TN: I’ll use the League of Legends nas on which the characters are based as they are more well-known. So characters are original ofc.
"Ti, space, mind..."
"Even after leaving the Marvel universes, the elents that make up a universe still can’t escape those sa six attributes!"
"Today, the one we’re observing is an utterly ordinary young man. It’s just that he’s about to stop being ordinary."
Within the invisible cosmos, a bald man no one could see stood among the stars, looking down at the blue planet beneath him.
On a street down below...
A sowhat handso young man walked through a narrow street with a bag of fruit and vegetables in his hand.
"There’s a fight! Soone’s dead!"
Just as the young man was wandering down the street with dull, lifeless eyes, a scream rang in his ears.
"What?"
The mont he heard it, his heart lurched. Fear flashed across his face and he turned to run.
Buzz!
But just as he turned around, his body suddenly began to flicker, and countless distortions swirled across him.
It was like a television glitching out, like the whole street had been sared with static and mosaic blocks. The entire scene broke down for several seconds before finally stabilizing.
"Super Seminary? The Super Seminary? Juxia City..." (YouTube)
The originally unremarkable young man suddenly seed like a completely different person. He stretched lazily, then looked at the fruit and vegetables that had been dumped onto the ground, a trace of displeasure on his face.
Inside an alley by the roadside...
"Holy shit, Darius, I think this guy’s dead!"
Three punks stared in panic at the chubby shut-in-looking young man lying on the ground.
"Look at the ss you idiots dragged into!"
The red-shirted middle-aged street thug they called Darius looked both anxious and rattled as he imdiately started chewing out the two lackeys beside him. (Reddit)
"Co on, Darius, don’t pin this on us. This guy ca at us swinging a brick the second he showed up. We thought he was one of your enemies!"
The two lackeys looked helpless and hurried to defend themselves.
"You’re still arguing back?"
The red-shirted thug looked even angrier.
Pfft...
Just as he was about to keep going, the shut-in youth sprawled on the ground, who had looked completely dead a mont ago, slowly got back to his feet. He looked flustered and disoriented.
"What is all this? What engine? What genetic engine?"
He looked baffled. He had no idea what his so-called genetic engine had just told him.
"So the kid’s not dead after all? You scared the hell out of ! If you’re fine, then get lost already!"
Once the red-shirted thug saw that the youth was okay, he finally let out a breath of relief and waved him off, telling him to get out of there and stop ruining his fun.
"L, let go of that girl."
The shut-in youth looked at the pitiful, delicate girl clutching the utility pole, then at the sleazy thug in front of her. A trace of fierceness appeared in his eyes.
"The hell? You’re trying to play hero in front of ?"
"I’m a boss, not so villain. I’m acting on passion here, not being a creep!"
"You’re just a punk who’s barely out of diapers. What the hell do you know? Go cool off sowhere else and don’t push your luck!"
One hand on his hip, the thug waved the other hand like he was shooing away a fly. His eyes were full of contempt for the young man.
"I, I..."
The shut-in youth felt the older man’s scorn bearing down on him. He clenched his fists. His face still showed panic, but his eyes gradually turned firm. Be a coward for life, or a hero for one mont, he had already made his choice.
"Hey."
"You were the ones making all that noise just now, right?"
Just as the shut-in youth was about to step in and play the hero, a calm voice poured over the alley like a bucket of cold water, snuffing out the heat in his chest.
"Huh?!"
The shut-in youth froze and looked to his side, toward the source of the voice.
A handso young man stood there beside him, holding a bag of vegetables, facing the red-shirted thug across from them.
"What, another one?"
"He your backup?"
"Hah, and what if he is?"
The red-shirted thug laughed loudly as he swaggered over to the handso young man in open provocation.
"Kid, where the hell are you from? Do you even know who I am?"
He stood in front of the handso youth with a smug, arrogant expression.
"Hey, man, be careful. These guys are all local punks, they don’t know how to hold back. Maybe we should just..."
The shut-in youth actually felt a little goodwill toward the handso stranger beside him, so he did not want this good-looking guy getting ruined by a thug like this. But before he could finish, the next scene scared him speechless.
