The talking duck continued wading in the small fountain as the duo continued talking in the yard. The old man was spouting the random gibberish John was oh so familiar with, when a dirty person with an underwear on his head jumped over the small fence into the yard.
Of course, the thug duck and the dumb nine year old was stunned. Romulus was stuck in an animation that looked like a pitcher about to release the ball from an overhead position. And the duck was stuck with its wings spread out like a fan.
I don't even know what's happening here anymore.
"Who are you? State your intentions or I'll kill you." Ex boss Remus menacingly said without looking towards the intruder.
The intruder froze. His system's interface had been blaring wildly ever since he entered the seemingly normal grass lawn.
"Do you want to become mincemeat? Get the hell out of there!" The system yelled in his head. "You'll prematurely meet your maker!"
He looked at the old man's behind and gulped.
The system classified this man's threat level as "If you meet this man, say hi to the Lord of Yellow Springs."
The system also warned him about the three others in the yard. It said, "They might not look like it, but you can't survive three seconds against any of them."
He felt sweat coming out of the panty on his head.
"Uhmmm… I… uhhh… am a Super too!" He said while praying to whichever Gods are out there. The system tagged the four as Supers of unknown rank, so at the very least, he's sure these four really are…
The old man was sucked by the ground and reappeared in front of the cowering Rick.
The smell of burnt earth overpowered Rick's dull senses. "I don't think he is." The words that came out of the old man's mouth was enough for him to think of it as a death warrant. "I can't sense anything better than a normal human."
"But he might be in the future," John said. Rick immediately looked at him with a complicated expression. "Well, we can always test him, sir."
"Test me?" He's still shivering, but the look in his eyes is not as scared as it was a few seconds before. "May I ask… what is that test about… I can't read, you see…"
The duck and kid fighting at the side both burst out laughing. These two had so much gall to laugh when they both can't read anyway.
Old Remus' heart can't take it anymore. How is it that he's surrounded by people who can't read? It's not even what the test is about!
"It's just a simple test to figure out if you have the potential to be a Super, or if you are already one." John nonchalantly reassured the newcomer. "How about it boss? It's not like he can do anything to us."
John whipped out a smile that is threatening, as if inviting Rick to try and do something he'll regret. Next thing he knew, the old man grabbed the underwear on his head and smelled it.
"Yuck! What did you do to this divine item? You dare sully something as holy as this?" The duck-kid fight seemed to be reaching its final stages when this outrageous question was pulled out.
The silence was deafening.
Old Remus felt as if the eight pairs of eyes were staring at him with blatant suspicion. "Hmph. You just haven't seen the things I've seen."
You're not a sage, you're just a pervert.
"Old man, are you an idiot?" The kid threw a small piece of snot towards the duck.
"Did you snort so much cement mixture your brains are mush?" The duck countered by slapping the water in the fountain towards the kid.
"Boss… you haven't changed one bit…" John meanwhile, subconsciously let out a faint sigh.
"Oh, there's somebody way stronger than you in both raw power and perversion." The system is laughing at Rick inside his mind.
All this rabble went on for a few minutes, with these odd collection of dimwits not even caring that they're outside.
"Yo John, can't you and your pals tone it down?" A leisure voice sounded from inside the house. "Y'know, Juan and I are taking awesome naps—"
A man, wet from head to toe, opened the door. His story was interrupted by a boulder the size of a watermelon whizzing straight at him beneath the door.
A single backhanded slap is all it took for him to send the boulder flying in another direction. Then he raised his other hand and stretched, all in a single motion.
Remus then lunged at the newcomer in speeds so fast it's almost blurry. With an uppercut motion that sent a spike made of earth into the newcomer's chin, he roared.
The newcomer stepped back a tiny bit to completely avoid both the earth spike, and the old man's force. He then licked his lips, and smiled.
"You still haven't changed old man."
They then heard a crashing sound at the direction of the fountain and saw two dumbos lying on the ground.
They got fucking hit by that boulder? What are these two idiots doing?
Well, the shivering teenager, as well as John, don't really care about those two's well-being so after a look, they reverted their gazes back at the two fighting at the doorstep.
Punches that didn't lack ferocity were released in a barrage by the very aggressive old man, forcing the newcomer into dodging through multiple angles. He seemed like he's evading in random directions so as to avoid property damage.
'Shit. If any of these hit John's property, I'm done for.' He's circling around as if dodging these punches are a very easy task. It's actually amazing how the area around the two hadn't suffered any damage. Maybe the power control of these two Supers are insane.
"Old man…" Two words was all he managed to utter in between avoiding three punches.
"Stop this…"
"What, you're annoyed?" The veins on the side of the bald Remus' head is a hair away from bursting.
The newcomer, which is our main character, suddenly spoke with seriousness. "Let's stop now, pops." He struck out a hand into Remus' chest, and Remus cannonballed outside. Surprisingly though, instead of ending up in the road, Remus slammed into an invisible force field-like barrier.
Being the one closest to the barrier, Rick touched it, and was stunned.
"It's too damn thick!"
John rushed to his ex-boss side, and extended out a hand to his chest. Blinding light enveloped the duo, and in a split-second, the trigger-happy pervert is up and dusting himself off.
Wait a minute… John is a goddamn healer? Why didn't you just heal the poisoned main character? Are you actually incompetent?
I thought you're not a Super! The flashback said you're supposed to be a normal person!
"Oh. Heal us too, c'mon man!" The shameless kid still laying on the side hollered.
"Yo, don't forget me too! I'm also injured, see?" The duck also pitched in.
"You can freakin' talk?" John really didn't register this duck as the talking type. "Ah, you're a Manifestor then… sigh… why did the gods out there give a duck a power."
"Oy, oy. I heard your snide comments!"
"That… duck… can talk? Get me out of here!" The system weakling also didn't register it. So now, he's scared out of his wits.
Meanwhile, as John got the old man back up, our MC sat on the doorstep and drank from a milk carton he got from who knows where.