Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 151 The Unbeatable Kid, My Omnipotent Grandpa

Chicago, Illinois, USA.

The morning breeze, carrying the salty scent of Lake Michigan, drifted over the red brick walls and white fences of the lakeside community, and gently brushed against the shutters of the Grayson family's second-floor bedroom along with the golden glow of the rising sun.

A few thin, warm streaks of light filtered through the gaps in the leaves, falling on the off-white sheets and the worn oak floor, even turning the dust floating in the air into a soft gold.

Debbie Law Grayson’s breathing suddenly became rapid, her chest heaved slightly, and her long, thick eyelashes trembled violently.

A few seconds later, her rapid breathing gradually subsided, returning to a long and even rhythm. She finally opened her eyes, with a trace of lingering confusion and weariness that she herself was unaware of.

Thinking about what day it was, Debbie sighed, a rare occurrence, her gaze falling on the empty bed beside her.

She reached out and gently stroked the still-dented sheet with her fingertips, her fingertips still able to feel his lingering warmth—clearly, he had been gone for less than ten minutes.

Normally, as the wife of the all-powerful hero, she was already used to his sudden absence. She understood the responsibility on his shoulders and was even proud of it. Because he was saving lives, he was being a true hero.

The whole world needs an all-around hero, and she knows that better than anyone.

But today is different.

Today is the anniversary of her adoptive father's death.

She said nothing, nor did she demand that he stay, but a small, selfish wish still surfaced in her heart. She didn't need an all-powerful superhero, someone who could lift airplanes and stop bullets. She just wanted Nolan Grayson, her husband, to quietly spend a day with her.

Just one day.

Debbie quickly composed herself, tiptoed downstairs to make breakfast, and the frying pan sizzled, filling the house with the aroma of butter.

A whooshing sound came from the garden, and the blood-soaked All-Round Man pushed open the door and walked in. He was about to tell his wife that he had just dealt with a giant sea monster and met a young man who looked like Mark, but when he saw Debbie's lonely profile, he suddenly remembered what day it was.

Under the tutelage of the legendary trainer Debbie for twenty years, Nolan's super brain, which doesn't exist among the Witrumians, unleashed its power, telling him it was time to use his super speed. In a flash, he had already changed into clean pajamas using super speed and was tightly hugging Debbie from behind.

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

Debbie stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and nestled in his warm embrace. After a brief silence, she softly hummed in agreement.

Seeing that his wife's mood had calmed down, Nolan released his grip and ruffled her hair. "I'll go wake Mark up. Today's a big day."

"Go ahead." Debbie turned around, a slight smile finally appearing on her face. "Want me to add another piece of bacon for you?"

"Of course I will." Nolan smiled and winked. "But why don't we save some room? After we're done, let's go to your favorite cafe on Venice Beach, and I'll treat you to tiramisu."

"Okay." Debbie gave him a push. "Go wake your son up, he'll be late for school if he doesn't get up soon."

Nolan smiled and ruffled her hair, then turned and went upstairs to wake his son who was still in bed. Only the soft sizzling of the frying pan remained in the kitchen, the aroma of butter mingling with the morning sunlight—everything was as warm and inviting as a painting.

But at that very second, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the direction of the garage! The whole house shook violently, the dishes in the cupboards clattered, and the frying pan on the stove almost tipped over.

Almost simultaneously with the explosion, a blur flashed by. Nolan had already appeared in front of Debbie, firmly shielding her behind him. His muscles tensed instantly, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and his previously gentle aura vanished, leaving only the icy killing intent of the All-Round Man.

The two walked step by step to the blown-open garage door. Thick smoke was still billowing out, and broken planks and twisted metal were scattered all over the ground. As the smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the figure standing in the middle of the ruins, Debbie's spatula fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Her breathing stopped abruptly, and her pupils contracted to pinpoints. She seemed frozen in place, her blood seemingly freezing instantly.

It was a man wearing a white coat, his hair was a little messy, and there was some dust from the explosion on his shoulders.

He looked to be in his early forties, but the features of his eyes and brows were exactly the same as Debbie remembered.

He is her adoptive father.

My adoptive father, who suddenly disappeared two years ago and whose remains have never been found.

