The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

"Great... Lucas!" Someone in the crowd muttered these two words, though it was unclear who.

Great!

A being powerful enough to be unrivaled, yet willing to show mercy.

This title, which originally existed in the Viltrum dictionary to praise the Emperor, was thus truly placed upon Lucas’s head and spread like a virus.

...

Just when Lucas thought everything was stable, a trouble he hadn’t anticipated came knocking.

To put it simply, it was a group!

It was a group of female Viltrumites.

Unlike those gluttonous, rugged, and masculine ones, these female Viltrumites were almost all tall beauties with sleek figures, and beneath their delicate appearance lay a combat prowess even more ferocious than that of men.

The way they looked at Lucas was different from the men.

Male Viltrumites wanted to kill Lucas to prove their own strength and honor, but the female Viltrumites had many other things on their minds.

What burned in their eyes was not killing intent, but naked possessiveness.

Lucas didn’t pay much attention to it at first.

After all, he had ruthlessly killed Andressa, who was also a female Viltrumite; in some worlds, he would have been roasted to death for that.

But on Viltrum, no one cared about the gender of their opponent, not even if it was a plastic bag.

Until... there was such a group of true warriors.

True... man-women!

That was a female Viltrumite who could be called beautiful, and she pounced on him without any warning.

That punch was fast and ruthless, carrying full battle intent.

Lucas instinctively counterattacked, just wondering if he should do some chest-expanding exercises, when the other party spoke like thunder.

"Great Lucas! I will completely beat you into submission!" She grinned, her eyes blazing with heat, her face full of a desire to mate multiple times.

Lucas was stunned for a moment.

Wasn’t this straight ball a bit too straight?

"Don’t mess around, do you know that’s illegal? Where I come from, people like you would be tied to a stake and electrocuted for three days and three nights!" Lucas said, crossing his arms.

Viltrumite mating? No way! Absolutely not!

For Viltrumites, reproduction is a right that belongs only to the strong.

Only the strong are worthy of bearing stronger offspring.

And the only way to reproduce with a strong person is to defeat him!

Forcible mounting!

Just like damn primitive people.

Lucas didn’t realize at all that he had become a hot commodity in The Great Purge; he had fought through the entire field, even Conquest had been suppressed by him, and his personality was actually pretty damn good!

Weak?

You don’t know jack! This is called being a benevolent king!

"Defeat me, and only then will you have the right to refuse!" The woman looked at him with drooling desire.

"Just as the rumors say, you are not even a hundred years old, this is simply... too amazing!"

"Get lost, you horny thing, can’t you have some positive energy!" Lucas pushed the woman who pounced on him away, his face full of speechlessness.

I came to The Great Purge to train, aren’t you trying to break my virginity?

He was lustful, sure, but someone like you who actively throws themselves at him makes one a bit scared!

No one paid any attention to Lucas’s resistance.

Even his group of followers instinctively didn’t come up to help.

The logic of these people was simple: this is a good thing! How can the great Lucas not have offspring? Give birth to more, give birth to more!!!

Those female Viltrumites became even more excited.

In their perception, the stronger the man, the less likely he is to yield easily.

The more Lucas refused, the more it stirred up their desire for Conquest.

Thus, in the days that followed, besides having to deal with the challenges from Conquest, Lucas also had to deal with these female Viltrumites from time to time.

He didn’t kill them; sycophants are meant to be toyed with.

Moreover, this group followed him almost unconditionally, with only one request: Challenge, conquer, and then Viltrumite mating.

That was the procedure.

But Lucas never held back, beating them down on the spot, directly getting stuck at the first step and unable to proceed.

Lucas’s logic was also simple.

I hit so hard, surely you’ll give up eventually.

As a result, those female Viltrumites’ infatuation grew heavier, and their challenges became more and more crazy; sometimes it wasn’t even a fight anymore, and while fighting, their legs would wrap around him.

No, seriously, you horny bunch, is that what you call a proper fight? Can we have some positive energy?

"Why won’t you kill us? Is the great Lucas really a weakling?"

One day.

A female Viltrumite named Belesa finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

She thrust her palm into Lucas’s shoulder, and little pearls actually slid from the corner of her eyes.

"Woman, watch your attitude when you speak to me!" Lucas grabbed her cheek and lifted her up.

"Then kill me!" Belesa punched Lucas in the chest, but only left a bruise.

"Otherwise, reproduce with me!"

"Why should I? I gave you the chance to challenge me, it’s you who are useless!" Lucas threw her directly onto the ground.

Belesa launched herself up, but Lucas grabbed her wrist and smashed her hard into the ground.

Belesa attacked time and time again, and Lucas struck back time and time again.

He never held back.

"Kill me!!!" Belesa’s eyes were red.

She didn’t understand why Lucas would neither agree to reproduce nor be willing to kill her.

Other female Viltrumites floated around them, none of them attacking together.

They wanted individual mating rights; if they won by ganging up, who would it count for in the end? They couldn’t do it together, could they!

"There has been enough infighting among our own kind.

Look around, how many of our kin have died in this The Great Purge?" Lucas pressed Belesa’s head into the ground.

The hem of Belesa’s clothes had been torn during the fight, revealing a strong, slender leg.

But Lucas had not a shred of pity for her.

"Weakling! You are just a weakling!!!"

"This is the Regent’s order.

Are you going to question Thragg?"

"Coward!" Blood seeped from the corner of Belesa’s mouth, and she spat on Lucas’s neck.

"To hell with the Regent!"

Lucas threw Belesa to the ground, legs together, and turned to float toward a high place.

Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically split into two rows.

Lucas sat in a high place, like a king, looking down at his subjects.

"Belesa!" Lucas shouted sternly.

Belesa trembled almost instinctively and looked up, only to see Lucas raise his hand.

"Have you ever seen a dog?"

"No!"

"Then forget it.

Crawl over to me.

If you dare to fly, I’ll rip your legs off!" Lucas commanded.

Belesa turned her head, "I won’t listen to a coward’s orders!"

"Come here!"

Lucas stomped his foot, and the continental plate seemed to tremble.

Belesa’s body went limp.

He... he is so manly!

Belesa crawled on the ground, inching her way up to the high place until she reached Lucas’s feet.

Lucas lifted Belesa’s chin, "To tell you the truth, you look quite good."

"Judging a warrior solely by appearance is nothing but a disgrace to me!" Belesa shook her head.

"Is that so? I don’t doubt your honor as a warrior!" Lucas stood up and clenched his fist, as if holding everyone’s life in his hands.

He looked at Belesa, "But I highly doubt your charm as a woman.

I like strong women, but their strength must fight for me, not be used against me, understand?"

Belesa’s body went limp.

"You... what are you trying to say?"

Lucas grabbed Belesa’s neck and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

"Simple, you spat blood all over me, lick it clean for me!"

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