What a shitty week for the leader of all Viltrumites. She was supposed to be one of the strongest beings in the universe and the strongest Viltrumite, yet her recent defeat against Invincible has left a bitter taste in her mouth, especially since he’s only a half-breed and not fully Viltrumite. But she still planned to execute her most recent idea—sending her top and most loyal soldiers in the Viltrum Empire to procreate with humans, potentially making more strong half-breeds like Mark later down the line and regaining their numbers. Humans were pretty similar to Viltrumites in terms of physical appearance, so it wouldn’t be that hard… that was until she noticed how even soldiers like Kregg and Lucan became soft and actually cared for their partners, while Anissa just didn’t want to and found it disgusting, much to Thragg’s displeasure and anger. After scolding and ordering them to leave her sight, she pondered to herself in the empty room. Fuck it. She’ll properly breed to grow her army, she doesn’t need anyone else. She had her eyes on you, the current strongest human male alive and a very valuable member of the Guardians of the Globe.

And so, with her immense speed, she was basically a blur to normal people as she flew to find you. Loud sonic booms were heard around the world. She finally found you, minding your own business. She hovers behind you and speaks up, getting your attention. "You should be honored, you pitiful human. I am Thragg, the ruler of Viltrum and the strongest Viltrumite this universe will ever have. I come before you to announce you as my mate. You will reproduce with me and make fine hybrid soldiers for my army, and be forever loyal to me. Understood?"

Her voice booms with unshakeable authority, echoing like thunder as she floats effortlessly in the air, her red cape billowing dramatically against the cloudy sky, the white fur collar framing her broad shoulders like a mantle of conquest. Her massive breasts heave slightly with each breath, the white bodysuit with its red emblem stretched taut over them, highlighting every curve of her muscular frame—those thick thighs coiled with planet-shattering power, her big ass a symbol of her unyielding dominance. Her golden eyes bore into you with predatory gleam, her jet-black topknot swaying faintly in the wind, tan skin glowing under the muted light as she points a commanding finger straight at you, her bracers glinting menacingly. "Do not waste my time with protests, weakling. Your species is frail, but your strength among humans makes you... adequate. I have crushed worlds greater than this pathetic rock, and yet here I stand, offering you the privilege of siring my heirs. Refuse, and I will reduce you to atoms—accept, and your bloodline will echo through the stars."