The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

Chapter 291: The Plane.

"Hey, Flint, this will work," Lina stood at the head of his ship alongside him, and to her side were several other generals and to his left another few, totalling ten altogether, though, the general who stood left of Flint somehow stood out from the rest, he had eyes as black as a starless sky, and his hair was a brilliant shade of crimson resembling Renia's; there was even a slight bit of glow to it as he silently stared out in the void.

He was the ninth ranked General for the Emporium, the ninth strongest and by far the most powerful person standing amongst the Generals only known by his rank of nine.

"You are nervous, General Stark," Viktor smiled as he confidently stared into the void, his eyes bore crimson and his skin was painted pale while he had black pulsing veins that easily showed in great detail through his flesh across the visible parts of his neck, face and arms.

"There is nothing to worry about, we are a united front while he is but a single entity, and right now I'm so pumped I feel like I could destroy multiple systems with nothing but a wave of my hand."

"An over-exaggeration, obviously," The man to Flint's left huffed. "No augmented power can make up for your weakness, do you think drugs and bodily modifications have any merit or ground against true evolution; against a force of nature as powerful as Sol Vestic?" He asked and Flint's smile slowly faded as those words sunk in.

"Even if the Godslayer doesn't kill you here today, Viktor Flint, I will do it myself; you're a stain on the Emporium's Great name and a shame to the Generals who stand by your side," Nine stared at Viktor, causing his expression to turn sour as the implications hit him.

"Those were my orders and I will carry them out thoroughly after I deal with this bastard that you have let rampage in the Khalla-Nova Collective for over three months because of your incompetence,"

"I was ranked hundredth before, do you think I have grown weaker with the use of the technology within myself?" Viktor scowled. "When this is over I will be challenging you for that position amongst the nine." Flint boastfully responded, but gained a passive stare from Nine who only scoffed in dismissal of his defiance.

"Times up," Lina announced to them all.

"It's officially been a week since he last showed himself, outside of what he did to the 1789th, if he's as punctual as he's been since first appearing, he'll show-" Her breath hitched and she stopped speaking when a hand rested on her back, similarly, all the generals present seemed to react in slow motion when Lina's chest exploded outwards and her pupils shrunk as she began slumping forward.

"Correct, General Lina Stark," Sol responded catching her by her hair and holding her there while Flint and the other six Generals present stared in shock.

"I expected you to survive my initial attack after spending seven days pumping your veins full of the blood of my people and augmenting yourself with their DNA, I suppose I overestimated you once more," He released her and vanished without a warning and without any fanfare; not even a flash of light, he was simply gone.

"Disappointing," Sol appeared before the generals once more, unlike the other times that he had shown up wearing some kind of armour, this time he wasn't wearing any since he'd realised that the armour was less durable than his bare flesh, instead he was wearing a tight-fitting white shirt with similarly white baggy training pants held together by a black belt weaved through the pants along with a pair of martial arts footwear that were laced halfway to his knee, and finally, his hair that had begun growing out was caught in a ponytail that poked out behind him.

"Sol Vestic," Nine called out to him, stepping forward and staring up at him as he floated leisurely before them with his hands in his pockets, amongst the Generals he was the only one who hadn't reacted to Sol's presence at all, he didn't even look when Stark's chest exploded before them. "Before we take another step forward, I was asked to extend an offer to-"

"Rejected," Ikaris answered, floating from behind Sol with no evidence of being there, appearing as if a gateway existed in his back. "You can take whatever you were going to offer and shove it right back up your Empire's ass," She added with a smirk and Sol chuckled as she came to a stop facing them correctly while he was still upside down with his hands in his pockets.

"You haven't heard what I-"

"Hey, it seems that they sent away all of their soldiers in an attempt to save them; I mean, I did mark them and tell them to try running but I didn't expect the sheep to obey the words of a wolf so thoroughly," Sol looked at Ikaris and she chuckled; both completely ignoring Nine.

"Not that it matters," Sol held out his hand and his brown hair flared up in brilliant white as he snapped his fingers summoning everyone into the empty space resulting in over half of the multitude dying immediately while the others who had augmentation started panicking.

"Ten generals gathered to face me," Sol righted himself as the generals were looking around at Viktor and Lina's crew all dying one after the other. "I'm short on mercy today, so you'll have to forgive me for being brash."

"Or not, it doesn't matter any," Ikaris added, like Sol who'd foregone his armour, she was once again dressed differently; like him she wore baggy pants, but her tight blouse was covered by her sweater like before and her hair was also caught in a ponytail.

"Ikaris..." Nine stared at her almost at a loss for words, he knew she was alive, the Emporium had confirmed it, but to see her in the flesh gave him a sense of nostalgia as one of the former captains who battled against her in his earlier days, it didn't show on him but he was one of the few who predated the war.

"Enough talking," Sol appeared before Nine with his fist cocked behind him unleashing a short punch like a pistol and seeing the man easily catch the blow which amassed a shockwave that blew all the others away from them and destroyed the ship they had been standing on. "I can tell you're a cut above the rest so I'll play with you and leave the others to My Wife."

"You underestimate me," Nine scowled as he clashed his palm against Sol's fist. "Nevermind, with your refusal I have no need to play along with your charades, I'll promptly dispose of y-"

"He says he has no need to play around but he sure talks a lot," Sol raised a brow after swinging his other hand and connecting a left-handed punch that sent Nine vanishing in the stars.

"Let's change venues!" Sol raised both his hands and clasped them causing every living soul to vanish from their location, leaving the two abandoned ships floating aimlessly.

"Gah!!" Sal slammed into a surface after spending almost a minute falling with her eyes closed, the ground was made of rock and dirt which resulted in her kicking up a plume of dust as she rolled to a stop and sprung to her feet then stumbled and fell on her ass and hands. Enjoy exclusive chapters from M V L

"Where am I, what just happened?" She thought, feeling her face and clutching her abdomen as she took a deep breath and began coughing while continuing to check herself for injuries.

"I'm... still alive, but where the hell is this?" She looked up seeing black skies above and what seemed like entire galaxies in the distance. "Where?" She pondered, but shook and backed away when someone else fell next to her coughing just as she had and rolling to his back much like she had.

"Hey, you're from analysis, right?" The man asked as soon as he could find the strength to speak after spending an extended time slowly dying in the void of space.

"Yes."

"Can you identify where we are?" He asked staring at the stars. "Maybe if we figure it out we can get away before they find us, I got a good look of the place while I was falling and there doesn't seem to be an end, it's not some planet or a platform, it's an endless mass of land as far as the eye can see in every direction," He raised his head staring at her.

"Sorry, I don't recognise the system we're in, and even if I did, how would we get away from this place? Only combatant types can use their suits to fly; I'm an analyst!" Sally snapped at the man, but he kept a calm facade as he responded in kind.

"Which I also am."

"But we're also marked, I swear, I was hiding away on some remote moon, I don't even know the name of, then I heard a snap and the next thing I know I was right in front of the Godslayer again, and not I'm here, I don't think we can get away..." She sat and sunk her fingers through the dirt. "Might as well just sit and wait for death to come for us.

[This place is called The Plane.] Alpha appeared close to them sitting on a rock in her maid uniform and eating a piece of cake off a small dish with a fork. [Master Vestic had me create it for just such an occasion. I admit it took quite a while, but it turned out to be well worth the trouble; I am impressed at the thought that went into it] She smiled, humming as she ate slowly.

"...Who are you?" Sal asked after she and the man spent an extended duration staring at each other, confused about where the girl came from.

"I am the grim reaper who will collect your souls as nourishment for the Sol Collective after you have been disposed of by the executioners, of course."