1 Actually Invincible

"Son, we need to talk." said Nolan Grayson to his son Mark.

It is the point in the story where every Mark self insert has his balls located somewhere around his throat, and for good reason. It's right about now when they realize that Nolan is one of the strongest Viltrumites with thousands of years of experience and that their complete hesitation to trust Robot and Cecil means that they had no way in hell to actually prepare for this conflict. A conflict with a man who gets more pissed the more he knows in his heart that you are right.

No amount of 'BuT U LuV Debbay!' is going to save you from this possibly lethal beatdown.

But me, I'm not too bothered, because unlike all those Bitch Mark's I am actually invincible, and it all started back when I was dead.

ENGAGE THE FLASHBACK!

I, like the rest of the people in this ocean of souls waiting for Judgment Day, was bored. Apparently Purgatory is just where everyone goes when they die, waiting for Jesus to make his big comeback and condemn everyone who had the audacity not to believe in him to eternal damnation. Not that I had anything to worry about, cause I rolled tight with the Big JC.

At least I hope that is what is going on.

But the boredom outweighed the worry by orders of magnitude and at this point I would literally sell my soul for a deck of cards. So when a side show opened up, Lived's Magical Wheel of Reincarnation I didn't even care that it was obviously the Devil working his evil angle.

"Step right up to Lived's Magical Wheel of Reincarnation, don't be shy. Come see if your karma score earns you the right to live a new adventurous life with marvelous powers!" the giant man with a name tag that read Lived shouted then turned to a soul trying to get a spin in and slapped him away, "Beat it deadbeat. I'll see you in Hell soon enough."

A few souls ahead of me actually qualified to spin the wheel and I figured out the gimmick. These were all good people likely slated for entry into Heaven, and the Devil was here to tempt them to live again with some kind of special power so that everything would go straight to their head and when they died again they'd be a shoo-in for Hell.

The wheel also took more and more unattractive options away the better the karma score found on a giant light up tower to further tempt people. After all, who wouldn't want to be Sasuke in Naruto with a goldfinger that makes you unrapeable so Orochimaru can't 'take muh tenda boi cheeks'? Seriously, that guy looked very happy with his spin.

When my turn came along the bright purple Karma Bar filled all the way to the top.

"Wow kid, whatcha do down there? Cure cancer?" Levid laughed and rubbed his hands together while the Magical Wheel of Reincarnation narrowed its options down to pretty much only outcomes I would enjoy.

"I made lots of cute cat videos." I responded then spun the wheel to get out of this seemingly never ending waiting room of an afterlife.

"Tonya!" Levid shouted to his nearby and much smaller assistant, "What's cute cat videos code for and is it the cheat codes to life?"

"Ummm… I don't think its code for anything, boss." Tonya answered while the first level of the three part wheel locked in on Invincible.

Please be Thragg. Please be Thragg. Please be Thragg.

Mark Greyson.

Damn. Better get a good gold finger or there are going to be a lot of panels of me getting the love of the Lord beat out of me.

While the Devil and Tonya argued about the secret meaning of cat videos the final wheel landed on 'With the powers of The Immortal'.

This caused both the Devil and Tonya to stop their bickering and stare at the Wheel.

"TONYA!" the Devil shrieked, "I thought I told you imbeciles no Immortality or combinations that lead to Immortality!"

"No take backs sucker!" I shouted as my soul flashed away like all the others before me, taking me to my new life where I would be tempted to corruption by my new powers so that when I die my soul goes to Hell.

Ha!

DISENGAGE THE FLASHBACK!

So that is why my balls aren't in my throat when my father said that to me. A magic meteor landed in the woods near my summer camp one night when I was ten years old. As I was out having a late night wank in the woods, I was the first on the scene and instead of going back to my cabin I slept next to the glowing space rock Vandal Savage style and gained the powers of the Immortal.

It also kick started my Viltrumite powers early giving me a beautiful double whammy of super strength, speed, durability, healing factor, as well as two different methods of flight and the Immortal wasn't deathly allergic to high frequency noises and neither am I.

And best yet, my gold finger seems to have classified The Immortal's size advantage over Mark as a power so I grew to six four and am built like a lean mean unit. Hell, I am even bigger because of my own dedication to gains.

After all, Plato once said: "There are three classes of men; lovers of wisdom, lovers of honor, and lovers of gain." and the first two won't do much when GigaChad Viltrumite Regent Thragg is coming to run his arm through your chest, but gains won't fail unless you failed to make them.

When my father put his hand on my shoulder he felt a delt cap like a bowling hanging off my body ready to dislocate itself and hit a strike, but enough about my body's godly striation and creeping vascularity.

"What's up, Dad?" I asked my father while once again ignoring my envy over his incredibly manly stache.

My father indicated to follow him and the pair of us shot into the air far over our backyard.

"Son." Nolan began and hesitated as he pressed his lips tightly to bite back any poorly thought words, "I know that you haven't… enjoyed… passing as a human since your powers came in, but you made a promise to your mother not to become a superhero till you were eighteen and while we may have… skirted the line over the years, you kept to it, and I appreciate you doing that."

"While I did not enjoy subjecting myself to an education system designed so poorly it churns out year after year of humans completely unprepared for adult life, it was easier to simply occupy myself with my personal studies than convince Mom that her culture doesn't know how to educate children and adolescents." I explained.

Of course fighting mother regularly over my C's get degrees decision making certainly didn't help, but the drama from my report cards and parent teacher meetings gave Debby some dramatic meat to chew. What could she do, send me to my room? Ground me? I was an adult in a child's body. I've had to work hard labor for a living. Going to my room is a dream come true. Oh no children who I don't like, I can't come outside and play with you because my mom grounded me for never doing any of my homework. Surely even Othello knows nothing of tragedy at this level.

