CHAPTER 1350: HELLO FROM CRUSHER

...Without a word, Perseus reached for the collar of his uniform and tore it away, ripping the fabric clean from his torso with a single flex of muscle. The command center gasped as the feed zoomed in.

There, carved into his chest in ancient runes, glowing with faint emerald light, was the sacred sigil of the Lenny Royal Family.

It pulsed once—then again—like a living heart. And then—

He raised his hand.

In one swift motion, the symbol on his chest erupted, blasting out of him like a flare from a god’s furnace, rising high above the floating city in the form of a massive green insignia that glowed against the stars.

The moment it appeared, space itself seemed to pause.

Then came a reply.

That same thunderous voice from the planet roared again—this time filled with fury.

"Just because you wear the Lenny Royal family Sigil does not mean you are my brother."

"I’ll see it with my own hands!"

A second later, the skies above the Eighth Earth tore open.

Like a comet cloaked in golden fire, a figure twice Perseus’s size burst forth from the atmosphere, trailing molten clouds in his wake.

He wore tight-fitting golden armor that shimmered like condensed sunlight, every inch of it forged for war. And in his right hand was a massive war hammer—easily three times his own body length, pulsating with cosmic heat and gravitic force.

It was Crusher, ’Fist first ask questions’ later—of the Lenny Royal Bloodline.

He let out a feral yell as he descended.

Perseus raised his glowing fists, eyes already charged with green lightning that danced wildly from knuckle to elbow, crackling like the wrath of a storm god.

And then it happened.

Crusher’s hammer came crashing down—a titanic blow that could have shattered a moon.

Perseus caught it.

The impact blasted space in all directions, sending shockwaves across the heavens. Behind him, the floating city groaned under the force of the clash. But he held firm.

The two brothers stared into each other’s eyes. A slight acknowledgement passed through their eyes.

It had been a hundred years. Of course, there was no better way to greet one another than to test strength against strength.

Perseus had roamed the outside world had experienced battles many would only consider Nightmares. While Crusher had to similarly face cunny and malicious gods day and night.

Both men had been through their own versions of hell to come out refined.

However, both of them wanted to know how strong the other had become. No one wanted a weakling as family.

And then, like wolves battling for the throne, they fought.

Crusher swung the hammer wide, causing shockwaves that bent gravity, every blow shaking the stars. Perseus ducked one, backflipped, then hurled a bolt of green lightning, which Crusher caught with his gauntlet and redirected back with a snarl.

That move surprised Perseus, "new skill... I see."

Perseus vanished and reappeared behind him, striking with a series of brutal Aether-charged punches to Crusher’s spine, each one lighting up space with green flares.

That hurt. But ignited his battle instincts even more.

But Crusher spun mid-air and slammed the butt of his hammer into Perseus’s gut, sending him flying into an asteroid. Rock exploded on contact.

Perseus emerged from the dust cloud with a growl and crossed his arms, summoning a glyph circle of glowing emeralds. He fired a wave of chain-lightning tendrils, aiming to bind Crusher mid-air.

"I see you are still a muscle brain. Let’s see all that muscle against this." Perseus chuckled thinking he had caught Crusher in a bind.

However Crusher roared and spun his hammer like a propeller, deflecting the lightning, then hurled the weapon at Perseus with full force. It tore through space like a falling star.

"You fool. Muscles are the signature of Fucking respect... now bow before this uncle."

However, Perseus raised both hands and caught it mid-flight, his arms trembling—green veins bulging from the strain. And then he threw it back, aiming not for Crusher but the sky behind him. Crusher turned just in time to see it blast apart a comet.

Their battle had no floor, no walls, only the infinite void—and they used all of it.

Every punch, every step, rippled space. Every roar, drew arcs of light across the cosmos.

———

Back in the city, panic reigned in the command center.

Officers and engineers darted back and forth. Some screamed into comms, others monitored the violent confrontation through viewscreens.

No doubt, Perseus had shown his identity. But he was still attacked by a figure that seemed capable of matching his strength.

This was not a good thing. After all, who in this city did not know that the god mountain was also locked in that planet below.

They all feared the worse case scenario. And that was that the gjds had taken over the Eighth Earth.

Suddenly—a shimmer.

Right in the heart of the control room, a man appeared from thin air.

Old. Clean-shaven. Broad-shouldered and calm.

He walked slowly, as if strolling through a garden, hands behind his back, a half-lit cigar smoldering between his lips. His presence was... impossible to ignore.

Gasps. Alarms. And then, weapons.

A few soldiers raised rifles in reflex, one stepping forward cautiously.

"Identify yourself! Who the hell are you?"

Before he could get another word out, the captain stepped forward and slapped him across the face.

"Idiot! Stand down!" he barked. "Can’t you see who that is?"

He pointed toward a far wall—one lined with portraits of the Lenny Royal Family, each sealed behind layers of protective glass.

Portraits Perseus had demanded be displayed with care and reverence.

The young soldier looked.

And there he saw it. One particular portrait at the top, just below Lenny’s. It was older and regal. The same man who now stood before them.

They all dropped their weapons.

Every single one of them saluted as one.

Because this wasn’t just a man.

This was Father Black.

The Royal Regent of Earth. How he had appeared right in their ship, they did not know. But like all the members of the Lenny family, this man was known to be a legend.

Probably the greatest, second only to Lenny himself.

He said nothing at first, simply walking past the consoles and blinking lights, his eyes scanning everything. The cigar glowed faintly.

Then finally, with a voice like worn leather and distant thunder, he spoke:

"I see..."

He turned slowly toward the battle raging in space outside.

"Perseus and Victor... have come a long way with you cubs. Not bad..."

He stroked his long beard, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest....