Chapter 7: Fastest Man on World

Whoosh!

A violent gust swept through the tunnel entrance, lifting the fallen snow.

Russell sprinted in, eyes quickly scanning the tunnel ceiling of the Global Guardians' headquarters. He spotted traces of hidden mechanisms overhead.

He had no doubt—if the defense system was triggered, several heavy machine guns or even laser weapons would instantly emerge from above. After a few warning shots, they'd riddle any unauthorized intruder with holes.

But maybe his speed was too fast for the system to react.

Or maybe the system had identified his signature high-speed movement as belonging to Red Rush, allowing him to slip in so easily.

It didn't surprise him—blood was splattered across the lobby, mixed with torn limbs of superheroes. The gruesome scene, saturated with the stench of blood, could easily make anyone nauseous.

The only one still seemingly intact was a figure in a red cape, collapsed on the ground, unconscious and severely injured.

Having once worked part-time at a supermarket for a year and a half filleting fish, Russell had developed a strong resistance to gore. Without hesitation, he dashed toward his primary objective—Red Rush—while still keeping an eye on the caped figure.

He was terrified that the moment he looked away, the figure would vanish, only to silently reappear behind him, face hidden in shadow, staring down at him with cold, violent eyes.

That was scarier than any horror movie.

What if the person lying there was his uncle, Omni-Man, who had already gone into a killing frenzy? He might not even check who Russell was before tearing him apart from behind.

[Template: Red Rush - Copied and Applied]

Fortunately, even after Russell copied and applied Red Rush's ability, the unconscious figure remained still.

With Red Rush's speed now his own, Russell's velocity surged past Mach 10,000. At this speed, time itself seemed to freeze—the dust floating in sunlight hung motionless, and silence engulfed everything.

It was as if he were the only person left in the world.

Sound couldn't catch up to him in any medium—not even remotely.

Within this time-stilled domain, Russell was overcome with excitement.

If he wanted, he could unleash a shockwave just from his movement, reducing a city of millions to a lifeless wasteland in under a second. He was now godlike.

Compared to this power, even humanity's deadliest invention—the nuclear bomb—was nothing more than a glorified firework.

[Template: Martian - Copied][Template: War Woman - Copied][Template: Aquarius - Copied]

He passed near the head of Immortal.

[Template: Immortal - Copied]

Russell had a thought—Immortal wasn't technically dead yet, but what difference did that make if he was lying there completely inert? Even a child could pee on his head.

He tested it. Turned out, he could.

Passing by Darkwing, whose remains were now just an unrecognizable smear, Russell glanced at him and then looked away.

Unfortunately, money-based powers couldn't be copied.

He didn't get anything from Green Ghost either.

She was just an ordinary person whose powers came from swallowing a mysterious green gemstone—one that Omni-Man had already shattered into dust.

"No wonder there was never a third Green Ghost after the second," he muttered.

In later stages, combat power became so scarce that they would've split one person into two if they could. Even Cecil, the director of the Global Defense Agency, hadn't found someone to inherit Green Ghost's legacy.

Now armed with the abilities of Red Rush and every Guardian of the Globe, Russell no longer felt panicked facing the supposedly unconscious Omni-Man.

There was a 99% chance Omni-Man was faking it.

Viltrumites weren't just stat monsters—they had absurd vitality. Gut them, tear them in half, and they still wouldn't die. They could literally survive being stitched back together.

Look at Omni-Man now—just a bit of internal bleeding in the chest and a few facial wounds. That's nothing.

Just then, Omni-Man, still lying face-down and covered in blood, opened his eyes with a dark, brooding expression. A flash of wariness flickered in his gaze.

"Who is this guy?"

"Red Rush is dead, yet there's another speedster on Earth this powerful?"

At first, the sound of someone entering at supersonic speed hadn't fazed him.

He'd assumed it was some no-name superhero acquainted with the Guardians.

To maintain the illusion of being seriously wounded, Omni-Man had continued pretending to be unconscious.

Then the stranger noticed Red Rush's body—acted frightened—and his speed spiked to a level even Omni-Man struggled to track. He zipped around the area like he was checking for survivors.

Even without seeing him, Omni-Man could feel the man's presence behind him through the finely honed instincts of a Viltrumite warrior.

What was he thinking?

Did he realize Omni-Man wasn't dead? Did he spot clues from the aftermath?

Omni-Man clenched his fist, calculating coldly: if he suddenly struck now, what were the chances he could kill this guy before he could react?

"Uncle?" Just then, a familiar, shocked voice broke his focus. Omni-Man turned his head in disbelief—Russell, his nephew, was standing there. He reflexively loosened his clenched fist.

"Russell? You... what are you doing here?"

Shock overwhelmed him, and he nearly forgot to stay in character. Mid-sentence, he quickly switched to a weak, strained voice.

"I wasn't feeling well today. Actually, I've been unwell for a few days. Then I suddenly awakened some powers—turns out I can run really fast. I couldn't control it, and I've always wanted to see the Global Guardians' HQ… maybe even meet Red Rush."

"But…"

Russell looked around with a frightened expression, like he'd been traumatized by the carnage. He helped Omni-Man up while babbling nervously.

"We were attacked by someone…!" If it had been anyone else, Omni-Man would've already killed them.

Even the Global Guardians, who had once fought beside him, he hadn't hesitated to wipe out. But Russell—his nephew, the boy he'd watched grow up—he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He closed his eyes and, like a character in a movie saying their final words before fainting, pretended to pass out.

"Uncle? Uncle?"

Russell pretended to panic, checking Omni-Man's pulse. Only when he found it steady did he let out a sigh of relief.

Of course, he knew Omni-Man was faking.

He had to act like he'd been attacked along with the others. Sooner or later, someone would uncover the truth, but every day they could delay it was a win.

"Otherwise, with the most powerful superhero team on Earth dead, and the only one left injured being someone capable of killing them all… who wouldn't be suspicious?"

Even with Viltrumite healing, Omni-Man couldn't recover fast enough to explain away these injuries.

Russell could've just left after copying the powers.

But there was likely no one else on Earth who could match his current speed. If he ever used this power in the future, Omni-Man would figure it out eventually.

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