At one point she tried taking away my philosophy and history books and I just asked her if she even realized how crazy it made her seem to take 'Modern Man in Search For a Soul' from her teenage son when the majority of parents let alone their children have never even cracked open a book by Sigmund Freud let alone the other great minds that so critically analyzed and conveyed the human condition.

"I read your paper on the topic." Nolan groaned, "All three hundred pages of everything wrong with the education system and how to fix from K through 12. The flames of your vitriol kept me warm the entire time, son."

"Do you know if the President read it?" I asked him, "I saw that you helped save his life on the news today and that seemed like a good time to ask about it."

"He didn't read it, Mark." Nolan delivered cold, "In fact I saw him shred the copy I left on his desk on my way out."

"Ingrate." I muttered, "Always going on and on about education reforms and I hand him a manifesto on how to turn humans into well reasoned, well adjusted, and well prepared adults and he commits this… crime against children. I always knew he was a dirtbag."

"And that is exactly what I need to talk to you about." Nolan clenched his fist in front of his chest, "These people, humans, they just aren't ready to accept great solutions, they aren't ready to accept the utopia Viltrum can bring them, which is why it is up to us to force them to accept our solutions before their mismanagement destroys themselves and this world."

My father in this life explained the truth about the Viltrumite Empire, tearing off the too good to be true façade of hyper advanced alien philanthropists to reveal the society of brutal conquerors hid so poorly beneath.

"You had my interest." I put my palms together and steepled my fingers, "Now you have my attention. I have so many questions right now. Objectives? Support? Pacification? Holding? But most of all, I want to know why anyone would observe this planet from space and want to be in charge of this absolute mad house of a world."

Nolan signed, "Okay. In order, conquer this world by any means necessary. No support, it's just us. We will use our power as Viltrumites to slay all those with the power to resist us and scare the rest into compliance. And for the big one…" Nolan ran a hand through his short hair and let out a big breath, "Normally, Viltrum wouldn't bother with such a backwoods low priority resource world, but the Empire experienced a terrible biological attack, Mark. No virus designed in nature could have accomplished what the Scourge Virus did. Over ninety nine point nine percent of the population died. We created a ring around the homeworld using their bodies."

The stoic man grimaced at the thought of that very incredible monument and continued, "Because of that virus the need to find hybrid compatible species became a top priority, and operatives like me have spread out across the galaxy to do so."

"Alright." I tilted my fingertips towards his chest, "I have ideas for how to proceed, but I think we should focus more on actually checking just how compatible our species actually are. I can have two maybe three hundred women impregnated by this time next year if my numbers keep growing like they have. How Viltrum dominance expresses itself over generations should be the primary delineator for our future actions."

Nolan shook his his head as if to clear out some emotional shock physically then held a hand up, "I'm sorry Mark, you kept talking but I was so caught up by the numbers you projected that I failed to understand the rest of what you said. Are you joking with me right now?"

I put a hand on his shoulder and my best patronizing smile, "Oh my sweet and innocent father. When you look as good as we do, I don't think it's even fair to call it game anymore."

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Author's note as the dedicated section now has a word cap.

Alright folks. I am playing with some tropes I usually ignore, so we will see it that gets people's dicks hard. This story is not a continuation of my mainline works, but a completely new narrative.

As you may have picked up, I have reduced the size of the setting to just one galaxy, as it takes light 2.5 Million years to travel between the Milky Way and Andromeda. Allen travels this distance multiple times in the story under self propelled flight and many characters are fast enough to give him the business. This speed is ridiculous, and makes a lot of the big drama scenes feel fake because you know Mark can travel so fast but he is always too slow whenever the plot demands it.

Anyway, no one is self propelled FLT in this fic. We all saw what happens when Omniman hit Mach 40 in atmosphere in the TV show. That was one of the coolest scenes ever, and that explosive effect is happening at only a fraction of light speed.

Also, Mark thinks the Immortal's powers make him immune to the sound frequencies that effect Viltrumites, but he isn't. That was such a poorly used plot device that I have pretty much taken it out entirely. Hell, at one point a villain reveals that a certain frequency immediately renders Viltrumites unconscious and is lethal at high enough volume.

The Viltrumites were the big bad in the series. The final boss was a Viltrumite that Mark fought on the surface of the sun. But he could have been killed anytime by a TRex man with a boom box.

WTF man.

Anyway, for the lore purists, certain frequency sounds can render Viltrumites disoriented and unbalanced, but no fucking sound wave is an off switch on the big bad. That is so fucking stupid it was never again mentioned in the comics.

Also the Flaxan Dimension isn't a perfect training ground for Viltrumites. While exersise certainly helps them expand their powers, age and innate talent is the biggest factor. Not every Viltrumite is of the Royal line with a girlfriend that can give him a power up anytime her plot armor kicks in.

Basically, the Flaxan dimension retards the aging process massively. Mark could spend a thousand years there and age up maybe a year physically. He could spend that thousand years flying around as fast as he can or flexing his muscles hard enough to cause hypertrophy, but it is not a perfect solution to the problem of Mark being at the start of his power curve.

Adding the Immortal's powers doesn't even help him that much as the Immortal is maybe as strong as the weakest Viltrumite showings. Maybe, but probably not. His powers give Mark an edge certainly, but don't think for even a minute that the Immortal +Mark powering up for eight years with moderate training = Thragg or Battlebeast.

In the comics Thragg is so fast and strong that anytime he wants to kill someone he does so immediately and without any resistance. The only exceptions to this are Battlebeast who he fights for days and post power up Mark who has been perfected by Eve's plot armor and is maybe equal to Thragg. Maybe, but probably not because he briefly uses an anti Viltrumite Battle suit against him and Mark still won by the skin of his teeth.

So thems my thoughts about some of Invincible.

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