Invincible: Krypton's Legacy

The Grayson household was peaceful that morning. Debbie hummed softly as she flipped pancakes, Nolan sat at the table with his newspaper and coffee, and Mark leaned against the counter, still waking up. While his body didn't need to sleep with his Kryptonian physiology, his mind couldn't get rid of the habit from his human years.

A sudden knock at the door broke the tranquility. Debbie frowned, setting the spatula down as she went to answer it. Standing at the door was Cecil Stedman, his signature calm but stern expression immediately putting the household on edge.

"Cecil?" Debbie asked. "What brings you here?"

Cecil stepped inside, nodding to Debbie before turning his attention to Nolan. "We've got a situation. He's back."

Mark tilted his head, intrigued. "What's going on?"

Cecil ignored the question, focusing on Nolan. "You've encountered him before."

Nolan folded his newspaper with a deliberate slowness, his eyes narrowing. "If it's who I think it is, it's not a big deal. Just some alien that shows up every now and then. I fight him for a while, he gives up, and I throw him back into space."

Mark inwardly thought. 'Allen!'

Cecil continued. "He just passed Mars and will be in our atmosphere within 15 minutes."

Debbie glanced at Nolan, worried. "What are you talking about? Nolan just got out of the hospital."

Nolan sighed. "This guy is not that tough, just super annoying. I'll handle it real quick."

Mark stepped forward, his expression confident. "I've got this."

All eyes turned to him as his casual clothes shimmered and morphed into his Invincible suit, the adaptable fabric responding instantly to his thoughts.

Debbie raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Do you always have that on?"

Mark smirked. "Pretty much."

Nolan studied him for a moment before giving a small nod. "Just hold your breath. You don't need to breathe in space."

Mark returned the nod, his grin widening. "Got it."

Cecil opened his mouth to say something, but Mark was already gone, launching himself into the sky with a sonic boom.

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Breaking through Earth's atmosphere, Mark slowed his ascent, letting the golden rays of the sun wash over him. His Kryptonian cells surged with energy, the warmth of the sunlight amplifying his already immense strength.

'This feels incredible', he thought, his senses sharpening as he basked in the sunlight.

His supervision flickered, scanning the vast expanse of space. That's when he saw it—an orange blur moving at incredible speed, headed straight for him. Mark tilted slightly, floating out of the blur's path with ease.

Mark shifted slightly, casually floating out of the blur's path. The figure zipped by, stopping and turning back. It was a muscular orange alien with only a single eye. The alien grinned, communicating with Mark's mind. "You're good! Let's see what else you've got."

Mark smirked. "Alright, let's dance."

Allen unleashed a flurry of punches, each one faster than the last, but Mark met them with ease. Dodging, blocking, and countering, he found himself enjoying the spar.

"Not bad," Mark thought. "But let's see how you handle this."

Mark suddenly closed the distance, throwing a punch that connected squarely with Allen's chest. The impact sent Allen hurtling through space, tumbling uncontrollably until he collided with the surface of the Moon.

Mark winced. 'Oops. Didn't mean to hit that hard'.

Allen floated back into view, coughing blood and clutching his abdomen. "Okay… you've got a hell of a punch."

Mark approached cautiously, his concern evident. "You alright?"

"No," Allen telepathically communicated, his voice laced with pain. "Pretty sure, I am dying."

Mark placed a hand on Allen's wound, summoning the magical energy he had honed during his time in the Flaxan dimension. A soft golden light enveloped Allen's injury, quickly knitting the torn muscles and organs back together.

Allen blinked, his expression shifting to surprise. "What was that?"

"Magic," Mark replied.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Allen's body began to subtly change. Mark didn't know it but his single casual punch put Allen in a near-death state triggering Allen's innate ability to grow stronger after recovering from severe injury. The process was slow but already taking effect.

Allen rubbed his abdomen. "Well, you're officially the coolest guy I've fought. And trust me, I've fought a lot. My name is Allen, by the way"

Mark chuckled. "Mark Grayson, what are you doing here?"

