Free Web NovelChapter 26: 26: The Viltrumite Hand Chop
Real power isn’t this (superpowers). It’s the ability to bend the world to your will.
~ Stan Edgar
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After finishing his upgrade, Hillel flew straight back to his Midtown apartment.
He cooked himself a bowl of instant noodles and threw in two eggs.
Pure luxury... right?
Halfway through eating, it finally hit him.
"That’s not right. I’m fucking rich now, why the hell am I still eating instant noodles!"
"I want steak!"
"A massive one!"
Hillel flew straight out.
He activated his unobstructed X-ray vision and scanned the entire neighborhood.
His range covered about a dozen kilometers.
He saw a discreet party happening in a high-end private bar.
In the apartment next door, a young couple had the curtains drawn and were going "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
At a local university, a professor in a full suit was hugging a tree hollow, putting on some serious ...performance art.
Hillel quickly turned off his X-ray vision.
He felt like he was about to get styes in his eyes.
While hunting for a proper high-end steakhouse, he suddenly spotted some familiar faces.
He switched on his super hearing right away.
"Oi..."
A distinct accent came through loud and clear.
"...Stay still, you fucking cunt. Move again and I’ll snap your toes off one by one."
"Go ahead, break them! You think you can? My skin isn’t like you normal people’s!"
Butcher! Translucent!
Translucent had actually been caught by Butcher. The plot hadn’t changed at all.
And it looked like Butcher had no real way to deal with him right now.
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Hillel decided to give them a hand.
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An abandoned warehouse.
It used to be a seafood processing plant. Butcher had rented it to kill Translucent.
A chair sat in the middle of the warehouse.
Broken chains lay scattered on the floor. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Inside the cage, Translucent was howling while getting electrocuted, but none of it was doing any real damage.
After Mother’s Milk finished zapping him, Butcher started smashing him in the head with a crowbar.
He kept going until the crowbar bent and the web of his thumb split open and started bleeding.
"Fuck!"
Butcher cursed loudly.
Anyone walking in on this scene would think it was some gang bang torture session.
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Frenchie squatted next to a toolbox with a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, rummaging for the right tool.
Hughie couldn’t do shit and just stood there like a spectator.
While The Boys were busy, the warehouse’s iron door suddenly opened.
The way it opened was pretty special.
The person simply ripped the entire door off its hinges and casually leaned it against the wall.
As easy as setting down a piece of cardboard.
All four of them turned their heads at once.
"Fuck, Butcher! You said this place was safe and no supe could find us!"
Mother’s Milk cursed, but he didn’t stop moving. He drew his gun and fired — American-style iaido.
The bullets bounced off Hillel’s chest. He didn’t feel a thing.
They couldn’t even scratch his bio-field, let alone his actual physical defense, which was on another level entirely.
"Billy boy! The local gangs sure are rude!"
Hillel picked his ear while waiting for Mother’s Milk to empty his clip.
He lightly patted his clothes.
Then clapped his hands together with a loud pop.
The shockwave and burst of air sent all four of them flying.
He used almost no force, really fucking little, making sure he didn’t kill them.
"Shit! What kind of power is this?"
Mother’s Milk was the first to scramble up from the ground.
Before he could run, Hillel grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air.
"Oi!"
Butcher got up and called out, pretty sure the guy wasn’t here to murder them.
If he wanted them dead, the warehouse would already be a bloodbath.
"Look, I was just messing with you. Why take it so seriously!"
Hillel gently set Mother’s Milk down and even brushed the dust off his shoulders.
Mother’s Milk backed up a dozen steps in pure terror.
"How the hell did you find this place?" Butcher asked, still gripping the crowbar for comfort.
"Super hearing. You guys were loud as fuck."
Hillel looked around and spotted Translucent in the corner.
With his new X-ray vision, he could see straight through to the guy’s internal organs.
"Translucent, stop hiding. I can see you."
"Oh my god! The Guardian! Quick, save me!!"
Translucent thought Hillel was here to rescue him.
He dropped his invisibility right away.
He thought he was safe.
"I gotta say, you’re the most pathetic member of The Seven. Even Starlight, who just joined, isn’t as useless as you."
"Getting caught this easily by a bunch of normal people. Tell me, aren’t you just embarrassing all of us supes?"
Hillel squatted down and started roasting Translucent hard.
The smile on Translucent’s face froze solid.
He finally realized The Guardian wasn’t here to save him at all.