"Did I say you could yell that loud? You scared the hell out of . Made drop all my groceries. Do you have any idea how expensive this stuff is right now? A lot of people can’t even afford to eat!"
The handso young man stepped forward and slapped the thug so hard that he was sent flying through the alley.
"Holy shit..."
"That’s god-tier strength!"
The shut-in youth stared with his eyes wide open as the thug got launched by a single slap.
"What kind of monster..."
The two lackeys were even more horrified, panicking so badly they did not know what to do with themselves.
"Darius? Darius, you okay? Darius is dead?!"
The two of them stared at Darius lying on the ground without moving and were so shocked they could barely get the words out.
"Man, throwing your life away over a street punk like that, it’s not worth it!"
The shut-in youth looked at the handso young man who had apparently killed soone with a slap, his expression complicated. He genuinely felt it was not worth it for the guy beside him.
"..."
The handso young man said nothing. He simply walked toward the red-shirted thug and his two little followers.
"Eek..."
The two lackeys looked at the murderous handso youth and panic filled their faces. They scrambled to their feet and tried to run.
"Wait for !"
And just as those two punks fled, sothing happened that shattered the shut-in youth’s entire worldview. The beautiful girl he had just been about to rescue actually ran off with the two fleeing punks toward the street outside.
"You think I’m letting you run?"
The handso young man looked at the three of them and snapped his fingers.
Snap.
At that sound, the clothes on all three of them instantly burst apart into countless strips of fabric.
"Now you can run."
The handso young man curled his lips into a faint smile as he looked at the three of them standing there naked. Death was not the worst thing in the world. Public humiliation was worse.
"Ahhh!!"
The three of them looked at their shredded clothes and imdiately crouched on the ground, clutching themselves and not daring to move an inch.
"Look at you. When I told you not to run, you insisted on running. Now I’m telling you you can run, and suddenly you stop. What, are you stupid?"
The handso young man looked coldly at the three people huddled there, too embarrassed to move.
"Man, I know you’ve got powers, I get it..."
"But using them like this, that’s kind of ssed up, isn’t it?"
The shut-in youth quickly accepted the fact that the handso guy had superpowers. After all, if even soone like him could co back from the dead, what was impossible in this world anymore?
At the sa ti, as he stared at that terrifyingly effective snap, a trace of longing rose in his heart. Yes, even though he said it was wrong, he wanted that kind of absurd power too. He just could not say it out loud. He was an upright loser.
"I do whatever the hell I want!"
The handso young man heard that, patted the shut-in youth on the shoulder, and smiled with an almost demonic swagger.
"Who, who’s talking?"
Just as the shut-in youth was getting creeped out by the sinister aura coming off the handso man beside him, the supposedly dead red-shirted thug on the ground suddenly ca back to life.
"So you finally woke up."
"Do you know what it ans when people say every grain cos from hard work?"
"Farrs work their asses off to grow these vegetables, and you trashed them just like that. Do you admit you were wrong?"
As he spoke, the handso young man never stopped moving. He grabbed the red-shirted thug by the throat with one hand, then stuffed fistfuls of fruit and vegetables into his mouth with the other.
"Today, you’re going to eat every last vegetable I dropped on the ground."
The handso young man grinned like a devil in human form.
For a mont, the shut-in youth actually felt a little sympathy for the red-shirted thug.
"B, big guy..."
"You can still eat vegetables after you wash them..."
The shut-in youth finally could not stand it anymore and tried to persuade him.
"Oh really? Then this cucumber is all yours."
The handso young man pulled a cucumber out of the plastic bag. But unlike the others, this one was a little special. Near the top, sothing black and foul-slling was sared across it.
"I didn’t say anything."
The shut-in youth lowered his head at once. Had he spoken just now? Of course not. He definitely had not said a word.
"Police, don’t move..."
Just as the shut-in youth was speechless, the sound of a police siren rang through the street. A pretty young policewoman in a short skirt, along with several middle-aged officers, walked over toward them.
Snap.
Seeing that, the handso young man dropped the red-shirted thug, whose mouth was now cramd full of all kinds of bizarre things.
