began to break apart. The effort to gather strength was pushing his life closer to the edge of death, and his brain started to grow heavy from excessive blood loss.
After fourteen years, the thought of home still haunted him, and he took one last, longing look at the planet he called home.
Even though it might not be the same home anymore.
The wounds continued to tear open, along with the agonizing screeching sound of the escape pod being ripped apart, and amounts of blood floated because there was no gravity.
He jumped lightly and aimed at the dark figure that was tearing through special space metal like it was paper.
He swung his fist.
However, Viktor's eyes looked dull and weak because the strain on his body was too much, and his punch was weak, even softer than when he was five years old. He was too badly injured, and perhaps the entire plan of fleeing and returning home was nothing more than a dream.
The person easily grabbed his fist.
Even though the opponent was being careful, Viktor's bones still emitted sounds of unbearable strain.
Why is he so strong?
Viktor's lips had lost all color, and as his pupils widened, his last thought broke through.
However, a warmth enveloped him, several times more powerful than the previous one, freezing him in place as he was about to die.
Viktor's pupils slowly contracted.
The man with the beard no longer had the suspicious look he had when he first appeared by the escape pod. Moreover, Viktor's eyes showed a feeling he had almost forgotten. It was a feeling no one from Viltrum would ever show him.
"I'm sorry for tearing apart your spacecraft, but you probably won't survive long enough for me to push you and the pod back."
The warm, large hand pulled him into a more solid and broad chest.
"Your injuries are severe. I need to stay close to you in order to use a bio-field to extend your life by about ten more seconds."
A keyword that shouldn't have appeared triggered Viktor's fading consciousness. His blurry eyes slowly moved… and then he locked onto something on the man's chest—something that shouldn't be there.
A shiny silver S was glowing on the black cloth.
The light and shadows of the stars were momentarily torn into countless fragmented threads, and the next second, they dramatically shifted and appeared in a dimly lit room.
The familiar, comforting feeling of gravity was there—nothing like the oppressive, suffocating feeling of Viltrum.
It was Earth.
A figure reflecting a soft glow moved just before the last bit of light disappeared from his eyes.
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