I’m motivated now!
Yosh!
***
“Ugh, the plumber should do their work properly!” Ben said, now transformed to the first form of Heatblast, sending massive fireballs at the aliens and incinerating them.
“Stop whining, Doofus! Some people are doing a lot more work than you!” Gwen said, wearing a purple mask that covered her upper face.
She sent pink constructs at the Flaxans, her eyes subtly staring at Superboy.
Although he was surrounded by five massive robots, he wasn’t being suppressed.
Instead, it was the complete opposite.
Boom!
A robot controlled by a Flaxan punched Superboy, but he easily caught the massive fist and twisted it, then ripped it off the robot.
The place where the arm was detached coursed with electricity.
Boom!
Superboy flew forward, appearing above the armless robot in a flash, and dragged his pilot out before violently throwing the Flaxan at an approaching robot.
Because of the force, the robot staggered back, and Superboy exploded forward, his arm piercing through the Flaxan’s chest, fingers digging into the chest of the robot.
He effortlessly lifted it, using it as a bat to strike another approaching robot, sending it flying.
The two other robots, standing a few meters away from him, raised their hands.
Their fists opened, and a searing red beam struck Superboy from two locations.
Then, a small part of their backs opened, releasing numerous missiles which traced a parabolic motion and struck Superboy, raising a cloud of smoke that obscured his figure.
Zoom!
The smoke cleared, and Superboy’s figure was revealed.
His costume was intact without any tear, just like his body.
Superboy turned to the last robot, and before the pilot could react, he vanished—the asphalt beneath his feet caving in from his raw power—appearing in front of the robot.
His tensed arm punched forward; Although he didn’t touch the robot, the mere shockwaves that erupted from his fist sent the destroyed robot flying back into the portal, its pilot dead.
Superboy’s laser swept through the scene, slashing through numerous Flaxans.
Exhaling, his eyes hardened.
‘Don’t falter now,’ he thought, and continued killing.
He moved so fast around the area that Ben’s team and the Teen Team only saw a blur before numerous Flaxans burst apart.
Flying up, his laser swept across the asphalt road, cutting through Flaxans.
“Ru Moy!” a Flaxan shouted, and the others, without hesitation, turned back and ran towards the portal, abandoning their invasion plan…
again.
Superboy slowly descended to the ground, and Ben, with a flash of red, turned back into a teenage boy.
“Okay, I’m not gonna lie—that shockwave thing? Pretty impressive!” Ben said as he gave a thumbs up to Superboy with a toothy grin.
Superboy chuckled.
“You were also impressive.”
“Hey, what can I say? When you get the most powerful weapon on your wrist, you learn to make an impression,” Ben said, raising his hand wrapped in the Omnitrix, causing Gwen to deadpan.
“Superboy, your current output exceeds my previous data logs. Have you managed to increase your physical capabilities, or were you simply concealing your true potential from us until now?” Robot’s mechanical voice cut in.
Superboy turned to him.
“I prefer to keep it as my secret.”
“The current global stability has deteriorated significantly, and the deployment of premier superhuman assets is required. Director Stedman has authorized the restructuring of the Guardians of the Globe. It is our official recommendation that you join.”
Superboy raised an eyebrow.
“Recreating the Guardians of the Globe? What about The Seven? Aren’t they already alternatives for the seven guardians of the globe?”
“The Seven are corporate entities under Vought International jurisdiction, optimized primarily for public relations, media engagement, and merchandising revenue,” Robot said calmly.
“Their combat efficacy, tactical cohesion, and ethical boundaries do not meet the baseline criteria required by the Global Defense Agency. To rely on them for authentic global defense would be a catastrophic strategic error. The new guardians must be an independent, functional military unit.”
“I see. But I’m sorry, I’ll have to decline. I like working alone,” Superboy said with a smile, and before Robot could say something else, he soared into the sky, leaving the group behind.
Robot turned to Ben’s team, but before he could propose the idea, Ben cut him off.
“Look, metallic brain, I don’t do the whole ‘official roster’ thing. I’ll pass,” Ben said as he waved his hand and walked away together with Kevin.
“He’s right. Our team operates best independently, Robot. We’re happy to coordinate with the GDA when necessary, but we aren’t joining a government roster,” Gwen said, then followed her team, leaving the Teen Team alone.
Atom Eve, who had been floating calmly and quietly, finally spoke.
“If you’re building a new team, leave my name off the list. I’m going alone from now on. I need to get away from this entire toxic setup and figure out who I am without a superhero title.”
Saying those words, Atom Eve soared into the sky, leaving the Teen Team and Invincible behind.
Noticing Robot’s gaze, Invincible shrugged, ” Sorry.
My Dad said I should also act solo”
***
A/N:I felt like making this announcement even if I lose readers I feel like I should address this matter.
Like I wrote in chapter 2, the early arcs of this novel is about character development.
They would be fighting, they would be lemons but they mostly will be character development.
He’ll slowly change to become a character who can kill without batting an eye but that is in the future.
So please, I don’t hate the correction from writers and some criticism in fact I accept it since I can improve through it but I hope you won’t target me using topics that I clearly gave warnings, such act are what discourage writers and make them lose inspiration.
Please I beg of you, if you can’t stop the criticism at least do not use topics I warned against—He’ll change but not now!