The adoptive father whose grave she would visit to lay flowers at every year on this day.

On the anniversary of his death, he stood alive and well right before her eyes.

The man scratched his head, looked at the dumbfounded Debbie, and spoke with just the right amount of embarrassment and helplessness:

Locke: "Uh... Debbie, long time no see."

The Locke in the Invincible Young Hero universe is quite different from other Lockes. Other Lockes are either about to begin the current world's storyline or have already reached a certain stage, but he is playing on the closed beta server. He is a person from 1936.

That's right, he was a Southeast Asian Chinese born in 1933. His appearance in the Invincible Young Hero universe at this particular time feels very strange and incongruous.

It has to be said that this period is ridiculously early. The Invincible Young Hero storyline begins when the down-on-his-luck Mark awakens his superpowers in 2003, a full 70 years later. Moreover, if Lincoln, who should have died in the last century, hadn't suddenly been resurrected and said he wanted to become a hero codenamed Immortal, he wouldn't even know which world he was in.

But since he appeared in this era, it goes without saying what he was going to do. It would be truly remarkable if he could resist participating. At only ten years old, with his vision beyond his time and memories of his previous life, he displayed a monstrous talent. With a little bit of trickery, he successfully persuaded his hesitant father to invest all his wealth in the Red Revolution.

In the following two thousand years, despite fearing the butterfly effect would cause negative changes, he could only do what he could to change some tragedies. Afterwards, in the 1960s, he kept his achievements hidden and no longer participated in anything. After being strongly persuaded to stay, he resolutely fled to the United States to live in seclusion, deciding to appreciate the heroic era in the second half of his life.

As a result, after he adopted the daughter of his foreign comrade and named her Debbie in a rather wicked way, he connected with other Lockes in his dream one day after telling little Debbie a story.

So, Locke, who was over forty years old, learned for the first time that they would transform when they received a deadly threat. He regretted that he should have been braver back then, but he was also a man who had seen a lot, so he quickly let it go. Embracing his youthful form, he chose a character card that best suited his hero role.

Name: Locke

[Bound Character Card: Ben Tennyson · BEN10]

So for the next ten years, Locke basically raised his daughter, became a hero, and lived his retirement life, waiting for Nolan to come to Earth so that this foreign bastard Witrum wouldn't be allowed to come to Earth to beg for food.

Because the flow of time is different for each of them, the Locke characters can meet whenever they want. Some want to see other Lockes the next day, while the Invincible Young Hero Locke only meets once a year. In the tenth meeting in the tenth year, the Type-Moon Locke finally perfected the great imperial deception plan, making every Locke participate in it spontaneously.

Over the long years, Type-Moon Rock's great undertaking has received help from all the Rocks. Some Rocks provided character cards, some wrote scripts, and some added details and fixed bugs.

Meanwhile, the invincible young hero Locke chose to use the wisdom of the Gavinians, the little warriors, to help the other party with their research. Many Warhammer technologies were made possible by his help, and every Locke did his best to help himself.

However, what he didn't expect, or rather, didn't anticipate at all, was that the alien transformation watch held by his character, Cardin, would cause DNA disorder as a side effect due to transforming into the same alien for a long time. This was not due to the failure caused by the cheat system, which forced him to spend an extra twenty years to solve the problem and upgrade Omnitri.

Then, when he came out of the lunar base, Earth was in chaos because of the Cataclysmic Virus. He had no idea what had happened. He only knew that Nolan and the Interstellar Alliance had perished together, and that ninety percent of humanity had died from the mutated Cataclysmic Virus. Even his adopted daughter was gone.

So Locke had no choice but to take his grandson Mark and, relying on the wealth he had accumulated over the past few decades and the results of his cross-dimensional research, activate his self-made dimensional teleporter, forcibly carving out a new world where they could settle down among countless parallel universes. This is why someone who should have perished in a plane crash two years ago would suddenly appear alive on the anniversary of his death.

After catching up briefly with Debbie, and seeing the complex expression on his adopted daughter's face—a mixture of shock, grievance, anger, and disbelief—Rock wisely decided to give her some time alone to process it all. He patted Nolan on the shoulder, indicating that they should go out for a couple of drinks and a chat.

