Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

"Damn it! You can't run away with us!"

"Only if you stay will we have any chance of escaping!"

A man with blond hair and sunglasses on his face roared angrily at the burly man in rock armor.

"Fool! My mission is to protect you. Tell me, if I stay behind, who will protect you?!"

The burly man didn't let these people insult him. He frowned and glared fiercely at these shorty-looking guys. If his mission wasn't to protect these bastards, he would have turned them into mincemeat and jam long ago!

"Enough with the nonsense..."

"Quickly, take me over that iron fence!"

The man in black was somewhat angry. He turned around and looked at the dead end in front of him, where a two-meter-high iron fence blocked everyone's way. He coldly ordered the burly man.

"You don't need to say it..."

The burly man snorted coldly, picked up the two men in black with one hand each, like little chicks, and with a rapid stride, leaped over the two-meter-high iron fence!

"Oh my God……"

The man in black felt himself being lifted in someone's hand and soaring through the air. The thrill far exceeded that of a roller coaster at an amusement park, and his heart was pounding. Considering the hail of bullets behind him, this was definitely an extreme sport. He just wondered if Red Mou would be interested in sponsoring it.

Just when the man in black and the burly man thought they were safe, a boy wearing a red sweater, blue trousers, and a yellow scarf covering his face—a boy who looked incredibly silly—swooped down from the sky and headed straight for the burly man in rock armor.

"Holy crap..."

The burly man stared in surprise at the young man who was suddenly diving towards him. He hadn't expected to be so unlucky as to encounter a superhero as soon as he came out!

"boom!"

A deafening roar erupted, dust billowed, and the air currents reversed.

The burly man was sent flying by the idiot youth, along with the iron gate behind him!

"Forehead……"

After the burly man fell to the ground, he leaped up quickly. Looking at the two men in black who were barely alive, he knew he had messed up his job.

"Although I don't know who you are, you've messed with someone you shouldn't have!"

As he spoke, the burly man charged directly at the masked youth.

"It's so miserable..."

In the sky, Jupiter watched the scene unfolding before him in silence.

He watched as the young man was stunned by the strong man's combination of punches. The young man was none other than Jupiter's foolish little brother Mark. Mark, who had just awakened his Veltumian nature, had no fighting skills. He had strength but didn't know how to fight back. He was beaten very badly by the strong man. In the end, Mark relied on his strength and used high-speed flight and impact to knock the strong man away and win the victory.

You've messed with the wrong person!

Mark, his face covered, watched as the burly black man he had just killed, the one whose rock armor had been torn open to reveal his true, dark skin, completely lost his anger. At that moment, he was filled with a sense of accomplishment. He wanted his father and brother to see what he was doing. He had to tell them that he had succeeded, that he had defeated the enemy, and that he was a superhero!

"Mark, are you cosplaying a superhero? Your outfit is hilarious."

In the sky, Jupiter, with his arms crossed over his chest, slowly descended and smiled at Mark.

"Hey! Jupiter, did you see that? I just defeated a supervillain! I'm a superhero!"

When Mark saw Jupiter, his eyes lit up. He had been regretting that no one appreciated his work, and Jupiter's appearance was just in time. He was determined to show off his achievements, which would greatly satisfy his vanity.

"..."

Jupiter glanced at the car Mark had overturned and half the street destroyed, and nodded slightly.

"Well played!"

Jupiter gave a thumbs up. If Mark's goal was to destroy the streets, then Mark was indeed very good. He succeeded. He did it!

"No superhero dresses like a circus clown..."

"Come with me! You two need your own clothes!"

Just as Jupiter and Mark were chatting, a man with a small mustache, who looked like the newspaper editor from Spider-Man, slowly flew down from the sky. The man was none other than the most powerful person on the planet, the Omnipotent Man, who was looking at his two sons and speaking softly.

"I've been waiting for this for ages..."

Upon hearing this, Jupiter's heart stirred; he had long needed a set of sturdy clothes.

"clothing……"

Mark was naturally eager to get started.

Without saying a word, the three of them immediately flew into the sky!

As for the mess before us, there are naturally people who will take care of it...

suburbs……

Inside a tailor shop, an elderly man with gray hair is working on the latest Superman costume.

"boom!"

He didn't put down the clothes until he heard a loud roar in his ear.

"Long time no see, Atro!"

The all-rounder walked into the tailor shop and greeted the shop owner.

"It really has been a long time!"

Upon hearing this, the shop owner greeted him with a smile.

"Hello!"

Jupiter followed behind the Almighty, his hands behind his back, a warm smile on his face.

"Wow~ My God! This place is so cool..."

Compared to the mature Jupiter, Mark was more like a child who had found his favorite toy. He swiftly traversed the entire room, admiring the combat suits displayed there.

"Are these two your children?"

The tailor shop owner glanced at Jupiter, then at Mark, before turning to ask the all-powerful Nolan.

"Yes!"

Nolan nodded, then pointed to Jupiter behind him.

"The eldest son, Jupiter!"

"And my youngest son, Mark!"

Nolan then looked at Mark, who was running continuously.

It's a pleasure to meet you!

"My name is Atro Sambam, you can just call me Atro!"

“I have known your father for decades. I was your father’s first friend on Earth. I always looked forward to the day when I would grow old with Nolan, but then I learned that the great Almighty never grows old!”

Atro introduced himself to Jupiter and Mark, explaining his name and his relationship with Nolan.

"We aliens have never aged in thousands of years so that we can fight!"

After hearing Atro's introduction, Nolan looked somewhat smug. As a noble Viltum warrior, he could live for thousands of years without aging and was always at the peak of his combat power.

Chapter 8 'F' stands for a word

"Uncle Atro, you look very young too!"

Jupiter greeted Atro with a perfect smile.

"This child is so eloquent. He looks so strong, just as perfect as you!"

As Atro looked at Jupiter, he seemed to see the shadow of Nolan, the omnipotent being, in Jupiter.

"Of course!"

He will be my best offspring!

Nolan nodded; he was certain that his child would be the best.

"Can I have this dress?!"

On the other side, Mark was staring intently at a combat suit.

"Forehead……"

"sure……"

When Atro heard Mark's shouts, he just smiled faintly. Compared to the perfect, inhuman Jupiter, Mark was more like a child of this age. A teenager should naturally be more lively.

"I've already prepared clothes for you!"

As Atro spoke, he waved his hand, and suddenly the hatches of the two rotating cabinets opened, revealing two sets of combat suits.

"So cool..."

Mark was wearing an orange-yellow bodysuit, and he kept swaying his body after putting it on.

"Forehead……"

Jupiter's eyes flickered as he looked at Mark. To be honest, he was too ugly!

"Um, I'd like a white one, preferably similar to my father's, and could you also print a letter on the chest?"

Jupiter began to question Atro.

"of course can!"

Atro nodded. This request was simple for him. As a professional superhero suit maker, he received all sorts of suggestions from the heroes every day, and he would then make improvements to the suits based on those suggestions.

"But may I ask you a question!? Why do you have an 'F' printed on your chest? What does this 'F' mean!?"

Atro looked at Jupiter with some curiosity.

"Just like my father, the All-Powerful Man, everyone has their own hero name, a code name, right!?"

Jupiter pointed to his father as he spoke.

"Of course, so this F is..."

Atro understood Jupiter's meaning. Every superhero has his own code name, and even his fighting ability is the same. Not to mention the child of the Omnipotent Man, who is destined to become the greatest superhero in the world!

"F stands for F*CK! Fuck the world!"

Jupiter smiled slightly and spoke loudly.