Free Web NovelChapter 35: 35: Space was gorgeous, but that guy seemed kinda shy
I am not interested in power for power’s sake, but I am interested in power that is moral, that is right and that is good.
~ Martin Luther King Jr.
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The speed-type supe knocked Cate Dunlap to the ground, but he held back on purpose. Clearly wanted to leave at least one survivor.
Up on the surface.
Hillel was still sprawled on that same rock, cape draped over his face.
The reporter in the helicopter had been bullshitting live for forty minutes straight.
"Uh... The Guardian is still... charging up..."
"We can see his cape fluttering in the wind, which means his energy field is... uh... resonating with nature..."
The reporter was running out of lies. This was worse than writing school essays.
Vought Tower.
Edgar stared at the live feed with a deadpan face.
Starlight made up some excuse about needing the bathroom and slipped away to call The Guardian.
...
Suddenly. Hillel’s snoring cut off.
"Jordan still has plenty of room to grow. Cate’s still too weak. She’s better suited for support roles." Hillel opened his eyes. He had been tracking every sound inside the bunker the whole time.
Nothing Cate or Jordan did escaped him.
Still, supe powers could improve. Both of them were students who hadn’t hit their peak yet. They could still grow like Starlight did later on.
If Cate awakened long-range telepathy and Mind Control, her potential would be off the charts.
He stood up and brushed the sand off his ass.
The reporter in the helicopter perked up instantly.
"He moved! The Guardian moved! He’s standing up!"
"After forty-three minutes of charging, The Guardian is finally making his move!"
"Let’s see what kind of..."
Hillel lifted his right foot and stomped down.
Just a normal step.
Casual as crushing an ant.
The second his foot hit the ground, everything within two hundred meters collapsed at once.
Rumble. Rumble.
Dust exploded into the sky.
The helicopter shook hard from the shockwave and the cameraman nearly dropped his gear.
"Fuck! The Guardian!!!"
The reporter screamed while clutching the safety rope, all his fake professionalism gone.
Once the dust settled a bit, the cameraman steadied the shot. An insane sight filled the frame.
A massive crater now sat in the desert, over two hundred meters wide. The depth was impossible to see from above.
Hillel stood right at the edge, looking down. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
His X-ray vision had already locked onto every person below.
"Alright then."
Hillel jumped in.
No flight. Pure freefall.
He even pushed himself to fall faster.
Zero point four seconds later, The Guardian landed fifty meters underground.
Jordan was pinned to the ground by the giant while the speed-type supe moved in to knock Cate out.
At that exact moment, everything around them froze.
Hillel drifted behind the three supes like a ghost.
Then time snapped back to normal.
The fire-type felt the air shift behind him and turned his head on instinct...
All he saw was a plain hand, fingers tight together, palm edge aimed at his neck.
Viltrumite hand blade.
It didn’t even look fast.
I can dodge that with a simple lean.
"Haha, sneaky bastard!"
The supe thought his body had already slipped away.
But in that slowed instant he watched his own body... the top half of it... stay standing right where it was.
The cut was perfectly clean. Blood hadn’t even started spraying yet.
Sss!
A soft sound hit his ears.
Like slicing through tofu.
Like..? No. Exactly like cutting tofu.
"When... did that happen?"
The fire-type supe’s eyes were still open and his mouth could still move, but the flames on his fingers were slowly dying out.
The bald giant stood there stunned.
He watched his buddy’s head roll right up to his feet, brain completely blank.
"Who the fuck is this guy? He looks kinda familiar!"
Hillel’s X-ray vision scanned the giant’s body.
"Hardened skin?"
The giant threw a heavy punch. Hillel didn’t even bother dodging.
Boom.
The fist slammed into his chest and the shockwave ripped outward.
"The air down here smells like ass. Wanna take this outside?"
Hillel asked the question but clearly didn’t give a shit about the answer.
He grabbed the giant by the head with one hand and shot straight up. freewebnovёl.ƈom
He punched a hole clean through the bunker on the way out.
Outside.
The reporter and cameraman were filming the massive crater, gushing over the sheer destruction from The Guardian’s stomp.
Suddenly a loud boom came from behind them.
Everyone whipped around and saw a streak of light blast into the sky before vanishing beyond the atmosphere.
Hillel carried the giant all the way to the edge of space.
One step away from the void.
"Come to think of it, I haven’t fucked around in outer space yet. Hey, that looks like the moon."
The giant’s face turned purple. Frost covered his body as his tough skin fought against the freezing cold.
But the cosmic radiation and vacuum were murder on any supe.
His eyes bulged, bloodshot and swollen. Blood leaked from his ears.
The second the blood floated out it froze solid in mid-air.
"Looks like you don’t enjoy playing outside, what a fucking otaku. Let’s head back."
Hillel grabbed the giant and hurled him toward Earth at full speed.
This move is called the Earth-Throw.
At Mach 30 the air around them turned into a blazing high-pressure inferno like a meteor. The giant’s defense was strong. He lasted over ten seconds before he melted into ash.
Hillel flew back down to the crater.
The speed-type supe tried to bolt, but Hillel broke through the surface and landed right in front of him.
"Bro, with speed like yours you could deliver takeout and make ten grand a day easy. Why the fuck become a terrorist?"
"Chasing some childhood dream?"
"Too bad. When you fuck with the forces of justice you get mandatory therapy."
Hillel wagged his finger.
The speed-type supe’s whole body started vibrating at insane frequencies. He wanted to blitz past Hillel and escape.
This trick had always worked before. Even Farid could only catch him by using the terrain.
Hillel raised his palm high, waving the guy forward like "go ahead, run."
Whoosh!
The supe was fast.
In Hillel’s eyes he was maybe a little quicker than a snail.
Hillel’s palm came down.
It sliced the guy clean from head to crotch.
In under a minute The Guardian had wiped out the three supes who had given Cate and Jordan such a hard time.
The two of them stood there with their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.
"What about... that guy with the hard skin, the giant corpse-looking one?" Jordan asked, still shocked.
He’d been knocked flat by one punch from that bald bastard. Even his male form defense couldn’t handle three seconds.
Yet Hillel had just grabbed the guy by the head and flown off with him.
The Guardian must have had trouble breaking through that defense, right?
"Him?" Hillel scratched his head. "...His defense was pretty average. I thought I could make a wish on a shooting star, but he melted into ash halfway down."
Melted... into ash?
What the hell did that mean?
Neither Cate nor Jordan got it.
"Hmm, we took a quick trip to space. The view was gorgeous, but that guy seemed kinda shy and didn’t appreciate my gift, so I let him come back on his own."
Yeah. Melted into ash.
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