Two men who could dismantle planets with their bare hands and traverse galaxies as if walking on flat ground stood facing each other on an empty street in the early morning.

Only then did they belatedly realize: which bar would be open at seven in the morning? The ones that were open all night were already closed.

Nolan instinctively suggested, "I'll take you to Australia; it's nighttime there now."

Locke refused without hesitation: "No, drinking across time zones can give me a headache."

Finally, the two of them could only turn into a 24-hour convenience store on the corner, buy two dozen ice-cold beers, and then buy two freshly made cheeseburgers from the burger shop next door, before finding a seat by the window.

The cold beer cans clinked crisply on the table. The two most powerful men on Earth drank one beer after another, facing the morning mist outside the window. There were no opening remarks, no conversation, just pure drinking.

They each had their own ideas and tacitly gave each other some time to process.

As the vanguard sent to Earth by the Vitrum Empire, Nolan's mission was no different from the beginning.

To test the genetic compatibility between humans and the Vitrum people, and to find the last hope for the survival of their race on their home planet, which has been ravaged by a natural disaster virus and is on the verge of collapse.

But in the twenty years he spent on Earth, he experienced the warmth of emotion for the first time.

He had to admit that the days and nights he spent with Debbie had gradually melted the coldness ingrained in his genes and pulled him out of the Witrum education.

Especially after Mark was born, the moment that wrinkled little baby grasped his finger, he was completely immersed in the gentle dream woven by the identity of "Nolan Grayson".

He is an all-around hero, a world-saving hero, but also Debbie's husband and Mark's father.

The dream was so beautiful that he almost forgot who he was and what his true purpose was in coming to Earth.

But at this moment, his father-in-law, who had come back from the dead, was like a cold dagger, piercing his dream unexpectedly.

Locke's calm eyes concealed a sharp, all-seeing gaze that instantly brought him to his senses, forcing him to confront the question he had been avoiding for over a decade:

If one day, Mark awakens the abilities of the Witrum.

What should he do then?

In contrast, old man Locke had more on his mind; he was thinking about when to beat up Nolan.

Seven or eight empty beer cans were piled up in front of them, and morning mist condensed into fine droplets on the glass windows. The only sound in the burger joint was the faint hum of the air conditioner. In this almost stagnant silence, Locke suddenly chuckled, breaking the tranquility.

"Witrum people? Peace-loving? Helping the Earth?"

He slowly swirled the beer can in his hand, his eyes devoid of any warmth, only filled with a knowing scorn. "Witrum people? Peace-loving? Helping the earth? Hah, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard. Don't you laugh at yourself for saying that?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Nolan's knuckles turned white. With a crisp "crack," the aluminum beer can in his hand was crushed into a twisted piece of scrap metal. The icy beer, mixed with white foam, splashed everywhere, but just as it was about to touch Locke's clothes, an invisible, transparent barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking all the beer from entering.

The beer slowly slid down the barrier, forming a puddle on the table, but Locke didn't even lift his eyelids, rolled his eyes, and continued to drink his beer leisurely.

The moment the lie was exposed, Nolan completely lost his composure. His panic contrasted sharply with Locke's nonchalant attitude. He had no time to ponder how Locke knew the truth; his mind was consumed by the same thought: Debbie and Mark must not find out.

Extreme fear made him clench his fists instinctively, his knuckles turning white, his brows furrowing, and a ruthless killing intent flashing in his eyes. The fighting instincts of a Witrumian were urging him to immediately eliminate this person who knew too much.

But the killing intent vanished the next second, and he dejectedly lowered his hand.

he can not.

He had no way of explaining it to Debbie.

"So—I have another grandfather? The one we go to the cemetery to lay flowers at every year on this day? He—"

"He's alive?"

In the Grayson family's dining room, Mark dropped half a piece of toast back onto his plate and stared incredulously at his mother sitting across from him.

Debbie was holding a bottle of red wine and drinking directly from the bottle, her eyes bloodshot, looking tired and lost.

She nodded heavily, resting her elbows on the table and her palms on her throbbing forehead, her voice trembling with a barely perceptible sob: "He's been missing for twenty years. I've long since accepted the fact that he's dead, and I've even erected a tombstone."