"Looks like this universe’s Jovian inherited the most unrestrained side of the main-universe Jovian."
"And now we’re about to watch the story of Jovian tearing his way through Super Seminary. What kind of entertaining chaos will he cause, I wonder? I can’t wait. Stay with and keep watching..."
"As for who I am? I am the Watcher of the Multiverse..."
Out in the stars, a giant bald head raised his chin smugly as he talked in the vacuum of space. As for the rule that sound could not travel through a vacuum, that clearly did not apply to him. Physics simply was not enough to stop a bald man like this.
From the bald watcher’s perspective in the stars, Jovian’s avatar got into the police car.
"Oh! So even the most unrestrained Jovian is still afraid of angering the almighty Censor, a destroyer on the omniversal level..."
The bald man looked at Jovian getting into the police car and shook his head. He intended to keep watching.
Inside the precinct...
"Well now, a student at a top university, huh? How does a student like you end up mixed up with street trash like that?"
Inside a room, the pretty young policewoman looked over Jovian’s student ID, folded it back up, and slipped it into his pocket.
"I wasn’t trying to start trouble with them."
"They were fighting and knocked my groceries onto the ground. Once they got dirty, they weren’t edible anymore."
"And when I thought about what my teacher taught , it broke my heart, so I made them eat all the dirty vegetables right in front of ..."
"That’s not unreasonable, is it?"
Jovian wore the expression of a model student, a good kid who hated fighting and had only acted according to what he had learned from his teachers.
"This..."
The people in the room exchanged glances after hearing him out. The more they thought about it, the more it actually sounded like he had a point.
"Anyway, your idea isn’t wrong. Food shouldn’t be wasted, that part is right. But your thods were a little extre, and that part is wrong. Write a self-criticism, reflect seriously on what you did, finish the paperwork, and tomorrow morning you can go."
The older officer decided to let Jovian off just like that.
"Uncle Wang..."
But the pretty young policewoman still felt like it was not that simple.
"That’s enough, we’re done here. Go ask those other three why they were stripping in the middle of the street."
"And ask that unemployed middle-aged thug why he was fighting in the first place. The four of them are the real problem."
A few words from the old officer were enough to send everyone else out of the room.
"Fine!"
The pretty young policewoman still looked a little dissatisfied, but because of the older officer’s authority and rank, she could only leave the room.
"Young man, it wasn’t easy getting into a good school. You should work hard, study hard, and do sothing worthwhile with your life. That’s what you should be focusing on. Think it over."
After everyone else had left, the old officer gave Jovian a final line to think about.
"Not a bad guy..."
Jovian held the self-criticism paper in his hand and kept drawing circles on it. Honestly, everyone in this room seed like decent people.
"Hm?!"
While drawing circles, no, while very seriously writing his self-criticism, Jovian suddenly sensed sothing and looked up toward the sky.
He stared upward for a while, then lowered his head and started sketching on the paper instead.
"Taotie, Demons, the Mottled Blue Triangles, the Solar Dominion, Angels, Karthus, Zilean..." (Reddit)
Jovian drew a very elaborate picture on the sheet.
"Hopefully they won’t be stupid enough to make this difficult..."
Looking at the page in his hand, Jovian drew an X over the Triangles and the Taotie. He did not like ugly things, so those freaks who did not even look remotely human had to die.
Then he half-crossed out the Demons. So of the attractive ones could stay. The ugly ones could die.
He also put an X over Karthus. That bastard thought he could call himself a god? Now that Jovian was here, there would only be one god.
The Solar Dominion was not much better, so Jovian half-crossed that out too. In the end, only the missing Zilean and the Angels were left on the paper.
"The female angels are all great. The male angels can die."
Jovian half-crossed out the Angels too. Truth be told, he rather approved of the Heavenly Court Order, provided he himself stood at the center of it.
"Huaye has to die..."
"And there’s only one reason. This universe is not allowed to have a scumbag like that."
Jovian tossed the sheet of paper into the air, leaned back in his chair, and went to sleep, waiting for morning and for soone to co bail him out.
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