An hour had passed in the Flaxan Dimension.
"The sky is beautiful today."
Mark stood looking up at the sky. On the ground around him lay a sea of unconscious Flaxans and the wreckage of hundreds of broken spider-shaped tanks. He looked down and saw another army approaching, still trying to take him down.
"This is going to get old very quickly."
Mark was already annoyed. They just kept coming. He rotated his right arm a few times, stretching it out. He was about to fight again.
"(Take aim! Fire!)"
The Flaxans opened fire with the laser cannons mounted on their spider tanks, aiming directly at Mark. He began dodging the incoming blasts.
'I'm still surprised I can understand them and communicate with them. Viltrumites really are the second-best race.' Mark smiled at the thought, reminiscing about old debates from his past life, posts comparing Kryptonians, Viltrumites, and Saiyans.
Then the Flaxans stopped attacking. They brought out a huge box. As soon as they opened it, they began running away. Mark tilted his head in confusion, but then he understood. They had released a beast to defeat him.
It was a serpent-like monster with arms, three-fingered claws, and a massive body that towered over Mark. The beast didn't hesitate. It slithered straight toward him.
Mark flew at the creature quickly, unwilling to let it trample the unconscious Flaxan soldiers beneath it. He closed the distance, clenched his fist tightly, and punched the beast square in the dome. The impact sent it crashing into the ground, carving out a crater. It died instantly.
Mark flew up into the sky and shouted as loud as he could, making sure everyone could hear his voice. "Bring me your king while I'm still being merciful!"
The Flaxan soldiers who witnessed the display were stunned. He had handled the beast they had created specifically for this occasion with terrifying ease.
'This isn't going to work. I guess I'll start searching for the king myself.'
Mark looked down at the soldiers and flew straight toward one of them, stopping directly in front of a Flaxan who was visibly shaking at the display of control.
"Bring me to your commander."
The Flaxan soldier gulped but kept his mouth shut. Mark rolled his eyes, sighed, and grabbed the soldier by the neck. He flew up into the air.
"So, will you take me to your commander?" Mark asked again.
The Flaxan still didn't answer. Mark sighed and simply let go. The soldier screamed, terrified, as he plummeted from the sky. Before he could scream any louder, Mark caught him by the ankle.
"Will you show me where your commander is?" Mark asked once more.
The Flaxan soldier nodded frantically. "(Yes! I can show you where my commander is! Please don't kill me!)"
"Good. If you had done this the first time, I wouldn't have dropped you from the sky," Mark said with a smile, though his mask covered it. His eyes closed with the expression.
The Flaxan soldier had no idea how to react, staring at Mark's face while dangling helplessly in the air.
. . . .
At the same time, the King of the Flaxans sat upon his throne. He was of the same race as his soldiers, green-skinned with four antennae and no nose, but he wore bulky, ornate armor that set him apart. His right elbow rested on his thigh, and his face sat heavy against his right palm. He stared ahead, deep in thought.
"(Has the intruder been killed?)" the King asked his subordinate.
"(The soldiers have been unable to stop the intruder, my King. He has defeated thousands on his own without showing any signs of fatigue.)" The subordinate kept his head bowed.
The King was impressed by the intruder's strength, but the situation had become increasingly dangerous. The intruder, Mark, had been calling for him ever since he arrived. The demand echoed across the battlefield. Bring me your king.
"(Did the soldiers use everything in their arsenal to stop him?)" the King asked.
"(They have, my King. But it proved useless. Even the uncontrolled beast was defeated with a single blow.)" The subordinate's voice wavered slightly.
The King sat in silence for a moment, thinking. Then he spoke, his voice cold and absolute. "(Launch the orbital cannon.)"
"(But my King, our soldiers are still in the area. Please recon—)"
The King didn't let him finish. He swung his hand, striking the subordinate down where he stood. The head fell from the body as it crumpled to the floor. The King turned his gaze to another subordinate standing nearby.
"(Launch the orbital cannon!)"
The subordinate bowed deeply and rushed out to obey the order. The message was relayed to the team operating the orbital weapon. When they received it, they were stunned.
"(Captain, are we really doing this?)" one of them asked, raising concern since Mark was likely with their own people.
"(Yes. Locate the intruder's coordinates,)" the captain ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. This was for the greater good.
When his team located Mark's position, they saw he was in the soldier barracks.
"(Our people are there, Captain. We can't do thi—)" the same soldier protested.
"(I can have you executed for disobeying the King's order,)" the captain said.
With that, they followed the command without further question and began the attack.
From every major city across the planet, the lightning-shaped barriers began to hum. Energy surged, building brighter and brighter until massive beams shot up into the sky. They converged on a colossal satellite in orbit. The satellite absorbed the power, aimed downward, and fired directly at Mark's location.
The beam struck the ground with a deafening roar.
BOOM!
A massive crater was carved into the wasteland. Smoke and dust billowed into the air, blanketing the entire area. The shockwave rippled outward, shaking the nearby cities. The Flaxan soldiers who had been retreating stopped and looked back at the destruction. Silence hung in the air.
The King watched through a viewscreen, his expression unreadable. "(Report.)"
The technicians scrambled. "(The target area has been completely obliterated, my King. No life signs detected.)"
The King leaned back slightly in his throne. A slow breath escaped him. It was over. He smiled. He had won so easily.