"G.. Guardian... what do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Hillel laughed.
"You stole Vought’s internal footage, ruined Homelander’s press conference, and now the whole internet is calling you a traitor."
"And you still had the balls to run?"
"Homelander’s already put a bounty on your head. There’s a multi-million dollar reward for you on the black market."
"Those black-market labs are even offering big money for your body so they can cut you up for experiments."
Terror flashed across Translucent’s face.
But he quickly put on his old arrogant act again.
"W-Well.. You can’t kill me."
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"How many different ways have these losers already tried? Crowbars, chainsaws, bullets, electric shocks — they haven’t even scratched me."
Translucent patted his own chest, full of confidence.
"My defense isn’t something a loser like A-Train can even dream of."
"You can fly and fight, and you’re on Homelander’s level."
"But you think you can kill me? Go eat shit!"
Translucent even stood up, leaving himself completely exposed.
He was stark naked, and since he wasn’t invisible anymore, everyone else just stared.
Hughie picked the worst possible moment to speak. "Honestly, I think his isn’t even as big as mine."
Butcher shook his head with a grin.
"Boy! You’re living in a man’s world!"
"And we love nothing more than dealing with little men..."
Halfway through, both Mother’s Milk and Frenchie gave him weird looks.
"...You know that’s not what I meant!"
Butcher quickly tried to explain.
Translucent kept running his mouth.
"Forget you. Even Homelander probably couldn’t hurt me."
"That little bit of strength you’ve got..."
"Alright, alright, why are you talking so much shit?"
Hillel cut him off.
"I heard everything you said. You think I can’t cut through you?"
"It’s a fact, kid! Go back and drink your mother’s milk!"
Mother’s Milk: "..."
Translucent stayed cocky as hell, even sticking his neck out.
"Come on, chop right here. Hit it hard. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance."
Hillel looked at the offered neck and grinned.
Then he stood up and raised his right hand.
His five fingers pressed tight together, palm edge facing outward.
The Viltrumite Hand-Chop.
When Translucent saw the move, he laughed even harder.
"Are you fucking serious? You think you’re Superman or something!"
Butcher frowned from the side.
Everyone stared at Hillel’s right hand.
Did The Guardian have some hidden ability they didn’t know about?
The next second, they learned exactly what brute force miracles looked like.
Hillel moved insanely fast.
There was just a faint sound.
Translucent’s head and neck separated cleanly.
He still had that smug smile on his face when he died.
Huh?
The whole warehouse went dead silent.
Hillel shook his hand. Not a single drop of blood on it.
The cut on Translucent’s corpse was so clean that the insane heat from the high-speed friction had cauterized the wound instantly.
"This defense really is pretty solid."
Hillel nodded, genuinely impressed.
It didn’t even shatter from a single hand-blade strike.
If it had been a normal person, the wind from his palm alone would’ve turned them into ground meat.
"Uh... did he just one-shot Translucent from The Seven with a hand chop?" Hughie’s brain completely short-circuited.
It was common knowledge that the only one in The Seven who stood far above the rest was Homelander.
But according to official data, even though Homelander crushed everyone else, the gap wasn’t supposed to be this ridiculous.
Even chopping vegetables has some resistance!
You sliced through Translucent like that?
A cold sweat broke out down Butcher’s back.
The numbers on Hillel’s panel started jumping again.
[Key Character: Billy Butcher — Shock, Fear, High Threat]
[Ability Points Gained: +2,876]
...
[Key Character: Hughie Campbell — Physiological Shock, Fear, Cognitive Dissonance]
[Ability Points Gained: +2,341]
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[Key Character: Frenchie — Shock, High Threat, Terror]
[Ability Points Gained: +1,987]
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[Key Character: Mother’s Milk — Numbness, Hostility, High Threat]
[Ability Points Gained: +1,654]
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Hillel squatted down, grabbed Translucent’s headless corpse with one hand, and slung it over his shoulder like a sack.
"I’ll be taking this, bad boys!"
Butcher snapped out of it, looking completely lost.
"You’re pinning everything on Translucent? That’s why you had to kill him and shut him up!"
"That’s on you for not playing fair!"
Billy blew out a smoke ring, showing zero shame about being a terrible teammate.
"I trust you’ll handle the rest. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend!"
"But what are you gonna do now? Go back and claim credit?"
"A supe as strong as you, happy wagging your tail and begging like a lapdog in front of Homelander?"
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