Chapter 8: Death note

- We need your help on case #6969, called by subject #1.

- What do you want?

- Ahem, the object got out of the lab and is in Japan. His parents, as we agreed, sent him to study in Yuei, but the anomalies near the house where he resides make us concerned, as well as his mental state.

- Do you want me to kill him or something?

- In short, yes. We hope that you will be able to carry it out, don't ask about the reward, we are well aware of what you need. We look forward to hearing from you, see you soon.

The man in the business suit put aside the button phone, which literally disappeared into thin air, as if it never existed.

- Are you sure he can handle it? After all, Heisenberg hasn't discovered a single weakness; he's immune to any damage.

The guy with the long mustache turned to him, having doubts about whether the mad scientist-alcoholic could do anything to the invulnerable and incredibly strong teenager.

- You underestimate Professor Sanchez, though he's no genius doctor like Christophe, he's much better at creating technology that can destroy worlds, if not universes.

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Unknown City, Smiths Garage, 8:34.

Amidst the junk as well as the incredible inventions, the mere sight of which causes the average person to tremble, was a seventy-year-old, lean, tall man with gray hair, a furrowed brow and a greenish burp on his lips, leaning against a flying saucer. He wore a white robe, a blue turtleneck, and dark brown pants with a black belt that housed a homemade portal cannon with which the man could travel through various dimensions.

- Bwaaaah.

The man burped right into a small smartphone and tossed it into the trash, glancing up at the ceiling.

- So that old prick is dead, well, that was to be expected. Are you done in there, Morty?

A fourteen-year-old teenager in a yellow T-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers, drenched in an unknown liquid, crawled out from under the UFO.

- Yeah, I put the brake tube back on, Rick. Who called you?

- A classmate from school, asked me to help him with a case.

- What's the job?

- To kill the physical incarnation of a god.

- Wh-what?!

- This man is incredibly strong physically, rugged, has dozens of abnormal abilities, and is able to interact directly with space. Such a designation suits him, because on top of that he is constantly getting stronger.

- Wow, is he cooler than the Almight?

- A couple tens of thousands of times, Morty, a couple tens of thousands of times. The exact capabilities are unknown, as they could entail the destruction of a planet, and possibly the universe.

- And why kill him? He goes to the best hero university.

- Oh, Morty, humans are very emotional creatures, and if he gets angry and wants to destroy the Earth, it would be problematic to stop him

- Wouldn't it be better to send him to another universe?

- It won't work, at the slightest danger he'll eliminate us, going to him out in the open is the worst possible option of all, but it would be a weighty loss to reject him, but he'll be left last if everything goes by the worst possible coincidence. All right, Morty, enough idle chatter and get me the notebook sheets from the bathroom.

The teenager went to the table, where there were: an ionic disintegrator capable of atomizing almost any object into molecules; boots with a foot machine gun and a retractable, laser knife from the nose of the shoe; underpants capable of increasing the size of the childbearing organ a hundred times, though with one drawback - the fifth point would also be enlarged; lens glasses enabling one to see through zinc and lead. In the midst of these ingenious inventions lay an object that helped him find any object within a radius of a hundred kilometers-a glove that scanned the area with the help of the human body. Morty immediately put it on and went to the bathroom, following the glove's radar.

The man began staring intently at the ceiling, considering and discarding various options for destroying object number one, Alex Adan.

- Okay, I'll think of other options for now. I can try to find a parallel version of him and set him up to fight this one... We'll need to set up some portal turrets and traps to move it to another universe. Running from one to the other is getting pretty tiresome to me.

- Ri-ick, all the sheets are in the shit!

- There should be clean ones, Morty. You better look!

- Haa.

The teenager continued rummaging for a blank notebook sheet, holding his breath again as Rick began to dial the number of an acquaintance from the other universe. The clock screen changed and an image of a black-haired man with a kindly smile appeared.

- Hello, Goku. How are you? I'm fine too, I have grandchildren growing up. How's it going with the tournaments, have you done them all? Oh, you're still competing... Are there a lot of opponents left? Right, I just have one powerful creature I need to deal with right now, but it's not a deadline, so don't worry about it. Call me when you get a chance, okay? All right, I'll leave you to it, beat 'em all!

