Almost Invincible (Invincible SI) ENG

8: New Friend

8: New Friend

"Oh Nolan!~"

Mark grabbed his head with both hands, staring at the ceiling of his room with irritation before deciding it was enough. He put on his shirt and without hesitation, opened the window and flew out.

The destination? Anywhere else where he didn't have to hear his parents having sex.

He soared through the clouds, breaking the sound barrier, and flew as far away as he could. Then he stopped and looked at the landscape beneath his feet. How long? How long had it been since he saw a human city? Since he was on Earth?

Measuring time in Flaxan wasn't easy. He had no way of knowing the difference at first, and when he gained enough knowledge to do so, he decided not to find out.

He felt it was best for his sanity. Living in Flaxan wasn't living; every breath was torture, every bite of food disgusting.

He had always told himself he had great willpower, but he had never truly tested it until Flaxan.

Of course, it wasn't all bad. He gained a lot of knowledge, experience, and strength.

In his last training bout with Nolan before returning to Earth, he had forced his father to step back several times. He wouldn't say he was as strong as him, but he wasn't far off.

He clenched his fist, feeling the air explode as it was forcibly compressed. He felt like he could destroy anything in his path; he truly felt invincible. Of course, this was an illusion, and he knew it.

He stopped when he reached Art's costume shop. He needed a new suit.

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"How does it feel now?" Mark shifted, stretched a bit, and nodded.

"It feels perfect now" His body had changed slightly, increasing his height a bit and his muscle mass as well. Art had to adjust the measurements of his suit.

The man was really good at his job. He had told Mark that he had started creating a third suit since he saw the news of the Flaxan invasion. From the beginning, he had guessed that Mark would need another replacement.

"I apologize for bothering you so soon, Art. I really should start taking better care of my attire"

The older man laughed and said, "Come on, kid, I make suits for superheroes. They mess them up all the time, and if I complained about it, I'd be out of clients"

"Maybe so, but it still must be annoying. I'll make sure to compensate you someday"

Internally, he apologized to Art. He would probably give him many more headaches in the future.

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"Invincible?"

Mark entered through the entrance of the Teen Team base. Unable to return home and with nothing better to do, he decided to report his return to the team.

"Hey"

Mark greeted Robot, who seemed to be the only one present in the base at such late hours. He wondered if Robot had been working on something or if his arrival had triggered some alert, hence the reception.

Robot approached. Being just a droid, it was somewhat complicated for Mark to know what it was thinking.

"I hope I'm not bothering, but I thought it would be good to inform that I'm okay"