No invader had ever survived a blast from the Trident, a record the Atlanteans held with immense pride, a testament to their technological supremacy.

The Trident fired toward Alice and her companions, the blast creating a massive sonic boom that reverberated through the waters, traveling at three times the speed of sound, leaving trails of bubbling turbulence in its wake.

Commander Rudolf stared intently at the surveillance screens, a contended, almost smug look on his stern face, confident in the weapon's infallibility.

"What?!" Commander Rudolf blurted out in shock, his eyes widening in sheer horror and disbelief. Staring at the surveillance feed, he watched in utter astonishment as the four figures remained completely unharmed, standing amidst the dissipating energy waves without a scratch.

"How is this possible?" Commander Rudolf demanded, his voice laced with frustration, but no one in the defense room could provide him with a plausible answer, their faces mirroring his confusion in the glowing light of the consoles.

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"Tsk. It sucks to be ugly. I got rejected only for Michael to be accepted. Life is so unfair!" Leo complained bitterly, still brooding over Isobel's blunt rejection, his words laced with self-pity as he stared out the spaceship's viewport at the stars streaking by.

"You just don't know how to handle girls. You suck at it," King advised mockingly, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he lounged in his seat.

"I see. How do I handle girls?" Leo asked earnestly, turning to King for genuine advice, hoping for some wisdom amid his heartache.

"Simple. Just don't be ugly," King replied deadpan, his face completely flat, as if the statement were an undeniable truth, delivered with perfect timing.

"Bastard," Leo cursed under his breath, deciding to nurse his broken heart in silence, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Look at the bright side. We're on the road to conquering the universe. I strongly believe there will be quadrillions of ladies of different shapes, types, and races. You just have to be calm. Your time will come. Plus, you're not too ugly objectively. But you just stay with too many handsome people, so your face looks like poop," King said encouragingly, though his words carried a teasing edge. This time, Leonardo couldn't hold back his laughter, chuckling softly at the banter.

"You are the one to talk. All you have is a pretty face. Nothing else," Leo clapped back sharply, his retort aimed to sting.

"That pretty face ensures I never get rejected by girls. Can't believe a toad had its eyes on a pretty damsel. Have you ever used a mirror?" King asked seriously, his words stabbing like daggers into Leo's heart, his expression one of mock concern.

"Leonardo, can you create a mirror? I think buddy here needs it," King joked further, his grin widening.

"We are here," Leo announced quickly, staring at the looming planet before them as he stood up abruptly to exit the spaceship, eager to escape the roasting.

He was done being the butt of jokes for the day, his footsteps hurried on the metallic floor.

"So, Leo. Do you want to let off some steam or what? Cause I'm itching for a fight," King said eagerly, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

"I can sense four god-ranked beings within the world. You can let off the steam by challenging them. That will help in winning the world as well as letting off the steam," Leonardo stated analytically, dark glasses perched on his nose. He had created the glasses through his ability, the lenses shimmering with embedded mana circuits.

The glasses functioned as a mana-sensing device, similar to heat sensors but attuned to detect concentrations of mana in individuals, ranking their power levels based on the intensity and flow. The information was processed seamlessly for Leonardo, displaying holographic overlays in his vision.

Ting!

"I've pinned their coordinates to you too. You can run riot. But avoid killing them if they're willing to surrender," Leonardo instructed methodically, manifesting smartwatches from thin air for Leo and King, the devices materializing with a faint glow of creation energy.

"You know, your ability is kind of sleek," King praised genuinely, admiring the effortless innovation as he fastened the watch to his wrist.

"You all have a day to conquer the planet before we move to the next one. I've created a time-based schedule to conquer ten planets in our proximity," Leonardo added efficiently, his mind already mapping out the logistics.

"A day is more than enough!" King replied confidently, launching himself toward the coordinates with a burst of speed, vanishing into the planet's atmosphere in a streak of motion. Leo followed closely behind him, the two diving into the unknown with determination etched on their faces.

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Boom!

King crash-landed on Planet Terra with a thunderous impact, the ground quaking beneath his boots as a plume of dust and shattered stone erupted around him, casting a gritty haze over the rugged landscape. The planet of rock humans was a stark, unyielding world of jagged cliffs and vast plateaus, where the air carried the dry, metallic tang of mineral-rich earth. His arrival sent shockwaves through the surrounding rock humans, their craggy faces registering surprise as they stumbled back, their heavy forms rooted momentarily in awe. King's piercing eyes scanned the crowd with predatory focus, searching for a worthy opponent among the towering figures, his lips curling into a faint, confident smirk.

"Who the hell are you?" a rock human demanded, stepping forward with deliberate calm, his voice resonating like gravel grinding against stone. His eyes, glinting like polished obsidian under the harsh sunlight, were steady and self-assured, exuding the quiet confidence of someone unchallenged in their domain.

"So, you're the strongest here, huh?" King discerned quickly, his tone laced with amusement. The rock human's unshakable composure was a dead giveaway—the hallmark of a warrior who believed no one stood above them. King recognized that air of supremacy; he'd once carried it himself, though his cunning nature often masked it behind a facade of playing the underdog, a strategic ploy that kept his enemies off balance.

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