"Haha! He probably has a better voice than I do! And I'm a damn Immortal! Lie, lie, lie~! Because I love it when you lie, lie, lie~!"

Halting his fluid footsteps, pausing his dancing and singing, Alexander arrived in front of a pair of gates underneath the darkening sky. He was in a classy residential area.

"My new home for now!" Kicking the gates open, they crumpled like pieces of paper. It was as if they were made from aluminum foil.

"It's pretty decent... the garden is big, but not too big. Why a fountain here though? Anyway..."

Being quite noticeable to say the least, the owner of this modern styled mansion shouted from the second floor, still behind a wide patio door.

From the now opened dark wooden door of elegance beneath, a group of bodyguards dressed in dark suits ran at him. They wore sunglasses even though there was no sun, neatly organized.

"You guys know some group tactics huh? You think you're invincible after learning barebone martial arts?" Laughing his head off, Alexander gently flicked his wrist, an invisible blade of sealed shockwaves passing through their bodies, surgically breaking the bones of all guards, reducing them to mere bone dust particles without harming anything else.

An easy feat for his martial mastery. Shockwaves fluctuating and pulsating extremely fast, but without much room to move. This could not harm the skin or the flesh, as these materials were quite soft and malleable. Bones on the other hand... Being so hard made them perfect targets for such arts, reducing them to bone powder. It was the same idea as a cast or bone saw.

The bodyguards then fell over, their bodies limp and extremely flexible all of a sudden. There was no blood loss, but their immune systems must have been greatly impacted, let alone their lives from now on, if they had any left.

"I know how to do it, but do the people of Earth know how to regrow bones? I don't think you can turn dust... well, actually..."

With how precise he had hit them, could their bones recover? If the muscles and overall fleshy areas did not invade the space where their bones stood rooted prior, the bones might have a chance to mend themselves as usual. Though the end result of such luck might leave them suicidal.

But this was not for him to consider. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Tough luck, hey? But that's life. You can only blame yourselves instead of wailing like that. Just faint like your friends behind and stop annoying my eardrums, will you?" Stepping over the remaining crying bodyguard on the grass and path, his boots crushed the bald man's organs to mush.

"Oops, I hope I'm not too heavy." A giggle hidden behind his hand like a princess from an old cartoon, he continued forward. As for the dying guard, he could now proudly say to have endured not only his bones reduced to dust, but also the weight of mountains on his back. If it was not important, Alexander would not control his weight so much. Even a mortal body could become so heavy when infused with potent energies.

The remaining ones were the bald and chubby middle aged owner along his family.

His Void Sense catching a middle aged woman as well as a young man and woman, he vanished.

Fading in behind the quite large mansion, he cut off their escape route. Giving a small flick of his fingers aimed at a wall, the bald owner on the other side of the mansion had his head explode like a watermelon, painting the second floor bedroom red.

'Oh...' Rewinding time, he redid his flick, this time only breaking the man's spine from top to bottom.

'I'm not cleaning this shit.' His gaze returning to the petrified group, he flicked his wrist again. A giant shockwave echoing to the trained senses, it suddenly converged on them, turning flesh to liquid. Then, the same giant shockwave hit each of them consecutively. The young man was first, his head almost ripped off his neck from the sudden change in momentum, punched from his left, his body sent spinning with his feet leaving the ground.

The same happened to the poor sister, her right cheek hit so brutally, she felt her spine crack.

As for the mother, she did not even have the time to shed another tear from seeing her children get hurt that a blow came from above. It forced her neck to collapse inside her own thorax, her skull bending like slime from the invisible strike.

Waving his arm, their corpses as well as the owner's and bodyguards' were sent into space where they would be chopped into pieces by space debris.

"Like I said. My house now."

Entering it, Alexander wandered around the interior. Pale wooden floor with white walls everywhere. An open kitchen and expensive art pieces everywhere he looked.

'Is this worth something?' Looking at a painting, Alexander was at a loss.

'Is it a joke maybe?' How could he not think as such? The painting... was not really one. It was a blank canvas. And when he saw a very small hidden price tag, he almost choked.

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'Two million dollars?! It may be insignificant to me, but what the hell? Why pay for this? Just buy one at a random store! It feels even more stupid and wasteful than when I just throw valuables on the ground to see peasants fight for them.'

'Maybe this fool had a reason...' Tearing it off the wall, he burned it to oblivion.

'But I'm not here for this...' Rummaging a specific space ring, he was left with a sigh.

'I forgot to take some.'

Teleporting, his body reappeared on the busy streets nearby.

Soon finding his target, he faded out.

Fading back in, he was now inside a store.

"I'm taking these, no need to thank me." Stealing game consoles and expensive computers, he vanished once again.

Back to the mansion, he installed everything in the living room. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he took out a controller.

"Alright! Let's start with what I might not enjoy anymore."

Spending a few days trying out different games, he was indeed bored. With his senses, he could do everything frame perfect every single time. There was absolutely no challenge.

In these past few days, he became number one on each online game he played. Always using the highest sensitivity for first person shooters as well, becoming a cheater, but without any cheating software.

Then came the last group. Novels and comics. But he did not really need to read them now, though he planned to. Since he copied everything, he could just delay this. Therefore, he laid on the floor, resting his cheek on his palm.

"Let's see... There are so many where the authors died... unfortunate. I could revive them... but I'm really too lazy for that. Most of them rushed the endings as well."

About to spend years reading everything he could, a knock came from the door. His eyes gloomy, he slowly stood up from his lazy position as his body changed. Reaching said door, he slowly opened it.

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A few minutes prior.

"Why were we even dispatched..."

"Leader, are we going?" Having just finished reviewing the three plans, a group of special forces wearing black clothes waited.

"We are. Plan A in execution." Putting on their night visions, as night had already fallen since a few hours, the moon unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, nowhere in sight, the horizon pitch black outside.

Exiting a black van parked dozens of meters away from the gates, they hurried stealthily. Only a third remained at the gates by the end, the two other thirds of their group encircling the mansion.

Taking out fancy equipment, they climbed the fences and trimmed plants with ease. They were like cats in the dark, preying on the giant mouse with greed.

As the first group arrived, the leader knocked on the door. The scouts confirming the target's movements, the leader prepared himself, his teammates on each side of the door, ready to strike.

But when the door opened...

Even as one of luxury, the wooden frame taller than most, the man behind was simply too big.

'What the...'

Unable to see the target's face, the leader only saw a burly body in white eastern robes obstruct the entire view behind. He was so tall and thick that even this doorway could not let a shred of light from behind pass through.

'What the fuck is this..? Was this in the report? He has to be two... no... over three meters tall! Can we neutralize him without firearms?!'

Taken out of his reverie by the man in front grumbling, the leader steeled his resolve, taking a step back.

"Sir, is this your package?" Because of Alexander's height and frame, the leader could not strike him on the chin or temple accurately. Therefore, he had to bait him out. Aware of this, Alexander still followed the man's wishes with an inner grin. Who would not be suspicious of a man dressed like this?

Bending his torso, he stepped outside, on the stone path.

The lights from two electric lanterns on each side illuminating the scene, the leader could see Alexander a bit better.

'This is not going to be good...' In the realm of mortals, a difference in physique between people could make or break a victory. Even if one was from special forces, facing a titan of a man like this... it was a difficult task. He had worse reach, speed, power and stability. The only upside could be his agility. But seeing Alexander move around so easily, he gave up on the idea currently coursing through his mind.

"What package?" Acting clueless, Alexander saw the leader blink two times in a row. This made his smirk escape, causing the leader to pale.

Behind him, the teammates jumped at his back. One on each side.

"Oh~? So you wanted to play king of the hill with me? You have to know, I only make and step on hills of corpses! I hope you don't mind." The two special forces behind close to him, the man and woman in black punched his muscularly thick lower back. Their wrists feeling a strain, they judged the advantage to be long dead already.

"Excuse my rudeness, then." Ignoring the team leader's flying kick to his throat, Alexander's body squirmed. The leader's shin hitting a soft yet quite rigid wall of tough flesh, he could not do anything as a hand thicker than his forearm grabbed his face. Peering through the absurdly thick fingers, he saw Alexander's eyes glow red. His veins bulging across his entire body.

'W...What did I get... What did I get my team into?! His veins are thicker than my damn eyeballs! What kind of heart does he have to pump so much blood like it's nothing?' Unaware of it, everything was only a show. Alexander did not even have a heart anymore. His eyes were the same, carefully hiding his third for it to still be within the realm of reason, while giving them this red glow.

Feeling two thin objects trying to stab him, he saw two knives break on his robes. To scare them a little further, he made his muscles pop even more, looking almost a fifth as burly as Lu Olghun. His shoulders looked like planets, his neck like a volcano and his torso like an iron wall of fantasy.

Their eyes still locked on his imposing stature, they saw it move.

Having turned around to face them, his expression caused their tempered hearts to freeze.

"Next..." Not even registering their knives to have been broken by mere flesh, they saw his hand clutch harder, exploding the leader's head into a bloody firework.

"Oh, sorry. You should close your mouth when this happens. As you can tell..." Grabbing their skulls with ease, he lifted them up like puppies.

"...having it left open can get you some nasty brain matter inside. It's not a great meal, is it now? So remember it for the afterlife." His smile and heavy frown contrasting, his hands closed, ending their fates the same as their leader's.

Observing the entire scene were the petrified team members. If not for Alexander's Void Sense, would they have only stood there doing nothing? Even the snipers a hundred meters away could not move.

"Isn't it fun?! I wonder which of you little kids is next?" His invisible oppression lifted, he saw them all panic.

"R..."

"RETREAT!!!"