The clock went off, signaling the end of the conversation.

- He wouldn't be free for a couple of months, but if that didn't work out, we could take that option. Morty, are you dead in there?

Following the teenager, Rick found only a breathing body with blank notebook pages clutched in his right palm.

- Oh no, Morty, you crumpled them.

The man took the sheets and kicked his grandson, causing him to wake up and stand up while a hand consisting entirely of human waste appeared in the toilet bowl behind him.

- Rick, I think there's increased radiation in here, caused by a mutant. I thought I saw some tall, dark figure.

The shitty limb waved one last time and disappeared into the vastness of the sewer.

- You're imagining it, Morty, you're imagining it.

The man returned to the garage and took a pen out of his desk drawer, where he kept dozens of other inventions and cures that could change the whole world: the immortality pill, though it was unfinished and every time someone tried to swallow it, everyone choked and died; a pillow of awareness that allowed you to always know when you were sleeping; a smartphone without cameras, so no one could watch a person and many other trinkets.

- What are these pieces of paper?

- It's the paper from the notebook of death, Morty. You can use it to kill almost any living thing, you just have to know the name of the target.

- Wow, what a powerful notebook. Where did you get it?

- I stole it from a Japanese schoolboy. He didn't need it anyway.

Rick started writing down the name of subject #1 and how he was to die.

" Alex, 8:49, cardiac arrest "

- He should be dead in minutes. As long as there's time to spare, it's okay to have a drink.

____ UA Hero Academy, 8:49

The black-haired young man sat quietly at his desk, when he suddenly felt that his heartbeat had stopped. From this, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but not at a loss, he hit his chest, launching an important organ.

— What are you doing?

The explosive blond spoke dumbfounded.

- Something heart stopped, I had to start it again.

____ It's been hours ____

Rick lay in a space dish with the interior completely puked on while Morty puked in the trunk. Hearing his phone ring, the man took the call.

- How's it going?

- Isn't he dead?

- No.

- I see, we'll have to use another remedy.

- Okay, I'll talk to you soon.

The short conversation ended, forcing the drunken Rick to take an instant sobering pill from his robe pocket. He was back to being as if he hadn't been drinking, but had finally puked up everything but himself.

- Morty-bhwaaaaaah, get out while I go assemble a homing laser rifle with an intercontinental range that won't incinerate everything around it when it's fired.

The man returned to the table and proceeded to assemble the weapon while his grandson stopped puking in the trunk and went to get a mop, a bucket of water, and a couple of air fresheners.

Nearly half an hour later, Morty was done cleaning, and so well that the UFO was glowing with cleanliness. Rick, on the other hand, finished with a rifle that was larger than the man himself.

- Great, now all that's left is to set it up.

Rick pulled a screwdriver out of his pocket and quickly secured the weapon, immediately proceeding to take aim. After calibrating the scope, he tagged Alex and fired, causing the ground beneath the man to shake a little, but it withstood the momentum of the shot.

A powerful laser beam, around which space was distorted, headed for Japan while Rick pulled out the spyglass he had improved and watched its direction. The laser casually mangled a couple of people, but it didn't slow down. When the shot almost caught the black-haired young man who was on his way back from school, all the guy did was extend his left arm and the beam disappeared as if it didn't exist.

- Holy shit, he can absorb energy too, or he just teleported. Okay, we'll have to use another solution.

- Rick, why don't you try calling Saitama?

- Alex is human after all, so the bald one will be held back, which will result in colossal destruction, but not target death, and we don't need that.

- Then Garou?

- Weak for him, but it's worth a try. Get your spacesuit on, Morty, we're going to Mars.

Putting on a white, tight-fitting spacesuit, Rick used the portal cannon and transported himself and his grandson to another universe, where there was just a large-scale battle between the Good in the form of a bald, naked, pumped-up man and the Evil, representing the same man, whose body had undergone a change - his appearance had become entirely the color of a faceless void, while the front of his body was decorated with stars and galaxies and nebulae, and dark bandages were developing from his shoulders, in space.

As they were about to collide again, a green portal arose between them and two men emerged from it.

- Stop, men, I have a proposition for you.

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