It wasn't fair. Metro Man was supposed to be impervious to all forms of physical harm. That was precisely the reason Megamind had always made his devices of mayhem so focused on brute strength rather than simply slipping poison into his drink. His rival was never supposed to die.

Seriously, who would have believed that copper could be the weakness for a man that seemed to be immortal anyway? It was downright ridiculous.

Unfortunately, it had been true and as a result, the superhero was now dead, leaving the blue-skinned alien Metrocity. He should be happy. This was what he had wanted for his whole life. Literally, ever since he was eight days old and his nemesis had stuck his tongue out at him, he had wanted to best the small-minded brat.

Now that all had been said and done, he found himself feeling melongally. He had won the prize he'd fought so long to achieve as well as all the material things an alien could possibly desire.

He had finally killed Metro Man. So why didn't this feel like a victory?