But now he's suddenly appeared—what about the past twenty years? He left without a word back then, did he abandon me?

"Mom, don't think like that." Mark quickly put down his knife and fork and awkwardly comforted her, "Maybe Grandpa has some difficulties."

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"I wish he did too," Debbie sighed, setting down her bottle, a deep worry suddenly welling up in her eyes. "But I'm more worried about your dad and your grandfather. Your dad is, after all, an alien. What if they clash?"

The thought of two people capable of demolishing buildings with their bare hands fighting made Debbie feel a chill.

She quickly grabbed her phone from the table and dialed Nolan's number, her fingertips trembling slightly with nervousness. She silently prayed that this time he wouldn't act like his usual superhero self and simply throw the phone into space.

Fortunately, after several long busy tones, the call was finally connected.

"Feed?"

Nolan's voice came through the receiver, accompanied by strange whistling sounds in the background, making it sound somewhat distorted, but in any case, he did answer the phone.

"Honey," Debbie's voice came through the receiver, tinged with obvious worry, "Are you and Dad—alright?"

Nolan, hovering in the darkness of outer space, cleared his throat and spoke into the phone in the gentlest and calmest tone he had ever used: "Oh, of course, everything's fine. We just went out for a couple of drinks, chatted about men's topics, and got along very well. Nothing's wrong at all."

As he spoke, Locke stood three meters away from him, arms crossed, staring coldly at him with an expressionless face. Fine meteorite dust floated around them, and in the distance, Earth looked like a warm blue glass bead, quietly rotating.

"Really?" Debbie's tone carried a hint of doubt.

"Of course it's true." Nolan met Locke's gaze, his tone utterly sincere. "When have I ever lied to you?"

"Okay." Debbie breathed a sigh of relief. "Then you should come back soon. I have something I want to talk to my dad about."

"Okay." Nolan nodded slightly, his tone still gentle. "But we still have some manly topics to discuss. Can we go back a little later?"

"Okay, then please be careful."

The moment he received the consent, Nolan breathed a long sigh of relief, hung up the phone, and looked at his father-in-law, Locke, again.

"Although I don't know where you get the confidence to confront the Witrum people head-on," Nolan's voice was as cold as ice in space, his eyes sharp as knives, "but don't worry, I'll make you shut up."

I reiterate, I will not cause you any visible injury, because this is not a personal matter, but simply for Debbie, for my family.

The moment he finished speaking, Locke was suddenly enveloped in a dazzling golden light. The warm sunlight seemed to be drawn to him, transforming into countless golden streams that flowed into his body.

When the light faded, he had changed into a form-fitting red and blue battle suit, its lines sleek and powerful. Sunlight shone on the suit, making every inch of fabric gleam with a metallic sheen, and energy surged through his veins, filling every cell.

The only flaw is that where the "S" symbol representing hope should be printed on the chest of the suit, there is now a striking green Omnitri watch dial.

Locke glanced down at the insignia on his chest and shook his head with a hint of regret.

He slowly rose, facing the blazing sun, embedding his figure in a golden halo. The sunlight spread out behind him, casting a divine golden hue over his entire being.

He looked at Nolan across from him, a bright yet unfathomable smile on his face, and repeated, word by word, "Yes, this is not a personal grudge."

Meanwhile, downstairs, Debbie was still staring blankly at the empty wine bottle. Under his mother's unquestionable insistence, Mark could only reluctantly nibble on the last bite of toast and slowly go upstairs to pack his schoolbag and get ready for school.

He had just pushed open the bedroom door and hadn't even stepped inside when a tremendous force suddenly struck him from behind. Caught off guard, Mark's back slammed heavily against the door with a thud, and he was pinned against the wall.

His mouth was covered, and he was in a state of panic. Before he could do anything, the other person took the initiative and ripped off the mask from his face.

"Calm down! Don't do anything!"

The man lowered his voice and said urgently, his face full of undisguised anxiety: "Look at me, I am you, you from another world."

Mark froze instantly. His eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints as he stared at the face that looked exactly like his own. His mind went completely blank, and he stood there with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

WTF?!