Allen shrugged. "Coalition of Planets sent me. Standard procedure. Gotta test Urath's Champion, and make sure you can handle any big threats. You passed."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Urath?" he said, correcting him with a small smirk. "This is Earth."

Allen blinked, tilting his head in confusion. "What?"

"This is Earth," Mark repeated, his tone amused. "Not Urath."

Allen's eyes widened, his hand still clutching his healed wound. "Wait. Are you serious? Did I…? Oh, no. I'm at the wrong planet. This is so embarrassing. I need to—"

"Hold on," Mark interrupted, raising a hand to stop Allen as the alien began to panic and turn to leave. "You said you were sent to test Earth's—or Urath's—protector, right? What exactly are you protecting it from?"

Allen hesitated, his expression growing serious. "Well… it's complicated."

Mark floated closer, his expression calm but his tone probing. "I've got time."

Allen sighed, the humor in his telepathic voice replaced by a weightier tone. "There's this… empire. The Viltrumite Empire. They're the worst kind of threat—a conquering race of superpowered beings who don't stop until every planet in their path bends to their will. The Coalition of Planets sent me to make sure Urath has someone strong enough to handle them if they ever decide to show up here."

Mark kept his face neutral, though inwardly his heart raced. 'He's finally talking about it'. After a moment, he spoke, his voice steady. "I know about the Viltrumites."

Allen's eyes narrowed, his wariness immediately returning. "You know about them? How?"

"Because I am one," Mark said, his tone calm and deliberate.

Allen froze, his glowing eyes widening in disbelief. He instinctively floated back, his body tensing. "You're… Viltrumite?" His telepathic voice carried a mixture of shock and alarm. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not," Mark said calmly, holding his hands up to calm the alien. "But hear me out—I'm not like them."

Allen didn't relax, his voice sharper. "How can I believe that? Viltrumites don't protect planets—they conquer them."

Mark floated closer, his tone measured. "I'm half-Viltrumite. My dad is one of them, but my mom is human. I was raised here, on Earth. And I'm not interested in destroying this planet. I quite like it," He joked.

Allen studied Mark for a long moment, his gaze searching. "If your dad's here, it's not by accident. Viltrumites don't just settle down on random planets. He's here for a reason."

"I know," Mark admitted. "That's why I want to understand more about the Viltrumites. What I'm up against."

Allen's eyes softened slightly, though his caution remained. "You're serious about this? You're not just saying it to get me off your back?"

Mark nodded, his gaze steady. "Dead serious. If I wanted to conquer Earth, I wouldn't be standing here trying to convince you I'm on its side."

Allen sighed, his tense posture relaxing slightly. "Well… if you're telling the truth, you might just be the best hope Earth has."

He reached into a small compartment on his belt, pulling out a sleek, circular device. "Here. It's a Coalition communicator. It's encrypted—only I or the Coalition leaders can send messages to it. I'll report this to the Coalition. They'll want to know about you and give you a call."

Mark took the device, gripping it tightly. "Thanks. I'll be sure to answer."

Allen hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I hope you're as different as you say you are. Because if the Viltrumites find out you're not on their side, they'll come for you. And they won't stop until you're dead."

Mark smirked faintly, the fire in his eyes undeniable. "Let them come. I'm ready."

Allen chuckled faintly, though the weight of his words lingered. "You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that." He floated back.

With that, Allen gave a mock salute and shot off into the void, leaving Mark floating in the golden sunlight, gripping the communicator in his hand.

Mark smirked to himself. He intended to use Allen as a catalyst to hasten the Viltrum Empire's arrival. Knowing there were Viltrumite moles within the Coalition council, he planned for Allen to report his presence back to the Coalition, setting his strategy into motion.

Mark continued to float in space enjoying the feeling of the sunas he grew stronger. He contemplated dipping into the sun but he wasn't sure if he suit could survive the temperatures of the sun just yet. He'll have to test that out. For now he just glided through space drinking in the sun's rays.

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Author's Notes:

In terms of schedule I'll be trying to update on webnovel about one chapter every 3-5 days and on p*tr-eon it'll be about one chapter every 2-3 days.